Chapter 15: Cat House
As the royal shuttle passed down through the cloud layer, Stanley could see a scattering of tall buildings rising well above the tree line, casting long shadows over what appeared to be mostly forest lining the shore of a large lake. The sun was setting in a spectacular blaze of colors across the lake, making it hard to see much else. "This is Aldera, capital of Alderaan," explained Major Organa as Stanley looked out the window.
"I see a few buildings, but where's the city?" asked a puzzled Stanley as he looked about in the gathering dusk. He was, he supposed, expecting something like The Cluster — an ugly collection of gigantic mega-buildings with nothing resembling nature anywhere in sight.
Major Organa laughed. "Oh, it's there all right. Most homes and businesses are no higher than two or three stories. From the air you mostly see trees, but get below the trees and you'll have a better idea about the size of the city." The Major gave a command to the pilot, and the shuttle began to circle around the city on a grand tour. "Anything you'd like to see first? Near the lake front, there's the Aldera Opera House. There are a lot of theaters close by—"
"Any houses of ill repute?" Stanley interrupted.
"—where you could catch a play or musical. And of course there's the Sports Dome. The Aldera Avengers will be playing to a home field advantage tonight. If you're more interested in—"
"Loose naked women?" Stanley asked hopefully.
"—highbrow entertainment, there's an interesting lecture series at the University of Alderaan. There are several museums too. If you're more the outdoors type, there's hiking, camping, water sports—"
"Wait!" jumped in Stanley. "Did you say water sports?"
"Well, yes," replied Major Organa, puzzled at Stanley's sudden interest. "Swimming, boating, water skiing, snorkeling, fishing… that sort of thing."
"Oh," said Stanley, clearly disappointed. "Sorry I asked. So, any brothels around here?" Stanley snapped his fingers and pointed to himself. "You know, where a swinging single guy like me can have a good time?"
Major Organa sighed. "I suppose I could check into whatever Uncle Bail was arranging," he finally conceded, and leaned forward to talk to the pilot.
"Yes!" exclaimed Stanley as he pumped a victory fist in the air. "Now that's the kind of civilization I'm talking about!" The shuttle banked and flew away from the lakeshore as the sun dropped below the horizon. Lights were turning on everywhere. It became much easier to appreciate the size of Aldera. Within a minute or two, the shuttle began to descend towards an area with denser housing, and settled down on a landing pad next to a two story structure with a wide front porch and balcony above. As Stanley stepped out of the shuttle, he could see wall sconces with red lights on either side of the front door. Up on the balcony, Stanley heard a quiet laugh and muted conversation. He could just make out shapes of people moving about; girls, one or two possibly naked, though he couldn't be sure. He liked the idea of them being naked, even if it wasn't true.
"Come on," said Major Organa as he impatiently brushed past Stanley, marched up the stairs across the porch, and knocked loudly on the door. The conversation on the balcony came to an abrupt stop. Stanley could practically feel the tension from the people on the balcony as they waited to see what would happen next. A monitor built into the door flickered on, and the head and shoulders of a protocol droid appeared on the screen.
"This is a private club," the droid said without preamble. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I believe this is what you need," replied Major Organa. He held up a small plastic square about the size of a postage stamp and pressed it against the screen.
"Oh my!" exclaimed the droid. "I do apologize. It is not often we have people announce their presence with a loud knock as if they were the Guardia. Most club members simply open the door with their club card. Now where is that manual override…. Ah! Here it is." The heavy metal door retracted into the wall revealing a gaudy looking sitting room decorated in shades of pink. Music with a throbbing, rhythmic beat played low in the background, so low Stanley more felt than heard it.
A woman stood up from a pink love seat and walked slowly over to the door, ensuring she was lit from behind for maximum effect. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties and was wearing a pinkish jumpsuit with puffy sleeves that ended at the elbows in a puff of pink fur. The legs of the jumpsuit ended at mid-calf. She was barefoot with toenails painted dark pink. The most striking feature was the sheerness of the material. She wore nothing underneath it. Stanley could easily make out her breasts and other interesting bits. In the past this would have left Stanley stunned speechless and open, he suspected, to being robbed blind. However, Xev's routine nudity these last few weeks left Stanley fully in command of himself and in a better position to negotiate, if needed. Thank you Xev, Stanley thought to himself. You've helped me in ways you'll never know.
Major Organa, on the other hand, looked absolutely stunned, standing there with his mouth hanging open. "I'll take this if you don't mind," said Stanley as he plucked the small plastic square from Organa's numb fingers. "I assume this is some sort of currency?" Stanley snapped his fingers in front of Major Organa's face, an action that seemed to amuse the woman in the see-through jumpsuit.
"What?" said Major Organa, looking thoroughly confused. With effort he focused on the object Stanley was holding up. "Right, that's a single-use credit chit. For tonight at least, your visit here will be at my uncles' expense. I don't think there's a limit, but remember, it can only be charged once."
"No problem," said the woman as she stepped up beside Stanley. "We can run an open tab until it's time to pay." She smiled at Stanley. "My name is Kitten. I'll be your hostess this evening. If there's anything you need…." She reached up and unzipped the entire front of the jumpsuit in one smooth motion. "…just let me know."
Major Organa looked like he was ready to faint. "Well, I'll leave you to it then," he said in a strained voice. "I'll be back in the morning to pick you up."
"No hurry," said Stanley as he reached inside Kitten's open jumpsuit and began to cuddle her breasts. "I think I'm going to like it here." Major Organa turned bright red, and without another word turned and fled across the porch, down the stairs and to the shuttle. Stanley withdrew his hand. "Ah, children," he said, laughing. He turned and grinned at Kitten. "So easily confounded." The shuttle could be heard taking off.
Kitten laughed. "Let me show you the Master's bedroom," she said as she led Stanley up a grand staircase. "We offer a variety of pleasures, from the simple to the… invigorating. Was there anything in particular you had in mind?"
"Gee, I don't know," replied Stanley. "I mean, I had some ideas in mind – several ideas really – but as I'm new to this planet, it occurs to me the names for things may be different here. Perhaps we could start with the simple, and work my way up to invigorating?"
"An excellent idea," replied Kitten as she opened a door. This room was decorated in a brown and tan theme, with a square bed easily large enough for half a dozen people.
"This is great!" exclaimed Stanley as he looked around. There was a mirror on the ceiling above the bed, a bar in the corner, and a large flat-screen monitor built into the wall easily viewed from the bed. Everything seemed to be top-notch quality and brand new. "Yes, this will do nicely."
"We do ask patrons to begin the evening with a bath. This can either be a solo shower, or for a little extra an assistant can join you. However… I'd like to break with the usual routine," said Kitten. She slipped out of her jumpsuit, let it fall to the floor, kicked it under the bed, and stood naked in front of Stanley – though really, being out of the jumpsuit was not much of a change. "I'd like the honor of joining the Hero of Alderaan in the shower – no charge."
"You know who I am?" asked Stanley, surprised.
"Oh yes," purred Kitten as she began to unzip Stanley's jumpsuit. "I think everyone on Alderaan knows who you are. Everyone in the house would like to meet you. I suspect you'll be getting a lot of extra services tonight for free." She quickly had an unresisting Stanley stripped naked, and collected up his clothes. "I'll just drop these off in the laundry. They'll be clean by morning. If you like, there are robes in the closet."
Stanley thought about it. "No, I'm good. Which way to the bathroom?" Kitten nodded with her head across the room, and Stanley wandered off to inspect the facilities.
Kitten waited until Stanley was out of sight, walked over to a full height mirror and gave the left edge a stiff push. The mirror popped away from the wall. Kitten pulled open a hidden door and stepped inside a small, darkened room crammed full of electronic equipment. Two people, a man and a woman, sat at workstations with screens divided into multiple sections displaying different angles of the adjoining rooms. Stanley could be seen in the bathroom puzzling over the toilet. A third person stood up, removed his headphones and walked over to Kitten.
"Sound check good?" Kitten asked as she crammed Stanley's clothes into a plastic bag.
"Sure thing boss. No dead spots, and you might say we have your very pretty ass covered from every angle."
Kitten smiled at the joke and held up the bag. "Here. Get this to the lab for analysis, and make sure they understand this is a priority." She wrinkled her nose. "These clothes are pretty ripe."
"The riper they are, the more story they tell," grinned the technician, who took the bag. "Anything else?"
Kitten paused for a couple of seconds. "I think we're good. So far he seems the gentle type, but you never know. The Viceroy is keen for us to get any intelligence we can, but honestly, this guy just doesn't strike me as someone keeping any big secrets."
The technician nodded his head in understanding. "True, but then again, sometimes the innocent have knowledge of things they don't realize is important."
Kitten looked at the monitor and groaned. "I'd better get back in there. What backwater planet is this Stanley Tweedle from to not understand how a galactic-standard toilet works?"
Stanley lay on the bed, naked, happy, relaxed, and cleaner than he could remember being in a long time. Kitten was certainly skillful. As they soaped and rinsed each other, her caresses kept him rock hard throughout the shower. It left him gasping for more, begging for completion, but Kitten said if he could hold off, it would be even better later on. Tonight definitely rated as a "best shower ever." Stanley briefly wondered if Xev would ever go for showering together. Who am I kidding? Stanley thought as he shook his head with a smile.
Stanley was ready for more "invigorating" activities. He was beginning to wonder where Kitten had disappeared to when the door opened. He could hear the sound of giggling outside. As Stanley began to look around for something to cover himself, three naked girls walked in. They were beautiful, slender with firm breasts – perhaps a little on the small side for Stanley's taste, but very nice. As far as Stanley could tell, they were identical in appearance. They spread out as they approached the bed; one to the left, one to the right, and one at the foot.
"I'm Billie," said the one at the foot of the bed in a sultry voice. She began to climb onto the bed, on her hands and knees.
"I'm Lillie," said the one to Stanley's left as she too climbed onto the bed.
"I'm Millie," said the one to Stanley's right. All three were on the bed, slowly approaching Stanley in the middle from three directions.
"We're clones!" all three said simultaneously, and giggled.
"Hi…" Stanley said falteringly, his heart pounding, looking from girl to girl.
"Most people think we look exactly alike," said Billie as she moved up between Stanley's legs, forcing them open.
"But we can tell each other apart," said Lillie as she began to stroke Stanley's chest.
"Yes, there are differences," agreed Millie has she ran a hand along Stanley's inner thigh.
"Really?" quaked Stanley. It was all a little frightening, intimidating, and incredibly sexy all at the same time. A part of him wanted to run away, but his body clearly had other ideas as the girls openly admired his excitement.
"Oh yes," said Billie as she gently reached out. "But you'll have to look close."
"Oh do examine me closely!" said Lillie. She leaned in close to Stanley's face. "I think my nipples stand out more than theirs when I'm excited."
"No they don't!" retorted Millie, "Mine do!"
"I know!" said Billie as if the idea just occurred to her. "Let's play a game. Let's see if Stanley can tell us apart. If you can Stanley, then all three of us will stay with you the whole night through!"
"Ah, and if I can't?" Stanley asked, nervous and on edge.
"Don't worry!" exclaimed Lillie. "We'll think of something!" All three girls jumped off the bed and gathered at the foot. One of them clapped her hands and the lights turned off. Stanley could hear giggling and shuffling as the girls moved in the dark. Another clap and the lights turned back on. All three girls were lined up at the end of the bed, hands clasped behind their backs, grinning at Stanley like three Cheshire cats. Once again, the girls separated, moving in on Stanley from three directions.
"So, who am I?" asked the girl moving up the middle, forcing Stanley's legs further and further apart.
"Ah… Billie?" guessed Stanley. He really had no idea who was who.
"Good guess," said Billie. She paused and grinned. "Unless I'm lying. Am I lying, Stanley?" she asked quietly.
All Stanley could do was mentally flip a coin. "I'm going to go with no, you're not lying."
Billie jumped forward, landing on top of Stanley and gave him a long hard kiss while making thrusting motions with her hips. Stanley was thrilled and couldn't wait for the actual sex to begin. Billie finally stopped kissing and sat up. "I just love how trusting you are, Stanley," she said. "But… No! I'm not Billie after all!" As she sat on Stanley, one of the girls slipped a red satin loop over Stanley's right foot and pulled it snug. "Let's try again!" said the girl sitting on him. She clapped her hands and the room plunged into darkness. She climbed off Stanley, and the girls giggled as they rearranged themselves.
Another clap, and once again the girls were lined up at the end of the bed, hands clasped behind backs, big grins on their faces. As the game proceeded, sometimes Stanley guessed right, but more often he was wrong. Each wrong guess resulted in another limb being tied down to the bed. Now both feet and his right arm were held by red satin loops. He lost again. One of the girls briefly stepped out of the room and came back with a slip of paper. She handed it to him, saying with a big smile, "I think you're going to need this."
"What is it?" asked Stanley as he puzzled over the blocky, unfamiliar language.
"Why, that's your safe word silly!" she replied took his left arm and looped it in a sash, his hand still clutching the unreadable piece of paper.
"My what?" said Stanley. He was now tied spread-eagled on the bed, unable to do more than wiggle. Two of the girls snuggled in on Stanley, one on either side, and began to lightly run their fingers up and down his body, causing shockwaves when they hit sensitive ticklish areas, his limbs jerking involuntarily, unable to stop what was happening.
The third girl carefully lay down on top of Stanley, face to face. "Who am I?" she asked.
All Stanley could think about was the skin-on-skin contact with the girl on top, and the continuing tickling strokes he was receiving from both sides. He didn't really care who was who. "Lillie?" he tossed out at random.
Stanley was rewarded with a lingering kiss, with a little tongue work for good measure. The girl sat up and said, "I'm Millie!" Millie pouted and frowned. "You know what girls? I don't think Stanley can tell us apart."
"I agree," said Billie.
"Not even a little bit," said Lillie.
"Well, you know what this means?" said Millie as she looked down at Stanley with a wide grin.
"PUNISHMENT TIME!" all three girls shouted simultaneously. The door opened and someone wheeled in a cart with lots of things Stanley couldn't make out. That person quietly left, and then someone else walked in, a female figure, who strolled to the end of the bed. A direct view was blocked by Millie, who was still sitting on top of Stanley.
There was a loud CRACK! "Someone has been a bad, bad boy," said the woman with a distinct tone of authority as she coiled up a toy whip. She cracked the whip a second time and slowly moved around to the side of the bed. "Time for some… invigorating… discipline, you waste of skin!"
As the woman stepped into view, Stanley gasped in recognition. "Giggerota!" he squeaked.