The Pleasure Pit of Nar Shaddaa

She was surprised to be claimed by a grumbling Toydarian who added her to a gaggle of new purchases. The ex-mercenary joined Jaia the ex-syndicate enforcer, and a pair of green Twi'lek twins. The flying merchant had his naked captives line up between a pair of well-muscled Gamorreans covered in scars. Stars knew why the guards were there. With their slaving chips, the lot of them could be manhandled by one drunk Jawa.

The Toydarian marched his quartet of bare beauties out of the auction house and, to the **** girl's horror and humiliation, back onto the twisting walkways that were the streets of Nar Shaddaa. The women traveled with one arm gripping nude breasts and the other pressed over exposed cores in a vain attempt to manage some kind of dignity.

Bare beauties were shuffled down Dream Street, the main thoroughfare through the Red Light Sector. The place was abuzz with every tourist and sexpat that came to the Smuggler's Moon to sample the pleasures that weren't available 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 public 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 intimidating Gamorreans.

Their destination was a big dome-shaped structure called The Pleasure Pit just off of Dream Street. It was a notorious strip club-brothel, where every dancer on the public stage was available for 'private performances' in the back rooms. As a mercenary, Fennec wouldn't draw near a place like this, unless she needed to catch a mark with his 'pants down'. She had nothing but disdain for the bimbos she'd seen on those few missions, who were good for nothing but being bare tittied and cowering when the shooting started.

The Pleasure Pit would prove quite the reeducation.

First, each ****'s old name was taken away and replaced by something more club appropriate. Fennec found it hilarious when Jaia, the former syndicate enforcer, was renamed Bubbles. She laughed right up until Fennec permanently became Candy. Next, four simple rules were laid down: no backtalk, no stealing, no leaving, and no fighting, not even in defense. The Gamorrean bouncers alone would handle anything unruly. Cameras in every nook and corner would ensure the girls were on their best behavior. Finally they were taught to dance. Her own physical conditioning worked against her here, and Fennec, or rather Candy, was amazed at how quickly a body trained for fighting was so easily retrained for a pole. As she stepped off the platform the sinking realization hit, the next time a fight started here, she would be the bare-tittied bimbo cowering in the corner.

Unable to leave the Pleasure Pit, Candy quickly lost track of her days and nights and the whole galaxy outside. Her life was an unchanging cycle of sleep and work. Her world was the girls, the Gamorreans, and the guys they serviced. There was something oddly appealing to all the monotony after so many nights on the hunt alone, sleeping with one eye open and 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 don'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 the towering platform heels she'd only recently learned to balance in, 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 ****, 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 surprised her was the feeling. As a **** Candy had no control over her actions or decisions but on that stage she commanded the attention of every man and alien in sight. For a moment, she 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 that moment, when she freed her ass and titties to writhe her naked body as the crowd went wild.

Between dances Candy would be sent out among her admirers to 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 girl 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.