The Pod Race Queens - Sex Stories

The Pod Race Queens

... white brow.

"Doesn't it always?" a devilish smile bloomed across Leia's comely face as she trotted towards the exit to the cramped changing room. "Ready to head off?"

"No, but I don't think waiting around here will help," Winter joined Leia at the door, feeling the Princess give her dainty hand a friendly squeeze.

"It really is good to be doing this again with you, Winter. I've missed our adventures," Leia said with an honest smile.

"As have I. Now let's go, we don't have long before the race starts."

They departed from the changing room and walked the length of the vast network of tunnels running towards the main stadium, avoiding the hover lifts and ever-shifting technical equipment being delivered to the pit lane. Leia gave the customary winks and seductive glances to the members of the support teams they passed, slipping into the role as though it was a made to fit glove. Winter did the same, but even she had to concede that she never had the knack that came so naturally to Leia.

As Winter had predicted, they both drew a decent amount of attention wherever they went, earning a number of catcalls in a variety of languages. It immediately brought the pair back to their days of spying for the Rebellion, doing whatever was necessary to ensure that they could gain valuable intel for the cause. Their illicit activities were always a source of discomfort for Leia's parents, both out of fear of reputational damage and concern for her wellbeing. But Leia ...

... rarely paid attention to such concerns, her unrivalled determination and sheer hard headedness made it almost impossible to deter her when she had her mind made up.

Despite both women being in their early thirties, Winter could tell that time and motherhood had done little to dampen Leia's rebellious streak. In fact, the Princess seemed more charged up than ever, eager to relieve the stresses that had been building for some time. As passionate as she was about the gritty nature of politics, Leia was hardly one to find comfort behind a desk, nor was she one to relish wearing extravagant gowns for both formal and social events. She was a woman of action, of passion. If playing the part of a racer's floozy could provide her with the outlet she needed, then Winter would gladly help her to achieve it.

They made it to the final stretch, staring out in wonderment at the vista before them. The Daiyu Raceway was an immense structure, stretching so far from one end to the other that the concourse of spectators disappeared behind a haze of intense lighting and flashing holographic signage. A circuit occupied the space surrounded by the gargantuan stands, complete with all the hazards and obstacles one would expect of a pod racing course, all designed to push even the most veteran of racers to their very limit.

In comparison to the venues that could be found across the Outer Rim, Daiyu appeared almost professional and far more organised than the guaranteed bloodbath that was the ...