Space Wizard

or

Yer a Space Wizard, Harry!

06

Twelve days from Korriban to Nar Shaddaa.

Twelve long, hard, frustrating days of pent up emotions and desires, and enough sexual tension that it bled into the hull of the ship. And of course, there was the lingering subject of Exal's master hanging in the air between us.

Until finally, during supper on the twelfth night, she skipped the routine we had fallen into, of telling each other things about ourselves and where we came from and went straight into the heavy shit.

"Darth Labes, my apprentice, is everything a Sith Lord should aspire not to be." When I simply looked up from my bowl with a raised eyebrow, she continued. "A Sith pureblood, from a hereditary family of members belonging to the Sith order. Corrupt. Greedy. Lazy. Stupid. An entitled product of nepotism and favoritism, and a system that rewards the most sadistic and least loyal among us."

"Then why…?"

"Am I her apprentice?" she asked, and I nodded. "Because I was the closest thing to a 'true Sith' among the recruits. However, I am a hybrid. I mostly lack many of the features that Sith purebloods have—tentacles or tendrils, ridges, spikes, and the like."

I raised an eyebrow. "'Mostly?' I've seen you naked. Pretty sure I'd have noticed any—"

"Moving on," she cut me off, refusing the meet my eyes and radiating a desire to keep that to herself in the Force. I nodded and she continued. "My approach towards you is the exact opposite of how Darth Labes has handled me." I winced and she nodded. "You speculated that I plan to betray my master. You are correct. I had planned to take the treasure of the tomb of Sorzus Syn for myself, go into hiding long enough to learn the secrets contained within, and return with enough power to destroy my master and claim the title of Darth for myself. And then… things changed. You came into my life."

"You want to take down Labes together."

Exal nodded. "Yes. If you would follow me in this, we would risk everything together. Should we lose, we would die together. Should we be victorious, it would be together, and the spoils of victory ours to claim, together."

Considering it for a moment, I asked, "You're good. I can tell that much. Do you think that you're good enough that the addition of someone with maybe two months worth of training is going to tip the balance in our favor?"

Biting her lip, Exal regarded me from across the table. Putting her fork down, she crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back in her seat. After a moment, she spoke. "I will only say this once. Don't let this go to your head, apprentice." She paused, waiting, and I nodded. With that, she continued. "You are stronger than I am."

"Well, yeah. I'm also bigger."

She shook her head. "Physically, yes. If we were to discount the Force entirely. That comes with having a larger frame and more muscle mass. A Sith hybrid such as myself is roughly fifteen percent stronger than a purely human female due to denser muscle structure and makeup of our muscles. You edge me out on that by virtue of being larger and male. But that is not what I meant. I meant, you are stronger than me with the Force. You have more of it. Moreover, you don't seem to have difficulties using abilities of either the light side or the dark. I can use some light side abilities, but my affinity lies with the dark. You seem equally good with both. When we first met, you nearly overwhelmed me with the Force alone. It was only your complete lack of training in melee combat and reliance entirely upon the Force to guide your actions, and my own greater skill and experience, that saw me win the day.

"But you have grown, daily. With every day that passes, you grow stronger, even if you do nothing. Your power grows stronger the more you use the Force. If we fought for real and you played to your strengths, I am unsure that I could win. And I am only telling you that because, having felt you as closely as I have in the Force, I know you don't intend to betray me unless I betray you first. Our arrangement is still mutually beneficial. That all said, I believe that you could surprise my soon-to-be-former master with light side abilities she wouldn't be expecting of a Sith apprentice. Especially if you were to hide yourself within the Force before striking. I think the perfect tactic would be for both of us to report to my master. You hide yourself using illusions and within the Force and flank my master. I'll distract her with news of victory. When she is at her most distracted, I will strike and draw her attention. This is when you strike from behind, using the silent blade. If that fails, then use your command over Force abilities."

Humming quietly, I nodded. "Could work. And after that?"

"I will be appointed a Lord of the Sith, after which, I will formally announce you as my apprentice. During this time, I would like to seek out more ruins. More abandoned tombs. More lost knowledge and technology. Together, we will strengthen ourselves and our alliance. After a year or two, or sooner if you perform well enough, I'll nominate you for a position as a lord yourself. At that point, we would be equals and hopefully work together to further our goals. With the eventual goal being to get onto the Sith Council and then unseat most of the members of the Sith Council and reform the Sith Order into something worthy of the name."

Given what I knew of the Sith, I really wanted nothing to do with their internal politics. On the other hand… Exal was positively a good, compassionate, and decent person compared to what I'd learned of other Sith of this time. The galaxy, and the Empire, would be better off with someone like her sitting on the Sith Council. And it would give me the freedom to do what I wanted, go where I wanted, within the Empire and neutral territories. I'd have to work out some way of not drawing attention in Republic space, but that was a concern for later.

"Alright. Let's do it."

Exal's face lit up in a smile and relief and happiness washed out from her. "Thank you, apprentice."

We finished eating and went our separate ways to get ready for what had become our meditation ritual. I was the first to the lounge area, so I went ahead and set my robes on the couch and dropped onto the big cushion on the floor, sitting my favorite naughty crystal down beside me. A moment later, Exal padded into the room. I heard the whisper of something like silk against skin as she disrobed and saw, in the reflection from the screen, her nude form as she approached me from behind.

I felt her intent in the Force a moment before her warm, surprisingly soft hand trailed over my shoulder as she walked around in front of me. Sending her a curious look, I raised an eyebrow when she spread her legs, standing to either side of my waist and giving me an amazing view of her fat, bare, glistening red lower lips. Then, she sat down in my lap, her lips wetly kissing my cock. Exal's legs locked behind my back and she draped her arms over my shoulders. Her breasts pressed into my chest, hard nipples two hot points rubbing against me.

Her pink lips wore a little smirk, her golden eyes staring into my green as she said, "I require your assistance, apprentice."

"Yeah?" I asked, resting my hands on her hips.

"Mm," she hummed in answer.

We moved in at the same time and our lips met. Her arms squeezed me to her body in a hug and I wrapped mine around her in return, running my good hand up and down her toned back. We took our time, enjoying the feeling of each other's lips. Exal's teeth nipped at my lip and I returned the favor as things slowly escalated. Mouths opened, tongues teased and explored each other. She tasted minty from whatever she had used to clean up after our meal—one of those things that seemed to be the same here as they were on Earth.

One of her hands came up and ran through my hair as she began to slowly grind herself back and forth in my lap. I responded by grabbing a handful of her hair at the back of her head firmly, grinding back.

With a quiet, satisfied little chuckle, the red-skinned woman in my arms pulled back slightly, her lips still brushing mine as she spoke. "We are supposed to be meditating, apprentice."

"Sure," I agreed.

"Good." Reaching down between us, she took my thick, steely length in hand, stroking it with a smug grin. Lifting her hips, I felt her run the head of my cock over her lips, brushing against the big nub that was her clit. Then, with a quiet exhale, she lowered herself down.

I groaned, my fist clenching in her hair as her tight heat and warmth enveloped me… and it felt unlike anything I had ever experienced. Her pussy clung to me tightly, but something inside of her, lots of somethings inside of her moved and flexed around my cock, stroking it this way and that.

"Ooh fuck, what the fuck is that?" I managed to get out.

Above me, Exal smirked as she settled fully in my lap, a quiet moan escaping her lips. "That, apprentice, is a remnant of Sith heritage." Narrowing her eyes, I felt her clench around me, and then her tentacles began to stroke my cock inside of her. Her already wet cunt began to run with thick, hot fluid that leaked from her lips and coated my cock and balls, dripping onto the pillow and making the tentacles inside her slip and slide along my cock that much easier—better than the best lubricant in the world.

Xeno pussy is the best, I just barely kept the thought inside, but I must have broadcast something in the Force as she giggled.

Letting go of her hair, I reached down and smacked her muscular, round little red ass. "Ah!" Exal's eyes narrowed into a glare. "You dare strike your master?"

I smacked her again and she bit her lip, hissing as she tried to crush me beneath her lust, projecting it at me through the Force. I grabbed hold of it, wrapped it up, and returned it with my own. Reaching out, I grabbed the crystal beside us and rested it between us. It was smooth to the touch, no sharp edges and warm against our skin—and it pulsed faintly in the Force between us.

Getting the message, Exal took a deep breath. I mirrored her and closed the distance between us, kissing her lips again as we began to move—reaching out to each other, each of us wrapping the other up and filling them with the Force, with ourselves. Once more, our bodies fell into sync—our breathing, the beating of our hearts, our every motion mirrored or met equally. The Force rose and fell between us in waves, as we focused on each other and the crystal touching our stomachs.

I felt her reach out in a different, more focused way—felt her intent behind it and, as connected as we were at the moment, mirroring the feat of telepathy and empathy felt as natural as breathing. We fell into each other—sharing thoughts and feelings. I could feel that she had never done anything like this before and she was hesitant, knowing she was taking a big risk opening herself up like this. I answered those feelings with reassurances and positive feelings, pushing my feelings towards her. She was growing on me and I liked her, even if I couldn't honestly say I loved her yet, and I showed her that. She answered with her own feelings, very similar to my own, but tinted with a hint of occasional fond annoyance at my complete disregard for her station, upbringing, or race as a Sith hybrid beyond that I found her attractive.

Just as with our spars, every movement felt both natural and planned out in advance—choreographed as part of some dance as old as time that started simple and grew more intricate as it went on. Apparently, those tentacles of hers were sensitive, as Exal came often and regularly, but even that was accounted for, as when she came her bouncing in my lap became slow back and forth grinding as she shuddered and clenched around me, before she went right back to riding me. When I came, it was as she came around me, and she clung tightly to me as her tentacles stroked and milked my cock.

We didn't stop at a round or two. Our exploration and enjoyment of each other's bodies lasted most of the night as we shifted from her sitting in my lap, to missionary, to taking her prone with her face buried in the pillow as she screamed out every orgasm.

When our 'meditation' finally drew to a close, we were both thoroughly satisfied and exhausted. I picked the red woman up in my arms and carried her to her quarters. Her hand clung onto mine as I laid her down onto her sinfully soft sheets, so I slipped in behind her and wrapped her in my arms. That feeling of connection through the Force never left and we fell asleep to the feeling of each other's contentment.

The feeling persisted when we woke up and got cleaned and dressed for the day. If anything, it was a bit stronger. We didn't have to look to the greater Force to sense each other's presence or state anymore—it was always there in the back of our minds. Things could have been awkward, but with that constant reassurance, we instead fell into our usual groove, just with the addition of added closeness.

Of course, with that came the ability for even more naughty shenanigans. Namely, one of us projecting our lust at the other, only for the other to answer and send back suggestive imagery.

Needless to say, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other for more than two hours at a time and spent most of the day 'meditating' when we weren't studying, working on something, or sparring—which were all followed by more 'meditation.'

Neither of us complained at all.

"So, that's Nar Shaddaa."

"Mm. Yes, apprentice," Exal nodded as she brought us in, down through the moon's atmosphere, the planet of Nal Hutta looming huge on the horizon through the orange tinted atmosphere. Traffic filled the sky and she smoothly maneuvered us into the mad rush that was Nar Shaddaa. Between the buildings, hovering structures, floating signs and ads, and all the air traffic I was a bit overwhelmed.

Worse, the entire place was filled with a… a malaise of tainted dark side energy. On the very surface, it promised riches and opportunity—a siren song echoing in the Force for anyone without the will or ability to tune it out. Below that, however… Where Korriban had been all sadism, anger, betrayal, and murder Nar Shaddaa was all of that, just buried under a veneer of gluttony and greed. It was disgusting and I felt like I needed a shower.

Something of my discomfort must have shown through as Exal reached over and laid a hand briefly on my leg. "It disgusts me as well. Everything the Hutt worms touch, they taint. We shall only be here as long as it takes to secure a crew for the job."

"Good. I don't think I could stomach it for long."

"Mm. I've secured us lodgings in the grand hotel-casino palace of Caesa the Hutt. I'm going to pay a visit to our local Imperial Intelligence branch and find out what they know. In the meantime, you should check the galactic market for your, ugh, blasters. After that… Caesa's palace is actually renown for its buffet. And its selection of pleasure slaves."

I blinked, before turning a look on my companion. Feeling my unease she briefly looked over at me. "What's wrong?"

"Two things. You're getting rid of me?" I was teasing a bit and I figured she had a legitimate reason. I was more worried about the second thing.

"If you show up in my company, the Intelligence service is going to report it straight back to my master."

I nodded. "Fair enough. Secondly. This," I gestured between Exal and myself, "is still new and we haven't really discussed it before, but maybe we should before there are any miscommunications or misunderstandings. Where I'm from, if you're in a relationship with someone—even one as vague as ours, beyond 'companions' and master/student—it's generally considered impolite to sleep around with other people. Most reasonable people consider it infidelity, in fact."

Exal radiated a feeling of confusion. "You're from a predominantly monogamous society?"

"Yeah."

"As am I. Sith culture—that of the people, not the order—encourages monogamous unions between individuals."

"Right, makes sense. So then why would you suggest fucking around?"

Exal seemed even more confused as she moved the ship towards one particularly large building, lit up in a riot of colors that, at the moment, depicted fireworks. "Firstly, can we both agree that both of us wants to proceed with… deepening our bond?" When I nodded, she continued. "Then no. I'm not suggesting infidelity. I would, in fact, be very hurt and angry were you to be unfaithful and I would expect you to feel the same."

"You told me to go find a prostitute and sample the local wares."

"Yes, essentially," she agreed.

"That's infidelity."

"No, it's a pleasure slave."

The ship slid smoothly into the building, where it was caught by a tractor field. Exal cut the engines and the tractor beam began moving us through the parking garage. Turning to face me fully in her seat, I moved to do the same. Meeting her eyes, I asked, "Would either of us be having sex with someone else?"

"Yes."

"Then it's cheating."

"No, it's a pleasure slave. Those don't count."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you fucking another living being? Yes? Then it counts. Also, we had outlawed slavery where I was from. …It still happened, but it was illegal in the civilized parts of the world. There's no 'slaves don't count' exception."

Exal chuckled. "Alright. I can see your point, apprentice. If you don't want to bring home a Twi'lek dancer or something equally tasty for us to share, then I won't force you."

"…That's what you wanted?"

"Yes. What did you think I wanted?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked!"

Leaking back in her seat, the Sith woman shook her head and laughed. "You are a strange man, Harry. Since we're on the subject, I am not interested in other males. Please don't bring any back. I don't want any potential problems arising with regards to lineage should the expected happen."

"Not into guys, at all. Slaves or not," I shook my head. "And you mean the unexpected."

Exal's pink lips twitched. "No, apprentice. I mean the very much expected. Should we continue down this path, I fully expect you to give me at least one strong child."

"Well. Alright then," I muttered. I wasn't against the idea, at all, but for her to just put it out there… Yeah, Exal was very pragmatic.

"Good. We are in agreement, then?"

"Yeah."

The woman nodded and stood, offering me a hand up. "Then let us prepare and be off."

She turned and left the cockpit and I followed. "And apprentice," she asked as she paused in the doorway to her room. "Will you be bringing something home?"

I considered for a moment before shrugging. "I'll think about it."

Exal smiled. "Good." Reaching down to her belt, she opened a pouch and pulled out something before tossing it to me. "Take that. It identifies you as an apprentice to a Sith, though nothing beyond that. Keep it on you from now on."

"Thanks."

I made my way to my quarters and changed into my armor. I left my scythe and lightstaff behind, since I wasn't expecting heavy combat… but Nar Shaddaa was still seedy as fuck, so I brought my blaster and both my lightsabers. I also checked my supplies and considered my stash, before selecting two square meters worth of krayt dragon hide, which I rolled up and fixed to my back. Picking up my datapad, I connected to the local network and got directions for the market and auction house.

Should probably hit the auction house first, I mused, making my way to a taxi service provided by the hotel. Giving my destination, I sat back and concentrated on the Force around me as we flew. The building we approached for a landing was a huge, hovering domed structure with what looked like a retracting roof. Real 'Welcome to Thunderdome' vibes here.

"Wait around for me, I won't be long," I told the droid driver. It beeped in the affirmative and I made my way inside. Looking around the lobby, I found the walls to either side lined with booths. Above those booths and hovering in the air were advertisements of all sorts, showing lots the auction house would be selling. And in the middle of the floor, a large, scrolling list of names of local Hutt sponsors.

Security cameras and sensors filled the room, covering every angle—many of them broadcasting in frequencies my replacement eye could see. Everyone behind the glass panes wore fully concealing robes of different colors. Looking at the flows of the Force, I saw they were all living—not a single droid to be found among their numbers. And, oddly, they were all Force sensitive. All highly mentally resistant, from the looks of things. How they kept this many Force sensitives out of the hands of the Jedi or Sith, I didn't know.

Spotting an empty teller with feminine curves under her robes, I made my way up. Only her eyes, a pretty shade of blue, were visible through her robes and hood—and even those were hard to make out with her veil. I could only see through it well enough to get her eye color thanks to my artificial eye. Her voice was polite as she asked, "Greetings, honored guest. What new business do you have today?"

"Looking to sell."

"Excellent. Do you have some form of identification or should we make this an anonymous sale?"

I dug the pin Exal had given me out of my pouch and held it up for her to see. "Anonymous, please."

She flinched. "Of, of course! As you say! What would you like to sell today?"

I pulled the rolled leather off my back. "Krayt dragon hide. Two square meters."

She stared, a bite wide-eyed. Suddenly shaking herself, I felt her apprehension in the Force as she pressed a button and a drawer slid out from the wall beside me. "P-please place it inside, with your identification."

I did so, and a moment later, it retracted. "I, I'm sorry, honored guest. I'm not qualified to verify the authenticity of this item or assess its quality. However," she opened a drawer on her side and pulled out a metal pin, which she put in a much smaller drawer and slid out to me. "If you'll take this to one of the ladies at the back wall there," she pointed to my left, further into the building, "they'll be happy to get you a room with refreshments and entertainment while I find someone who can verify its authenticity and assess its worth. It shouldn't take more than an hour. Is that okay? Your, um… sir?"

"It's fine," I nodded. With that, I followed her directions to the back of the room. Spotting one of the doors in question with a woman beside it, I approached.

The human woman looked up, took in my armor and the bone mask I wore, and straightened up. She didn't make a face, but I could feel her distaste through the Force. "How can I help you, sir?"

"I was asked to wait," I explained, holding out the pin I had been given.

The woman's eyes narrowed at the pin and I felt her reach out with the Force, probing both the pin and me. Finally, she nodded. "This way."

With that, she held the door open for me. I entered and she followed, before passing me and leading me down a hall. Stopping in front of a door with alien numerals on it that shifted in my sight until they read 15, she tapped the pin to a scanner beside the door, which opened it. "Someone will be with your shortly."

With that, she turned and left. A bit annoyed by the rude treatment, I shrugged and went in, finding a small room with a couple of couches each with a square table in front of them, a large circular table in the middle of the room, and an entire wall that appeared to be a screen displaying an alien aquarium at the moment. This room too was filled with cameras—small ones in each upper corner of the room.

Of course 'private' rooms wouldn't really be private. Can't have customers planning to rob the place, or rip them off or something.

Finding some sort of remote on the couch, I sat down and picked it up and began flipping through channels, before finding one running 'galactic news.' I noticed, as I watched, that audio and video were very slightly out of sync, the video just a hair ahead of the audio.

"…peace talks between the Empire and the Republic broke down last week, with many of the Imperial delegation found dead save for a sole survivor. There has been no reaction from the Empire yet, but the Empire will surely not allow this to go unanswered. Some speculate that this was a move by the Jedi Order in order to escalate the conflict. Regardless of the culprit or motives however, the price of peace has surely peaked. And in local news, B'lagio the Hutt has declared war on his rival Ca—"

Whole lot of not my fucking problem. I changed the channel, flipping through until I found the local weather.

There was a knock at the door and I muted the TV. "Enter."

A moment later, a trio of women hurried in—a blue Twi'lek, a red Torgruta, and a green… I wanted to say Mirialan? The Twi'lek carried a platter of food, the Torgruta a selection of drinks, and the Mirialan a box. All three of them wore nearly transparent robes and nothing else, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination.

"We apologize for the wait, my lord," the Torgruta said quickly as she and the Twi'lek set their loads down.

"What's all this? And I'm not a lord." I asked, looking it over. Some of the food smelled delicious, other selections not so much. I could see that some of the stuff here had a bit of Force in it, but none of it set off warning bells. Some of it, the Force told me I definitely shouldn't eat, but it wasn't poisonous.

The Twi'lek settled herself down on my left. "A selection of foods, provided by the auction house to appeal to all tastes, since we didn't know your race, honored customer."

"Human."

"Ah! Then," she leaned forward and undid a hidden latch. The plate split into quarters. "Try this section," she said, pointing to the one nearest me.

The Torgruta smiled and leaned herself against my right side, having rearranged her own tray. "A selection of drinks. Does anything… catch your eye, honored customer?" she asked, pressing a hand to her chest and emphasizing her large breasts.

"Got something non-alcoholic? Preferably sweet?" I asked. I hadn't had anything but water and tea for a while now and it was starting to drive me a bit nuts. I made a mental note to sample some drinks at the buffet later and find something I liked, to buy a few crates of.

"I have just the thing," the girl nodded and began pouring a light blue drink into a glass.

The third approached the table and set the box down in front of me, before opening it up. "A selection of entertainments, honored customer," she smiled impishly up at me, bright green eyes dancing with mirth as she showed me the contents of the box. Some of it was some very 'space age' stuff, but most of it was very recognizable in form at least. It was kind of hard to mistake the strap-on, rolled up whip, chains, and cuffs for anything but what they were. The other stuff was less clear, but it all looked insertable.

"I see," I murmured, as the Torgruta girl held up the glass and waited. Reaching up, I pulled my helmet/mask off and set it on the floor.

"Would you like us to have someone come and trim that up, honored customer?" the Twi'lek girl asked.

"Alyah!" the red girl scolded.

The Twi'lek winced. "I apologize. It's just, he's so… furry."

"It's hair, not fur," the green girl sighed. "I apologize for her, honored customer."

"No, it's fine," I said, reaching out and taking the glass from the Torgruta and taking a sip. It was good. Not carbonated. Thin and light, and something like vanilla mixed with blueberry and cream. I liked it immediately, but wondered if I could find a version without the blueberry. "I haven't had a haircut or a shave in a while." I hadn't really had access to the tools for it on that hell world, and it hadn't really come up since making it to Korriban. "If you wouldn't mind?"

The Twi'lek bounced up and made her way over to a panel on the wall. Pressing a button, she spoke softly into it, before coming back with a smile. "Someone will be here shortly."

"Great. In the meantime, would you three mind giving me a demonstration of those lovely toys? I haven't seen her collection yet, but I might want to get something fun for my… companion. Everything over here," I gestured to the things I recognized, "are familiar, but the rest is a mystery to me."

The green girl clapped happily, genuinely enthusiastic. The red girl smiled, but felt a bit less so, while the blue girl felt somewhere in the middle. Standing up, the green girl began taking out toys. "We would be happy to!"

Taking out three spheres, she handed one each to the other girls and gestured them towards the big table. Moving around the couch, she took the seat to my left and spread her legs out, letting her robe fall open and giving me a view of her bare pussy. Making sure I was watching, she moaned quietly as she slid the silver orb inside herself. "It goes in like that," she breathed, before nodding to the other girls, who had shed their robes and taken seats on the table.

Reaching into the box, she came up with a remote before shifting herself into my lap. I held her there with one hand and sipped my drink with the other. Reaching over to the table, she picked up the platter section and set it on the couch to my other side, before bringing a morsel up to my mouth that looked kind some kind of smoked meat. "Try this one, honored customer."

I opened my mouth and she fed it to me with a smile, before holding up the remote. I chewed as I listened to her explanation, enjoying the alien meat. "This allows you to select which device you wish to control, this setting controls intensity, and this button turns it on and off. Watch."

Tapping the button for the first device, she selected a low intensity and pressed the 'go' button. Immediately, the dark haired, green skinned girl in my lap began to pant and writhe. Her nipples stood to attention and her body went taut in my arms. "Mmm… like, like that," she explained as her eyes went half-lidded.

I took the device and selected the other two, set them to the same intensity, and turned them on. The girls on the table moaned and writhed and I grinned. "Girls, would you mind kissing each other?"

The girls on the table immediately complied and I smiled as I selected all three devices and began teasing at the intensity controls, making them mewl, moan, and writhe. Setting down my drink, I turned my focus to the one in my arms. "What about the rest of these?" I asked in a teasing voice.

She went on to admirably try to explain what everything was, all the while trying to hold back her moans, whimpers, and the occasional squeal when she latched onto me and came, panting against me.

Dinner and a show…

Of the three, I think I enjoyed the one in my lap the most. She was the most enthusiastic, yes, but… I liked hair. I was willing to give Twi'lek girls a try, but I was too enamored with hair to ever give it up.

Speaking of, it wasn't but a few minutes later that a fourth girl joined us, carrying a set of scissors and a shaving kit—this one a human, but thankfully not the one from before. So not only did I get to watch two alien girls make out and come their brains out while a third gave me a lap dance and fed me, while keeping my drink topped off, the fourth trimmed up my hair and gave me a shave, trimming my beard to my liking.

Oh, I am definitely coming back if this is the level of service I can expect… Gonna have to bring Exal next time. I'm sure she'd enjoy the attention.