"Uhhh…" I groaned, feeling a major hangover from last night. However, when I saw the beautiful woman that sleeping next to me, it all but disappeared. I reached out, and lovingly stroked her snow-white cropped hair, and I massaged her beautiful, bare back as she slept. In a few minutes, she woke as well, and smiled as she looked into my eyes.
"Sleep well?" She asked lovingly.
"I've got a nasty hangover right now, but yeah. But I think what we did before was far more fun, love." I replied softly.
"I've got a little something for that." Brianna smiled, and after standing up and stretching, she retrieved a small bottle of pills and an odd tube of cream from the small medicine cabinet above the fridge. She came back, and settled down next to me.
"Take one, and it'll help cure it." She instructed with a smile, before extending the small capsule of medicine. I took the pill, and felt better in a couple minutes of waiting. The hangover disappeared pretty quickly after I took it.
"What's that, by the way?" I asked Brianna, who squirted some the cream onto her hand.
"It's Bilatera Cream. It gives you a very…pleasurable feeling." She replied. "Just watch what I do."
She slowly pressed the white cream against her vagina, and she moaned in incessant pleasure. I watched, mystified, as she had multiple climaxes in a very short time. She eventually took her hand off her opening and cleaned the remnants of the cream off her hand. She extended the tube to me, and I tried it. It somehow brought resplendent pleasure to my pussy by constantly freezing it in ice-cold cream and when I climaxed, it unfroze and refroze, making me do it again.
I finally took my hand off, and did as Brianna did, cleaning the cream from my body.
I settled down onto the lounge chair that was placed nearby the rug, and relaxed for a moment. Brianna joined me a few moments later. As we kissed and embraced each other, she whispered a few things into my ear.
"Do you love me?" She asked.
"Yes, with all my heart." I replied without hesitation.
"I don't want to remain here, and end up a Spice-obsessed whore that has sex with space slugs just to get her next fix. We need to escape." She whispered into my ear.
"But how?" I replied.
"Don't say anything. They are always watching and listening. They can't hear us right now, but they have been keeping an eye on both of us since we had sex." She hushed me with a single word.
"Do you have a plan?" I whispered very softly.
"Yes. I want you to play along. I have placed the plan of escape into a data-file. A very small one. I'm going to stand up briefly, on the pretense of getting a snack, but I am going to place the file in my mouth." She spoke very disciplined, and I realized she was putting much thought and planning into this.
"Then what?" I replied quietly.
"I'm going to perform oral sex on you. I will place the drive in your vagina, and you will read the plan when you enter the bathroom. There are no cameras in there. Just don't move too much, or I might lose the data-file while trying to do it." She instructed me softly. "We start now. Read the data in the bathroom after I am finished."
She stood up, and stretched.
"I need a snack." She winked at me, and walked over to the fridge, and placed something in her mouth before pretending to swallow. She walked over to me, and smiled.
"Here, baby, just sit still while I do all the work." She cooed seductively, and I moaned loudly as I felt her tongue in me. For several minutes, she performed oral sex on me, before I felt the cold metal of the data-file enter my pussy. I gave an almost imperceptible nod to her after she finished, and she smiled.
"Not bad, love." I smiled at her before kissing her. I moaned as I tasted my own juices in her mouth while I touched myself. However, I was really ensuring the drive was safely in my vagina while we made out.
"Thank you. You've got quite a passionate drive for sex, love. Best check your body at the bathroom, because I plan to have a party when you come back in." She spoke seductively yet purposefully, and kissed me once more.
"I will." I walked to the bathroom, and closed it securely. I yelped in slight pain while I struggled to get the data-file out, though. But it was worth it.
"Let's see what this plan is…" I whispered to myself.
I opened the file, and it revealed the plan to me. Apparently, her idea is to advertise our relationship together, and make ourselves very popular amongst the others. Once they learn to let their guard down, we would make a break for it and escape scot-free, but preferably with any other prisoners we can rescue. As per the request, I carefully deconstructed the file and crushed it in the waste chute.
I came out, and smiled at Brianna, our signal for letting her know I approved of the plan, and was ready to help. She smiled back with a happiness I had only seen while we had been having sex.
"Our plan begins at Phase I, then." She whispered in my ear as we kissed.
An hour later after we made love again, she dressed herself in her white uniform/tunic once more, and dressed me as well.
"Wow. This…is really…whore-like?" I suggested. She had dressed me in a provocative outfit, consisting of black lingerie, pitch-black boots, and a midnight-colored pair of gloves. She also gave me a black pendant.
"Don't complain." She spoke, and showed me what was underneath her tunic. A very similar outfit awaited. A snow-white set of lingerie with white boots and white gloves was the general outfit. She also wore a white version of the pendant she gave me.
"Exactly where are we going?"
"They call it the Perfect Jewel. It's basically a stripper club that constantly has orgies. The way you get popularity around here? You go there and have sex often. I never went that often, and never had sex. So me being there…" She explained.
"Having sex with me will certainly attract attention. But why black?" I finished and asked.
"I don't know. I like the black of your hair. Black and White work well together." She replied with a sugary, before kissing me and covering the provocative lingerie and outfit with a blackened tunic that was physically identical to hers.
"Remember, we attract as much attention as possible. Kissing in public. And…if it comes to it, we'll have sex." She spoke…almost distastefully of the last part.
"You okay?" I asked, and she nodded, dismissing the conversation. As we walked throughout the corridors, interesting things happened. More than once, I heard the moans of two people in passionate embrace. At one point, I heard the sounds of what appeared to be anal sex. Brianna and I burst out into laughter as we heard the moaning of a man humping a woman. Eventually, we reached a crowded corridor. Several men and women moved about dressed in very provocative clothing. Some were even completely naked! Brianna clutched my hand, and I realized she was doing it protectively. Many people looked as if they would rape women if they got the chance. Others looked like they already had. As we reached the main hub of the area, we looked upwards, at the blackness of space.
"Welcome to the Pentagram, a slaver/brothel ship owned and operated by a group of Mandalorian slavers and such garbage." Brianna announced quietly to me, and we both giggled.
"Brianna." We turned to find a very big man speaking to us. He was encompassed by at least seven women who all were practically glued to him.
"Baer." Brianna replied with a friendly smile.
"Who's your friend?" He asked politely. I waved at him shyly.
"Allow me to introduce you to Rala. She is the love of my life." Brianna told him, and we kissed briefly. He seemed a bit surprised, but laughed merrily.
"Ah….I should've known you would find someone eventually. Never expected you to be a lesbian in the end!" He chuckled. "Hope you and your love enjoy tonight! BIG party!" He called out as he said goodbye and disappeared into the crowd.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Let's just say I used to be one of those women following him around, until I realized I wasn't that kind of girl. Neither did I really like men, anyway. He was a nice guy to me, but having sex with men…" She shuddered. "The thought makes me retch."
"I see. But your heart is mine." I spoke lovingly.
"And yours belongs to me." She replied assuredly.
As we finished, the Perfect Jewel finally opened, letting in the sex-crazed mongrels, prostitutes, and rapists…among other things…
"Shall we?" She gestured, and we walked in, our hands clasped together. It appeared Brianna knew a lot of people, or at least they'd heard of her, from the looks of surprise and goodwill that she had finally found someone who loved her and she loved back. For at least an hour, while we waited for a table, we made conversation with the other people here, and generally made out or did something else to catch people's attentions. A little while into the festivities, someone brought out the alcohol.
"Oh, shit." We both mouthed at each other, and laughed. Whatever it was, it certainly was a few steps up from the wine we drank earlier.
"It wouldn't hurt to party for a while. It'll help our…reputation." I suggested innocently, and she turned to me. Brianna gave me a rather seductively smile before taking my hands, and leading me to the other end of the club. I looked, puzzled, at the odd array of furniture: a few couches, a couple beds, two stripper poles, and what looked like a harness that was designed to lift someone off the ground into several stances. I continued to study them with no idea as to the purpose, until I noticed several other couples and even a few trios were taking to it. I looked into Brianna's eyes, and I could see it. Her smile and the look on her face as she embraced me.
"Do you? I mean, do you want to?" She asked hopefully, and I realized she was pressing me against one of the couches. At that moment several serving droids came around, offering several things to patrons. One approached us idly.
"Would you like something, madams?" It spoke mechanically. "I've got Berillian Wine and Grade-A premium spice and death sticks from Nal Hutta."
I was about to refuse when Brianna accepted.
"I'll have a bottle of the Wine and two death sticks." She requested, and brought out a few credits. I looked at her in surprise, and she shrugged.
"I enjoy a bottle of wine and a few sticks every once in a while, sue me." She explained.
"Actually, I've always wanted to try death sticks." I offered. She smiled and the robot produced what she requested.
"That will be twenty credits." He spoke stiffly, and Brianna deposited the credits in his chute.
"Thank you, ma'am." He floated away to another customer. Brianna handed me a death stick and lit hers, taking a puff from her mouth. She sighed in relaxed torpor as she breathed in the poisonous drug.
"I was hooked on it two years ago when they brought me here from my home. They hook everyone on the drugs, and steadily increase prices to make it harder for us and richer for the slavers." She spoke darkly.
"Where are they, anyway?" I asked curiously. "I haven't seen Alpha or any others since I arrived."
"They keep an eye on us…and leave us alone. At least until the Dividend." She replied, taking another puff from the death stick. "Go ahead, try it. You might as well at least once"
I lit the stick and took a puff. Instantly, I felt much more relaxed and less tense.
"What's the Dividend, though?" I asked, and she straddled me.
"It's where the slavers come in, choose thirty of us to sell off for even more credits. It happens whenever we start to stop bringing in a certain amount of credits total. Money's been dropping slowly, and we're very near the Dividend." She explained darkly. I tried to concentrate on the conversation, but her straddling me was bringing a lot of emotions and thoughts to my mind.
"But we better get this party started. Time for talk later!" She winked at me, and tossed the stick away, motioning me to do the same.
"I've been looking forward to doing this again." I whispered seductively into her ear, and she smiled, pushing me against the couch and slowly unzipping the pitch black tunic I wore, revealing the blackened lingerie that I had on underneath. She and I kissed each other gently as we ran our gloved hands all over each other's bodies, exploring. I giggled as she popped open the bottle of wine and offered it to me.
"What, you don't wanna remember tonight?" I teased.
"This stuff doesn't have that kind of kick. It mostly gets people in the mood, if you know what I mean…" She took a small drink from it, and I did the same when she offered. After we continued making out for a few minutes, I noted that the general buzz had quieted down, someone had dimmed the lights, and that conversations were done. Brianna and I giggled slightly as we heard moaning and the sound of a bed's springs squeaking.
"Welcome to my Heaven, Rala my love." She whispered in my ear as I felt her slip her thin, lithe hand into my lingerie. I prepared to do the same.
"It's our Heaven, Brianna. Where you and I can be together forever." I replied, whispering in her ear as I began to moan.
"Our Heaven. I like that." She mused.
With that note, she and I embraced each other on this cold night, and once again made love to each other.