This time, though, he wasn't sure he'd got the better end of the bargain. He had come across fifteen old plasma rifles, not the latest configuration, but reliable enough, and a box of ammo to go with them. They'd been left behind by some cowards fleeing his enforcer squads, and he knew just who would pay dearly for them.
The Rebellion in this sector was one of his most useful customers. They created enough chaos and lawlessness to create a power vacuum in which he could run his operation with minimal interference from the meddling Imperial bureaucracy. He could handle the Empire's troops well enough, with crates of Hutt spiced rum mostly. But the bureaucrats were bothersome, and he was glad they were kept mostly out of his hair by the rebels. "Hair" was a human metaphor, of course; his massive squishy body's slimy skin was utterly hairless.
So he had offered the guns in trade to a young Rebel captain named Cassian Andor. The lad was moderately-sized for a human, he supposed; they all seemed rather small to Jabba. But when the captain said he had nothing to offer in trade but himself, Jabba grudgingly accepted. He was sure he could find a customer for a handsome young sex slave somewhere, after he'd had his own fun, so the bargain was struck. Fifteen rifles went to the rebels, and Jabba's new plaything now stood before him, naked except for the metal collar used to chain him up.
The female humans were mostly hairless, except on top, but this one's face was covered in short scratchy hairs. In fact, there were patches of fuzz all over the body, giving him a somechat cuddly appearance, not unlike a trimmed Ewok. Jabba grabbed him with his short labby arms and yanked him close. To his surprise, the human reached out and touched his body tenderly, then embraced his great squishy mass. The fuzzy bits tickled Jabba, but Cassian possessed a compact wiry strength he wasn't expecting. He drew the human closer. "What do you think?" he rumbled amusedly.
"Such a wonderful texture," replied Cassian. "Delicious." Jabba was used to mealy-mouthed compliments from his underlings, but this felt different. Cassian wasn't squirming to get away from him; on the contrary, he seemed to be eager to hold Jabba's great soft wet bulk in his strong embrace. The patches of fur on his chest and stomach abraded against Jabba's skin, but the effect was stimulating and not at all unpleasant.
"Tell you what, captain," Jabba heard himself saying. He couldn't believe he was about to offer this to his slave, but he couldn't help himself. "If you will stay here and give me pleasure for, let's say, a month, I will give you back your freedom."
Cassian looked up at the great wide face and smiled. "I've done things I'm not proud of in the name of the Rebellion. This will be easy."