Myri was wary of the man that had approached her. He was the type that would stay quiet during her entire act, then when she required payment, demanded more. She was surprised, however, when instead of threatening her, he offered her his name.
"I'm Tox Jackin, director of entertainment on the liner Corellian Diamond…"
Myri had heard of the ship before. Used as cruise, wealthy patrons spent the week playing while having every single one of their fantasies that they desired to come true.
Tox went on to explain that they had recently added and gentleman's club to the liner and that he believed she was just what they needed for an extraordinary show. Myri listened patiently as he talked about the club and what he was looking for in terms of talent.
"And the pay?" Myri asked, now all business as she crossed her arms over her naked torso.
"Varying, depending on how many patrons you can work on your own."
"I make enough doing what I do now," she said, picking the silky undergarment she had been dancing in from the floor.
"Plus bonuses, of course."
"Bonuses?"
"Tox pulled a small vial and dropped it on the table that was between them. Myri's eyes widened. She had seen glitterstim before, mostly when patrons of her own caught up with her after snorting the crystalline powder. She had done a few hits herself occasionally, but it was too expensive to constantly be using. This, on the other hand, was quite an offer.
"When do I depart?" she asked with a smile.
Tox met Myri again about a week later, to bring her to the berth where the Corellian Diamond was docked. The ship was larger than anything Myri had ever seen, even in the New Republic's former shipyards. He rushed her onto the ship, as most patrons had already boarded, and soon the liner's entertainment would need to be opening.
He brought her to the Mirmount, the club that she would be dancing at, dropping her off backstage among females of various species. Before he ran out, he handed Myri a vial of glitterstim, "For luck."
She was stunned for a moment, suddenly aware of what she had gotten herself into. She stared at the vial in her hands for a few moments, then headed over to an empty vanity. She was only sitting for a moment when a tall female that looked about her age was visible in her transpariglass.
"Are you going to use all of that on your own?" the sage haired girl asked, a slight twinkle in her grey eyes.
Myri placed the vial on the vanity, "I was thinking about it, yes. Didn't Tox give you one also?"
The female shook her head, "Oh no. You're the star, he'd only give it to you before a performance."
Myri detected no sarcasm in her voice, and offered up a warm smile, "Well, I've never been on to be stingy. I'm Myri—"
She quickly stopped talking, realizing it would be unwise to reveal her last name. There were plenty of Antilles in the galaxy, but she was easily identifiable if her full name was given. The girl smiled as Myri began to pour the crystalline powder from the vial and form it into small lumps, "I'm Sirra. Sirra Tovak."
Myri picked up the small tube that had been sitting on her vanity and inhaled the crystal, then held out the tube to her, "Well, pleasure to meet you, Sirra."
The night's performance was very basic, but the crowd was enthralled. Myri was very pleased with the dazzling costume the she had been given to wear, and was almost disappointed when she had to remove it. The patrons of the club ate up her routine and she experienced a high like never before as the lights danced over her naked body. She made small talk with many of the customers, casting a flirtatious glance or a charming smile at nearly everyone in the Mirmount. All the while, Tox watched her, seeming pleased with her work.
At the end of the night, she counted her credits with Sirra. They were almost finished when Tox came over with their sanctioned payments, as well as the promised bonuses for each of them. He congratulated them both on a wonderful evening of work, and the girls were bursting with excitement as they left the Mirmount.
"Well, we've got enough stim to keep us up all night. What should we do?" Sirra asked.
"Let's go dancing!" Myri exclaimed, and the two girls headed off to all the cantinas on the cruise liner, persuading men to buy them drinks and dance. Every night was spent this way, with the two girls leaving work to get high and wreak havoc on the Corellian Diamond.
One night, after the usual performance, Tox made his rounds, but stopped with more than just money and glitterstim.
"There was a table of high rollers out there that requested a private dance from my best," he told them as they each snorted a lump of stim.
"Really? How many?" Myri asked, ready to calculate the amount of money she could make.
"Four. They're a bit older, but they were tipping girls great very well all night. They specifically requested the girls with the most talent, and I think you two would be wonderful."
"Any extra bonus for this?" Sirra had gained an entrepreneurial shrewdness from watching Myri wheedle larger amounts of stim from him every night.
"Here's the deal. I'll pay you for tomorrow night, but you can take off. The liner has a stop on Cantiv, so many of the passengers will be spending the night off ship."
The girls grinned at one another and assaulted Tox with an embrace. He laughed as the two were quickly off the private performance room. Myri had her game face on as she walked into the dimly lit area. She couldn't see the men's faces, but the credits strewn on the table showed just how gracious tippers they were.
"I'm all ready in love," she heard one say.
"You boys just wait," Myri said coyly, walking over and setting the mood lighting to deep blue and putting a sensual rhythm on.
Myri and Sirra had created their own routine for just the occasion as this. Slowly the traced their hands over one another's skin, occasionally placing a kiss on the parts of the body they touched. The performance became extremely erotic as Sirra sat on the table facing the four men and Myri sat behind her, sucking on her neck and massaging more private areas of her body.
In their enhanced state, both could feel the heat rising at the arousal of the men in front of them, and decided it was time for the big finish. The girls moved to each of them on the ends and slithered their bodies against the patrons.
Myri pumped her body harder against he man she was working as he slid credits into her hands. Their fingers remained intertwined for a moment, and Myri turned so that she could get a better look at the man. She suddenly stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over the table as realization hit her like a ton of ferrocrete. She slammed her hand against the mood generator, cutting it off.
Her heart was pounding against her chest as the bright lights blared on and the identities of the men were revealed to her. Sirra was on Hobbie Klivian's lap. Wes Janson looked absolutely baffled at the outburst. Tycho Celchu was speechless. And her father, Wedge Antilles, was in shock as he recognized the young woman who had been straddled across him moments ago was his youngest daughter.