Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... they're certain that it's worth their time and credits."

"What are you proposing?" Mara raised a manicured brow, developing a deep dislike for the grin that materialised on the Weequay's face. "And I hope for your sake that it isn't sinister."

"It's quite simple really. Strip," Giretti moved back and rifled through the crates behind him, lifting a worn holocam out from the pile of bottles he had stashed away, placing it at the edge of his desktop.

"Excuse me? Would you care to repeat that?" Mara felt her anger flaring, with half a mind to choke the Weequay for having the gall to make such a request.

"Look, if you think that dressing up in expensive Naboolian lingerie and posing seductively on a silk-laden bed is going to enough to sway him, then go and test your luck, maybe you'll live just long enough to see the monster beneath his throne up close. But if you want to enter his harem alive, then you need to prove that you're the real deal. The only garments a slave is permitted to wear are those gifted to her by her master. Until that moment, she's as naked as the day she was born, nothing is hidden from the being that will acquire her. It's your choice," Giretti shrugged, tapping the holocam's on switch, signalled by the appearance of a bright light beside the lens.

"Fine, but you had better hope that these images don't end up on the holonet," Mara took a short breath, then proceeded to shrug off the straps of her suit, kicking her legs onto the table to ...

... unzip her boots. "Because if they do, I'll turn this wretched little dive bar into your tomb."

It didn't take long for her to pull off her clothes, letting them form a small pile at her feet. It took a moment to reassure herself before repeating the process with her silver coloured bra and thong, leaving every inch of her sculpted body exposed to the cam, with particular emphasis on her round breasts. With some prompting from Giretti, Mara began to pivot and twist around, showing off her body in its entirety, keeping her face neutral enough to conceal the revulsion that filled her. She stood back and parted her legs, offering an unobstructed view of her untouched sex, fully aware of the Weequay's lustful eyes as they watched her fingers dancing their way along her slit.

"Is that all?" Mara asked, resting her hands on her hips. "Or do you expect me to finger myself for you?"

"Nothing like that, for now. But I think we'll need some time in a studio to really show what you can do," Giretti grinned, disappointed when Mara crouched down to retrieve her clothes, wasting no time in putting them back on. "Meet me back here in the morning, I'll take you over to one of the clubs I run in Mos Eisley's red light district, we'll make sure that the oversized slug can't resist you if he tried."

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A light breeze brushed over the the plains of the Northern Dune Sea, carrying waves of sand particles with it. The twin suns had long since set, replacing the intense heat with ...