"So, tell me again why you think this is a good idea?" Hobbie whined in Wes's general direction as he followed his friend.
"Because, you idiot, we are the most famous pilots in the New Republic and women are dying to meet us!" Wes smirked back.
The two men had dressed themselves in the finest, tightest clothing Wes could find. Wes was wearing a pair of pants that hugged his muscular thighs and caressed his hips in a midnight blue velvet hug. His shirt was a shiny cerulean dream that made you want to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked. The buttery soft black leather boots that rode almost to his thighs, set the entire outfit off and emphasized the fact that his pants were so tight, not much was left to the imagination. The whole ensemble made the blue of his eyes jump out of his face and reminisce of deep pools of water in the shade. His hair was slicked back into raven waves that licked at his jaw line. The whole effect made him utterly irresistible and the knowledge of this brought a wicked grin to his pouting lips.
Hobbie had submitted to Wes's ministrations and wore the outfit that had been picked out for him. His deep golden hair was pulled back into a tight tail that barely touched the collar of the blood red shirt he wore. The shirt was a soft silken material, open at the throat and dipping to almost his navel, emphasizing his smooth, hairless and well muscled chest. The shirt was tucked loosely into a pair of extremely tight nerf hide pants that had large cutouts along the thighs that made one wonder if there was anything under the pants. Of course it was close to impossible for there to be anything worn under them so, after much arguing, Hobbie had relented and gone without undergarments. Wes had argued that if this plan worked, Hobbie would be with a woman that wanted to remove all of his clothing anyway, so why not make her job easier?
The pair strutted, followed by a large number of stares, towards a popular club that catered to the more uninhibited parts of Coruscant. Hobbie glanced up at the sign above, reading the words that looked as if they were written in living flame, "Devil's Playground".
"Are you sure this is a good idea Wes?" Hobbie hedged.
"Hobbie, I've told you before. I come here a lot. They know me and you'll love this place! The women here are the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of women!" Wes grinned over his shoulder as he pulled Hobbie closer to the head of the line to enter.
"Wes!" cooed a beautifully tattooed women who looked like she should be cold, for the lack of clothing she was wearing in the chill night air. "It's been too long since you've been in lover," she purred as she ran a hand up his chest and pulled him close for a kiss.
"Well, Shikra, you know how it is. Always off on a mission or something. Say, I brought my friend Hobbie with me. Remember me telling you about him?" Wes said as he leaned into her embrace and put his hands almost up under the tiny piece of cloth that was covering her upper torso.
"Of course I do! Arana isn't here tonight, but Lyssette is. Perhaps she might be what Hobbie is looking for?" Shikra said as she turned and guided Wes into the building. Hobbie trailed after trying to absorb all of the sights and hear what they were saying about him at the same time.
He soon gave up as he was engulfed in the mystique that surrounded him. Loud music throbbed from hidden speakers all around him, filling him with a deep beat that echoed his heartbeat. The music was a sensual beat that had many couples in various stages of undress writhing and dancing all over the floor. To his left was a huge bar that was being tended by several Twi'Lek women, all heavily tattooed wearing slave collars on their necks and nothing else. Several booths were off to his right, all shut off from the rest of the floor by heavy velvet drapes. Four flights of stairs lead up to another dance floor over the main one that was suspended over the middle of the room. It looked like there were several cages hung from the upper ceiling all with beings in them, all naked.
Wes soon returned Hobbie to the matter at hand by handing him a glass with a healthy shot of whiskey in it.
"Drink up buddy, the night is young and the women are beautiful!" Wes said as he clinked his glass against Hobbie's.
"Uh, Wes. I'm not sure if I know what to do here." Hobbie stuttered with his usual dose of pessimism.
"Sure you do! Shikra went to get Lyssette so you can meet her. You'll love her! She's the second most amazing woman in this place. Of course Shikra's the most amazing, but she's mine for the night so you'll have to settle," Wes said with a wink. "Just follow her lead and if you play your cards right, you'll end up with the prettiest woman this side of Kuat in your bed in the morning."
"Uh, sure Wes, but how will I know if she's, um, well you know?"
"Hobbie, relax. Shikra and Lyssette are old hands at this. They make men feel better, if you know what I mean. You're in! All you have to do is not drive Lyssette away with that oh so happy attitude of yours and she'll make sure you have a good time!" Wes said as he elbowed Hobbie in the ribs.
"Uh, sure Wes. If you say so," Hobbie stammered as Shikra walked back up to the two followed by the most beautiful woman Hobbie had ever seen. She was small and delicate looking but she had a well muscled physique. Her black hair fell almost to her waist and was a cascade of ebony that shone like jewels in the light. Her skin was bronzed and looked like caf with cream. She wore a very short skirt that barely covered anything but displayed her curved bottom to perfection. Her shirt, if that's what you would call it, consisted of several strips of cloth that barely covered her ample breasts.
"Hi! You must be Hobbie," she said as she extended a delicate hand toward him in greeting. "I've heard all about you from Wes and I am so glad that I was here when you came in. I've been dying to meet you! And Wes said you were cute, but he lied."