Press for Additional "Reassurances"

"Sorry, but I can't budge on the upfront cost. Too many people cut and run, and I end up taking a total loss on the job. I have a team to pay, people to take care of."

You see a flash of panic cross her face, and let her process that response. Her reaction is expected: the worried look on her face, the **** glances at the motley collection of thugs calling themselves bounty hunters, the realization she can't trust them not to steal her money or worse. Good. She's looking **** for a lifeline, and you are going to toss her one.

You sigh loudly, mostly for effect. "Listen, if you really don't have the cash, there's things you can offer me that can help make up the differance. Things that will show me just how committed to seeing this through you are."

She blushes purple, but the speed at which her face scrunches up implies she at least considered the possibility this came up. Not surprising, if she's essentially this Xumir character's live in whore.

"I am NOT going to sleep with you!" she hisses at you. She's outraged, but still at the table. "And if I'm spotted leaving with you, it might make it back up to my... friends."

Fortunately, you figured that. You don't know exactly how far her gangster boyfriend would go if he was the jealous type, but push things too far and you might have goons coming for your kneecaps. You could probably handle it, but why worry about the hassle? You grin wickedly, throwing her off guard.

"Who said anything about leaving? We can handle all of our payments right here." You spin your datapad towards her, deftly inputting a transfer for 1000 credits. With your left hand, you reach under the table, and gently pull Ranna'a hand to your lap.

She takes a moment to consider, her blush deepening but her hand remaining in your lap. You sip blithely at your drink, holding eye contact and a mischevious grin.

Soon, she's made up her mind. Looking pointedly at the datapad, she begins inputting her account information into the transfer system. Below the table, her nimble fingers begin undoing your belt, and fish your hardening member out of your pants. Between the feel of her soft skin, the sight of the beautiful twi'lek, and the exhibitionist thrill of it all, it's only a matter of moments before you are fully erect in her hands.

You groan softly as you feel her fingers around your length, and lean back in your chair. Ranna sits silently next to you, furiously avoiding eye contact, blushing bright purple and stroking you harshly, matter of factly under the table. You know it isn't her first choice, but are honestly a little dissappointed with the effort. You lean over to whisper in her ear.

"You know, if you get into it a little, it'll probably be faster. Probably more enjoyable for you too."

She scowls, still refusing to look at you, but she must have considered your suggestion. Her stroking slows slightly, her grip remains firm but grows less harsh. You frown slightly when her hand leaves your cock, but smile again when she brings it up to her face, as though covering her mouth to cough. She slowly licks along her palm and fingers, and you swear the sight alone made you somehow even harder. Her now slick hand returns to your member, and renews its efforts.

While she works, you smile and continue your business like nothing is going on. You list your standard disclaimers as she continues stroking, occasionally pausing as a wave of pleasure hits or she gently carresses a particularly pleasurable spot. You cover expense procedures, information on Tekka you'll need access too, idly muse that if she's anything like her sister it will definately be worth it. She scowls and looks away, but nods her understanding of the terms. With each stroke or nod her lekku sway distractingly. You've never understood exactly why headtails where as attractive as they are, but here you are, thinking of all the things you'd like to do with them. Some would be too obvious, but others...

You reach across nonchalantly and gently grab the tip of one of her lekku. She gasps lightly; you'd heard they were twi'lek erogenous zones, and her reaction seema to confirm that. You gently move aside the wraps she wears over them, allowing her to feel your akin against her headtail. She whimpers slightly as you rub, slowly so as not to arouse suspicion, a small area around the tip. You're doing something right, because you feel her strokes beneath the table becoming more intense.

Before long, certainly much sooner than you had hoped, you feel your orgasm nearing.