Ep V: Chapter 11

The fitness center at the Resort is pretty to look at and full of state-of-the-art equipment, but it is not crowded. A lithe yellow Twi’lek in skintight, flattering workout clothes stretches languidly on a mat not far from Scora and Enthea.

Scora stares openly, her eyes following the Twi’lek’s backside as it rises into the air.

“Would you look at that?” Scora asks. She’s sitting on a bench, holding a pair of weights in her own rather flattering outfit, which includes shorts that are snug enough to ensure that her bulge is the center of attention.

Enthea sits cross-legged nearby, meditative and watchful.

Indeed, she is looking. But she’s not about to admit that to Scora.

“At what?” she asks placidly.

“The beauty of form,” Scora says, going back to lifting. She sneaks another peak. “Sure you don’t want to get out of those robes and lift a little, Master Jedi?”

“I’m not a Master Jedi.”

“Enthea, then. You look a little small for an unstoppable warrior.”

“Who says I’m unstoppable? Or a warrior?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen footage of Jedi fighting. I wouldn’t want to have to stop one. Hard to believe that’s you.”

“Is it?”

Scora doesn’t reply. She’s trying to lift the weight in her left hand, but can’t. Puzzled, she lets go of it. It hangs in the air, perfectly stationary. Her brows rise and she looks back and forth between Enthea and the weight.

“Fair enough,” she says, impressed. “You don’t have to train.”

“I like training. But it’s not what I’m here to do.”

FTL

Scora works out diligently until her impressively sculpted body is covered in sweat. Enthea follows her to a doorway that leads to some baths.

“You’ll bathe with me, but you won’t lift weights? You Jedi are a strange lot,” Scora notes as she pulls her shoes off in a small changing room.

“I’ve been called worse.”

“It’s not an insult. You think I work this hard because I don’t want people to see me naked?” Scora laughs as she strips. Enthea keeps her eyes on the tall Zeltron’s face as her soft cock falls free, slapping heavily against her firm thigh. Scora places her hand on her hip and gazes at Enthea.

“Yes?” Enthea says calmly.

“It’s a traditional Pyke steam bath.”

“So?”

“So, unless Dathomirians have a very high tolerance for heat…”

“We do.”

“…you’ll still be walking around in wet robes if you keep those on,” Scora says with a smile.

“Maybe I’ll wait outside.”

“You can’t protect me from outside.”

“How sure are you of that?”

“Enjoying yourself a little won’t kill you,” Scora says confidently.

“Might kill you,” Enthea shoots back. She snorts. With a shake of her head, she slips out of her outer robe and hangs it up.

“I’m happy to take that risk,” Scora says, looking pleased. Enthea feels a hint of embarrassment as she undoes her belt under Scora’s intense gaze.