Erisi worries, Dak and the girls dresses

Heading back into downtown Port Besadii, Erisi decided to focus on practical matters first, and set about finding herself a place to spend the night. To that end, she located what looked like a decent enough hotel – one that didn’t seem too seedy on the outside – and headed inside.
“Welcome to Eighteen Systems,” the Twilek receptionist, pretty and scantily clad in just a matching dark green skirt and bikini-top, greeted Erisi with a smile, “Do you have a reservation?”

“No…” Erisi replied, taking in the small reception with its low, semi-circular desk for the receptionist, it’s unclad but spotless walls and softly carpeted floor. The room was small and rectangular, and apart from the receptionist desk there was little there but a wide marble staircase leading up to the second floor.

“Alright,” Giving Erisi another friendly smile, the receptionist retrieved a data pad and began tapping away quickly and efficiently for just a few seconds before looking up with the friendly smile still in place, “You’re in luck. We just finished redecorating the Aldera… the Naboo suite.”
For a moment while she’d been correcting herself, the receptionist’s smile had disappeared.

“Your suites are themed?” Erisi asked.

“Yes, each suite recreates the architecture and design of one system famous for its aesthetical accomplishments,” the receptionist explained, “Hence the name.”

“Okay, I’ll take the Naboo suite,” Erisi nodded and tried her best to return the receptionist’s smile. She hardly needed to ask which system her suite had represented until recently, and it served as an unneeded reminder of her own predicament.

“And you’re alone?”

“Yes,” Erisi replied, and the receptionist raised one eyebrow, but didn’t say anything on the matter.

“Then I hope you’ll enjoy your stay,” With another friendly smile, the receptionist handed Erisi a key card, coloured green, white and blue in wavy patterns, “the Naboo Suite is on the third floor, just head up the stairs and take a right.

“Thanks,” Erisi replied, and began her ascent up the wide staircase.

After making it up to the third floor, Erisi stopped in her tracks and held back a surprised gasp. About a third of the way into the smartly decorated corridor was a human couple, one man and one woman, currently entwined in a very tight and very passionate embrace. The woman was up against the wall right next to an already opened door, and had her top tugged up so the man could fondle her left tit while they continued kissing as well as grinding and writhing against each other.
Moving as silently as possible past the couple – and as an agent of the ISB, Erisi could move without barely making more than a sound – and trying not to gawk, Erisi continued down the corridor until the keycard in her blipped as she passed the right door. Looking over her shoulder to note that the couple hadn't been disturbed by the faint electronic noise.

A little while later, Erisi acquainted herself with her suite, which resembled whatever vague ideas she had about what the bedroom of a nicer house or even a mansion on Naboo would look like, and had moved into the bathroom. Already naked, she’d just finished drawing up a nice bath and was back to considering her situation as she lowered herself into the water. Gaines was a butcher, but not a moron, and the device that she’d planted on this Akhil fellow would be discovered sooner or later. And that would mean that they would know that she was onto them.

As she leaned back to soak her hair in the water before closing her eyes and submerging, Erisi’s thoughts turned to trying to figure out what was going on. If this was part of some sort of schism within the ISB, then Gaines and his team would have to wait a couple of days before initiating whatever disaster they had planned, and motivate it with her “failure” to conduct her mission forcing them to take extreme measures. Of course, if that was what was going on, they’d obviously try to find her again, their intention to secure the evidence for themselves and whatever figure within the ISB that they were working for. Then, Erisi thought as she came up for air, there was the other, even more disturbing alternative, that there was no schism, but Gaines mission was authorized by ISB Command. In that case, her disappearance could be interpreted as her defecting and result in Gaines’ team getting the order to activate whatever device was at their disposal.

However, thankfully, the risk of that happening seemed quite low, primarily because even in the unlikely event that Gaines was operating under official orders from ISB Command, Akhil was not likely to report losing her to Gaines, and Gaines in turn was unlikely to report his failure back to Imperial Center. So Erisi should have a couple of days at least in which to find the evidence of the Empire’s guilt. However, if she did find it, Gaines would still be there, in place to carry out his mission even if she turned the evidence over to the Empire. Thinking back to what she told herself on The Jewel Of Coruscant about the need to save the New Order, that sounded even more hollow now than it had then. Two billion had died on Alderaan, and on Illium millions more were now possibly slated for death at the hands of the Empire. Which in turn meant that Erisi was in service of a government which was willing to commit mass murder to cover up the fact that it had already committed genocide. Faced with that reality, it was hard to maintain any belief in the righteousness of Palpatine’s New Order. But then Erisi had to wonder what the alternatives were. If she tried to stop Gaines’ team, she would have to do so on her own, which meant going up against a lethal and ruthless enemy that had her outgunned and outnumbered. And long-term, even if she did win, what then? The Rebels were little more than anarchists and naïve dreamers, people who’d failed to learn the lessons of the Clone Wars. Tensions between different species had been growing for the last century, and were only getting worse.

Depressed by her lack of feasible options, Erisi got out of the tub and dried herself off before returning to the bedroom and climbing into bed. She’d get an early night, then set to work first thing in the morning. She needed to decide on whether or not she could risk returning to her original hotel to collect her possessions. If not, she needed to replace what she could. Either way, she’d take care of that in the morning, then make her way to the bathhouse.

The next morning,
“You’re going out dressed like that?” Dak asked Lixa with an amused smile.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?” Lixa had kept her holster, boots and red boobtube, but had replaced her tight pants with a teeny white thong that rose up from her crotch like a V, and now looked perfectly earnest as she added, “Those pants were way too warm and tight for this climate.”

“Of course they were,” Dak grinned. They were still in Ilyri’s suite, having awoken early and taken a shower, during which there’d been plenty of fondling, caressing and stroking, but no actual fucking, since they were still all Allied operatives with a mission to carry out. Dak had been the first to get dressed, and had retreated from Ilyri’s bedroom in the hope to give his aching cock some relief by no longer being able to watch his two lovely colleagues sauntering around in the buff and sending him dirty glances while discussing what to wear.

“Oh yes,” Lixa nodded her head and attempted to continue to sound sincere, which she didn’t quite manage to pull off, primarily because she couldn’t resist showing off to Dak by hooking her thumbs inside the skimpy garment’s waistband and pull it up to further highlight how tightly its front clung to her bald slit, “So it’s good thing Ilyri leant me this.”

“Definitely,” Ilyri agreed as she exited the bedroom on a pair of high-heeled sandals to join them, making Dak groan when he saw what she’d opted to wear. A pair of purple hot pants hugged her ass and crotch tight without touching her thighs, on the right of which a sleek blaster was holstered, while the green triangles of her skimpy bikini-top barely managed to cover her areolae.

“Oh dear, I think the Captain disapproves of your outfit too, Ilyri,” Lixa’s smile turned into a wicked little grin as she eyed Dak.

“He doesn’t have to worry, we won’t wear them for very long, Lixa,” Ilyri replied, and she too sent Dak a suggestive glance that made him regret having put on pants.

“I hope you’ll at least keep them on until after breakfast,” Dak quipped, but Ilyri’s glance remained fixed on him.

“We won’t, and neither will you,” Enjoying the confused looks that Lixa and Dak now both sent her, Ilyri remained silent for another couple of seconds before explaining what she meant, “They do serve food at the Springs of Ryloth. Last time, I had a nice, light supper while lying oiled-up on a lounger.”

“I think I understand why you like this posting so much!” Dak joked, and soon found himself walking out of the Afterlife with one gorgeous, busty and scantily clad babe clinging to each of his arms.

The trip to the Springs of Ryloth was not a particularly long one, and the trio arrived there shortly after leaving the Afterlife. The foyer turned out to be a large room with a high ceiling supported by pillars, with the predominant material being marble that gave off a faint but warm, pink glow.

“Ilyri, back already?” The female receptionist, a pink-skinned Zeltron who managed to wear even less than Ilyri and Lixa, her outfit consisting of just a dark blue thong and a pair of bejewelled gold disks covering her nipples, asked with a smile when she spotted them.

“You know I love this place, Tyshaa,” Ilyri returned the smile and the two women embraced, pressing their curvy bodies close together and taking the time for one quick, lip-smacking kiss before ending it.

“I’d say, we’ve barely opened and you’re here already!” Tyshaa exclaimed, then turned her attention towards Dak and Lixa, sending Dak the sort of unrepentantly horny smile that he was getting quite accustomed to being on the receiving end of, “Who’s the hunk?”

“This is Dak Kagen…” Ilyri introduced Dak, who nodded in recognition of Tyshaa.

“A pleasure,” Dak said, already feeling the effect of the pheromones produced by the Zeltron as they caused his member to become rock-hard within seconds of coming within ten feet of her.

“Likewise,” Tyshaa purred, and seemed to be undressing Dak with her clothes.

“And this is Lixa Thask.”

“Hello,” Lixa greeted Tyshaa.

“Wow,” Tyshaa ogled Lixa just as openly as she had Dak, making him recall the Zeltrons’ reputation for lustfulness – the planet Zeltros was supposedly a non-stop orgy – and smile at how boldly Lixa returned the favour, “where did you find these two? And why haven’t you brought them here before?”

“Actually,” Ilyri managed to get Tyshaa’s attention again by pushing out her ample chest, making the string holding her top together quiver in the process, “we’re here to see Deia.”

“Why?” Tyshaa suddenly seemed slightly more businesslike, even if her playful smile remained and her gaze never ceased wondering from one of the trio to the next and on the third before starting all over again.

“Private matter,” Ilyri explained, “It’s important.”

“Alright, I’ll pass her a message,” Tyshaa nodded, and was back in full-on flirtatious mode again, “But it might take a little while, so…”

“So we might as well enjoy ourselves in the baths, right?” Ilyri filled out, and let slip a soft chuckle.

“Exactly!”

“We’ll start with breakfast,” Ilyri acted like she’d been expecting this development, “And then I’ll show these two around. You can put it on my tab.”

“Think you’ll need some assistance?” Tyshaa’s smile turned dirtier and her naturally playful voice grew huskier.

“Sorry, Tyshaa, but I want these two for myself,” Ilyri pulled Dak and Lixa closer to her.

“Aww, you’re no fun…” Tyshaa was left to pout as Ilyri blew her a kiss and began to escort her friends through the foyer, but the lusty Zeltron immediately perked up when a pair of new customers stepped through the front doors.