Infiltrating The Palace - Sex Stories

Infiltrating The Palace

... almost encouraging them to do so.

Mara sauntered through the opening, even going as far as to wink at a select few as she passed by, risking being dragged off by the first impulsive individual whose self-control couldn't resist such beauty. After just a short walk, Mara's eyes finally managed to fall upon the corpulent form of Jabba the Hutt resting upon his mobile dais, flanked by a rusting silver protocol droid and the pasty-skinned Bib Fortuna. Resting against his slimy stomach was a Twi'lek of incredible beauty, one clad in a fishnet bodysuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and put her distinctive emerald skin on full view, along with a pair of strappy sandals designed for dancing in the intensely hot desert air. The gluttonous slug took a short intake from his hookah pipe, a cloud of smoke billowed from his slitted nostrils when he exhaled. His thick fingers sat beneath the curve of his crystal chalice, moving it harshly enough to slosh the liquor within around, sending it spilling to the sand covered ground, intentionally causing some of the liquid to splash across the shoulders of his shy slave.

Twinkling emerald eyes met Spice-tinted orange orbs, locked momentarily before the Hutt commenced his calculating assessment of her body. His eyes followed the path of her flowing vermilion hair down to the sheer blue dreamsilk dress loosely covering her body, with the dim lights behind her illuminating the flimsy fabric enough to display the outline of ...

... Mara's painstakingly maintained body, a sight that left the Hutt deeply impressed, indicated by the hammering of his tail against the dais. Black leather boots encased Mara's pale legs from her feet to her thighs, but they didn't prevent Jabba from eyeing up their mouth-watering contours.

"Your Excellency, it's truly an honour to be in your presence," Giretti bowed deeply, tightening his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white. "My name is Giretti Bish."

"Ahhh, the cantina owner Bib has been babbling on about," Jabba rumbled in Huttese, which was dutifully translated by the droid at his side. Setting his chalice down on a nearby stand, he paid no attention to his Kowakian monkey-lizard pet as it leapt up to lap at the intoxicating liquid. The Hutt's large eyes narrowed as he addressed the increasingly unnerved Weequay. "You've been awfully insistent that we should meet. According to Bib, you have a substantial bevy of lovelies primed for the open market, far more than anything you've sold before. I had my agents examine this conglomerate you represent, yet they could find no real evidence of their previous transactions." "You wouldn't, they used to mainly focus on private sales, capturing women that met the exact criteria their clients requested," Giretti smiled weakly, wondering whether the Hutt had already rumbled Mara's plot, cursing himself for getting involved. "It was a lucrative business, but it limited their reach. They wish to pivot to thd open market ...