Runs For It

'Candy' the club girl locked eyes with the well-formed Corellian propositioning her. For a brief moment she let herself considered the possibilities, but then her perspective client tilted their head in concentration.

Did they recognize her?

Fennec's survival instincts took over. She swung a leg out and caught Mistress in the ankle with her heavy shoe. Stiff and off balance, her form was atrocious but the other woman was totally unprepared by her pet's sudden but inevitable betrayal. Crop and leash went flying as the Twi'lek sprawled on the pavement and Fennec bolted. Still too unsteady to take long strides in her towering heels, her flight was a fast walk of a thousand clompy, stutter steps that sent her ass and breasts bobbing and her leather leash bouncing between her modest tits while the free-swinging end tickled her recently bared muff.

"You bitch!"

She looked back to see Mistress clamber to her feet and immediately grab an ankle in pain.

"You'll pay for this!"

Her captor came after her but was hobbled by an injured ankle that **** the woman to hop on one platform heel. Somewhere between the fall and the hopping, the zipper in her catsuit gave out with a loud 'RIP' and plunged her large, blue breasts into public view. "I am SO going to make you suffer for this, little pet!"

Muttering a fearful, "Mank Urruff!" into her gag, a wide-eyed Fennec sped off. Hampered by the need to drop each thumping step in line with the last just to keep balance, she still couldn't manage more than a slow jog. Even still, Fennec would've outpaced the hopping Mistress if she hadn't rounded the corner and run smack into a pack of Rodians. Her face when red as a dozen multifaceted eyes took in every facet of her body and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Sooka, te stoopa rasa bimbos!" One alien pointed a suction-cupped finger that sent all of them chortling in that 'ooga-ooga' noice only mocking Rodians can make.

Did he just call them 'stupid racing bimbos'? As Fennec turned away from the laughter she caught their reflections in a darkened window.

She wore nothing but platform heels, a stiff collar round her neck, and makeup that screamed 'daddy issues'. The word "Candy" sparkled on her throat as she lifted her chin haughtily, thrusting her breast out proudly for the world to see. Her run was more of a clumsy high-stepping trot - like some show animal - that caused her to swing her hips in an exaggerated wiggle, which in turn, twisted her torso, sending her tits jiggling wildly side-to-side.

Her Twi'lek pursuer hadn't fared any better. The lekku on her head were bouncing with every hop like the twin braids silly, little girls wore. The hopping didn't just do that. Her clothing was clearly **** to the damage the untamed wobbles of her voluminous breasts were wreaking. The rip had spread and she now displayed bare blue skin from her collar bone to her bald snatch. Despite holding it tight to her body, the once skintight catsuit now slumped off her shoulders.

She understood now what they saw: two exhibitionists prancing along in a pretense of hurry, yet clearly moving slow enough to give everyone on the street ample view of their plethora of jiggling and wiggling and wobbling and bouncing parts. Clearly, if these two were racing for anything, they were racing to see who could act like the most utterly vacuous bimbo.

Fennec thought her face couldn't get redder but the heat of humiliation rising in her ears told her otherwise. The Rodians blocked the sidewalk, the Twi'Lek was screaming threats as she neared, and tears of shame were blurring her vision. What was she going to do?