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Star Wars: Blurred Lines

A Star Wars SI story. A Scottish man wakes up in a foreign body after blacking out with the boys, then sets off to be the best damn space wizard there is. Posting on Royal Road. Support me on - pa.treon.com/DodgyWriter Discord - https://discord.gg/szr9ySJbAW The picture isn't mine, tell me if it's yours and I'll take it down.

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The Dodgy Blaster 2

"Yeah, just got back a couple hours ago. There weren't any hiccups if that's what you're asking" Ros answered while stocking the fresh bottles onto the shelves behind her, "Can I get you two anything?"

Taking a quick glance at the readily available drinks, I tell her, "Get me a triple jet juice poison spitter."

Looking through the drink menu that was sitting on the bar, Aayla says, "I'll have a… Dantooine ice-twist.

"Coming right up." Ros nodded, shooting me a quick wink before she went off to mix our drinks.

While our drinks were in the process of being made, Aayla turned to me and spoke, "I wish you told me we were coming here so I could've gotten changed into something more appropriate." Pulling at her usual outfit that seemed a little bit skimpy for the lounge.

But I love skimpy clothes, and found nothing wrong with Aayla flaunting her assets in the current situation - or any situation for that matter. Guess the only trouble is she might be misunderstood as an employee considering the majority of my staff consists of Twi'lek, plus her lightsaber's hidden beneath the loincloth attached to her belt.

Waving her worry off, "I wouldn't worry. You look good in whatever you wear."

"Even those…what are they called again?" She cupped her cheek in her hands as they tried to remember the name of one of my entrepreneurial adventures, "The fluffy jumpsuits. You know, the ones you're supposed to wear around the house when it's cold."

"A onesie?" I guessed

"Yeah, that's one." Aayla affirmed.

Using the only power stronger, and more dangerous than the force - imagination- I pictured Aayla in one of the various onesie designs before responding to her question, "Meh, you'd suit them just fine. Though personally, I think a pretty, white nightgown is more up your hyperlane."

A hint of blush paired well with the mischievous glint that twinkled in her eyes, but before she could say anything in return, Ros Lai placed the finished beverages in front of us.

My oddly coloured drink was poured inside a beaker-like glass that bulged out at the centre before coming back inwards to a much smaller rim. Aayla's came in a half-organic, half-metallic coconut that had a long twirly star poking out from one of the holes in the lid.

Clearly listening to our conversation while she made the cocktails, Ros chipped in with her own two credits on the matter, "I'm with the big guy on this one." Possibly - no, definitely imagining Aayla wearing a score of different outfits, she continued, "Sure, you'd look plenty cute in a onesie. Much like myself, but a nice, tightly tied nightgown to accentuate those killer hips is what'll really make the heads turn."

"Mn" I sagely nodded agreeing with, "If you're that bothered about what you're wearing you can get changed here. There's plenty of clothes your size in changing rooms just waiting to be worn."

After a moment of deliberation her light blush died down and Aayla accepted, "I think I will take you up on that offer."

"Changing room down the hall, second door on the left." I instructed, then with zero abrasion me and my bisexual bartender watched Aayla's tantalisingly swaying hips disappear out of our view.

The instant the automatic doors shut behind her, the two of us let out a long synchronised whistle that perfectly summed up our thoughts on the matter. Taking a swig of my drink, the two of us sat in comfortable silence for a brief stint.

Until the peace was broken by Ros' query, "She doesn't realise what clothes we keep here, does she?"

Idly swirling the orange coloured drink around the eccentrically shaped glass, "Nope, not got a clue."

Letting a short giggle flow from her plump lips, Ros asks, "Do you think she'll actually end up wearing any of them? Most of our outfits are risque at best."

Using the time taken to finish the rest of my drink to mull over the odds, "Fifty-fifty, she normally cuts about wearing skimpy stuff anyway. There's a chance she might not even realise what she's wearing."

After giving me a strange look courtesy of my last sentence, she mixed me another cocktail "Who is she anyway?"

"My Jedi Master. Well, ex-master." Pausing to place a cigarette between my lips, I finished my explanation in a slightly more muffled manner, "Just got my knighthood there, came down here for a celebratory drink."

"Shit, I'll drink to that." Swiftly pouring a shot for both of us, we clinked the miniature glasses together and sent the contents down the hatch. Breathing a content sigh, Ros said seriously, "Must've been rough having a hot piece of ass like that as a master."

"Tell me about it." I replied, lighting the cig with a zap of electricity, I took a quick puff and continued to share my troubles "Had me blue-balled for weeks on end."

"Can't even blame you." Ros got the baby glasses to hell before slamming a pint glass on the table and pouring the remaining spirit into the single glass, "She's got my loins wet already and I've only just met her."

Taking a gulp from the freshly poured megapint, I honestly ask the horny woman, "How do you survive working here."

Completely straight faced she replies, "Divine will power, and some vigorous scissoring after my shift ends. I end up having to step out whenever Dia's up on stage." As if replaying the scene in her head a lustful grin appeared on her face, "She's got some moves that woman."

"She does indeed." I concurred, the grey skinned Twi'lek who occasionally sleeps with Ros Lai is a seductress in her own right.

Cutting our rapidly degenerating talk short was the hum of the changing rooms doors sliding open. Strutting from the doorway was Aayla, confident as ever wearing a change of clothes that brought stars to the bartender's eyes.

Instead of her typical combat attire, she came out wearing one of the staff's work wear that the combined minds of myself and Ros Lai painstakingly developed. Replacing her dark combat pants and boots, were a pair of white stilettos and partially see through sheer tights that showed off her alluring legs.

Wore on her torso was a strapless corset that struggled to keep her sizeable assets from spilling out at both the back and front. Finally, topping off the fit was the lone collar with a black bow-tie that found itself wrapped around dainty neck and the removal of her head and lekku wraps, allowing them to flow freely and she strode over to the bar.

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