He takes care of the problem!

'Really! What's with this women!? That does it!' With that train of thoughts he turned to the clone sergeant holding the datapad.

“Sergeant, would you arrow me your datapad?” He said smiling evilly (gently) to the clone sergeant.

“Yes sir!” She almost eagerly jumped, spun around and gave Anakin the datapad... at the same time pressing her chest against his.

Holding himself, from blowing up, Anakin took the datapad and logged into the system.

“What's your id?” he asked the clone sergeant.

“RT90225602, Heart” She recited... looking at him with big puppy eyes. He shuddered. How someone could even make that kind of eyes? He taped her number.

“And you?” he asked rest of the clones.

“TK55512973, Diad”

“AR45199955, Owl”

“ET51367512, Gizka”

And with that 4 pairs of breasts, of overly eager clones, was now pressing and rubbing Jedi. Sighting, Anakin finished taping all of the clones' ID numbers.

“Thank you.” He smiled and pressed the 'confirm' button on the datapad.

Moment later, 4 clones screamed as first orgasm hit them. Anakin set the program of their vibrators for constant orgasms for period of 10 minutes. That would give him some breathing space.

Heart grabbed his robe and fell on her knees with face directly in front of his crotch. Diad grabbed his left leg as she fell on her bum. Owl, like Heart, managed to grab his robe, before she slid on her knees. Gizka wasn't fast enough to grab him and fell on the floor.

Anakin sighted with contempt. The only thing the clones were doing right at this moment was moaning. No pestering, no entering his private space, no seducing...

Ah, peace at last.

Elevator's door opened.

3 officers, female, male and a clone who wanted to enter, stopped in their tracks and starred at Anakin and the four clones. Male just stud there with opened mouth, non-clone female put a hand on her mouth blushing furiously and clone... with silent 'Oh my' licked her lips.

Anakin realized what he and clones writhing under his feet must've looked like... He wanted to clear situation somehow, but didn't really know what to say, without making it look worse. So they just stud there, in complete silence (Anakin's mind didn't register constant moans of climaxing clones), looking at each other.

Finally male officer regained his voice.

“We will take next elevator General.”

With that the door closed... and Anakin face-palmed.