Her Clothes, of Course

Fennec smiled as she took in the buxom brunette on the business end of the blaster in her hands.

"I want the one thing you have that I don't, clothes."

"Right." Jaia nodded, her mind obviously wheeling to find a way out of that. "Treasure Ship Row is right over there." She nodded towards the market behind them. "I'll go buy you all the clothes you want…" She trailed off as Fennec slowly shook her head. "Or... or you can have all my credits and buy them yourself."

Neither of them were buying this. They both knew the second Fennec let her guard down, Jaia would have half of the Black Sun syndicate on top of her.

"Everything. Boots to bra. On the ground. Now!" Fennec shifted her aim to the woman's face. "You strip, or I strip your body."

Jaia's shoulders slumped as the inevitability of the situation sunk in. She leaned back against the alley wall to pull off her shoes, letting them clomp to the ground one at a time. "Everything?" she asked incredulously.

"Everything," Fennec repeated coldly.

With a huff, Jaia pulled off her socks, uncovering elegant feet with pink painted nails, and threw them down by her shoes. Next, she unclasped her belt. Hooking thumbs in the waistband, she pushed the fitted slacks down long, toned thighs. They puddled at her feet, revealing lacy panties, their pink color complimenting her dark olive skin. Jaia winced when the metal binders she'd tucked into the back of her belt clanked against the ground.

"I was wondering what to bind you with." Fennec smiled. "Convenient."

Jaia looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Do you know what they are going to do to me if they find out you stripped me?"

"Same thing they were going to do to me," Fennec offered indifferently as she watched Jaia kick her pants away with a delicate brown foot. "Word of advice. When you make it you or them. Don't take it personal when someone chooses themselves."

Jaia pondered that bit of wisdom as she removed her blue tank top without ceremony, tousling her red-striped hair as she deposited it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes. Removing her shirt revealed a smooth midsection and buxom breasts packed into the companion bra to her pink lace panties. She shifted uncomfortable at being someplace so public in just her undies.

"There. Happy?" she pouted.

"Nope." Fennec motioned to her underclothes with the barrel of the blaster. "Everything."

"Why?" Jaia pulled her hands defensively over her last flimsy garments. "Your little titties couldn't hope to fill it out!"

Fennec's lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Personal experience has taught me that embarrassed nude females prefer to run away and hide instead of causing problems."

With a resigned sigh, Jaia reached between her full breasts and unclasped the bra. Lacy straps slid off smooth shoulders. She easily pulled one arm out of a strap, to leave it hanging from the elbow of the arm cradling her soon-to-be bare boobs. With a dry throat, she dropped her arm and let the 'boulder holder' fall away. A pair of ripe melons swung free in the cool alley air. The chill instantly hardened the nipples on her dark areolas.

With one final plaintive look for mercy that wasn't coming from Fennec, she hooked her thumbs into the ruffle around the top of her little pink panties and pulled them down her curving hips in one quick move. Her last, dainty bastion of dignity slid off a delicate toe to fall atop everything else she'd lost - her clothes, her self-respect, her standing in the syndicate, and when the boss found out, her freedom. She'd heard the old Bothan make threats before that she thought were only bluster, until they suddenly weren't.

Blushes flowed over her tanned skin. Jaina had never felt so **** and exposed in all her life.

Fennec, on the other hand, grinned in excitement. She was practically salivating at the growing pile of clothes, half daydreaming of what it would feel like for her exposed flesh to finally be covered and warm again.

Just as Fennec knelt to recover her loot, it happened.