Try to Steal Clothes

The two nude beauties fled down the alley, abandoning any hope of retrieving the weapon, clothes, or the better part of their dignity and self-respect in a **** attempt to put as much space between themselves and the commotion they'd caused. And making distance was not coming easily. Not only did their bare feet have to carefully maneuver around the trash on the cold concrete, but Fennec was traveling hunched over with one arm cradling her breasts while the other was pressed between her legs. Jaia tried to do the same but found her fuller breasts kept bobbing up from behind her arm. Finally, she was **** to grab a breast in each hand to control them and just pressed her thighs together in a vain attempt to hide her exposed groin. Running with her knees together like that produced a lot of side-to-side wiggle in her wide hips but helped little with getting down the alley.

"Truce till we get clothes?" asked Jaia as she wiggled along.

"Fine by me," answered Fennec, shuffling next to her.

Despite their difficulties making distance, the sounds of men behind them drove the bare pair on. They turned down a small side alley in the twisting maze that was the back streets of Blue Sector before eventually remerging on the edge of the bustling night market known as Treasure Ship Row. A few heads turned their way, shoppers not sure if they were seeing what they were seeing. The pair loathed moving into the market like this, but there was no way they were going back in that alley.

Whimpering, the blushing women fled down the sidewalk to hide in the nearest alcove in the storefronts. The two pressed in close together as they cowered in the narrow shadow behind a blue street lamp, one of the many that gave Blue Sector its name. They squatted in the darkness, occasionally reaching down to rub warmth back into chilled toes.

"We can't stay out here. We're too exposed," remarked Fennec.

"Yeah," said Jaia, "About as exposed as you can get! We need clothes."

"Obviously! But where?"

The two craned their necks, looking up and down the road but it was difficult to search out a solution without leaving the slice of darkness covering their nudity. It was Fennec's marksman's eye that found the target. She pointed to a market stall on the edge of their vision where a one-eyed Twi'lek was peddling knockoff clothes. Moving down the street of a busy market unnoticed would be a long shot, but they both agreed that it was worth the risk to avoid running bare back through the seediest part of the Corellian capital.

They set off, scampering deftly from shadow to shadow whenever the coast was clear. They had to huddle together in the last patch of darkness for several minutes, until an opening in the flow of market goers presented a chance to bolt the final distance, The crossed the street, trying in vain to control bounding boobs and jiggling buttocks in their run.

The orange Twi'lek behind the counter was more curious than shocked to see a pair of naked women. A cybernetic eye zoomed to focus on the four boobs that came bouncing into his stall. Finally face to face with the proprietor, the pair wrapped themselves in their own arms, ever shifting their bodies in a futile search to find the best position to hide parts.

"Well? What's the meaning of this?" he demanded of the females as they stood quivering behind their hands.

"We need clothes," said Jaia.

Orange lips peeled back to reveal teeth filed to points as the Twi'lek said "Lucky you, your credits will go further here than any stall in Treasure Ship Row."

"We... don't have credits... or anything to barter," Fennec admitted. "But I'll gladly come back and-"

"No freebies!" declared the proprietor. "Out of my booth, you bare-assed beggars! And don't think you can get something by shaking those human titties at me. I've seen Twi-women." He stood tall as he added that last part in an odd show of species pride.

"Please listen," begged Fennec, "I'm offering to pay you double after-"

"For kriff's sake," cried Jaia, "just take them!"

"Thieves!!" bellowed the Twi'lek as the two dashed for the overcoats hanging at the back of his stall.

The night had stripped Fennec Shand's confidence as a bounty hunter nearly as bare as it had stripped her backside, but luckily her reflexes were still in good form. She heard the crackle of the energy on the stun baton before it was lifted from behind the counter.

Fennec shoved Jaia away from the wide swing, her small hands sinking deep into tit-flesh before enforcer was pushed away. She only barely managed to dodge the swing herself. The baton passed near enough for the energy field to singe stray hair and jangle her brain. Fennec teetered till Jaia grabbing her arm broke her stun.

"Grab something and run!" called the brown skinned woman as she disappeared down the street.

Fennec didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed the first items she could and followed after the bouncing buttocks in front of her. The Twi'lek merchant followed after, knocking over a table of wares, as he roared out, "Robbers! Brigands!" at the top of his lungs.

Rounding a corner, she saw Jaia jump into the back of a short-haul cargo speeder heading the other way. No stranger to hopping a free ride, Fennec quickly dove in beside her. The women curled together with their ill-gotten garments, hiding among the crates in the bed. They breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for something to conceal their nakedness as well as escaping that crazed Twi'lek.