Chapter 3

Blu drags the luggage down the hallway, taking a turn when she hears footsteps. Guioz has plenty of goons, but the bounties on them are too small to bother with. There’s no profit in a fight.

A door suddenly beeps and opens.

“What is this noise?” a voice asks, and Blu ducks around a corner. A naked, female Gungan steps into the hallway. Her large, ribbed penis is fully hard and shiny with moisture. She was obviously in the middle of something, so no wonder she looks so grumpy. Sweat shines on her pinkish skin as she looks in either direction.

Blu holds still, peering past her. There’s a naked woman in the bed, looking worried. She recognizes this Gungan.

It’s Mi Mi Juhgs, Guioz’s partner and the other leader of their **** stick operation. She’s slim but busty, and pretty if one is the type who likes Gungans. Lacy stockings cover her thick, lower legs.

“Mi Mi!” Guioz screams from inside the luggage.

Mi Mi looks over sharply.

Cursing, Blu takes aim with her blaster, and Mi Mi hurriedly ducks back into her room and shuts the door. Blu gives the luggage a kick.

“Ow!”

“Knock that off or I’ll put you down a garbage chute,” Blu snaps.

“Then there’d be no bounty!” the luggage replies in a singsong voice. “Better hurry, Bounty Hunter!”

Ugh. Blu should’ve gagged this idiot, but that wouldn’t have worked on a shapeshifter. In fact, the luggage won’t hold Guioz forever. If she recovers enough, she can basically make herself into a liquid to escape it. There’s not much time.

“Hey! Stop!” Two of Guioz’s enforcers come around the corner, blasting. Red bolts zing off the ceiling, and sparks fly from the walls. Blu shoots the control panel for the emergency door, slamming it between them and flings the luggage into the elevator, then jumps in after it. She hits the button for the parking garage and glares at the timid-looking Mon Calamari who is probably just bringing home groceries as the elevator shoots upward.

Guioz owns a very recognizable speeder: a two-seater in hot pink with a big, forked tongue painted on the hood. Blu heaves the luggage in and jumps into the pilot’s seat, powering it up.

More of Guioz’s guys are coming off the other elevator. She hits the throttle as they open fire, and the speeder erupts out into the Coruscant afternoon. Even in the slums, traffic is heavy. Blu throttles up and puts the nose down, diving into the lower, thicker buildings. She takes two quick turns, keeping the speed up. There’s no way Guioz’s people can keep up.

“Is this my speeder? I recognize that engine,” Guioz shouts from inside the luggage. “You stole it! You’re a thief!”

This model does make a recognizable, whiny noise. A huge transport screams overhead, and the lights of the city are blinding. Blu nudges the speed down a little.

“Where are you going?” Guioz shouts.

“You know damn well where we’re going,” Blu replies.

“But how are you getting there?”

“What difference does it make?” Blu snaps. But then she notices something: this speeder has some unusual aftermarket features, like a security scanner. The screen lights up red. What is that? Is the speeder being targeted? It beeps at her urgently.

“Because everyone knows what my speeder looks like, and I’m at war with half these blocks!” Guioz cries shrilly.

“Whoa!” Blu banks sharply as a green bolt zips past. Someone’s shooting at them! She swings into a tunnel and throttles up, the speeder roaring past the other vehicles. “I hate you!” she shouts at the luggage.

“You weren’t saying that when I was inside you,” the luggage chirps back. Blu taps the brakes, making the luggage bump against the dashboard. “Ow! Bitch!”

Behind her, two speeders full of armed gangsters are gaining. These don’t look like Guioz’s goons, so they must be from a rival organization. There’s nowhere to run in the tunnel but dead ahead. Blu whips out her blaster and twists in her seat, firing back one-handed. The pilot of the nearer speeder ducks and swerves, glancing off another vehicle.

Guioz’s speeder beeps a warning and Blu looks back in time to avoid a pillar, whooshing out into the open over a vast drop. She immediately points the speeder down and dives, then pulls up, hoping to get out of sight under an overpass.

The speeder jolts as a figure in billowing brown robes lands on the hood.

Blu sees a black face with red markings and horns, and a pair of big, pretty, yellow eyes.

Actually, the face seems kind of familiar.

She fires her blaster through the windshield, and the figure leaps off, catching a pipe.

Were those Jedi robes? Who was that? Are the Jedi personally jumping into high-speed chases now? What in the galaxy is going on? But there’s no time to worry about it.

Blu glances down at her blaster, which is empty: the slide is locked open, and the barrel is smoking. That’s the trouble with this antique gun. Unlike a modern blaster, it only holds fifteen shots. She has to reload it, but she needs both hands to do that.

This isn’t working. This speeder is too recognizable. She needs to get rid of it and lose these pursuers, only that won’t be easy. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, but there hadn’t been another choice. With so little time to stop her ship from being impounded, Blu had to take the first bounty she could. More preparation was needed here, but it’s too late to worry about that.

It’s not much of a plan, but Blu takes another dive into the pleasure district. No part of Coruscant is more packed and crowded than this one. It’s the only place she stands a chance of losing these guys.

She doesn’t even fully park the speeder before grabbing the luggage and leaping out, dragging it along down a ramp and into a vast mall of businesses. Those rival gangs won’t be far behind her. They probably think that Blu is Guioz and want to kill her when she’s exposed.

Blu ducks into a pleasure parlor at random, using what meager credits she has to open a rental. She pushes buttons at random to place the order as quickly as possible, then yanks the luggage into a stall and closes the door.

“What are we doing?” Guioz demands, the luggage rattling as she struggles. “Is this what I think it is?” She can hear the loud music and exaggerated moaning. She can probably smell the signature scent of this place: fluids.

“Shut up. We’re hiding. Your enemies want to kill you,” Blu hisses. There’s a camera in the corner of the room and… a hole in the wall. Maybe she should’ve looked a little closer at her order.

She turns her back on the camera and approaches the hole, trying to act like a normal customer.

“Keep quiet if you want to live,” she mutters.

The only chance is to blend in. Luckily, Guioz wants to live, so she’s playing along for the moment. Even now, Blu knows that those gangsters are moving through this mall, looking for them. Will they check the security system?

She keeps her back turned to the camera in the corner. It’s just bad luck that she must have pressed a button for an exhibitionist room. Someone is watching. Now she has to pretend as though she likes it. It’s ironic since she’s made a habit of recording her partners similarly. That isn’t lost on her as she uses her body to hide the action of slapping a new load of bullets into her blaster, then tucking it into her strong, stretchy bra.

Blu unzips her jumpsuit and lets it fall around her ankles, taking her place in front of the hole. She pushes her underwear down to mid-thigh, and bitterly hopes that the watcher is enjoying the view. She gives her cock a few tugs, then feeds it into the hole in the wall, putting her hands on the comfy, padded handholds.

Her cock is immediately enveloped by something soft and hot. Blu didn’t look closely when she made this order, so she can’t even guess what’s on the other side, or what part of the body is being used here. It could be anything. Whatever it is, it’s hot, slimy, and incredibly strong.

“OK,” she gasps, clutching at the handholds. It’s more intense than she expected. Humanoid orifices are what she’s used to, not whatever this is.

Blu hears the door open. She lets out an especially loud moan and moves her hands to her breasts, squeezing them. She pushes her hips against the wall, as though she can go deeper. The thing on the other side sucks harder.

“Nice try, Bounty Hunter,” Mi Mi Juhgs says as she locks the door behind her. There is the click of a blaster. “Just stay there,” she says. “Go ahead and finish.”

Her cool, large hand lightly slaps Blu’s bare bottom.

“Ah!” Blu groans as something swirls and tightens around her shaft. The cold end of a blaster touches the back of her head. “You found me fast,” she pants.

“Humans smell,” Mi Mi replies, giving her another pat on the rear.

“Get me out of here, Mi Mi!” Guioz rages.

“In a minute,” Mi Mi replies.

“You won’t shoot me,” Blu says breathlessly, whimpering as something slender probes at her urethra.

“Why not?” Mi Mi asks.

“They’d hear the shot. Your enemies are here.”

Mi Mi starts to say something, but Blu pulls her own trigger. Mi Mi’s blaster falls to the floor, and she crashes down beside it with a cry. She thought she had the upper hand with a gun to Blu’s head and her in such a **** position, but it was easy to stop massaging one breast and get the gun in her bra when it was already stashed so conveniently. This isn’t Blu’s first day on the job. She’s about to turn around and finish the job when the thing on the other side of the wall does something to the underside of her cock. She drops her blaster and grabs the handholds, buttocks clenching, unable to keep from blowing her load inside whatever is over there.

Cursing breathlessly, she clutches the handles and pumps her hips three times to get it all out, then pulls herself free and trips over her jumpsuit, crashing to the ground beside Mi Mi.

“You,” the wounded Mi Mi snarls, pulling a knife from her boot.

Blu rolls over and punches her in the face, knocking her cold. Then she flops on her back to catch her breath. That thing got her off fast. She almost wishes she’d made a note of what species it was. Oh well.