Leia's Royal Performance: Chapter 4 - Lust In Purity

Leia traversed the disorganised backroom halls of The Den with ease, no longer needing Kev'as to help guide her. The crates she had been sure contained vast quantities of spice and glitterstim that were present during her first visit to the club that had claimed her body and soul were gone, leaving Leia to wonder if they had been sold on. As much as the Princess knew she should have been repelled by the fact that the club acted as a go between for Coruscant's drug trade, she couldn't help the feeling  thrilled by it. A dirty secret just between her and Kev'as.

She slipped inside the office and stood dutifully in front of the large desk, waiting as Kev'as swaggered over to his own side, very aware as his black eyes scraped over her body, recalling how it looked without a speck of clothing covering every delicious curve. The Twi'lek reached into his desk and withdrew a holo-pad. He joined Leia on the other side, sidling up to her until his body pressed against hers, placing the pad down in front of the curious Princess.

"Bossban? What is this?" Leia asked softly, scanning the information on display with her sparkling brown eyes, smiling as she felt Kev'as's nails sliding over the curve of her rear.

"A contract, Regalia. Your contract," Kev'as whispered hoarsely.

Leia's eyes widened. She had returned to the club expecting another night of contorting her body around the durasteel pole, hoping that she kept a little more control over her actions to make her way over to the booth the admiral and his cohorts frequented. But seeing the contract glowing softly before her, written out in a mix of Aurebesh and Huttese, it made the whole thing seem so official. Again, the voice of reason spoke up, warning Leia she was allowing the entire situation spiral out of her control, that she should have left the club entirely and found another method of obtaining the information from the safety of the Uppercity. But as she felt Kev'as slip beneath her skirt, running a finger along the base of her Ish'Kasi brand panties, purchased from an expensive boutique close to the Federal District that catered specifically to high society women, her mind quickly became clouded.

In her heart, Leia knew what she was doing was for a good cause, to ensure that certain factions of the rebellion would live to fight another day. However, Leia couldn't deny that her actions in the Undercity had become something far more potent. It provided a respite from her duties like nothing else, it was addictive -- seductive.

Kev'as slipped a single finger past the expensive piece of lingerie and eased it into Leia's dripping hole, the Twi'lek grinned as he felt Leia's canal compress around his intruding digit. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Don't tell me you came back here just for one night of fun, I've never had so many customers asking when one of my girls will perform again, you have yourself a growing fanbase."

Leia felt her knees weaken as Kev'as began to stir his finger around her hole, forcing her to bend over the desk to support herself. She felt a second finger slide inside, her ability to see reason quickly began to fade as the Twi'lek expertly bent and twirled his digits. She felt him lean over her shoulder and extend his tongue out, expelling a strong smell of his Corellian cigars, and run it along her collar bone, dragging it up her ear lobe, flicking the tip of his tongue against her earring.

"Feel that, my upper class schutta? You're absolutely dripping wet," Kev'as whispered in her ear, plunging his fingers in and out in a smooth motion, "don't say this isn't what you want. You crave it right to your very core. Give in to the desire and sign. You'll be the star of The Spacer's Den, I keep my promises."

Leia would have laughed at the contrast had she not been in the throes of an intense orgasm. The daughter of the almost ethereal Queen Breha Organa, the future ruler of the untainted world of Alderaan, having her pure womanhood manipulated by the owner of an Undercity strip joint and a part time drug dealer.

With a feminine cry, Leia shuddered as her orgasm washed over her, her juices dripped down her thighs to the carpeted floor below. It was yet another piece of the virginal Princess being chipped away. She recovered, feeling Kev'as pull his fingers out of her,giving her a strange feeling of emptiness.

Kev'as made a show of sticking his slick digits in his mouth, licking them clean as he gave Leia a feral grin, baring his sharpened teeth to her. "Mmm, I have expensive tastes, and you taste absolutely rich. Now, what's your decision?"

Leia didn't even hesitate as she traced her finger over the projected contract, watching in wonder as it flashed green and disappeared. Kev'as smiled and retrieved the holo-pad, placing it back into a safe located behind a piece of Mandalorian chest armour he had recently purchased, laced with blaster bolt scorch marks.

"See? You can't resist the urge," Kev'as sat in his seat and went to work on his built in computer. "Now I'll just put everything into place, you'll have quite a pleasant surprise waiting for yo when you arrive on stage. Off to the changing room, Regalia, your adoring fans are expecting you. I hope you're ready for 'meetings' in the private booths?"

Leia nodded meekly, not entirely catching his meaning as she tugged her panties back into place, still sensing the ghost of Kev'as's fingers deep in her canal as she departed. It didn't take long for her to reach the door leading to the changing room. She took a calming breath, trying to prevent the sheer excitement from overpowering her, and hot the switch, sending the door sliding away with a hiss. As soon as she caught sight of the room she was hit by a feeling of familiarity, a nostalgia for an environment she had only visited just the once.

Dozens of eyes connected with her, though she detected a certain level of jealousy from a number of the women. Shiaan in particular looked at the Alderaanain with a barely disguised contempt. As she spotted her dress area she was pounced upon by a familiar green blur and heard a squeal of delight as a a pair of arms pulled her into a warm hug.

"You came back," Ishira grinned, holding Leia by the arms. The Mirialan was dressed in a highly suggestive ensemble, a set of sheer white lingerie did little to hide her dark green nipples.

"I couldn't resist," Leia replied with a smile of her own, following Ishira over to their allotted dressing area. She shrugged off her jacket and began to strip down to just her lingerie, no longer self conscious with the idea of being naked in such an environment. 

"A week of not being here has done wonders for your profile," Ishira said, applying a glossy white lipstick to her plump lips, matching the cultural tattoos that ran down the centre of her face, "those who were there that night haven't stopped talking about you, you've reached an almost mythical status amongst those who haven't seen you in action.  Need any help with ideas for outfits this time?"

Leia shook her head coyly, her eyes on the expansive wardrobe behind as she shrugged her bra off, revealing her breasts without hesitation. Unlike her first time in the club, Leia had vividly imagined the sorts of clothing she would wear should she ever make her return. Every time Too-Vee helped her into a beautiful flowing gown, she couldn't help but think of what lewd costumes she would have preferred to wear instead, it became almost like an obsession for her.

Leia walked over to the long rack and sifted through the various articles of clothing that were put on display. It took a fair amount of time searching before she came to a halt before something that perfectly matched what she had envisioned in her mind.  It was a hot pink corded auropyle mini dress, though it was far from the sort of dress one could wear out in public. The hem just barely dipped below the curve of her rear, leaving her toned alabaster legs bare almost entirely. A set of sleeves ran across her arms, connecting in a loop over her middle fingers, the neck line plunged down to her stomach, only just managing to cover her nipples. In a way, it wasn't close to being as revealing as the sling bikini. But the material of the dress made up for it tenfold, allowing the outfit the shimmer and shine when she stood beneath the spotlight.

Once she tugged the dress on she went in search of a pair of heels to match. The rack was full of various footwear, ranging in different levels of extravagancy, from those that came with built in credit holes for customers to deposit their tips directly into, to heels that came with their own holo-projectors which displayed the dancing girl's rates for a private session. 

As Leia moved along the rack she spotted something she considered utterly perfect. She picked up a pair of synthex pink thigh high boots, complete with a vertiginous platform. Eagerly, she bent down and pulled them on, struggling slightly as they hugged her legs with a degree of tightness, encasing her legs almost like a second skin. Despite their height, walking in them almost felt natural, adding a roll to her step that she just knew would draw complete attention to her rear. Satisfied, she drifted out of the wardrobe to meet Ishira, the expression on the face on the Mirialan told her everything she needed to know.

"Gods," Ishira gaped, running her eyes up and down the Alderaanian's body appreciatively, "it's like you're trying to give one of the customers out there a heart attack. If this doesn't make you the talk of the Undercity, I don't know what will. I also see you've found yourself a signature colour."

"All thanks to you," Leia replied meaningfully, "you look incredible too."

Ishira waved off her compliment with a blush. "Thank you, I can only try my best."

Leia approached the mirror of her dressing table shyly, finally coming face to face with her new appearance. Whereas the previous outfit she had worn had involved the direct involvement of the Mirialan, this one had been chosen by her alone. There could be no claims of reluctant decision making, no overarching altruism at play, the Princess of Alderaan had surrendered to her deepest fantasies and she had no intention of turning back.

"Ishira? The Bossban said something about meeting clients in the private rooms," Leia ventured as she let her hair out of its tight not, "what exactly did he mean by that?"

Ishira blushed a little more intensely as she stretched out, placing her leg on the table of her dresser as she warmed herself up for the night. "Well, isn't it obvious? Clients pay the Bossban a sizeable sum of credits to take one of the girls they desire the most into one of the backrooms. I'm sure you can imagine what happens there."

Leia smiled innocently, applying a light shade of pink eye shadow. "They get a more up close look?"

"What she's trying to say in an sickeningly delicate way is that the client gets to kriff you like a good little schutta," Shiaan rolled her eyes, relishing her chance to tear down the naivety of the beautiful human, "we're not Naboolian ballerinas floating across the stage with an air of being untouchable, we're marketing our bodies for the Bossban. It doesn't matter how much admiration you get from the Bossban or his consortium of gangsters and thieves, if you wanna work here then you better be ready to let some jumped up crime lord kriff you until you can't walk steadily. If you're too high and mighty to whore yourself out like a good little human then leave."

Leia felt struck by the revelation and sat herself down on a small padded stool, numbly staring at herself in the mirror. The idea of doing anything of the kind dug up a certain unease, it would be such a severe line to cross. Selling the ability for men to gaze at her from a safe distance was one thing, selling it for their physical pleasure was entirely different. It would be beyond a simple thrill, she would be expected to prostitute herself to whoever Kev'as determined had the sufficient funds to purchase her. It would be such a supreme betrayal that she could never look her mother and father in their eyes again. 

Yet the woman who stared back at her wasn't a Princess, she wasn't burdened by great expectations collared by a legacy dating back generations. 'Regalia' was just another one of the unfortunate humans who fell by the wayside, a woman of noble descent who fell far from the security of the gleaming towers that loomed above, working to make ends meet. She wasn't a woman of virtue, she was an unashamed whore. Even as Leia sat there, just barely listening to the girls being summoned one by one to the stage by the multi-vocoder used by the DJ, she felt herself growing wet at the thought of leading some brutish alien to the private booths, pleasuring him for the financial benefit of the Bossban. Helping the rebellion in the midst of such debauchery was merely a bonus.

She just barely registered as her name was roared out by the Ortolan DJ, to the thunderous applause of the manic audience that lay beyond the shimmersilk curtain. Leia stood and walked towards the steps leading up to the stage, passing a particularly worn out Pantoran woman as she ascended. 

Like a Sriluurian butterfly bursting from its cocoon, Leia stepped out onto the stage as a changed woman. She was playing a role and she intended to play it to perfection. To her shock, as she gazed around the massive audience area she spotted a series of large holo-banners lining the walls that led up to the balcony sections exclusive to VIPs. Each one depicted one of The Den's girls in a series of provocative positions, each one gazing seductively at the assembled crowd. But out of all of them only one stood out to the Princess. The banner on far more prominent display than the rest projected an image of her, clad in the pink bikini that had quickly become an iconic feature of the strip club, taken directly from her first ever appearance the week before. The holo-image kicked her leg back and winked salaciously.

True to his word, Kev'as wasted no time in making Leia his star attraction. Word of her return must have spread at a rapid pace over the course of the evening, the lower audience area was practically full to the brim with lifeforms from far and wide. Crossing the stage at a measured pace, Leia caught sight of a group of Devaronians competing with a trio of Rodians for a table close to the front of the circular stage.

She came to a stop just beside the durasteel pole, disguising a squint as she tired to look past the bright stage lights. Finally, she saw the admiral sat in his usual space, anticipating Leia's performance just as much as the rest of the largely alien audience. Leia even managed to catch a quick glance of Tegikk the Hutt, narrowing his orange slitted eyes as he took a puff of his hookah, with a stunning Chiss slave girl reclining against his rotund stomach dressed in the traditional slave garb of her master's clan.

A slow, enticing beat filled the room, bringing the din to nothing more than a series of whispers as the crowd sat on the edge of their seats, avidly waiting for The Den's newest headliner to enthrall them. Summoning the same unknown force that had guided her once before, Leia cocked her hip and extended her hand out to delicately grasp the pole, her dress shimmered as the elaborate series of lights beneath the transparisteel stage came to life.

For a short time, Princess Leia Organa ceased to exist, consumed by the lust that coursed through her veins.