His decision

The weight of the decision crushed him. He closed his eyes, picturing Sara’s face, her trusting smile, the way she looked at him with such love. How could he betray her like this? How could he not? The sheer terror of losing everything, of watching her suffer because of his mistake, was a more potent poison than even his own humiliation. He saw his thin, inadequate cock compared to the mythical proportions of Leia’s, and a wave of self-loathing washed over him. He was a failure, a small man, now a pimp.

Finally, the words, heavy and bitter as ash, escaped his lips. "Okay," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Okay. I'll… I'll do it."

A faint, victorious smile touched Leia's lips. "Excellent choice, Jack. You won't regret it. Well, not too much, anyway." She stood, walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch surprisingly gentle but firm. "Here's the plan. Tonight. Take Sara downtown. A fancy restaurant, just like old times. Then, you'll have a suite booked at the Imperial Grand. Rooftop restaurant, spectacular views."

She pulled a keycard from her pocket, emblazoned with the Imperial Grand logo. "This is for the penthouse suite, 28th floor. It's already been arranged. You and Sara will go up after dinner. Have some fun, ignite some passion." Her eyes held his, a chilling implication in their depths. "You'll surprise her with some… playful BDSM. Blindfold. Lightly tie her to the bed frame. Make it seem like your idea. A new adventure for the two of you. Something intimate, a little daring, just for her."

Jack felt a wave of nausea. He was to prepare his own wife for another.

"And when she's ready," Leia continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "that's when I arrive. Silently. You'll be… excused. You can wait in the lounge, perhaps. Or elsewhere. I'll send you a signal when it's over."

His face must have betrayed his horror because Leia simply gave him a reassuring, yet utterly chilling, pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Jack. I'm very good. She'll have a night she'll never forget. And tomorrow, your problem will be gone."

The drive home was a blur of misery. Jack tried to compose himself, to wipe the horror from his face, to sound normal. Sara, his beautiful, trusting Sara, was humming as she made dinner, her blonde hair catching the evening light.