You Are Approached by a Devaronian Couple

You catch the waitresses ear, and press some coins into her hand. You tell her to spread the word that Corvin Marks is here, and he's looking for work.

You expect to have to wait a few days for word to spread, and so are surprised when a pair of aliens approach later that same evening. The pair are Devaronians, a male and a female. The male's horns are curved back over his red skinned head, his smile wide and revealing rows of pointy teeth. His clothes are clean and well made, and you'd mark him as well off. Merchant, or maybe some mid level gangster.

The female is a knockout. She lacks the horns of her companion, but subtle bumps on her forehead betray her as a female of the same species. Long, straight, blue-black hair trails over her shoulders. Her clothes are as richly made as her companion's, an elegant (if short) black dress, whose deep neck offers a generous view of her large, full breasts. Her lips are pouty, full, and painted black. She oozes sex, and you find yourself slightly dissappointed, even jealous at how she curves instinctually into her companion, at one point leaning up to whisper and nipping playfully at his ear.

"Corvin Marks I presume? We were told we could find you here. I hope you'll allow me to buy you a drink." The male Devaronian is full of a dangerous, manic confidence.

"That's me. And who am I thanking for the drinks?"

"They call me Dev. And this is my sister, Lilina."

Sister? You would've guessed lover by how they acted walking up. Actually... you get the feeling that might be something that comes up, if you decide to work with these two.

"Would your girl like one too? Or do you nlt allow her drink with you? She's quite lovely." Dev cocks his head and looks closer at Tekka. "And well trained. No resistance at all. Did you get her from one of our auctions, by chance?"

You have no idea how to respond to that, and it shows. "Your **** girl? Whoever trained her achieved such wonderful composure. Very natural. Our company employs some of the best procurers and trainers in the business, so it seems reasonable she came through one of our camps."

You told Tekka that getup made her look like a **** girl. Tekka speaks up before you can correct them.

"I wasn't one of yours, Mr. Dev. My master is just so good, and it's a pleasure being near him. The obediance comes easily."

You aren't sure exactly what her game is, but it would be a bit awkward finding out right now. If she wants to play **** girl, you're not going to spend time arguing in front of strangers about it.

"If we had stock as lovely as you, we may not have let you go," Lilana cuts in smoothly, her voice screaming sex as loudly as her body. "But my brother is easily distracted. You see Mr. Marks, we have business we wished to discuss with you."

"Right as always, sister. We have a bit of a problem we thought you could help us with. You see, a **** we sold once upon a tine has run away. His owners didn't know how to handle a **** of his calibur." He looks wistful as he describes the **** to you. "Nojahl was one of our finest; he would have made a gladiator beyond compare, a bodyguard to scare off any enemy, a powerful lover to hold at night." His smile fades. "Breaking that Cathar of his pride was one of my greatest works. He was so stubborn, I did it myself." Dev's face suddenly twists in anger. "Than that fool of a Hutt-"

"Let's not say anything you will regret, brother." She stops him with a hand on his thigh. Too high up his thigh, really. Somehow when she does it, you feel your own cock stirring. "Suffice to say, after he was sold he was mishandled. Eventually, he broke free, amd is now causing havok, emerging from the sands to free more slaves before escaping back into the wastes."

"You want him back? Surely if he belongs to some Hutt, they would come and claim him again. Why are you offering a bounty for someone else's property?"

"We don't want him back. We want him dead. And we will pay 5000 credits to make that happen." The playfulness is completely gone from the Devaronian now. His fist is clenched as he explains, voice dripping with wrath and nearlt spitting the words. "Every day he remains free makes my company look bad. I'm looking like a fool amongst other slavers, and clients openly question my methods when we negotiate. This bounty stops that, and shows the lengths I'll go to make sure my product isn't causing customers any problems."

Tekka, presumed to be a ****, has gone ignored by the Devaronians to this point. You however, had noticed her typing away while they talked. She coughs lightly, and hands you the datapad. You read, and raise an eyebrow as you show the pad to the alien couple.

"This says there's already a bounty. They're offering 5000 too, but there's a 3000 credit bonus for bringing him in alive. Any reason I shouldn't just take that?"

Lilana takes over now. "We're offering a bonus that those fat old merchants can't." She leans closer to you, her hand now on YOUR thigh, her full lips a hairs' breadth from your ear. "One night in the pleasure room of our headquarters." She must feel your cock hardening, and indeed begins slowly stroking you over your pants.

"Any woman, or women, you choose," she continues at a husky whisper. "All of them have been trained by me, and I guarentee they are better than any you've had, even this blue beauty." She stops stroking and leans back, and you have to restrain yourself from bucking your hips, **** for her to continue. "I assure you, men pay much, much more than 3000 credits for the privilege."

Tekka turns to you. "That sounds like quite the experience, 'Master'. Do you think I can come along?".

You consider the offer for a moment. But only a moment.

"You have a deal. Forward me all the information you have. I'll be back with the Cathar's head."

You stand up, dragging your "****" behind you. You have some tension you need to work out right now. But tomorrow? Tomorrow, you begin the hunt.