A Party in Mos Espa

The Nojahl problem had half the city on edge, and as word spreads you've handled it you're becoming a bit of a local celebrity. People whisper excitedly as you pass, and the shadier elements duck into the shadows just in case you recognize them.

You can't help but think that infiltrating a Black Sun ship and fighting your way out alive was a more impressive feat than handling one escaped ****, but you don't plan to argue.

With everyone in a festive mood, you decide it is a good opportunity to build on your newfound reputation here. Using some of your bounty from Nojahl, you task Tekka with throwing an impromptu party at the cantina you've chosen as your home base. You know she wants an expanded role in operations, and hope that you can convince her that building contacts and reputation is just as important as running around with a blaster.

When evening comes, the cantina is a blur of noise and people. The drinks are flowing and toasts are being made in your name. Tekka even hired a band and some dancers, who have climbed on tables and are gyrating wildly to the music.

As the night wears on you find the drink, the smoke, and the noise are clouding your head. You retreat to a shady hidden alcove, hoping for a moment of quiet, only to have Tekka peak her way around the curtain seperating the room.

"What, running out on your own party?"

"The party has done its job at this point. Keeps people talking. Keeps our name in people's minds. Next big job to come up, guess who is the first to spring to people's minds? The rest of this just noise; I don't care about all that."

"Well that's a shame. I thought you might like a little personal reward out of all of this." Tekka pulls back the curtain, and one of the dancing girls walks in behind her. You're sure you hadn't seen her earlier in the night, and you would have remembered this one. She's human, deeply tanned and decked out in some nearly transparent red fabrics and gold jewelry. Her long dark hair hangs in intricate braids down her back. You expect Tekka hired her on especially for you. Now she smiles as she sees your eyes glued to her. "But if it's all JUST business, I can send her back out there..."

You roll your eyes and gesture them in. Tekka reclines next to you, while the dancer glides effortlessly up onto the table before the two of you. The heavy curtain dulls the music somewhat, but she picks up the rhythm almost instantly, her body swaying slowly and deliberately to the beat woven by drum and kloo horn.

You sit and watch appreciately; she's very skilled, her every move is elegant, but powerful. You're mesmerized, and that's before the clothes start coming off. They seem to drift away, almost of their own volition, fluttering away in strips and sheets. You are beginning to strain against your clothes as more and more of the dancing girl is revealed to you, muscle rippling under soft skin and full breasts bouncing and swaying with every move.

You feel Tekka's hands move before you see them, and even then can't tear your eyes away. When you finally look over, you see Tekka is as focused on the show as you are. Her eyes never leave the dancer's form, even as her hand slowly begins her own dance down your cock. When her hips roll Tekka's wrist follows suit, when the music speeds or slows Tekka keeps the pace. She's biting her lip and squirming, clearly aroused, but when you reach towards her she gently stops your hand and turns your face back to the show.

The song is nearing a triumphant end, the dancing girl's movement is fierce and frenzied. You feel your orgasm rising, and Tekka must too judging by how her strokes suddenly grow faster, more urgent. As the song hits its climactic final note, the dancer's back arched dramatically, and you thrust your hips forward into Tekka's hand. Heavy ropes of cum burst out, over and onto the table, splashing at the dancer's feet and covering Tekka's fingers. As you sit back panting, the dancer smiles enigmatically, and without saying a word struts out the door. It's a lovely sight, and it takes you a moment to realize she didn't take a scrap of her clothing with her.

"Wow, Tekka. Where did you find that one? Please tell me we still have some money from the job left."

"Actually, her services where offered for free. Her master was grateful for the work you did, wanted to show some appreciation."

"I hope that isn't too foward," comes a smooth voice from the other side of the curtain. "But I've always felt that good work should be rewarded. I hope you'll learn that about me."

Shit. You're a few steps behind whatever's going on, but you slip your blaster out and hold it under the table. Tekka seems less concerned, but thankfully tucks your package back into your pants. You'd rather have as few exposed vulnerabilities as possible.

The curtain pulls back, and you try to look as relaxed as possible as you face whoever (or whatever) is on the other side.