Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... else in the galaxy other than the dust bowl that was Tatooine. "I'm not a whore looking to suck up to a group of spice-addled smugglers, I need to get close to Jabba himself. From what my intel suggests, you're the only being that can help me on such short notice."

"Get close to Jabba?" Giretti shook his head. "Most girls that end up in his palace are looking for ways of getting out, not in. The only girls who get close to Jabba are those are exotic enough to end up in his harem, no exceptions."

"Well, it's fortuitous that I'm seeking out a place within his harem, and I know you have certain connections within the palace that can make that happen," Mara watched his eyes widen at the proclamation.

"You actually want to end up as his concubine?" Giretti said with a gasp, wondering how any human of her calibre could want to throw her life away in such a way, jealous that she chose Jabba of all sentients. "You're not one of those Hutt Sluts, are you? One of those women who get off on the danger of tangling with the Hutts?"

"No!" Mara hissed back, slamming her palm against his battered desk, with enough force to topple a number of the objects resting on it. "If you think that I get off on the idea of kriffing that gluttonous slug, then you are sorely mistaken. But I have to get inside within the next few weeks, and I'll do anything that enables me to remain in his good graces for long enough."

"If you say so," Giretti replied, justifiably sceptical about her true ...

... intentions. But being an opportunist, Giretti knew that offering up such tribute to the Hutt would benefit his business in the long run. If the human wanted to tempt fate, then he wasn't about to try and dissuade her. "So what is it exactly you need me to do?"

"I know that you act as a go between for slavers, especially those too far away to complete any transactions in person. I've already put together a fake dossier for a slave network operating in the Mid Rim, I shall act the part of a slave girl, a taste of the sort of product Jabba and his cohorts can expect in future," Mara pulled a holo-projector from her pocket, sliding it over to the Weequay. "I need you to be the one to deliver me to prevent suspicion from being cast upon my arrival."

"Seems easy enough," Giretti activated the holo-projector, flicking through the images on display, featuring Mara in different styles of lingerie and a detailed description of her various talents and kills. Much to Mara's irritation, Giretti was unimpressed by what he saw. "But you're not getting in with these images alone, they scream infiltrator."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Mara demanded.

"A lingerie shoot? You're not sending boudoir projections to your lover, you're trying to market yourself to your future master. Nothing should be left to the imagination, no slaver in his right mind would approach Jabba without making sure that every tiny detail had been noted and displayed. A Hutt doesn't make a deal unless ...