Chapter 2: Lovely Ladies

Rey must have fallen asleep while leaning on Ben's shoulder, for when she awoke, the morning sun from Ger was streaming in through the flaps of the pleasure tent, and Ben was gone. Rolling off of the sleep mat, Rey moved quickly to change back into her scavenging clothes and gather up the remains of the golden bikini from which Ben had undressed her. Hurrying out of the pleasure tent into the late morning, she panicked at getting such a late start to the day (even if she hauled ass to the Star Destroyer Graveyard, most of the good parts were probably picked over!) until she remembered: today was Sunday. For most beings in the galaxy, that meant the Sabbath, a day cycle of rest.

For the residents of Niima Outpost and Jakku at large, that meant Cleaning Day.

One day cycle a standard week was set aside for the scavengers to clean the scavenged parts brought into the Outpost over the previous standard week, polishing such parts up for sale or repurpose. The cleaning was done at awning-covered workstations on the far side of the Outpost, by the water cisterns. Cleaning Day was the most communal task there was, but woefully gendered - though a few helped here and there, most of the men regarded Cleaning Day as "women's work."

Brushing the sexist label aside, Rey hustled to a workbench and took her seat, applying elbow grease to the grooves and rivets of a quillion emitter. Pausing in the push of the dish rag, she glanced up to find Old Meru seated directly across from her and eyeing her almost knowingly. Rey was surprised to find her here on Cleaning Day; the old cyborg woman rarely ventured from her homestead on Pilgrim's Road.

Gracing her with a slight nod, Rey returned her attention to the quillion emitter, scrubbing fiercely. As she worked, she found her mind daydreaming of Ben, and the magical night they had shared. She thought of his soft lips yielding against her own, the way his black hair fell into his entrancing eyes...

She must have been smiling, or giving everything away easily on her face, for when Rey next glanced up, Meru's stare had grown to be almost omnipotent.

"Unkar tells me you had your first time in the pleasure tents last night."

Rey willed her mouth to draw into a hard, emotionless line. She didn't much appreciate Unkar boasting about how she had been broken in and was now a whore for sale to anyone who would listen. Then again, there was little she could do to stop him. "That is true," she conceded, voice guarded.

"He said you had Kylo Ren for your first anal fuck."

Rey had long been used to hearing Meru sound crass and direct, but even hearing the words made her wince. The old cyborg must have taken Rey's cringe to mean more than it did, for she clucked her tongue in sympathy.

"Vader's Heir must have been wild and rough, I wager."

Rey set the quillion emitter down deliberately. "Actually, he was really kind and gentle."

At this, Meru hooted, and a few of the other women now turned their ears down the bench to listen in, primed for the gossip. "Kylo Ren? Kind? Gentle? That's a good one, dearie."

Rey merely cocked an eyebrow. "He was a perfect gentleman and made love to me as one."

"So, he didn't fuck your pussy cunt until it bled, then?" a middle-aged woman whom Rey knew to be a frequent haunt of Ergel's Bar, in nearby Cratertown, croaked.

"Hush up, Ivanka," someone grunted.

Meru was now digging into a pouch at her belt. Hand in a fist, she forked over some herbs, which Rey recognized as originating from the nightflower, the official planetary fauna of Jakku, and just about the only fauna to grow here. "Crush those leaves in your canteen when you next fill up at the cistern, and it'll make a tea. Drinking it keeps a baby away."

Rey gaped at the old crone, speechless. She couldn't remember the last time someone had shown her a random act of kindness - those were about as rare as the nightflower leaves she now clutched in her hand. "Meru..." Tears clogged her voice.

The elderly lady actually cupped her cheek. "Girl child, if you got yourself a fine shag and got it sweet, best hang onto it. The Force knows there ain't much sweet round 'ere."

A shadow passed over the workstation just then, and Rey turned to find Unkar Plutt beckoning her up. "Get up, girl. Got a customer with a raging hard-on that he needs sucked." Several yards behind him, Rey spied a Melitto; though he had no mouth or eyes, the alien radiated pheromones that gave away his unmistakable lust. Rey recognized him - it was Sarco Plank, who ran the gun and blaster shop here in town.

Teeth setting, and letting out a pronounced sigh, Rey reluctantly followed Unkar back over to her customer. Grabbing Sarco by the hand, she dragged him into one of the nearby pleasure tents and the flap fell over the entrance behind them.

"If that Kylo Ren didn't make Rey scream, old Sarco will," Ivanka quipped.

"Bleed too, and no mistake," another girl added.

Craning her cybernetic neck around the awning pole, Meru's eyes narrowed curiously. "Halloo, girls! What's that going on there?"

The women followed her gaze, chittering and fanning themselves when they beheld the imposing figure of Kylo Ren having words with Unkar Plutt, just in front of the Crolute's stand.

"Back for more, is he? Girl must've given him a right good suck," Ivanka mused.

"Keep running your mouth, you ditzy blonde bimbo, and I'll be the one giving you a right good suck!" Meru snapped, straining to hear the conversation. From the body language, it was clear that whatever was being said, it was heated.

"I'm not asking for charity. I despise acting cheap. I'll pay you in credits for the girl - Rey - notes on the nail!" Kylo was rumbling through his modulator.

"Rey's my best girl, least on scavenging, and I expect her to be the same on laying, too. She ain't for sale," Unkar rumbled.

"Perhaps I can tempt you with a game of Sabacc, with her as the wager?" Kylo entreated. It was taking all of his restraint not to just cut this bulbous sack of pus down and merely take Rey, but he had to at least appear reasonable and exhaust all diplomatic options. Failing that, the shooting could start, so that then the looting could start.

Unkar didn't take the bait. Not entirely. Eyes crinkling in amusement, he pulled something from his pocket. "We'll let fate decide. I just happen to have a chance cube here."

Kylo watched the dice closely, trying not to think of the golden set that his father had often used in his own gambling exploits. From what he could discern, one side was colored blue, the other five red.

"Blue... it's Rey. Red... Toula." A statuesque, red Twi'lek now sidled up to Unkar, looking over Kylo hungrily.

Kylo had played enough Sabacc in his youth to know how to play dirty. And he wasn't above cheating to get what he wanted - a lesson he had learned well from his uncle, Lando. Unkar's chance cube was as loaded as he could possibly make it, leaving Kylo with only a 1-in-6 probability of obtaining his heart's desire.

Lucky for Kylo, he had an ace up his sleeve. When Unkar threw the dice, Kylo infinitesimally waved his hand, using the Force to twitch the cube. It landed, blue side up.

Unkar started in shock, and glared at Kylo. "You cheated to win, outlander!"

Kylo shrugged, feigning a 'Who, Me?' innocence. "When you gamble enough, my friend, eventually you'll lose."

Unkar scowled. "You can't have her. It wasn't a fair toss."

Igniting his red lightsaber, Kylo stalked closer. "Would you like to discuss it with the Hutts? I'm sure they can settle this," he threatened. Really, he should have killed this brute yesterday. But the Hutts could crack skulls just as well, delegating their version of law and order as they did on most desert planets - here. Tatooine. Pasaana, though to a lesser extent.

Unkar cowed immediately. "Take her," he mumbled. "Be gone with her."

If Unkar could look behind the mask, he would have seen Kylo smiling, graciously turning off his saber with a HSSH! Directing him to one of the pleasure tents, Kylo strode quick for it...

"Uggghhh... Uhhhhh..."

Pressed up against the one wall, Rey groaned as she was made to spread her ass cheeks, feet planted in a wide stance, while Sarco Plank violently took her from behind. He was shagging her in a fast, jittery motion that seemed almost desperate.

Nails digging into the fabric, whining with pain, Rey focused on one little patch in the tapestry as she waited for the old fart to cum deep inside her arse and be done with her.

Suddenly, she felt Sarco's body, which had been rutting and rubbing furiously against her, torn from her with a violent squeal pitchier than a Happebore. Spinning around, pants down to her ankles, Rey's jaw dropped as she watched Sarco levitating a few feet in the air, hands clawing at his throat. Despite having no face, he appeared absolutely terrified, even as he couldn't see Kylo Ren - maskless and face contorted in a jealous rage - systematically choking him to death.

There was a sharp CRACK! as Sarco's neck broke and his body dropped to the sands, lying chillingly still. Yanking up her pants to cover what was left of her modesty (even as she reminded herself that it was nothing he hadn't seen the night before), Rey stared, unable to conceal how happy she was to see him again.

"Ben..." she breathed in a whisper of joy. "What are you doing here?"

She barely got out the question before Ben was grandly sweeping her off her feet in a bridal carry. "You're coming with me." And he marched them both out of the pleasure tent, ignoring Rey's protesting squeals and how she struggled.

"Ben, put me down! Ben, stop it! I - Mmmmmm..." Her voice was cut off, silenced by Ben fiercely kissing her, in full view of the rest of the Outpost. Moaning, Rey melted, instantly giving in as she looped her arms about his neck, happily kissing him back.

"You all right, girl child?" Meru called at her back.

Rey absently waved a hand dismissively in the workstation's general direction, allowing Ben to carry her off.

They traveled by speeder for quite a long time, trekking all the way out to Kelvin Ridge, where his TIE fighter was parked. Insisting on carrying her up the gangplank, Rey stopped him just before they got inside the ship that she knew was to take her away.

"Ben. Wait."

He turned to her, face soft and expecting. Cupping his cheeks in her hands, Rey dove in and fiercely pushed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Growling, Ben worked open her mouth in a hot, messy rhythm and kissed her back, digging his hands into her thighs as he cradled her.

"Mine..." he growled around her tongue.

Rey turned fuschia pink as he carried her into his ship...