Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... simple."

"'Simple' she says," Giretti scoffed, stiffening when the yellowish glow of the audience chamber came into sight, washing over the cracking sandstone covering the walls of the staircase. "I don't know what it is you think is going to happen here, but Jabba isn't exactly known for keeping his oily hands to himself when it comes to exotic females. If you think that this is going to be just a dancing gig, then I'm telling you that you're one of the most naive people on this dustbowl."

"Let me worry about Jabba, you just focus on sticking to the script. If things go south, I'll have you to blame," Mara said with a deceptively sweet voice, with the underlying threat not going unnoticed by the Weequay.

Once the Emperor's Hand made it to the base of the curling staircase, appearing between the arched mouth, she immediately felt well over a hundred sets of eyes land on her, some with more suspicion for the newcomer, others with a far more lurid intrigue. Her emerald eyes assessed her new surroundings, even her most liberal estimations about the potential crowd size were smashed when she took in just how densely packed the main throne room truly was.

The scent of spice was rich in the air, Mara knew well that no dealer worth his weight in the narcotic would even dare to bring a product into the debauched halls of the Palace that was less than pure, not if he didn't intend to have an encounter with the lumbering beast that resided in the caverns below. It wasn't ...

... difficult for Mara to pick out the smugglers, their scruffy clothing and overall unearned arrogant demeanour made them stick out from the crowd like a sore thumb.

The redhead spotted a few of the galaxy's more well-known bounty hunters mingling with the other denizens, with their extravagant armour doing little to help them blend in amongst the throngs of shabbily dressed sycophants. Imperial intel suggested it wasn't uncommon to find the likes of Boba Fett and Bossk lurking in the shadows, taking the time to enjoy the company of the collared beauties. Jabba was well known for being one of the most generous contractors in the Outer Rim, usually driven by his eagerness to exact vengeance upon those foolish enough to deceive or slight him in some manner.

Most women would have taken a single glance at the assembled degenerates that made up the bulk of the Hutt's court and simply respond by leaving without a second thought, fleeing before the chances of escape fell out of reach forever. But Mara's years of training at the hands of Darth Sidious had more than hardened her, the lust ridden stares that were sent her way did not deter her in the least. Mara's glistening ruby lips curled into a dazzling smile as she stepped across the threshold, her undeniable charisma caused the crowd to part, allowing her to pass directly through. It didn't surprise Mara when she felt a series of hands belonging to a number of different species brush against her body, with her enticing outfit ...