Pump the Rodian Waitress... For Information

You grin and whisper your plan to Tekka. She seems surprised at first, but warms quickly, smiling slyly and sizing up waitress from across the room. She's sashaying from table to table, hips swaying in a skirt that's closer to a loincloth for how much of her legs it covers. For all her efforts, she is largely ignored by the customers, looking annoyed when another waitress has her tit groped by a handsy customer. No, not annoyed. Jealous. You catch her glancing down at her own bikini clad chest; Rodians aren't exactly known for being gifted in that department.

"Not exactly what I thought you were into, but it could be fun. I say go for it."

She waves the Rodian over, smiling flirtatiously. The waitress seems confused at the attention, but hurries over eagerly. You hadn't meant right this second, but you're committed now.

You smile your most charming smile. "Hey there. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"My name? It's Gulla." She speaks galactic basic well, but with the slight buzz common to Rodian speech.

"Hi Gulla. I'm Corvin. I was hoping you could help me out. I'm a bounty hunter, and I'm new in town. I was hoping you might have the inside track on where to find the best work."

"I'm not sure I'd be be to help you with that," she replies nervously. You see her glancing around at some of the less reputable looking patrons.

Tekka takes over, her elegant blue hand reaching up to gently stroke Gulla's turquoise 'hair'. "Oh come now. A beautiful girl like you? I'm sure every spacer for miles around is falling over themselves to brag about their work to you."

"S-sure. All the time." She's flustered at being called beautiful by your gorgeous companion, and doesn't seem to want to let her down. "Or, at least... I hear some things. The owner doesn't want me to gossip too much with the customers when we're busy though."

"That's a real shame. Corvin was just saying how he'd like to spend some time with you... talking. Maybe you could take a little break. If the owner comes asking about it I'll cover for you."

Gulla glances around furtively. "Maybe..." you see her making up her mind. "Come with me." She grabs your hand, dragging you through the sandstone halls to what you assume is the break room. She locks the door behind her, and turns to face you.

"So... I don't know a whole lot about bounty hunters..."

You shush her, closing the distance between you. You know one way to jog her memory, or ease her worries about sharing information with you. "That can wait. We both know you didn't bring me back here just to talk." You lean down to kiss her, suddenly aware you aren't sure exactly how that would work with her tubular snout. You change course, softly kissing at the bumpy green skin of her neck.

She buzzes with pleasure, and you lift her slight frame up and place her gently on the edge of the table in the center of the room. You continue to kiss along her neck and shoulder, but she seems unsure of what to do. Probably inexperienced. You grab her hand, moving it down and placing it gently on your covered member. She gasps, but rubs instinctually, delighted as her efforts make your cock grow slowly ever larger.

"It's so big! I've only ever been with other Rodians before... do you think it will fit?"

Well that's flattering. "There's only one way to find out. Take it out."

She does as she's ordered, large eyes wide as she sees you revealed in full. She's so eager that she needs no preperation, and you brush her skirt aside and slowly begin sliding inside her. She's incredibly tight, and you believe she's never had anyone like you inside her before. You push forward, each slow thrust pushing you deeper, inch by inch. Gulla drapes her arms around your neck, holding onto you and urging you on. She screams in ecstasy when you finally push all the way into her, her pussy somehow clenching tighter as an orgasm ripples through her.

The continue thrusting, increasing your speed until the table is wobbling dangerously beneath you, clearly not made for a fucking like you are giving the Rodian. You are close to your own orgasm, and as long as you are doing this there's something you want to try.

You pull out, much to Gulla's protest, and gently manuever her onto her belly on the table. Propped up on her elbows, she looks at you confused.

"I'm so close, Gulla. I just want to feel your mouth before I'm done. Your face is just... so sexy."

Her mouth pops open in a second, and you hold her head in place while you slide your cock knto her waiting mouth.

Your guess has paid off! Rodian mouths are much more narrow than their humanoid peers, and the slightest sucking creates a vacuum seal around your dick. Grabbing her behind the antenna, you thrust forward, face fucking the Rodian girl, first slowly but with greater abandon as she gets used to your size. You'd swear the alien doesn't have a gag reflex either, as your cockhead rams at the back of her throat. Before long you're cumming directly into her throat. Despite the amount of jizz you are firing, none escapes the seal of her lips.

You sigh contentedly and pull out of her mouth, tucking your softening tool into your pants. Gulla is looking up adoringly at you, still swallowing the last of your jizz. She's so eager to please, she's spilling information even before you can ask.

"There's a Cathar. His name is Nojahl. He used to be a ****, but he escaped. Everyone's talking about how he's a terrorist now, living out in the wastes and trying to lead some kind of uprising. I overheard some merchants say they were going to pool some money and put a big bounty on him. It should still be new enough that not a lot of people would know about it yet."

You nod gratefully to her, and turn to head out the door. It's actually a pretty solid idea. As you leave, you hear Gulla call out hopefully behind you.

"That means you'll be here in Mos Espa for awhile, right Corvin? Maybe you'll come in and visit me sometime?"

"You know Gulla, I just might." You're surprised to realize you aren't lying. She was pretty good, and you wouldn't rule out seeing her again.

For now though, you have plans to make and gear to prepare. You're going hunting tomorrow.