Leia's Royal Performance: Chapter 3 - Leia's Return

The session in the Imperial Senate was nearing its end, much to the relief of Leia. An emergency meeting had been called after yet another series of attacks against Imperial outposts rocked the very heart of the Empire's bureaucratic regime. Though Mas Amedda did everything he could to not admit who was behind the attacks, most of the gathered representatives knew which group was responsible.

Leia fought back a yawn as she listened to the final few words from those acting as Emperor Palpatine's mouth pieces. Her role in the Apprentice Legislature Programme, along with her title as the crown princess of Alderaan meant her presence in the Senate was mandatory, a means of keeping up the look of solidarity between the planets loyal to the Empire. She detested every second of it.

It was everything she had come to despise during her stays on Coruscant. From the elaborate grandstanding, to the need to always keep her guard up, just in case someone was paying her an inordinate amount of attention. She was dressed in a flowing white gown, accentuated by a series of expertly placed Alderaanian jewels, trimmed with gold wire thread, her feet clad in a pair of simple, silver coloured pumps. Her intricate hair style was held in place by a gleaming platinum tiara. Leia was the vision of the virginal princess; untouched, untainted.

Though she projected that image to perfection, possessing a level politicking to rival her father's, she didn't feel it in the least bit. it had been just over a week since her visit to The Spacer's Den, yet her memories of the night were so vivid that she sometimes felt as if part of her never left. Her flowing white gown didn't represent her in the same way it had prior to that night, not anymore. It felt cumbersome, restrictive. The way her body flowed on that infamous stage was unlike anything she had experienced before, beautifully displayed to the very beings the Empire expected her to despise, to the men who engaged in some of the worst forms of trade the galaxy had to offer. 

In her logical mind, Leia knew her feelings were wrong. Whenever she felt the memories creeping up, she thought of her parents, how they would react to seeing their beloved daughter posing her naked body in different ways to a clamouring audience. It would destroy them. Yet, the heat she felt deep in her womanhood would never depart when she allowed the memories to play out. Returning was out of the question, a promise she made to herself after she returned to her Penthouse that very night. She did everything to convince herself that she had simply allowed herself to get swept up by the energy of the debauched hub, that her lack of experience in the Undercity had warped her sense of rational thought. 

But she knew she was lying to herself. No-one forced her to sneak into the strip club, her family's vast fortunes meant she quite literally had an infinite number of resources at her disposal to spy on the admiral. She wanted to do it, to be at the very centre of attention, not because of her intelligence or wit, but because of her body. To feel hundreds of eyes on her as she enticed them, begging them to ravish her. Kev'as's words repeated in her mind on loop.

'You know you belong here, don't you? A body like this belongs to the Undercity!'

The Princess couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to those words. From the second she emerged onto the glowing catwalk, she felt a certain degree of rightness, it was the first and only time thus far that she desired to be the focus of an audience. They didn't want a monarch, they wanted a dancing girl that could even successfully manage turn on a Hutt -- they wanted a schutta. She yearned to give them exactly what they wanted. Even as the session came to a close, Leia could feel herself becoming aroused.

She stood up to leave, stretching out gracefully to rid herself of the uncomfortable sensation of having sat in her designated seat for just over three hours. In doing so, she caught sight of Admiral Maklin shaking hands with General Tagge, yet another Imp who hailed from an exceedingly well connected family. From the time she spent tailing Maklin, she knew that it was likely one of days he would slip away to visit The Spacer's Den. With this rebellion only growing bolder and Maklin still in the process of finalising an all out assault against one of their many hidden bases, Leia knew she needed to get a hold of the location of the attack. She needed to return to the club, but struggled to tell whether it was for the good of the rebellion, or her own desire simply needing an excuse.

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Leia waited until the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon of the Senate district of Coruscant before she made her move. Ensuring that she wasn't being observed, doing everything she could to be lost amongst the mass of beings that bustled around the expansive streets, Leia purchased a ticket for a civilian transporter and quickly made her descent.

Her heart beat only quickened as she approached the building she had become all too familiar with over the past few weeks, it had consumed her dreams entirely. She wore something she considered a touch more appropriate, a cheap yellow dress that left little to the imagination, covered by a black faux synthleather jacket she had purchased over the holonet, along with a pair of black wedge heels. It ensured she would blend in far more than her jumpsuit had, but it didn't satiate the burning need within her. The clothing that would do that lied within the confines of The Den.

She walked over to the alley, with the hood of her dress drawn over her head. Before she could sneak into the alley, a battered land speeder pulled up beside her, fumes leaking from its poorly maintained repulsors. The window rolled down, revealing a particularly burly looking Gran sat in the driver's seat, all three of his eyes gazed at Leia with clear lust, particularly the curve of her rear, pronounced by the wedges.

"Human, how much for a quick suck job from those pretty lips of yours?" the Gran bleated.

  Leia stood like a Manka cat caught in glowlights. The Gran had propositioned her, believing her to be just another one of the many prostitutes that plied their trade on the cold evening streets of the Undercity. She realised that she should have been appalled, indignant at the suggestion that the Princess of Alderaan could be anything of the kind. Yet, his proposition only served to add to her unquenchable thirst. 

Instead of rebuffing him outright, Leia decidedly to play her role entirely. She sauntered over to the car with a sway in her hips, a deep contrast to the royal poise she had been taught to adhere to since she was young. Exhaling an excited breath, she bent over to window and pouted, adopting an accent less refined than her own. "Sorry, baby. I'm off duty. Maybe another time?"

The Gran was clearly disappointed, but nodded in understanding. He pulled away from the curb towards an emerald skinned Twi'lek who stood just outside of Siabish's Sabacc House. 

Driven on by an unimaginable giddiness in her step, Leia eventually reached the door where it all began. The Princess blushed a deep shade of red at the memory of her fellating Kev'as on her knees, well aware that at any time someone could have spotted her in action. As dangerous as it was, she knew that if Kev'as requested for her to do so again, she would drop to her knees in an instant.

Leia knocked on the door, shaking with excitement as she waited for the response. The door opened within seconds, revealing Kev'as, who looked down at Leia with complete arrogance. 

"Ah, Regalia!" Kev'as ran his tongue across his lips as he drank in the sight of the woman that had quickly become his most in demand girl since he first took ownership of The Den. "Been a week since you were last here. I was starting to think you weren't coming back."

Leia gave him a dazzling smile. "I couldn't stay away. I'd like to perform again tonight, Bossban. If you'll have me?"

Kev'as grinned broadly, stepped aside eagerly. "If I had it my way you would never leave the stage."

Just as Leia reached the entryway, Kev'as pulled her around to face him, running his fingers beneath her skirt. "Do you accept now, rich girl? You don't belong up there with the stuck up snobs, you crave the life of a working girl, don't you?"

Leia found herself unable to answer, worried what would come out of her mouth. That was until Kev'as pushed her panties aside and plunged a finger inside her wet tunnel. "Yesss...Bossban!" Leia moaned, with a certain conviction that she couldn't ignore.