Leia's Royal Performance: Chapter 9 - From Fantasy To Reality

An excited voice replied immediately on the comlink, engaging in a back and forth with Kev'as in Huttese, with Leia only able to make out a few words and phrases with her basic understanding of the language. It went on for a few moments before a silence fell, with Kev'as lifting the Princess back to her feet. His excitment was so palpable that he was tempted to retrieve a condom packet from his drawer and put it to good use. His eyes shot down to the small control and landed on the door control. Unable to resist his need any longer Kev'as stretched down and hit a heavily worn red button, which activated a deadlock on his office door, ensuring that he wouldn't be intruded upon. Once the familiar clicking sound made it to his conical ears Kev'as desperstely shimmied his battered pants down and allowed his engorged cock to spring free, already heavily leaking its unquenchable desire for the human stood before him with her palms placed flat against the worn desk.

"I knew you would agree," Kev'as spoke boastfully, sliding his drawer open, snapping off one of the nearest foil packets. He slit it open with one of his sharp nails and pulled out the durable piece of rubber, rolling it along his organ until he could snap the thick ring against the base. "From the moment I proposed it I could see the spark in your eyes. You wanted to agree, it just took some time for you to come to terms with it!"

"You know me so well, Bossban," Leia felt a sense of ecstacy fill her body when she realised just what Kev'as was doing behind her. Before the action could register itself in with her mind, Leia's legs instinctively parted, just as the Twi'lek ran his hands beneath her skirt to slip her thong across her alabaster legs. She set her feet on either side of the leg space of the desk, steadying her wedge heels against the tattered, shabby blue rug.

"Better than you know yourself sometimes," Kev'as swept his tongue across his teeth, careful to avoid the points he had sharpened back when he was still an upstart attempting to make a name for himself. He smacked his cock against Leia's rear multiple times, grinning madly when he spotted her body reacting with each strike. "I've taken so many girls in this office over the decades that I can barely remember the names of them all. You learn a thing or two along the way, testing the limits to see how far they're willing to go, how prudish they can be. Most of the time they'll just take it with a grimace, getting over a hurdle of sorts. But I'm not sure if any being will be able to discover what your limit is, Regalia!"

"I'm sure they'll try," Leia's mouth gaped open when Kev'as finally penetrated her sex, she bent over even further to better accomadate him as his cock tunnelled its way into deep into her once untainted canal. By the time the tip of his member kissed the opening of her cervix Leia was about ready to do whatever he wanted.

"And I'm sure that you'll let them, schutta!" Kev'as growled, pumping his hips back and forth, laying a hand against her back to push her down further, until her upper body laid flat against the top of the desk. "I've seen just how many clients you've taken back to the private booths. Dugs, Grans, Defels, you've kriffed them all without a second thought. Most of the girlsnI employ only do private shows to make a few extra credits on the side, but you do it because you can't control yourself. Isn't that right?"

"Yesss!" Leia clenched her eyes shut, digging her pink nails into the scratched and carved desk. It would have made for a shattering revelation not too long ago, back when even being anywhere near a club as seedy as The Spacer's Den was something she could never fathom herself doing. But she had done so much since then, explored every part of her sexual being that she could, admitting what she was and what she had done was no longer a difficult task for her.

"I still try to guess just who you really are when you're living in your real world. A senator, a member of a noble family, daughter of a wealthy Imperial family. But in the end it doesn't matter, because you and I both know that this is what you wish your real world was," Kev'as claimed, thrusting so quickly that the legs of his desk lifted away from the floor slightly, forcing Leia to rise onto her toes just to sustain their rhythm, "you're anything but a stuck-up noblewoman. While all you're little friends are busy shopping in the most exclusive boutiques on Coruscant, trying on fancy gowns they hope will catch the attention of some overly dressed heir, you're down here moaning like there's no tomorrow, dressed like the schutta you know you truly are!"

"You're right, Bossban! I know what I am" Leia cried out, unable to prevent herself from holding back any longer. Her legs eventually gave out when the sensation of the Twi'lek's cock thundering into her became too much to cope with, causing her to rest her weight completely against the desk.

"I wonder what your parents would think if they could see you right now. Imagine how they'd react if they discovered just what their sacred daughter has been getting up to down here," Kev'as leaned over and whispered into Leia's ear, feeling his urge to cum rising with every thrust, "knowing that she's just hours away from recording her first holo-porn vid."

It was enough to tip Leia over, reducing her to a quivering mess as her orgasm wracked her body, with her pussy clenching tightly around the cock that had marked her first descent into debauchary. Just when her climax began to settle, Kev'as followed suit and slammed a fist against the desk, shooting his sperm straight into Leia's body, with each drop caught by the protective layer surrounding his shaft.

"Mmm," Leia moaned sweetly as Kev'as pulled out, feeling his hot seed slide against her silky walls. In her hazy condition Leia realised just how likely it was that the old Twi'lek was still fertile, that only a thin layer of synthex prevented his swimmers from spilling forth to seek out her vulnerable royal womb. The danger factor alone was just too much to handle.

"You know, if you ever decide that you want to leave your old life behind, you could do it quite easily," Kev'as said, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he yanked the condom off, tossing it away, "people go missing on Coruscant all the time"

"I'm afraid that will never happen," Leia replied, almost appalled by the dim spark of temptstion she felt, "I have many responsibilities, and far too many people counting on me. Besides, if I go missing people will go looking. Believe me, that comes from experience."

Kev'as shrugged and unlocked the door, admitting an unknown female Zeltron just as Leia pulled her underwear back into place, just not quick enough for the action to go unnoticed by the new entrant. The Zeltron instantly caught Leia's attention, both with her barely there mini dress and the casual allure she possessed, immediately attracting Kev'as's perpetually lustful eyes.

"Ah, Krisia, I have a job for you," Kev'as urged Leia forwards, "and this isn't just going to be your ordinary make-up job. I want her to look like the star she's going to be, understand?"

Krisia beamed, sweeping her deep blue hair across her shoulder. "Believe me, bossban, I understand more than you know. It's a great pleasure to meet finally meet you, Regalia, I've been hoping to work my magic on you since you first took to the stage. Come on, I'll show you to the dressing room, you'll love it."

Leia looked down at Kev'as, who quickly waved his hands at her, ushering her out of the room. "Go on, go on. Krisia is an expert when it comes to dressing and styling all my holo-porn models, she'll make sure that you're debut will be one for the ages. I'll stay here, I've got to put the distribution network together, I'll have to beat away hands because of the sheer amount of attention this will draw."

Leia nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable by just how jittery Kev'as appeared. She knew that taking the plunge would certainly become a topic of much discussion, but she didn't realise just how much excitement it would drum up, sending the usually sluggish Twi'lek into a frenzy, leading to him immediately opening up a huge number of com-links to individuals across the galaxy. She built up the courage once again, reminding herself that it was the step that she truly wanted to take, that she wanted to be more than just a demure future monarch, Leia knew she wouldn't have been able to live with the regret of not going through with it, to reach a level of sexual liberation that she had been taught constantly to ignore.

The Princess followed Krisia down the hall, heading away from the dressing room that had become so familiar to her. She was brought to a section of the strip club that had been built beneath the main audience floor, past dozens of rooms that were fitted and decorated in the themes of a wide variety of settings. Leia even spotted a room that had been cheaply built to resemble an Imperial detention centre, complete with restraining cuffs and uniforms that were scattered around the drab, black floor.

Krisia brought her to a door painted in a fading purple and unlocked it, allowing Leia to enter first. Compared to the changing room above, the one she found herself in had a more intimate quality about it, far smaller in size, with only a trio of chairs positioned before a set of light framed mirrors. The walls were covered by a set of wardrobes that wrapped around the length of the room, containing clothing suited for a number of different species, though much of it was suited for the generic humanoid form.

Along the wall opposite, Leia could spot a series of holo-projections, each one displaying the image of stunning woman from a different species, with Twi'leks being the most common race to appear. Leia's knowledge of holo-pornography might have been limited, but even she managed to recognise a few of the faces. The one that stood out to her from the others was the blue tinted projection of the sultry Peris Oliya, one of the few human stars that carved out a name for herself in an industry dominated by Twi'leks.

A shy look rose on Leia's pale face as she remembered the first time she had ever seen one of Peris's holo-vids, back when she still spent most of her time on Alderaan instead of Coruscant, using a disguised channel not monitored by either her parents or the royal authorities to watch the vids without risking detection. It brought about a sexual awakening for the Alderaanian, to see a woman like Peris who wasn't constrained by a set of rigorous decrees and rules intended to maintain her purity.

With Leia being expected to maintain the chaste lifestyle of the future monarch, it was truly tempting to watch someone as sexually liberated as Peris, taking part in increasingly risque scenes with an endless stream of aliens from a across the galaxy. As Peris's career developed, so did her sexual appetite, resulting in her taking part in vids that pushed her beyond the limits that the slightly younger, certainly more naive Leia thought possible. It never failed to make Leia feel a touch naughty, to know that once her ceremonial formalities in public were complete, she would sneak away to her chambers in the Mountain Palace.

It never failed to fascinate Leia to watch Peris, seeing her expertly handle aliens that dwarfed her in size, making what appeared to be an intimidating effort seem almost mundane, but still maintaining a degree of poise and dignity in doing so. There was no greater feeling of liberation for Leia than watching one of the vids in private, utilising some of the toys she had acquired in secret to practice some of the techniques executed by the likes of Peris. It was a fantasy that became a near fixation, imaging herself being roughly taken by a beast of an alien in a dilapidated spaceport, rather than being trapped in yet another one of her family's lavish parties, forced to entertain the brattish offspring of Imperial loyalists.

Excited by the prospect of finally being able to live out such a perennial fantasy of hers, Leia quickly crossed the room and dropped herself into one of the seats, content with allowing the Zeltron to do whatever she believed was fitting for such a task.

"Someone's eager to get started," Krisia laughed, tapping a switch to open up one of the make-up kits built into the wall, "and I'm not surprised given what I've seen you do on the big stage. Is it true what the girls upstairs say about you? You know, about you being a part of the upper class in some way?"

"In a way," Leia answered vaguely, having already accepted when she first started frequenting the club that there was no hiding the way she carried herself, nor could she disguise her accent well enough to convince anyone otherwise, "why?"

"I just find it terribly intriguing," Krisia replied, placing her fingers beneath Leia's chin, moving her face into varying angles as she applied the different layers of make-up, dabbing a red blush to Leia's cheeks, "a woman of noble birth, finding herself with the irresistible urge to give in to her most deepest desires. It just goes to show that no matter how or where a woman is born in this galaxy, she'll always find herself yearning for a little danger now and then."

"I think you might be right about that," Leia smiled, closing her eyes to allow Krisia to sweep a brush across her eyelids to apply the thoadye eye shadow, remaining as still as she could as the Zeltron rolled a black mascara across her eyelashes, "I don't know why, but I just couldn't stop myself from coming. Every time I tried to tear myself away, something always broke through the barriers."

"I can imagine," Krisia nodded, rolling a bright pink layer of lipstick across Leia's full lips, "I head to the upper levels from time to time, just to run the occasional errand for the club during the day. I always see the girls from the elite hanging around the boutiques and the Senate District. They look glamorous, just as you'd expect, but they never seem happy, like they're too busy trying to impress one another instead of catering to their own needs and wants. Coruscant is certainly a far cry from what it used to be, everyone's too afraid to open their mouths and express themselves, fearing that someone might just be listening to what they have to say. Do you know what I mean?"

"I know only too well," Leia said with a sombre tremor in her voice, recalling the reminders from her parents to always be cautious of what she said, where she said it, and who she said it to, reinforcing the idea that there were always those all too willing to cast doubt upon the loyalty of Alderaan to the Emperor. The Den provided her with a refuge from the constantly watching eyes of Imperial spies and ISB agents, it was the very last place anyone would expect the future Queen of Alderaan to spend her nights.

"And it doesn't help that the skies always seem to be filled with star destroyers and Imperial light cruisers," Krisia admitted, concentrating on Leia's immaculate brown hair, providing it with just enough volume to give Leia a unique silhouette, "it gets tiring to listen to TIE fighters screeching by every so often. I think they send them down here deliberately to remind us that they're always watching, always waiting."

"Have you always worked in this field?" Leia asked softly, wanting to move as far away from any topic relating to the Empire.

"I used to work in the Upper City, doing the make-up for the senators and their entourage," Krisia said with a small shrug, "and I used to be in demand. For a while at least. But work dried up over the years, less and less senators actually bother to turn up for any of the votes anymore, and the wealthier citizens usually go off world to get their kicks. It's difficult to compete with the allure of Canto Bight, so I had to look for work elsewhere, which led me to here."

"I hope things get better, Krisia, you've definitely got too much skill to let it go to waste," Leia spoke meaningfully.

"I think that might be it," Krisia exclaimed, waiting for Leia to give her final appraisal, "is it to your liking? I know that you usually do your own make-up, but the telephoto lens always requires a little more flair for the close-ups."

"I think that I couldn't have done a better job," Leia gasped as she opened her eyes, turning her head to inspect the handiwork of the Zeltron, noticing how she had used certain techniques to highlight every feature of her heart shaped face, even achieving a style that drew direct attention to Leia's twinkling brown eyes, "it looks incredible!"

"Thank you, Regalia," Krisia patted Leia on the shoulder in gratitude, "but I am only as good as the canvas available to me, and you're a beautiful woman, which made my job far easier. So, are you ready to go and pick out your outfit? Keep in mind, this is going to be your, first shoot and I know for a fact that Kev'as is going to go all out to market it from Coruscant to the Outer Rim, so you're definitely going to want to make a statement."

"I understand," Leia responded, stepping over to the wardrobe, sliding the large metal doors to the side to examine their contents.

As she was expecting, it was full to the brim with outfits that screamed untethered lust. They ranged from slinky dresses that were easy to pull off without much effort, to the sort of elaborate garments that were made to be kept on throughout the session. To her amusement, Leia even spotted a slutty rendition of stormtrooper armour, though the armour in question certainly left little to one's imagination, and the enamel thigh high boots were certainly a little too impractical for battle.

She kept Krisia's recommendation about making a statement at the forefront of her decision making, scrutinizing each and every outfit available to her, biting her lower lip as she narrowed down her preferred choices. It took a few minutes of internal debating before she finally settled on the outfit she hoped would ensure she made a splash into what be her first -- and potentially only -- appearance in the galactic pornography industry. Pulling off her civilian wear, Leia ardently slid her body into the outfit, desperate to get started with the shoot, regardless of what Kev'as and his director had planned for her.

Sticking to the colour code that she had become almost famed for in the club, Leia had selected a pink synthex mini-dress, with its main feature being its almost entirely backless appearance, held together by a series of thin straps that ran along the length of her back and down to the tops of her thighs. It also allowed for a tease of the gold lamé lingerie she wore beneath it. She picked out a bright pink choker and clipped it around her neck, admiring the way it clashed with her cascading brunette hair. To finish off, Leia slid her feet into a pair of pink transparent platform heels, walking a few paces to test out her balance, though walking in such footwear had almost become second nature to her.

"Krisia? What do you think?" Leia asked, presenting herself to the Zeltron.

"You look delicious," Krisia answered, packing away her kit, making her way back to the door leading out to the hall, "and I think that you're going to be a hit when the vid finally goes out. That is, if you're still ready for it."

"More than ready!" Leia said confidently, feeling her heart flutter in excitement.

"Then let's not delay, they're ready for you," Krisia encouraged her.