Spaceport Whore: Chapter 3 - A Night on the Town
"Hey there, handsome. Lookin' for a good time?"
Narra Tynn, the top Twi'lek hooker of this corner of Newport, put some extra purr into her standard solicitation. This wasn't a typical freight hauler or rent-a-spinner frequented by the few low-life spacers who sampled Tarolba's wares when not approaching on foot. This was a Narglatch, a quality manufacture; long, sleek, a limousine airspeeder with an extended passenger cabin, separate from the pilot droid brain. Possibly filled with an entire party of horny rich boys, although the window-fields were tinted opaque and it was too dark inside to see based on the small amount of light that was still able to penetrate the field. Such patronage by rich antilles' did happen - despite the dingy nature of the area around the starport, occasionally higher-class patrons did show up, having grown bored of more respectably famous high-end locales like Star Whores or the Outlander. This speeder had the look of something Imperial officials would parade around in, but if their credit-equivalents were good and she made sure that Tarolba's protection droids were around, perhaps. Longarm did have some connection with the Coruscant Security Force, after all - how he avoided more legal trouble than he got, even if it did require the occasional 'servicing' of a corrupt cop - so if the speeder's occupants were the roughing-up type, and not too well connected, maybe...
"I know a good place to party - and my friends know how to have a good time, too," Narra began her pitch. The window panels of the speeder were not solid at all, but force-windows: force fields that could be modulated to selectively prevent the passage of sound, light, or matter through them. These particular window-fields appeared opaque from the outside, but the opacity must have been only one-way - and the sound settings dialed down - as from inside the speeder, a deep male voice that thrilled Narra despite herself spoke out.
"Well, you certainly do look like the sort of girl who could show us a good time. Why don't you show us the rest of your friends?"
Kalorys the Zabrak and Vashee the Togruta were already entertaining other patrons, but urgent gesturing tore the rest of the girls away from whatever was occupying them at the moment, lining them up along the curb under the wan light of the street lamp like cuts of meat in a Toydarian delicatessen. They all posed and primped and blew kisses at the speeder, initial curses at being torn from potential clients in the process of being wooed forgotten. Forget imaginary instant-millionaire spice smugglers, genuine high rollers like the man and whoever else was in there with him were worth shunning the usual riffraff for a few minutes. His initial request aside, the voice from the speeder was silent, and Narra had the feeling that the sound dampener had been activated again while the occupants observed and debated the merchandise. Therefore, when the voice came out again from direct silence, Narra gave a small start.
"You, honey. And the Human girl with the black hair and the pink outfit."
Narra waved Viqi over from the line and hissed for the other girls to go away, and the small crowd of prostitutes dispersed, grumbling. The spectacle had accumulated a small number of onlookers curious about the reasons for, or perhaps just appreciative of, such a delectable assortment of cheap flesh, and even though the hookers would no doubt find customers among them, none would be the proverbial big whaladon that Narra and Viqi had just caught.
Narra looked Viqi up and down. It was their first time working together with a client, although seen each other naked in the shower and changing room of the Traveler's Rest. She was one of the few of the girls Narra hadn't paired up with yet, thanks to her new status. Narra identified herself as heterosexual and not particularly sexually adventurous outside of what she still desperately tried to wall off as her professional life. Same species, different gender summed up her partner preferences. Not that her life over the past decades had ever allowed her to exercise her own preferences beyond a few token occasions. Despite that, Narra had almost never been with a Human woman before. Non-Human women, plenty; Human men, probably even more; but Human women, very few. As with most sentient species, Human females tended to be less prone to sexual adventurism than the males. The last Human female Narra had been with had also been the only other Human girl Tarolba had employed. Gemmy had been a firecracker, having a young tight body, great ass and an insatiable bisexual appetite. Despite her willingness to fuck, and fuck enthusiastically, Gemmy eventually had to be let go by Tarolba due to her being more than willing to fuck would-be clients for free if they couldn't - or, once her reputation became known, wouldn't - pay. And on that subject...
"I don't mean to be tacky..." Narra began flirtatiously, pressing her soft top against the strange, tingly sensation of the window's force-field. "But while we're more than willing to play with you, it's policy to decide up front-"
The voice cut her off this time. "One thousand credits to you both up front just for getting in, another twenty-five hundred at the end once our little party is done. And all the booze and spice you want in between."
Narra was speechless for a second. Smuggler-millionaires and the idle rich looking for an exotic interlude from their usual upscale haunts included, that kind of money never, and that meant never, came around to this area of the Undercity. She looked around nervously to see if any of the other girls had heard, but they were all off somewhere else, picking up new clients or still pouting at their failure to be selected by the High Spender. Narra licked her lips. That big a sum would never be expected by Tarolba - if Viqi could be convinced to keep her mouth shut, they could each report a simple grand or so as their payment, and keep the remainder exempt for his sample fee. But that would come in the future. For now, she licked her already plump and moist lips again. Those weren't the only lips of hers that were getting into that state. The prospect of such a minor fortune passing through her hands...It was enough to get her hyperdrive running. It even might be enough for her to finally cut her ties here and book passage offworld.
She looked over at Viqi again. The Human girl looked...curiously blank, even a tiny bit uneasy. It hit Narra then that the High Spender might be expecting something a bit beyond the ordinary for his considerable investment, and that such thoughts might be the reason for Viqi's uneasiness. "Look, mister, I'm real grateful and I need the money," she began, all hints of playfulness gone. One of the many things she had learned was that there was no need to oversell it, especially to a certain type of antilles who themselves wanted to get down to business. "But if you have any sort of sick poodoo in mind, or if you think you can beat us up-"
"Listen, darlin', you don't have anything to fear. You won't do anything you don't want to or haven't done before. Just a little fucking and sucking. You got my word, hand on the Smuggler's Code."
Narra chewed her lower lip. This was one of the very rare situations when she was undecided about a client. Usually it was touch or go. In this case, so many things seemed wrong - in her experience, no one gave a big payment out without wanting something disagreeable in return - but she trusted Tarolba's security droids to keep an eye on things even from outside the speeder and to prevent it from trying to peel off without her and Viqi getting out beforehand. And even though she didn't know who this guy was, or even what he looked like, he had sounded even-keeled.
Narra looked over at Viqi. The Human looked just as undecided as she did, but when realizing that her companion was looking at her, returned the Twi'lek's glance, and after a second, made a small nod. That did it. She turned and talked to the inscrutably blank force-window.
"You got yourself a deal there, High Spender."
Instead of a voice, the speeder's door swung up wing-like fashion with a hiss, finally allowing Narra a full view inside. There were two occupants inside - both Humans, but not the frat boys from UCor she had been expecting. That was the first surprise. The second was that the other occupant - Narra assumed that the man in the white shirt, leather jacket, and black, red-striped trousers was the High Spender himself - was a woman. And not just any woman, but one who was elegant, regal even, with thick brown hair and a figure accentuated by her tasteful purple dress. She sat with one leg cross over the other; the foot resting on the thick carpeting of the floor had a leather ankle-boot on, while the other was bare save for her stocking, and rubbing slowly up and down the male's leg.
"Get in." The woman spoke this time, in a voice as seductive and commanding as Narra imagined it might be. The Twi'lek and Human whores stepped into the backseat of the hover-limo, sitting gingerly down on leather upholstery on the opposite side of the spacious cabin as the door closed - more to give privacy than anything else, as the speeder was pulling into the parking lot of the Traveler's Rest, per Tarolba's regulations. The couple must have frequented here before, Narra reflected. Perhaps the woman had herself hooked here some time before?...But that was ridiculous. Narra had been with Tarolba for a while, and even though she wasn't good with Human features - they all looked the same, after all, and it didn't make her a speciesist to think it - she was certain she would have remembered the brunette beauty and her regal features. Perhaps the male was a gigolo? But then again, Tarolba didn't have any males working for him - being heterosexual, it limited his options for extorting perks from his employees. And the man and woman did seem very comfortable with each other. And yet...There was definitely something very, very familiar about the two of them...
Narra squinted as she looked closer at the couple in the limousine's dim interior lighting, then her eyes went wide and her mouth even wider as recognition clicked. The woman smiled.
"I see you've noticed who we resemble. Nevertheless, and I cannot stress this enough, we are not who you think we are. Those individuals are very respectable and no doubt very busy officials of the New Republic. They would certainly lack the time or taste to visit Undercity prostitutes. Furthermore, if such rumors of them visiting said premises came to public knowledge, no doubt they would take an extreme interest in finding who let that little tidbit loose and taking extreme legal reprisals for slander and defamation of character against them. And so, once again, no matter what you see or hear and no matter the temptation, it is best for all involved if you do not try to capitalize on our perceived similarities to any public figure and instead enjoy the generous payment you will be receiving at the end of this evening's session."
Narra nodded. She wasn't the blackmailing type, at least at this level - and besides, if she ever did actually come out with a public claim, it would just get filed into holotabloids, alongside Silentium sightings and the people who claimed to have been abducted and experimented upon by sadistic extragalactic invaders. "You don't need to worry," she assured her new clients. "I can keep my tongue under control. It comes with the job. To me, you're just the High Spender and the Pretty Lady. HS and PL."
HS just laid back and smile at that, hands clasped behind his head. PL kept eye contact with Narra for a second longer, then turned to Viqi. "And you?"
Narra watched as Viqi nodded hesitantly. "Y...yes. Yes, but can I just ask if, if after this, you might-"
"No." PL's response was as definite as it was singular. "You may not, and I will eject you without payment if you ask another question tonight. That is, if you ask another question that I do not instruct you to ask."
PL smiled with more than a hint of sadistic pleasure as she watched Viqi shyly nod her head, lowering her eyes. "Yes, Ma'am."
Narra kept her own features guarded. It had seemed like Viqi recognized PL and HS - well, obviously, but more than the mere surface recognition that Narra had experienced. It seemed like something more personal. And in that stinging verbal humiliation from PL, it seemed like their client had a spark of recognition for the Kuati prostitute, as well. Curiouser and curiouser...But, as interesting as that kernel of knowledge was (and Narra had mentally filed it away for future pursuit), it would not get her her massive paycheck tonight, and so to break the ice, Narra spoke.
"So, can I ask...What is it you two want, tonight?"
The Pretty Lady leaned back against the seat, her side pressing against HS. "That's simple. You're going to fuck your friend." A cupboard built into the seatrest swiveled open, and from the chilled bottles of Old Janx Spirit and blossom wine, PL pulled out a synth-cock, one of the famous models from the flesh markets of Nuri with neural contacts that allowed the wearer to feel the sensation as if it were a real cock. "And while you fuck your friend, she is going to suck my husband. And I am going to rub my pussy while watching."
"Your...your husband?" Viqi asked. Narra also was a bit confused. As far as she knew, and assuming HS and PL were who she thought they were, they weren't married...At least, as far as she knew. Perhaps it had been in secret, or was some sort of cover, or a roleplay, or she just hadn't been paying attention to the latest holotabloids. In the end, it didn't really matter to Narra, and she put it from her mind. Which was good, considering how PL reacted to Viqi's line of questioning.
All prior threats of expulsion to the contrary, PL merely place the synth-cock down on the seat next to her, leaned forward across the carpeted space between the two rows of seats, and slapped Viqi hard across the face. As startling as the action was, Viqi's response of merely looking down at the floor, blushing as a single tear dropped off the end of her nose, was even more surprising to Narra. PL, however, never lost her faint, schoolmarmish smile, and as she leaned back in her seat, simply asked, "Shall we begin?"
Narra shrugged. If Viqi wasn't going to even raise a verbal complaint about the smack, why should she? "Sounds good to me," she said sliding down to the carpeted floor, sliding her halter top off. Viqi followed after another one or two sniffles, quickly pulling her bra and mini off. Viqi was revealed to have a tattoo of a Starbird Phoenix at the based of her back, and of some noble house insignia on one of her buttocks, and her nipples and pussy lips were all painted bright red. Narra could hardly believe the trampy whore could get any sluttier, but there the evidence was. Narra knew the color red signified arousal in many species - hence why Human vulvas got flushed in the first place, or the color-shifting Falleen when they were mating. It certainly seemed to be having the effect for HS, whose smile didn't seem like it could get any brighter as he watched the younger Human woman strip off. Already his cock was quite clearly bulging against his pants.
"Keep the fishnets on," PL told Viqi.
Before too many seconds more had passed, Viqi was on her knees in front of HS, his fly unzipped and cock out. Already it was rock hard and deeply flushed, bobbing with every heartbeat and precum at the tip. Viqi lowered her painted lips, slowly licking up the shaft from the scrotum to suckle at the tip, kissing the spongy head as if it were her first reunion with an old lover's, movement within her cheeks revealing how her tongue must have been worshiping it. Viqi's eyes closed, and it looked like she was savoring the flavor as if it was an exquisite sauce. Eyes still closed, the girl lowered her mouth, sinking the entire shaft slowly down her throat, fingers beginning to play with the High Spender's taught ballsack.
Even as old a pro as Narra was entranced, and she forced herself to tear her gaze away as she felt an impatient tapping on her nude shoulder from the delicate, stocking-clad foot of the Pretty Lady. The female client arched an eyebrow, and then nodded towards the synth-cock, still resting on the seat next to her where it had been deposited. Narra wordlessly nodded, not wanting to disturb their enjoyment of the sounds both Viqi and HS were making from his blowjob - an admittedly skilled one, Narra had to admit; given how, well, whorishly Viqi dressed, it was impressive that she had true skills as opposed to relying on her looks alone to get an antilles off as fast as possible.
Narra picked the synth-cock up, examining it in her hands. She had used dildos and strap-ons before, of course, and seen these in holoporns, but had never held one of the expensive Nurian synthetics before. It was a cybernetic device, cloned and engineered tissue grown over a mechno-phallus interior. It looked a bit like a Calamarian starfish with a massive Human penis coming out of one end, and a smaller, smoother appendage out the other. The skin of the interior was laced with enhanced neurons that, when contacting the genital areas of the wearer, would use the region's own heightened sensitivity to transmit the sensations (boosted by an interior computer chip) of having an actual cock. It was as close as a woman could get to having their own penis without undergoing sex-reassignment flesh mechanics, a service also available on Nuri.
Well, this will be an experience, Narra thought to herself, as she slid the smooth section inside of herself. She gasped involuntarily as the interior expanded, filling every crevice of her womanhood's interior not unpleasantly, as her clitoris was engulfed by a small interior cavity in the synth-cock, and its starfish-like arms wrapped around her waist and buttocks, anchoring it firmly to her. Narra gave the cock an experimental stroke, and groaned again, louder this time, as the synthetic flesh sprung to attention, resulting in a cock two inches wide and ten long, with the consistency and color of an Aqualish's face tusks. How could men function at all if they had something like this giving them feelings like that constantly? With men being as distracted as they must be, there was no excuse at all for women to not rule the galaxy.
On the subject of women rulers, the Pretty Lady had finally loosened up slightly. Her dressed was hitched up and her lacy black thong stretched between her knees. One of her hands was rubbing herself between her legs, and the other in Viqi's hair, holding her down and guiding her head in bobbing in the High Spender's lap. PL looked over at Narra, her eyes slightly glazed with lust. "Do it," she said, voice husky, cool apparently finally breaking. "Fuck her. First in the pussy, then the ass. Fuck that slut hard." Viqi moaned into the man's cock at the woman's pronouncement, causing HS to groan out loud as well.
"You don't have to tell me twice." Narra moved behind where Viqi was on her knees, grabbing her by the hips to reposition herself on all fours. PL released her hold on Viqi's hair, moving her newly-released hand to take over the job of fingering herself while passing her glistening hand over to the High Spender's nose, allowing him to savor the scent of her cuntal nectar - which was wafting from the source over to Narra's nostrils, more sensitive than those of a Human - and which he began licking off her hand. Narra raised herself on her knees, grabbing Viqi's hips to steady herself and lining the synth-cock up with her pussy lips, their red paint serving to guide her in for a perfect nerf-style fucking.
Without hesitation, Narra lunged herself forward, entering Viqi's still-tight twat in a single motion, driving the slightly rough mechno-phallus deep inside, banging the head against her cervix. She wasn't sure who groaned louder, her or Viqi, and Viqi at least had the excuse of having a mouth full of cock. And Narra wasn't even faking it to get a better tip from the client, which was a rarity in and of itself.
Narra reached forward, grabbing handfuls of Viqi's hair, now available that PL had withdrawn her own hands, to use as handlebars, allowing her to take more control and pound her fellow prostitute harder. To Narra, like many Twi'leks as well as other largely-hairless species, she had a hair fetish; the hair of other species held a somewhat perverse appeal, and she enjoyed feeling Viqi's shimmersilk-smooth mane against the skin of her hands. One of her lekku stretched forward, caressing her dark black and dyed purple hair, and Narra moaned at the sensation of hair on her even more-sensitive lekku. After several seconds, she gently wrapped it around Viqi's throat, not only allowing the dominant Twi'lek to continue to fuck her more powerfully and drive home the Human girl's submissive position, but enabled her to feel both the woman's racing pulse and the movement of her client's cock moving in and out of her throat. She really must have the timing of a pro to not be choking on that thing, Narra thought, begrudgingly gaining more and more respect for the Human girl's skills - ironically, as each respect-worthy skill was demonstrated only in a situation of increased humiliation.
The synth-cock felt amazing - or rather, the sensation of Viqi's tight, wet, grasping, silky cunt against it felt amazing. Narra had penetrated other girls with her lekku before; lekku play was pretty standard among Twi'leks and was integral to such acts as a ménage á twi, but whether it was due to the nature of a male penis or the synth-cock's processor-boosted neural feedback, her head-tails had nothing on this cock.
Narra wondered if she could keep it as part of her payment.
She moved her hold from Viqi's hair back to her hips, holding tighter for an especially deep penetration followed by a slow, full-degree grind of her entire interior. She ran one of her hands down to cup Viqi's mound in her hand, grinding her palm against her stiff clitoris and enjoying the feel of the tuft of dark pubic hair that adorned her womanhood. Different, but no less a forbidden enjoyment, than the hair on her head was. Her only regret was that the sex toy wasn't one of the models that came with built-in reservoirs of artificial semen. Narra would love to have been able to blast her jizz over Viqi's face or back or ass, as a sort of revenge for all the men who had put her through that herself. However, given the sounds coming out of HS, he would be taking care of that soon enough. As Viqi continued to deep-throat him, PL nuzzled and sucked and bit his neck, the hand not occupied with increasingly-frantic masturbation rubbing his chest.
"Star's End, Leia, that's fantastic. Don't stop. Don't you skragging stop. Oh, holy mother of meteors, this is it..."
PL's reaction was immediate. In what must have been less than two seconds, her thong and dress were discarded on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and the nipples of her pert breasts were proudly at attention, and only her black lace garter and matching stockings and black heels remained on, the garter straps framing her hairless vulva. In one more second, she roughly pushed Viqi away, and the Human woman tumbled back onto Narra, the two collapsing on the floor.
"Don's stop fucking that slut," PL advised from over her shoulder. Not that Narra was going to, not with what looked to be a show this good, and she leaned back, pulling Viqi down by the hips to re-impale her on the synth-cock in the reverse nerf-herder position. That particular position allowed them both to watch as PL straddled HS's lap, dropping herself onto the massive, throbbing erection that Viqi had so carefully prepared.
"Uunngh!" PL cried out with the most emotion she had expressed since the evening had begun, as if the spearing of a big, hot cock right into the very center of her wet womanhood was just the thing that she had needed to loosen herself up, apparently in more ways than one.
"Fuck! Fuck, yes, yes, yes!" HS cried out as PL bounced up and down on him, her breasts pressing into his chest when they weren't bouncing into his face due to his partner's vigorous actions. His hands were on her ass, possessively squeezing and kneading them. PL's vocalizations grew even more frantic as a result, until with a moan that sounded like the whine of a hyperdrive motivator preparing for the jump to lightspeed, she came, the muscles of her back and ass tensing.
Other, less visible muscles of hers must have been clenching also, as even before her orgiastic spasms ended, HS himself let out of a thunderous cry, his reddened face clenched in what looked to Narra to be pleasure so intense that it was painful. He thrust his pelvis up against PL's with what Narra imagined had to be synch with his seminal spurts; even as he continued, white fluid began to leak from around her vaginal lips, dribbling down his cock shaft. The two groaned in tandem in one final mutual shudder of tortuous rapture, before HS leaned his muscular torso back against the seat, with PL leaning her head on the nexus of his shoulder and neck, her breasts resting on his pectorals as she panted lightly. A light sheen of sweat on her back gave her an almost ethereal glimmer in the pale Coruscant night-light from outside, making her almost seem like the siren-statues of Mika or the luminous beings from the moons of Iego drunk spacers would swear up and down the Rimma Trade Route to have seen.
"That was hot," Narra understated, after several moments watching the spent lovers collapsed on each other. Viqi was still on her synth-cock, but they were not fucking any more and the Human looked even more enraptured of their clients than Narra.
The Twi'lek's words seemed to dispel the post-coital fog enshrouding the Human couple. PL stirred, then sat up, stretching her back elegantly, her buttocks taught and spherical between her garter straps. A single droplet of sweat made its way up and down and up and down the exquisite ridges of her spine in a slow, sinuous flow. "Neither of you came yet." It was a statement, not a question, and she suddenly kissed her man hard while waiting for a reply.
"Nope," Narra said.
"N...no..." Viqi added, barely a whisper. Narra felt a slight grinding against her synth-cock as the Human hooker timidly confessed.
PL broke her kiss with HS. Raising herself on her knees, her pussy pulled free off his cock with a faint slurping noise, a mix of cunt honey and semen leaving its pearlescent trace on the still semi-rigid organ. PL elegantly twisted herself around, sitting back down on her original seating location, legs spread wide before Viqi.
Narra hoped they paid the speeder pool's cleaning staff enough to keep quiet.
"You," PL spoke to Viqi. "You are going to lick my pussy clean and savor the taste of my husband's seed as a gift, as I ride your face to another climax. And your Twi'lek friend will continue to fuck you nerf style until you come...anally."
Viqi gulped, while Narra just stared, slack-jawed, then smiled wickedly. She always thought that PL was supposed to have been some big galactic pacifist from a planet of pacifists. I guess that all that pacifism on the center stage means she has to burn her aggression off somewhere else. And any night she wasn't the getting fucked in the ass, either metaphorically or literally for once, was automatically a night that Narra was in an excellent mood.
"This...I don't-" Viqi began. Narra pushed her up, causing her to yelp in surprise and strategically cutting her off before the elder whore heard a direct refusal. No need to complicate things if Viqi tried to bring something up to Tarolba later, not that Tarolba would mind a whole lot considering how many credits this escapade would bring him (even with them skimming off the top) and given the possibility of a repeat encounter.
PL apparently had the same thoughts, as as soon as Narra had repositioned Viqi on her hands and knees, the brown-haired woman on the seat grabbed the whore by her streaked hair, pulling her face against her pussy. Narra wasted no time getting behind Viqi again, a hand on both of her buttocks spreading them apart to view the tiny pink pucker. She considered some type of lube...But Viqi's cunt had left the synth-cock sticky enough as it was, and without further ado, the Twi'lek slowly began to anally impale her fellow night-sister. A sudden, reflexive tension gave way almost immediately to relaxation and admittance, telling Narra more than words could that Viqi was used to being taken this way. Her only other reaction was a loud groan, the vibrations of which apparently traveled directly into PL's clit, releasing a companion noise of its own. One of Narra's lekku snaked down Viqi's thigh and darted under, rubbing her clit before entering her well-used pussy. The lekku play unleashed a second chain-reaction of groans and aural-pleasuring.
HS sat on the leather, his cock already at attention again and a huge, smug, shit-eating grin on his face as he relaxed and watched his lover and the two prostitutes engage in the ménage á twi before him.
"You whore," PL managed to say, in between bouts of moaning. "You slutty, trampy little alien-fucking whore." Narra surmised she was talking to Viqi. PL spread her legs for a second, tilting Viqi's pussy and cum-streaked face upwards by the chin, and slapped her hard enough to leave a red mark, before shoving her back down to her swollen, leaking pussy lips. "Look at you. You've fallen so far. You used to have everything the galaxy could provide you, an entire planet at your disposal, and now you're covered in tramp stamps and trashy makeup, fucking aliens in a back alley for pocket money. I bet the cum from my husband is the only Human man you've tasted in years. And you have to suck it used from another woman's cunt." PL was getting herself worked up to a crescendo, and an astonished Narra admitted to herself that she wasn't the only one. "You're nothing but a trashy...trampy...alien sperm dump of a fucking spaceport whore! UNNNGGHHHHHHHH!"
PL writhed and screamed - not moaned, not groaned, not yelled, but screamed - as she came, pulling Viqi's face tighter against her cunt and grinding against her face, unleashing a fresh volley of sticky pussy juice just as Narra shoved her cock deep into Viqi's bowels and lekku deep against her womb. Impaled and smothered, her holes and ears assaulted, Viqi shuddered wildly between her two sexual captors, shouting muffled and senseless obscenities into the nether lips of her client. For nearly thirty seconds this wonderful, terrible, perpetually-flowing wave of orgasmic energy rolled over the cabin of the speeder, before finally it peaked, leaving three panting, exhausted, sweaty and cunt-wet women in its wake, breathing rapidly and shallowly and too spent, too utterly satisfied, even to make a sound other than from their breaths. She couldn't speak for PL, but Narra suspected that it was the verbal abuse that had caused Viqi to so explosively cum more than the fucking itself.
"Damn, Leia. I guess you really did need to unwind." The trademark wit of HS broke the silence, although even then it was nearly a quarter of an hour before the Pretty Lady - so clearly the power behind the throne of their relationship - could add her contribution.
"You were completely satisfactory," she said to the two prostitutes. "This was exactly what I was looking for." She leaned against the High Spender's lap, this time ignoring the cock pressing against her smooth stomach as she reached to open another compartment, removing a small bag. Sitting back up, she tossed it on the floor next to Narra. It made a solid thunk when it hit.
"Five thousand credits," she told an astonished Narra. "For going above and beyond what I would assume was your usual line of duty. Consider it an early Life Day present."
"Five...thousand..." Narra mouthed the words, scarcely believing them. Visions of a first-class starliner ticker to...well, to anywhere came into her mind. Anywhere in the galaxy. Mon Cal, or Chad, or Naboo, or...anywhere. Away from this planet of metal decaying slowly from the inside out. Away from Tarolba and hooking and her shame. A fresh start to her life. She looked up at the woman.
"Thank you." Two words, but never spoken more sincerely by another sentient than they were by her. No resentment, no distaste, no play-acting, but for just this once, sincerity from Narra Tynn.
The woman smiled. "You're very welcome. I will, however, require the synth-cock back. I would let you keep it, but I don't know if you would still want it, and it has sentimental value."
Narra took the hint, and with a shudder of pleasure as she grasped it, removed the cock, the sex toy going limp as its interior left her vagina and lost the neural contact with her nervous system. Tiptoing around the still-catatonic Viqi, she began to collect her clothes, such as they were, and put them on. "I'm not ungrateful, but...If you were willing to spend five thousand creds on a hooker, why didn't you just rent some high-end callgirl, someone more accustomed to clients of your stature?"
The Pretty Lady smiled again. It looked like two nice hard cums had mellowed her out considerably. "High-class escorts can be very picky about this sort of thing. And are too prone to blackmail attempts, come to that. Whereas someone in your position - no offense - are less likely to try something like that, and frankly would be far less likely to believed if so. No offense."
"Believe me, none taken," Narra said as she finished dressing. Viqi still lay still on the floor, a slight groan escaping her lips. "And believe me, you have nothing to worry about me. With any luck, this time next week I'll be on some Rimworld, as far out of your hair as possible."
"I rather hoped that might have been the case, given a payment of that size." PL looked down at the Human floor whore. "I believe that, as worn out as she is, there is still some fun to be had from Viqi, here. I promise you that no harm will come to her. That being said..." As if on unspoken command, the door to the speeder swiveled open, and Narra took the hint.
"Thank you. Again," she said as she stepped out - more of a farewell than she had given almost any other client. A fitting end for her career as a prostitute.
"You're welcome. And good luck with your new life. You've earned it...We all have," the brown-haired woman added, wistfully. And then, with an effervescent parting smile from PL and a laconic parting wave from HS, the door to the speeder closed, and a second later it drifted up, floating over Slan Street as Viqi, PL, and HS passed out of her life for good - as, soon enough, Tarolba and the rest of her fellow whores soon would. Narra shifted the bag in her hand, and started to walk towards the entrance of the Traveler's Rest Inn. Even with the security droids, the sooner she could get this money into something more substantial than the front mesh pocket of a halter top, the better.
Narra judged the weight that was pulling the top down in front. Even with the finder's fee she would be giving to Tarolba - reduced, of course - there would be plenty to book passage on a liner out of here. She could even board right here, on Newport - her apartment was only a few blocks away. She felt giddy, almost bubbly even, at the thought that within a few hours she would actually be off of Coruscant for good, her fallen reputation behind her and a new life on a new planet, in a galaxy newly free of the Empire, all ahead of her.
She felt tingly for another reason, also. PL had cum, and Viqi had definitely cum, but in all the excitement - and there had certainly been much of it - Narra had not actually reached her peak. This wasn't unusual for a typical client...But the night's activities had left her in a certain state, moreso than a merely usual night with an antilles would. The images were still fresh in her mind - and the sensations were still fresh in her ku'nee. Narra smiled. As much as she hated to even touch the slimy Dug pimp, perhaps she would give Tarolba a suitable parting memory of her. His proverbial 'long-arm' sounded like just the thing she needed to work the tension out before a long space voyage.
As she passed through the security scanners and into the dingy motel, a final thought on the matter crossed Narra's mind. Just before she had left, PL had referred to Viqi by her name. Neither of the whores had revealed their names to the clients - and yet, PL had apparently known Viqi. She thought back to the apparent glances of recognition between the Human women that Narra thought she had seen at the start of the night's session, her theories as to Viqi's true identity, and Viqi's apparent attempts to speak to the brunette client before being silenced in the speeder.
Just as Tarolba came into view, Narra grinned widely. It looked like Viqi had secured her audience with a New Republic official, after all.
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