Party Time!

The Outlander stretched as he walked down the ramp from Gault's ship, a modified XS Stock light freighter. Droids began unloading the pallets of alcoholic beverages and containers of snack food they'd brought, and Gault was nearly bouncing with excitement as they got into the turbolift up to the main floor. "If you're this excited, someone else must be footing the bill," the Outlander said.

Gault bowed. "You really do know me."

Despite himself, the Outlander grinned. "So who's funding this soiree? Anyone I need to worry about?"

Gault shook his head. "Not at all. I figured that after that little **** attempt on Chancellor Saresh's part, she owed us for not summarily executing her. Even under arrest, she had a number of secret accounts she used for bribes and under the table expenses, so I had one of my contacts slice them. Paying for your stag do is the least she could do for us."

"Somehow I imagine it's the least of the things you've used those accounts for."

"You underestimate how much I enjoy a good party," Gault said. "Especially when it's likely to attract some rich representatives of the Hutts I can swindle.... I mean, discuss completely legitimate business opportunities with."

"You know, Gault, only you could be at a party full of nubile women of a dozen species, and be totally focused on making deals."

"Eh, I'm too old to chase tail. And Hylo would have my horn for it anyway. Besides, it's more fun in the long term."

"Agree to disagree," the Outlander said.

Finally they reached the main floor, and as the turbolift doors opened, a wall of dance music hit them. Colored lights were pulsing, bass beats thumping, spotlights swiveling to highlight glistening female flesh, the smells of ****, multiple perfumes, sweat, and spiced food filling the room.

Gault stepped out ahead of the Outlander, and said, "Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, our guest of honor! Show him a good time he'll never forget!"

The crowd cheered and whistled as the Outlander stepped forward, and was immediately surrounded by a dozen dancing girls - a few Twi'lek, a Togruta, several humans or near-humans, a Cathar, and, somewhat surprisingly, a Rodian. In unison they each raised a pitcher of water, as if in salute to him, before pouring it over themselves, making their already skimpy outfits turn sheer. They grabbed his hands and pulled him forward to where a throne-like chair was waiting for him, their (mostly) pretty faces all smiling at him. It was hard to tell if the Rodian's face was doing anything in particular.

As he was moved through the crowd, he recognized several faces. Lieutenant Raina Temple was having a drink with Major Pierce, he could hear Tora's raucous laugh cutting through the music like an angle-grinder, Veeroa Denz's head tendrils were bobbing as she danced witha slightly overwhelmed looking Talos Drellik, and he saw Guss Tuno cornering Gault and appeared to be begging for something - probably tips running scams, if the Outlander were to guess.

"Hey, big guy, think fast!" he heard, and ducked as he turned, something whizzing over his head, hitting a Twi'lek dancer in the chest and making her squeal in surprise. He reflexively reached for his blaster when he saw that it was Kaliyo Djannis who'd thrown something. Looking at the dancer, who's immaculate ocean-blue skin was now covered in a white creamy foam, he realized it had been a flimsi pie filled with sweetfoam she'd tossed. "Woo! Looks like Seela's got the first creampie of the night! Who had that in the pool?" Kaliyo called over the noise.

He could hear Guss exclaim, "By the maker! I did! I won!" while Gault shook his head ruefully behind the Mon Cal. "Ahem, I mean, of course I won. The **** guided me to pick the winner," he said, looking around to see if anyone was buying it.

Seela pouted. "But that doesn't count, I wanted a-"

"Oh, hush, I'll help you get cleaned up," the Togruta girl said, her skin a smooth viridian accented with white face paint. She took the Twi'lek by the hands and winked at the Outlander before bending down and licking the cream off Seela's body. One of the human dancers joined in, and soon each one was licking a supple blue breast, the glistening cream replaced by saliva. The others sat the Outlander down on his throne, one fetching him a glass full of a dark amber liquid while the others ooh'd and aah'd about him. One of the human girls fiddled with his belt. "Two blasters? I bet a big stud like you isn't satisfied with just one at a time," she said in a lusty voice.

"I can handle a few, but I like to pick a target and make sure I finish the job before moving on," the Outlander said.

"Ladies, ladies... and I use the term loosely... give him some room, there's plenty to go around," Gault said. "Go have some fun, I'm sure our guest of honor will make time to give you more personal attention," he said, dispersing the girls from around the throne. Seela was still being licked clean by the Togruta and human girls on a nearby low couch, while the others spread out, some headed to the dance floor, others disappearing into the crowd.