Malfunctioning Engineer

A soft clinking sound reaches your ears as a waitress places a refill of your drink on the table you are sitting at. You had come to the club where you had originally met Abrie, hoping she was around and in the mood for another round, alas, it was not to be. You had no doubt that you could find her if you really wanted to, but you weren’t bothered enough. Before you was the stage where several Twi’leks of different colour twisted, pivoted and slid around poles for the few people sitting in quiet corners.

“So this is where you are hiding” came the ever light and frilly voice of your new Quartermaster.

“Hardly hiding” you reply to Sata, motioning for her to sit down. “Tanna is taking her time” you mention conversationally. Sata nodded in response before motioning for a waitress.

“So what are you doing here? Tracking me down?” you asked the Pantoran, giving her a mischievous smirk.

“This is the only decent club nearby” she replied “I’ll have whatever he’s having” she said to the waitress who turned around and trotted back the way she came.

“Did you pick up everything you need?” you ask, taking a sip from your drink.

“Yes actually, most of it is being delivered as we speak” Sata replied, turning her attention to the Twi’leks on stage. You watched her out of the corner of your eye for a moment and notice that she is tracking the girls with interest. She seemed particularly interested in a blue dancer with somewhat larger tits than the other girls.

“Isn’t it impressive how she can move so gracefully, despite her large . . . assets?” you ask, watching the girl in question hoist herself a foot above the ground, raise one leg above her head, hook herself around the pole, stretch herself out like a flag and slide down the pole. The best part about this whole thing was that the form fitting, one-piece outfit she was wearing, which made it very noticeable she wasn’t wearing panties.

“W-wha?” Sata asked, attempting to turn her head in your direction, but her attention kept returning to the Twi’lek in question.

“Are you interested in the girl? Or the act of dancing on stage?” you ask “All those people just staring at you, ogling your body” you say, leaning over to practically whisper in her ear. Sata was definitely blushing now. She crossed her legs for some reason as she tried to get comfortable, but the Twi’lek’s dance moves kept her on the edge of her seat.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about” Sata denied, not convincing anyone.

“Well, the point of these dancers is to make their audience all hot and bothered I guess” you say casually, sliding over so that your arm was resting behind Sata’s head. “I suppose they are doing their job well” you add, and Sata nods almost subconsciously in agreement.

“Pantorans don’t make good pole dancers” Sata admitted “Typically, if a Pantoran has the muscles to do well, that” she explained, pointing to the blue Twi’lek who was casually switching from holding the pole with her legs to holding the pole with her arms while a couple feet off the ground. “We end up looking too buff for the average man,” she finished.

“I see the problem” you commented “but that doesn’t make a girl like you any less beautiful or sexy, I’ve seen you pretty much naked so I think I’m in a good place to judge” you add and Sata blushed some more.

“You’re shameless” Sata muttered with a sigh. You did not miss the faint smirk on her face though.

“So, why did you come here exactly? Aren’t there better places to eat much closer to the ship?” you ask, and then remember the galley is still more or less fully stocked. “For that matter, the ship’s still got several weeks worth of food still on board” you mention and the blue girl blushes again.

“Not here to eat” she mutters. At that exact moment, the waitress returns, leaving a drink on the table for Sata who quickly takes a massive gulp, almost downing the entire glass in one sitting. Taking a look at it and frowning, Sata finishes the last mouthful and turns to the waitress who was giving her a stunned look. “Another three please” Sata requested and the waitress nods before backing away slowly. For your part, you had merely raised an eyebrow. You were drinking a drink that was a cross between a scotch, vodka and brandy. The glasses came in four fingers and you knew it had a good burn.

“You impress me sometimes” you mutter as you take a careful sip of your own drink.

“I don’t get drunk as easily as most people” Sata explained. You noticed she had perked up a bit but other than that, unless she hadn’t quite metabolised her drink yet, she looked fine.

“Uh huh” you say, regarding the girl. “So you were saying something about not here to drink?” you prompt.

“Yes, sometimes I like watching the dancers” she replied, eyes fixed on a green Twi’lek who was holding herself upside down on a pole and running her hands over her barely concealed breasts. “They get kinky when there’s hardly anyone around” she explained, a small smile adorning her lips. You chuckle at how much of a perv Sata was turning out to be.

After the first and second shot, Sata slowed right down, only sipping at her drinks. You noticed that, by the time she had gotten half way through her last drink, she was getting tipsy. It also seemed that, while tipsy, her inhibitions were shot as the girl had slid over until she was lodged into your side, you arm around her waist and her head on your shoulder. The two of you commented and graded the performance of the Twi’leks dancing as your talking points. When Sata finished the last mouthful of her drink, she took a look at your glass. There was easily a full mouthful left and, to your surprise, she snatched it up and downed it too.

“So are you going to take me back to your quarters, oh fearless captain?” Looking up at you from her position almost on your lap and giving you doe eyes. You got a throb from your member at her words, knowing exactly what she was suggesting. You lean over so that your mouth is right next to her ear

“Is that what you want?” you purr and a shudder rips through the girl’s body.

“Yessss” she purrs back, rubbing herself into your side. With a grin, you stand up, your arm still around her waist, hauls her to her feet as well. Giggling like a little girl, Sata latches onto your arm as you begin the trek back to your ship.

The girl’s zipper was undone before you made it to the boarding ramp, her jumpsuit was ditched in the cargo bay, her shirt and bra were flung into the mess hall. You just managed to get to the command deck as Sata pulled her panties down. Instead of letting her stop and properly remove her panties, you hooked one arm under her arse and scooped her into a bridal carry, flinging her panties onto the holotable. From this position, you hoisted her up so that her head was in line with yours allowing you to kiss her without needing to bend over. The girl eagerly reciprocated, battling your tongue for dominance while wrapping her legs around your waist.

Just like with Tanna before her, you dropped the Pantoran onto your bed and watched as she sank into the mattress. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you quickly begin ripping your clothes off. As you remove the last garment, you return your attention to Sata who ran a hand down her body, one leg folded over the other as she rubbed herself with her thighs. Sata slowly and sensually moved her head and slid her eyes up your body, pausing a second to inspect your hard shaft, aiming in the direction of it’s next conquest. Her lust filled gaze made its way up until it met your own and a seductive smirk played at her lips.

“Are you going to stand there?” she purred in a whisper “Or make me the happiest girl on the planet?” she added, licking her lips.

“Oh you’ll be that and more” you reply with a purr of your own. If anything, Sata’s smile got wider as you pounced on top of her, plunging your tongue into her mouth in an intense kiss. You and Sata made out on your bed for a short while but soon, Sata had wrapped her legs around your waist.

“Fuck me already!” Sata exclaimed in a husky whisper. It was odd, the moment you had gotten her undressed, she had only whispered. This thought was erased from your mind as the girl began grinding herself on your member, leaving a glistening trail of her arousal. With this que, you pulled back, aimed your cock at her entrance and thrust it in. She was so wet that you were met with no resistance at all, despite how tight she was on the inside. For some reason her cunt practically molded itself around your shaft, almost like elastic, pressing exactly where it needed to be to account for your protrusion. Sata moaned in ecstasy as your shaft claimed her insides, and you wasted no time pistoning yourself into the girl as the walls of her snatch squeezed you tightly. Sata’s moans were loud and ****, completely unlike that time in engineering. It didn’t take long for Sata’s body to tense up, a cry of ecstasy to rip from her lips and her shoulders to slam into the bedding as she came. You grinned as you kept pounding. Sata came down from her orgasmic high already moaning, and in no time at all, another loud orgasm ripped through her body. With this second orgasm, you realised Sata had a hair trigger and used your god powers to push back your progress to orgasm, just to give her more. On her third orgasm, Sata’s legs could no longer continue holding onto you and fell. You caught them at the knees and spread them apart, shifting yourself around to continue to pound the girl as orgasm number four started approaching. After her fourth orgasm, you began noticing that her insides were rippling, like you were pounding into water. The pleasure from this new sensation made you lose your grip on your powers, and soon you were groaning, pounding the girl ever faster as your own orgasm approached. Sata’s fifth orgasm came as you deposited your own deep inside of her, painting her dark blue interior with your hot white cum. The girl moaned with pleasure as you pulled out of her, her legs flopped bonelessly onto the mattress as you let them go. You flopped down beside the panting girl, drool coming out of the side of her mouth and a ‘fucked silly’ grin on her face. With a smile of your own, you allowed the afterglow to carry you into a brief nap.

You had no idea how long it was until Sata had returned to earth but you spent it enjoying the warmth of her body. The girl announced her consciousness by moaning and rolling over onto you, draping herself over your chest.

“Thank you,” the girl said, still in her whisper.

“You’re quite welcome, it was certainly a fun experience” you reply and Sata giggled. You ran your hands slowly up and down her back, enjoying the comfort of post sex cuddles. Sata moaned at your caresses and she snuggled into your chest.

“My whole body tingles after a session like that” the Pantoran admitted “Rub my spine” she recommended. You did as requested and the girl began making a sound that almost sounded like purring. “So tingly” she sighed between purrs. You snorted in amusement as you grasped how alien the girl was.

“If you don’t mind, I should probably recover your clothes before Tanna returns” you say to the Pantoran who made no move to get up.

“More than happy to make the walk of shame” she mumbled into your chest, her voice returning to normal as she spoke. You chuckle before lightly pushing her off.

“I’ll be back and we can sleep together” you say to her. The girl pouted but rolled over, allowing you to get up. Leaving your cabin and quarters, you found Sata’s jumpsuit folded neatly on the holotable. With her shirt, bra and panties neatly folded on top in that order. You can’t help but burst out laughing at a folded piece of paper on top that said

“Washed and scented -love Tanna”