Market Vendors Show Up

Just as Fennec reached for the clothes, a group of blue-skinned Pantorans barged into the alley. She shifted instinctively, crouching in the shadows to target these interlopers.

It only took a breath to realize the overladen carts of jangling trinkets they pushed marked them as market vendors, but that was all Jaia needed. The naked enforcer pounced on the bare assassin, locking onto the hand holding the blaster with a vice grip.

Fennec lost her balance when a bounding boob slapped her unexpectedly across the face and sent her stumbling into clear view beneath one of the alley's few lights. Momentum continued to push the pair backwards until they crashed against a wall. Bodies pressed as they grappled over the pistol, smearing Fennec's layer of metallic blue paint onto her opponent. Fighting naked thrust Fennec into an unexpected new world of tingling sensations - the cold hard concrete on her backside, the warm softness of heavy melons squishing against her modest tits, and Jaia's honey brown abs rubbing against her own toned frame.

The taller woman slid her body up Fennec's, adding more pigment to Jaia and creating new sensations for Fennec - soft curves slipping over her skin, the realization the other woman's nipples were as hard as her own, a curly bush tickling her inner thigh. Fighting a naked woman presented a whole new world of its own. Fennec only half registered as her hands were lifted and pinned against the concrete above her head.

Refocusing, Fennec realized she needed to elevate herself to lift her trapped pistol out of the enforcer's grip. Ever the inventive combatant, she got her elevation by leaping up and locking her bare thighs around the other woman's naked waist. She arched her back, grinding into Jaia's belly, as she pressed her hands upwards. Her hands slid up the rough wall but not enough to free them. Jaia pressed her to the wall.

"Surrender, slut!" Jaia demanded with heaving breasts. "You're mine."

"Not a chance," replied Fennec breathily. "You're ending up at my feet again."

The pair locked eyes, sweaty from the exertion despite the brevity of the struggle. She could feel Jaia panting through the swelling of her soft boobs against her as surely as Jaia felt her own hungry breaths. In the pause she examined the enforcer's plump lips and large dark eyes that flitted about as Jaia was doing the same. She could feel the heat of the other body as they returned to staring into each other's eyes. The possibility of better options tickled their minds. Fennec's high cheekbones blushed. The enforcer chewed a pouty lip.

Were they still fighting?

A low whistle reminded the bare skinned beauties that they had just performed all of that for an audience of grinning Pantoran merchants.