Commissioner Reward - 'Aiding' The Rebellion (Patreon)

It's time for the fourth installment of an anthology series centered a Twi'lek dancer/prostitute on Mos Eisley. If you're at all interested in that premise then read on and hopefully enjoy! Oh and here are the links to previous chapters: An Easy Day Earning Credits - No Credits Required - Innocent But Not So Innocent 

After another exceedingly lucrative day serving the highest paying customers in Mos Eisley, and a few not so high paying ones just for the fun of it, Itara was finally ready to relax at one of her favorite corner clubs. Just small enough to be out of the way and easily overlooked but just big enough to draw in the occasional intriguing customer it was the perfect place for a woman like her to enjoy a night of drinking and alien watching. From her favorite booth she could see almost the entire club, which meant she had the perfect view of no less than three separate fights along with the noisy arguments that preceded them. No matter how big the brawl it was always broken up by the bouncers before anything too wild could happen but it was still a fun enough distraction.

As was the arrival of a few Imperial officers and their Stormtrooper escorts. While it was hardly rare to see signs of the Empire even in such a small, unassuming place none of the locals were happy about it about. But anyone rowdy enough to actually act out had already been politely thrown out of the club so none of the perpetually smug Imperials earned more than a glare or the occasional insult muttered in a language they undoubtedly didn't know. But it wasn't long before their wholly unwelcome presence faded into the background and they became another face of the club. Albeit one everyone kept an eye on but not one that actively occupied their thoughts. Itara's gaze inevitably strayed away from them and back to more interesting subjects. Or perhaps more accurately back to the only entity that'd managed to keep her attention throughout the night, other distractions notwithstanding.

Mirialans weren't altogether uncommon in Mos Eisley or any other major spaceport across the galaxy but they certainly weren't as frequent a sight as Humans, Twi'leks or other species. Of course that alone was hardly enough to draw Itara's interest. She'd enjoyed the company of at least a dozen Mirialan since she was old enough desire that sort of company and there certainly wasn't anything mysterious or exotic about them compared to a Wookie or someone similar. Instead it the young woman's unerringly suspicious behavior that made her such a curiosity. Though dressed the same as any other employee serving drinks and being harassed by the drunken lechers looking for company she seemed entirely too preoccupied with her surroundings.

Her head was constantly on a swivel and she only gave her customers a passing glance at best as she roamed the club. But there was no fear in her dark eyes nor any hint of concern on her tattooed green face. Instead she seemed to be waiting for something. Or more likely someone. And as the night wore on she seemed to grow more and more intent on finding whoever or whatever she was waiting for. It'd been an endless source of mild curiosity for Itara, a perfect blend of intriguing yet mild. She could look away for a short while and enjoy whatever else was happening around her and trust whenever she looked back at the suspicious Mirialan things would be exactly as she'd left them. Until the Imperials arrived and the 'serving girl' stopped searching. Suddenly she was oddly fixated on the small handful of officers that'd sat down near the door.

So much so she could only have been more obvious if she was crouching behind the counter watching them through a scope. In a flash Itara's curiosity was more than piqued as she sat up and watched the woman continue about her business while always managed to keep the officers in her view. It didn't matter where she went or what she did she was always glancing in their direction. If the men and woman in questioned hadn't been impressively drunk they likely would've made her for the Rebel spy she definitely was. Even with plenty of other aliens watching them from all across the club. Luckily for everyone presence they hadn't figured out her obvious affiliation just yet and she seemed just capable enough to not blow her own cover doing sometime stupid.

The one of the officers broke away from his companions to order a drink straight from the bar and all that sense and self preservation seemed to fly right out the window. Setting down her tray on a nearby table and completely ignoring the protests of the aliens sitting at it the Mirialan immediately headed towards the lone Imperial. Nobody else in the club seemed to notice her walking straight towards him with an undeniably suspicious purpose and Itara couldn't help but balk at the thought of what would happen when their paths crossed. In a fit of self preservation she scrambled out of her booth and quickly intercepted the Rebel spy barely two feet from the officer she was about to accost. Grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her onto the stools beside the drunken Human she pressed a finger to her lips and glanced back at the man behind her.

“I know who you're working for.” She hissed, “And you'd better think twice about whatever idiotic plan you're about to bungle! Before you get yourself killed. Or worse, you get someone else killed. I'm not interested in dying for your cause!”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” The woman replied, tossing a few errant strands of dark green hair from her eyes and adopting a wholly unconvincing air of aloof disinterest, “I was only going to ask him if he wanted another drink.”

“Oh of course, how foolish of me. Why wouldn't you ask him what he's drinking after he's already ordered another round of drinks?”

The Mirialan faltered ever so slightly at those words but didn't relent, “How could you possibly think I'm a—”

“Lower your voice!” Itara growled, “And don't say it aloud you fool! Is this your first time or something? Did you already run out of aliens who know what they're doing?”

In an instant the spy's facade slipped as anger flashed across her face. But as she opened her mouth to undoubtedly give a pathetic reply the officer behind them spoke out with a drunken guffaw, “There's no need to fight over me! I have more than enough credits for both of you!”

Confusion flashed across both women's faces but while Itara's vanished an instant later the Mirialan beside her continued to gawk even as she whispered, “Play along!” Turning towards the thankfully not ugly Imperial half slumped across the bar she added, “Are you sure about that handsome? We don't come cheap . . .”

“Name your price!” He replied. “I'll double it!”

“Ten thousand credits.” Itara replied. “Each.”

The spy beside her balked at the number but the officer laughed and cheerfully exclaimed, “Deal!”

Looking at her stunned, visibly uncomfortable companion with a grin Itara turned back to the Imperial and said, “You just made the best decision of your life!”

“I don't doubt it!” He said, eyeing them both for several uninterrupted seconds of appreciative leering.

By pure happenstance the two women were built near identically beyond the more superficial elements like Itara's orange skin and the Mirialan's shoulder length hair. Both stood nearly six feet tall with beautifully long legs and wide, curvaceous hips. Her companion had an ever so slightly larger bust than her her but they were both graced with ample breasts that could hardly be contained by anything they wore. Though of course Itara's silky blue dancing attire was far more eye catching that the purposefully egalitarian dress her partner had on. But even dressed in a comparatively modest and frumpy ensemble the shapeliness of her figure was undeniable and the delicate yet somehow strong sculpt of her face was every bit as beautiful as the more striking features of the Twi'lek beside her. More than a few stares had turned towards the pair as soon as they drew near one another and even more were turning in their direction as they stood together speaking with the officer. Especially when Itara comfortably draped an arm around the Mirialan's waist, pulling her in just close enough to press their breasts together in a not so subtle way. Her crimson eyes sparkled with wanton delight as she grinned at the Imperial, teasingly biting her lip and letting him get his fill before coquettishly asking a simple question.

“What's your name handsome?”

“Officer Jafan Typhe.” Standing upright and remaining upright with surprisingly little difficulty he grinned up at them and replied, “What do I call you two beautiful creatures?”

“I'm Itara.”

“A-And I'm Sabe. S-Sabe Aren!”

“Mmmmm . . . beautiful names for beautiful women.” Stepping closer and moving between them he wrapped his arms around their waists and loudly exclaimed, “Let's go somewhere a little more private!”

“You read my mind.” Itara whispered.

Sabe looked at her over the top of the Imperials head, nervously mouthing, “What are you doing?!”

“Follow my lead!” She mouthed back.

By the time they were comfortably seated in a private room with Jafan between them and Itara slowly running her hand up and down his thigh Sabe couldn't have looked more nervous. Her eyes were as wide as could be and she seemed almost paralyzed with uncertainty. Luckily for her the Imperial she was supposed to be seducing was much too enamored with the Twi'lek beauty to pay much attention to her. But that wouldn't last long and both of them knew it. Once again acting out of self preservation, alongside a healthy dose of wicked glee, she helped her thoroughly unprepared companion into the world of prostitution.

“Why don't you help our handsome companion out of his pants?” She suggested. Lightly trailing her fingers around his not insignificant bulge and teasingly cupping his balls she sidled up closer and added, “I'm dying to see his big, fat cock!”

Jafan laughed at her remark and reached out to caress her face. As his fingers brushed against her cheek Itara teasingly leaned in to kiss him. But as soon as her lips brushed against his she stopped with a giggle and pulled back. He let out a needy moan and immediately tried to bridge the gap. She pulled away yet again and teasingly rubbing his cock while Sabe continued to watch in utter disbelief. Before their companion could do anything more than shudder and gasp at her impossibly sensual teasing he felt her passionate kiss as she finally gave him what he wanted. Her tongue met his a moment later and the soft, eager sounds of their embrace quickly filled the air. And yet while he was completely lost in the pleasure Itara was looking past him to her momentary ally. Her eyes darted down to his cock several times in quick succession until Sabe eventually nodded and took a deep breath. Reaching out with both hands like she was defusing a bomb she touched his throbbing prick and clumsily went about pulling it out of his trousers.

“L-Let's get that big f-fat cock out!” She murmured.

Their companion moaned even louder and sank down into the soft cushions beneath them, spreading his legs and kissing Itara even harder. She kissed him back with all the talent she had and teasingly wrapped her fingers around one of his wrists. Guiding his hand to her chest she slipped him underneath the lacy fabric of her top without so much as a thought. In an instant his fingers were pinching her soft but rapidly hardening nipple while she let out a genuine moan. All before Sabe had eve finished undoing his pants and sliding a slightly trembling hand into his undergarments. By the time she had Itara was removing her top altogether and pressing her tits against Jafan's chest while he continued to moan in abject pleasure. Eventually it was their companion's turn to moan when she finally touched his prick for the first time, although his pleasured cry was far louder and infinitely more sincere.

But to her credit Sabe managed to continue panting and moaning as if she was enjoying every second of touching his wildly throbbing prick. Before long she was even stroking his shaft and smearing every gooey drop of precum he unleashed across his length as she pleasured him with both hands. Itara watched and subtly nodded, her own fingers roaming his chest and slowly making their way down to his balls. Soon she was gently cupping and groping his sack and he was struggling to continue their kiss. It wasn't long before he'd turned his attention back to the both of them as their lips parted and his arms slid around their waists. He turned towards Sabe as if expecting the same treatment but thankfully her companion was once again happy to run interference. Although her motives couldn't have been further from pure as she suggested what she did.

“Wrap those soft lips around his cock!” She cooed. “Give out big spender a little taste of Mirialan hospitality!”

“Yeah!” Jafan panted, “Do that!”

Hiding her obvious displeasure from Jafan but not the woman responsible for her situation Sabe bent down to taste his cock. As she did the grinning Imperial reached out to grab a handful of her plump yet deliciously toned ass, lifting up her dress to touch her with only a flimsy undergarment between his fingers and her trembling cheek. She let out a breathy little whimper and tensed up even more but didn't stop what she was doing despite how much she surely wanted to. Instead she slowly wrapped her lips around the precum slathered head of his dick. Jafan moaned in utter delight while Itara giggled. Letting her fingers trail along his jaw she guided him back to her and smothered him in another kiss before he'd even finished moaning. But the moment their lips were reunited and their tongues intertwined her hand fell away from his face to grab a fistful of Sabe's hair.

She barely had time to comprehend that sudden, rough grip before she was unceremoniously forced all the way down to the base of his shaft with a single shove. Gurgling and sputtering every inch of the way she somehow didn't fight back against what was happening even as her throaty retching and constant choking filled the air. Of course any noise she made was entirely drowned out by the pleasured moans of the man she was throating. In an instant the room was echoing with the lewd cacophony of sex and ecstasy as he thrusted upwards into her mouth and kissed Itara even harder. At some point his hand covered her own and both of them held her down on his prick for what felt like an eternity. At least to the pair most affected. For the woman orchestrating it all it was only a handful of seconds before she kindly relented to allow Sabe to raggedly suck in a breath. Though certainly not pull away from his dick entirely.

Gasping for breath around Jafan's prick for several seconds and glowering up at Itara she eventually turned hr attention back to the Imperial just in time to be shoved right back down onto his shaft. Much to his continued delight. But instead of holding her down until she was gagging and sputtering on his shaft like the good little whore she was pretending to be her companion immediately lifted her right back up his shaft. With a fistful of her hair and a smile on her face Itara didn't waste any time bouncing her dumbstruck partner up and down the fat cock they were supposed to be pleasing. Moving faster and faster with every pass she forced her to throat his shaft for well over a minute before she was ever given a chance to catch her breath or do anything more than clutch his thighs and retch as her gag reflex was triggered over and over and over again.

Spit and precum drooled from her mouth while she heaved and her lips trembled like mad. She sucked in as much air as she possibly could in the brief moments her throat was filled with Human dick only to immediately release it all in a long, whimpering gurgle by the time she'd reached the base of his length. The rest of her body was visibly shaking from the exertion of being pushed up and down a member she clearly wasn't at all prepared for yet somehow she never pulled away and never tried to stop it. At times it even felt like she was actively participating, her tongue swirling around his prick as she was lifted up his shaft and even darting across his balls when she was shoved right back down to the base.

But even when she wasn't much more than a wet hole to park his cock Jafan still seemed to enjoy every moment of it. By the time Itara had paused to give her companion a break their customer seemed like he was at his limit. Panting harder than ever and wholly unable to do anything more than hold on to both women for dear life he stared down at Sabe with open mouthed amazement. And surprisingly she actually managed a smile as she met his barely focused gaze. Of course that smile disappeared as soon as she was plunged back down onto his prick while the woman controlling them both laughed with unrepentant glee. Although a smile did light up her face when their companion let out a breathy groan and a frantic warning soon after.

“Ohhhhhhhh I can't take much more of this!” He growled.

“Don't hold anything back handsome.” Itara cooed, her lips brushing against his ear while she moved Sabe even faster along his cock. As the sloppy sounds of his dick gliding in and out of her throat filled the room and her endless gurgling punctuated every word she added, “Pump her throat full of cum!”

As if he'd been waiting to hear those words Jafan barely had time to gasp before his cock swelled, his balls tightened, and the rest of his body went completely rigid. With another delighted laugh Itara shoved Sabe down onto his dick, holding her against the base as he descended into shudders. Even if she couldn't enjoy every creamy load of cum her companion was loudly gulping down out of sheer necessity she could still revel in the lewd pleasure that was bringing a lover to orgasm. To say nothing of completely dominating another woman. Of watching and feeling her tremble as an Imperial officer dumped an impressive amount of spunk into her throat while she could do nothing about it except swallow every last drop.

And after years of taking cock and swallowing cum she could tell her partner was trying her absolute best not to puke it right back up again as she drank his seed. Whether from pure revulsion, her endlessly triggered gag reflex, or both she couldn't say. But it hardly mattered as her tight throat spasmed around his dick and made it feel that much better. For close to thirty seconds he emptied his balls into Sabe as she was left to sputter and choke and gurgle like never before. The lewd retching and wet squelching of her throat being filled and her increasingly frantic attempts to breath around his shaft were music to Itara's ears, as were the constant groans of the man enjoying her sloppily awakened talents. Eventually the latter did stop as he finished pumping her full of jizz and before the former could grow too desperate she released her hold on Sabe's hair.

Finally able to pull away of her own accord she all but threw herself off his dick, falling back against the couch and gasping for air as cum and spit drooled down her chin and leaked from the corners of her mouth. But while she was busy glaring at Itara the man between them was saying, “That was amazing . . . that was a great start!”

Neither of them missed his choice of words but only one of them was openly delighted by what they heard. Sliding off the couch and approaching her companion Itara pulled Sabe to her feet and into her waiting arms. Their lips met a split second later and before her irritated partner could say a single word their tongues were coiling around each other. And like any sane being Jafan watched in utter amazement, his jaw just about on the floor. His cock was already perking up as they kissed each other and Itara visibly played with what little cum was left in Sabe's mouth. But it wasn't until she started removing her companion's frumpy clothes that he really sprang back to life. The moment her plain dress fell away and her undergarments joined the growing pile of clothing around them the Imperial watching them with such enthusiasm sprang to his feet. He approached the pair without a hint of restraint and eagerly joined in their kiss. At least until Itara subtly pulled away from their messy little threesome to guide them both back to the couch.

“Let's make sure he gets his money's worth!” She cooed, leading Sabe away from him and onto her hands knees. Giving her lover's perfectly rounded ass a good hard smack before teasingly spreading her cheeks and looking at Jafan Itara licked her lips and said, “What are you waiting for handsome?”

Rushing forward so quickly he was practically tripping over himself Jafan couldn't get behind Sabe fast enough. Nor could he stop smiling as Itara continued to smack and grope her ass while she squirmed and whimpered, her head down and her hips idly swaying back and forth. Of course as soon as his prick touched her pussy she lifted her head to look back at him. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice the underlying loathing in her smile as she pretended to enjoy what was about to happen. As he teasingly rubbed the head of his prick against her puffy cunt for a few seconds while her companion smiled encouragingly. Although the moan that spilled from her lips when he finally slammed balls deep inside her with an almost ferocious stroke sounded far more genuine than it should've. And the glassy eyed look she gave Itara a moment later was hardly the expression of a woman hating every moment of what was happening to her.

Another moan tumbled from her lips soon after as Jafan immediately started fucking her with all his not inconsiderable strength. With both hands on her waist and a wild look in his eyes he pulled back in a burst of movement only to ferociously slam his dick back inside her with an echoing smack. Her ass jiggled from the impact of his hips while her whole body lurched forward. Once again her head sank down as she continued to shudder at the pleasure of his retreating dick. Not to mention the pleasure of it ramming back inside her even faster than before. Wasting no time at all he rapidly and enthusiastically built into the kind of wild, ball slapping rhythm Itara knew all too well. But it was clear from the way she gripped the cushions and whimpered like a wounded animal that Sabe was nowhere near as familiar as she was. In fact she seemed quite overwhelmed by the Human cock gliding in and out of her cunt. Which of course meant her companion simply had to make it 'worse'.

As naturally as she drew breath Itara laid down on the couch and wriggled beneath her trembling companion, comfortably wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her lips against Sabe's oh so sensitive clit. Before her partner in crime had a chance to do anything more than whimper at what was about to happen her whole body was trembling harder than ever. Her back arched and she threw her head back as a long, throaty scream erupted from her lips. A torrent of warmth gushed from her sex and drenched Itara's smiling face, followed soon after by a messy deluge of precum as her pussy tightened around the cock still pounding away. A moment or two later Jafan was groaning just as loudly. No doubt overwhelmed by the pleasure of Sabe's body contracting around him he actually faltered in his wild thrusting. Though only for a second or two. Just long enough for Itara to lick his already soaking wet sack and give him just a little bit more pleasure to enjoy. And when that didn't immediately send him into a frenzy she wrapped her lips around one of his balls and started sucking like a good little whore. Unsurprisingly that was more than enough to launch him into the kind of mindless barrage of animalistic lust she always enjoyed. Even if she wasn't the one enjoying it fully.

In the blink of an eye the room was absolutely filled with the meaty slap of colliding flesh and the passionate moans of two people very much enjoying their wild sexual bliss. Sabe was moaning every bit as loudly and as frequently as the Imperial absolutely pounding her cunt and her breathy squeals only continued to grow louder as Itara tongued her clit and licked her pussy with abandon. Soaking all three of them in sweet smelling and even sweeter tasting deluges of warmth she even started bucking and grinding against the man behind her. Though small and almost spasmodic at first it didn't take long for her to start enjoying herself and really bouncing against him. She was never anywhere near as forceful as he was or as her lover might've been but compared to her earlier disdain the difference was night and day. Not to mention a tremendous source of arousal for the woman beneath her.

Under normal circumstances she would've expected her lover to return the favor and put those trembling lips to good use but Itara was smart enough to know that wasn't going to happen. So naturally she took care of herself, keeping one hand wrapped around Sabe's waist while the other jumped to her own clit. It didn't take long for her moans to join the rest of the cacophony as she frantically rubbed her sensitive bud in time with the wild movements of her tongue. She might not have been anywhere close to cumming but that wasn't gonna stop her from enjoying every moment of what was happening. What she'd managed to orchestrate without any real effort! Knowing she'd coerced a Rebel spy into whoring herself to an Imperial officer was more exhilarating than she could've imagined and constantly being reminded of it as her face was soaked in pussy juice while the spy in question moaned above her never failed to send shudders down her spine. And as the seconds turned to minutes and her companions hurtled towards ecstasy the simple, unending thrill of it all was the only thing she could think about. At least until Sabe finally gave in to her ecstasy and succumbed to the pleasure of Imperial cock.

Screaming until her voice was hoarse and her arms had given out she collapsed into Itara in a trembling heap as warmth squirted from her pussy. Shudders tore through her body in massive, uncontrollable waves while she clung to the woman beneath her and mindlessly grinded against the dick still flying in and out of her sex. Within seconds she'd completely soaked both herself, her companion, and the man fucking her in a torrent of intoxicating arousal yet she was far from done. Every few seconds she'd scream again and another fountain of warmth would erupt from the depths of her cunt. Each was a little more diminished than the last but she still managed to all but drown Itara in pussy juice and leave her second lover's pants utterly drenched in sweet smelling fluid. All the while he continued to fuck her until the very last moment, his own groans reaching their peak soon after and his pace growing so much more wild.

Then, all at once, he plunged his cock inside her as his whole body tensed up. Sabe moaned as his cum flooded her cunt while Itara moaned as she licked and sucked and worshiped his madly clenching balls. And she continued teasing him throughout both of her companion's ecstasy, reveling in the sheer lewdness of everything around her. Especially when her lover's constantly tightening walls sent long strands of fresh cum bubbling from her pussy alongside the trickle of warmth still seeping from her with every passing moment. She couldn't help but pull away from Jafan's sack to gulp down every last morsel of cum she could slurp up. And when he inevitably pulled out after he'd finished emptying his balls for a second time she immediately plunged her tongue into Sabe's cunt, sloppily drinking all the cum she could get in a lewd display of pure passion. Partly in case he wanted to continue but mostly because she just enjoyed the taste of fresh cum and a freshly fucked pussy. As luck would have it their Imperial companion was finished for the night.

“Worth every credit.” He panted, pulling up his pants and tossing a credit chit onto the couch beside the two women, “Maybe next time you can entertain the rest of my crew!”

“It'd be out pleasure!” Itara moaned.

Sabe could only nod as she looked back at him and both women watched him swagger out of the room before pulling away from one another. “Thanks for your help.” She said with a groggy but satisfied expression.

“I'm always happy to help someone get off.” Itara replied. Standing up and collecting her companion's clothes she tossed them back to Sabe and cheekily added, “Especially when it keeps them alive.”

“Right. Well I was talking about the credentials I managed to clone off of him.” Producing a small device from her dress and holding it up she clarified, “This was my real mission.”

“Long live the Rebellion.” Itara replied, subtly moving to sit down beside her and palm the credit chit without drawing any attention to herself.

“If you ever get tired of whoring you should join us.” Sabe remarked as she pulled her clothes on, “It's so much more fulfilling than anything you'll find on Mos Eisley.”

“Maybe, but I like things here. You can save the galaxy without my help.”

“Suit yourself. Thanks again for the help. Even if it wasn't really needed.”

“Any time!” Itara watched her companion leave before producing both the chit the Imperial had given them and all the money Sabe had made while posing as a serving girl. Admiring the small fortune she'd made in a single night she couldn't help but laugh and say again, “Any time . . .”