The Pleasure Pit of Nar Shaddaa

Fennec found herself being claimed by a grumbling Toydarian who added her to his little gaggle of new purchases. The ex-mercenary joined Jaia the blushing ex-syndicate enforcer, a dispirited former Imperial and a pair of Twi'lek twins. The bare beauties were line up between a pair of well-muscled Gamorreans covered in scars and marched out of the auction house and back onto the twisting walkways that made up the streets of Nar Shaddaa, to the **** girl's horror and humiliation. The women traveled with one arm gripping their nude breasts and the other pressed over exposed cores in the vain attempt to manage some kind of dignity.

Nude women shuffled down Dream Street, the busiest thoroughfare in the Red Light Sector. The place was abuzz with every tourist and sexpat that came to the Smuggler's Moon to sample the pleasures unavailable in their home systems. The whistles started and then the catcalls, then a crowd gathered round. Fennec's face flushed warm. Her ears burned. Once again, she was advertising her own body with her own humiliating nudity.The women cowered behind their big, green guards, thankful no one in the hooting crowd was willing to risk getting within arm's reach of the hulking Gamorreans.

Their destination was a big dome-shaped structure called The Pleasure Pit. It was a notorious strip club-brothel, where every dancer on the public stage was available for 'private performances' in the back rooms. Words advertising this floated above the holographic Twi'lek dancing outside.

As a mercenary, Fennec wouldn't draw near a place like this, unless she needed to literally catch a mark with his pants down. The few times she'd entered such places, she left with nothing but disdain for the women she'd seen, They were nothing but a bunch of bare-tittied bimbos that collapsed into jiggling cowardice the second trouble started.

As they entered the Pleasure Pit, Fennec took in the girls gyrating on the stage and serving topless behind the bar. And she was struck with the sinking realization that the next time trouble started in a club, she could be the bare-tittied bimbo cowering in the corner.

It was a shock to be assigned a 'club name' to permanently replace their former names. Fennec laughed when Jaia, the former syndicate enforcer, was renamed Bubbles, right up until she became Candy.

Then came dancing lessons. Fennec's own physical conditioning worked against her here. Fennec, or rather Candy, was amazed at how easily a body trained for fighting could be retrained for swinging on a pole.

Her world from that point on was the girls, the Gamorrean bouncers, and the guys she serviced. Unable to leave the Pleasure Pit, Candy quickly lost track of her days, her nights, and the galaxy outside. Life became an unchanging cycle of sleep and work.

There was something oddly appealing to the monotony after so many nights on the hunt alone, sleeping with one eye open, a hand on a blaster, never knowing who was around the next corner. By comparison, Candy's life was softer, girlier, more relaxed. The other girls at their worst were no match for a rampaging droideka, though a couple catty bitches gave it a good try. The menacing Gamorreans turned out to be big green sweeties, or so they seemed; they didn't talk much. The guys however, were something else. For better or worse, they were the cornerstone of Candy's world.

Several times a shift, Candy clomped up onto that main room stage in towering platform heels before a crowd that were half spiced, half drunk, and all horny. Sometimes she climbed up there dressed as a school girl, sometimes a Hutt dancing ****, sometimes in a see-through mockery of a Jedi's robe, and sometimes in a cheap plastic imitation of bounty hunter armor - that was the crowd favorite and the one that stung Candy's pride the most - but no matter what she wiggled up those stairs in, she wiggled down in nothing but her heels. As the shift wore on and the crowd demanded more, she'd join Bubbles or another girl up there. They'd begin as a pair of synchronized strippers but, with a wink, it would turn into a competition which always escalated into a choreographed cat fight. Sensual slapping and hair pulling turned to clothes getting ripped and ended with caresses and kissing for hooting spectators.

What could have never prepared herself for, could never have even imagined, was the feelings that erupted inside her on that stage.

As **** Candy, she had no control over her actions or decisions but when she freed her ass and titties to writhe her naked body on that stage, she commanded the unwavering attention of every man and alien in that bar. For one shining moment, **** Candy owned them. She was their fantasy goddess and they were her worshiping sex-fiends and she summoned their lust with the gyrations of her body. She came to live for those glorious moments on the stage.

Between dances, Candy practice the horizontal side of her new profession. The attention she got there was just as intoxicating. She found it was a lot like being a sniper - determine a target, pick him out of the crowd, lock on, and take your shot before another claimed the bounty. But unlike being a sniper, the mission didn't end until she was totally 'pinned down'. The stream of holovids her owners sold of her gyrations, both on the stage and in the bed, made them a horde of credits.

However, one should never count Fennec Shand out. It took many months, but eventually the resourceful master assassin found a way to escape her seemingly inescapable enslavement. Those holovids of a dark-haired beauty in the Pleasure Pit of Nar Shaddaa would send rumors and daydreams circulating through the Bounty Hunter's guild, but Fennec's steely stare and well-tuned blaster met anyone fool to bring up to her face.

Of course, that daring escape is a tale for another time.