Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks 5-- Porkins' Restaurant
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: PG-13 this section
Category: slash, het
Warning: interspecies slash.
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos
Author's note: Jaxxon calls upon friends to journey with him to the Coachelle System
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
"Jaxxon, you rear end of a bantha, how have you been?"
He was momentarily tempted to give the real answer, which was that his brains just got screwed out and stuffed back in again by a hot Jedi last night, but truth was sometimes stranger than fiction. Wrong response for Porkins.
Fictions are good. They're good because they do what they're supposed to, what they were made to. Unlike certain Kiffar spies with incomprehensible moral agendas. There was a perfectly good fiction all ready to go, and it was even going to be true, just as soon as he could arrange it.
"I got me an investor, Porkins. Gonna set up my own personal operation to my home system, and wean myself off Jabba's tit."
The portly human laughed at his witty phrasing, as he was supposed to. It was a noble aspiration indeed, that a family man would appreciate. Sol Porkins was putting his son through flight school with what he could make off running this dive. "Well, watch you don't replace it with a tinier tit then." Jaxxon chuckled in turn.
Before the conversation could go any further, an arm as orange as a nima fruit wound around Jaxxon from behind. Its owner knew better than to touch anywhere he wasn't clothed, even with the generous lekku that echoed her gesture. Jaxxon grinned, but didn't bother to turn himself. "How are they hanging, Lenara?" he remarked.
The rest of Lenara followed the arm and lekku around to the front of him. She was harnessed for modesty by a number of strips of black and green leatherette that contrasted nicely with her flesh, plus over-the-knee boots and a utility belt. Her spiky grin and nose-rings gave her a passing resemblance to a Devaronian male, but only in the face. The rest of her was abundantly female. Now she made herself at home between his legs, as he waited for his usual morning caf from Porkins, hands upon hips.
"They hang well, my darling, but you know they look better wrapped around you. What are you doing tonight, Bunny?" and she licked her full lips suggestively.
"Well what do you know, you and I are going to meet with some friends of mine tonight, if you would like. As I was just saying, I'm going to start up my own operation to Coachelle. Lots more bunny-boys like me for you to play with. And you can keep every copper you make, because you're there for decoration, mainly. What do you say, Leni?"
To her credit, the intrepid Lenara gave it several seconds of thought--her local clientele, her minimal attachments to the settlement--she did have these things. The calculating expression cooled her caramel eyes for only a short time, however. They turned molten and inviting again, and her mouth curved with a beautiful, sinuous smile. Her lekku, ever in motion, flowed forward, along with her right hand.
"All right, then, I will take flight with you, my comrade Bunny. " He took her hand in his, but she bridled. "Where is your naked palm, then? I know your custom." Jaxxon still had his gloves on.
"Don't you want to meet my partner first?" he replied. "Oh, I see, you just want to get me naked as fast as possible, that's it."
"There is that, yes, but you are also insulting me. If you are trusting this person, I am sure of them as well, my Bunny. All right, I wait. Where is he?"
"He's meeting his apprentice at the spaceport."
"A smuggler with an apprentice?"
"Hey, comrade, I don't know the whole story. But Kim the Kiffar somehow wound up as guardian to a Twi'lek girl. He has a cargo, I have a ship, and I want friends like you along, to create a market for your delights."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, my Bunny." And Lenara placed herself daintily upon one flight-suited knee, as secure in her perch as a pet bird. Her generous and active lekku, which set her apart from other dancers, wove teasingly near his smiling face, but did not touch. She knew the weakness of her audience, and did not want to cause discomfort. Her preference in the pleasure trade was domination, rare in a Twi'lek female. Few knew how to pleasure her in return, and one of those few was Jaxxon.
"Just one thing, Leni-- please don't call me your Bunny around Kim. I'm supposed to be his equal, his partner." Her lips pursed at that. But it was acceptable.
"Very well. Then I am not Leni-- I am Lenara Olan, of Clan Olan. Those who forget, will regret." And she flashed that gleaming, predatory grin that had won her freedom in an amazingly short time, after the reversals of fortune that had landed her on Tatooine. Jaxxon had a matching fangy grin for her. Even if he forgot, her punishments were delightful.
"Agreed then, your grace."
She made a motion as if to strike him, glaring in mock annoyance. "Oh now you are going too far!" she returned, with another sinuous twist of those lips.
"Lady Olan, I request of you-- who would be willing to accompany us to the stars, as your fellow entertainment workers?" For, jewel that she was, Lenara exercised a natural leadership over many of her more typically submissive and biddable Twi'lek sisters.
"I can think of several who will come, especially those who are becoming exasperated with Bib Fortuna. He seeks to retain monopoly; he spreads false rumors about our health, and other things. But do not take all who ask. You are loved, but many bring problems with them. I mean Lila! She is spending all her earnings upon spice, and will steal from you. She is most foolish."
"I will come."
They looked up, to see Meena-- she had brought the caf, and was standing with her order pad ready, demure in the Porkins uniform of tan tunic to the knee. She certainly didn't resemble a pleasure worker at the moment, with her buttery head-tails straight down her back, and not a trace of paint. There were a few awkward moments then, during which the Lady Olan looked her up and down quite measuringly. Jaxxon finally took pity on her, and broke the silence.
"But-- what's in it for you, Meena?"
"I want to travel. I would feel safer with those I know. And I can do what is needed." And Jaxxon could personally vouch for that. He'd given her some of the lessons.
"I didn't think you'd want to. But you know you're welcome, gal."
"Fine, then; now what will you have, Boss?" And she gave him one of her special smiles.
And he had morning meal, and a beginning on his escort service to Coachelle. Things were looking up.
http://swfanfic.livejournal.com/23947.html july 2005
author : helgaleena helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Series: post-TPM
Rating: PG-13 this section
Category: slash, het
Warning: interspecies slash.
Disclaimer: Lucas is god of Star wars and owns everything; I am nothing
Summary: the continuing story of Jaxxon and Quinlan Vos
Author's note: Jaxxon calls upon friends to journey with him to the Coachelle System
More on Jaxxon at web-strip Jaxxon's 11 at theforce.net
"Jaxxon, you rear end of a bantha, how have you been?"
He was momentarily tempted to give the real answer, which was that his brains just got screwed out and stuffed back in again by a hot Jedi last night, but truth was sometimes stranger than fiction. Wrong response for Porkins.
Fictions are good. They're good because they do what they're supposed to, what they were made to. Unlike certain Kiffar spies with incomprehensible moral agendas. There was a perfectly good fiction all ready to go, and it was even going to be true, just as soon as he could arrange it.
"I got me an investor, Porkins. Gonna set up my own personal operation to my home system, and wean myself off Jabba's tit."
The portly human laughed at his witty phrasing, as he was supposed to. It was a noble aspiration indeed, that a family man would appreciate. Sol Porkins was putting his son through flight school with what he could make off running this dive. "Well, watch you don't replace it with a tinier tit then." Jaxxon chuckled in turn.
Before the conversation could go any further, an arm as orange as a nima fruit wound around Jaxxon from behind. Its owner knew better than to touch anywhere he wasn't clothed, even with the generous lekku that echoed her gesture. Jaxxon grinned, but didn't bother to turn himself. "How are they hanging, Lenara?" he remarked.
The rest of Lenara followed the arm and lekku around to the front of him. She was harnessed for modesty by a number of strips of black and green leatherette that contrasted nicely with her flesh, plus over-the-knee boots and a utility belt. Her spiky grin and nose-rings gave her a passing resemblance to a Devaronian male, but only in the face. The rest of her was abundantly female. Now she made herself at home between his legs, as he waited for his usual morning caf from Porkins, hands upon hips.
"They hang well, my darling, but you know they look better wrapped around you. What are you doing tonight, Bunny?" and she licked her full lips suggestively.
"Well what do you know, you and I are going to meet with some friends of mine tonight, if you would like. As I was just saying, I'm going to start up my own operation to Coachelle. Lots more bunny-boys like me for you to play with. And you can keep every copper you make, because you're there for decoration, mainly. What do you say, Leni?"
To her credit, the intrepid Lenara gave it several seconds of thought--her local clientele, her minimal attachments to the settlement--she did have these things. The calculating expression cooled her caramel eyes for only a short time, however. They turned molten and inviting again, and her mouth curved with a beautiful, sinuous smile. Her lekku, ever in motion, flowed forward, along with her right hand.
"All right, then, I will take flight with you, my comrade Bunny. " He took her hand in his, but she bridled. "Where is your naked palm, then? I know your custom." Jaxxon still had his gloves on.
"Don't you want to meet my partner first?" he replied. "Oh, I see, you just want to get me naked as fast as possible, that's it."
"There is that, yes, but you are also insulting me. If you are trusting this person, I am sure of them as well, my Bunny. All right, I wait. Where is he?"
"He's meeting his apprentice at the spaceport."
"A smuggler with an apprentice?"
"Hey, comrade, I don't know the whole story. But Kim the Kiffar somehow wound up as guardian to a Twi'lek girl. He has a cargo, I have a ship, and I want friends like you along, to create a market for your delights."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, my Bunny." And Lenara placed herself daintily upon one flight-suited knee, as secure in her perch as a pet bird. Her generous and active lekku, which set her apart from other dancers, wove teasingly near his smiling face, but did not touch. She knew the weakness of her audience, and did not want to cause discomfort. Her preference in the pleasure trade was domination, rare in a Twi'lek female. Few knew how to pleasure her in return, and one of those few was Jaxxon.
"Just one thing, Leni-- please don't call me your Bunny around Kim. I'm supposed to be his equal, his partner." Her lips pursed at that. But it was acceptable.
"Very well. Then I am not Leni-- I am Lenara Olan, of Clan Olan. Those who forget, will regret." And she flashed that gleaming, predatory grin that had won her freedom in an amazingly short time, after the reversals of fortune that had landed her on Tatooine. Jaxxon had a matching fangy grin for her. Even if he forgot, her punishments were delightful.
"Agreed then, your grace."
She made a motion as if to strike him, glaring in mock annoyance. "Oh now you are going too far!" she returned, with another sinuous twist of those lips.
"Lady Olan, I request of you-- who would be willing to accompany us to the stars, as your fellow entertainment workers?" For, jewel that she was, Lenara exercised a natural leadership over many of her more typically submissive and biddable Twi'lek sisters.
"I can think of several who will come, especially those who are becoming exasperated with Bib Fortuna. He seeks to retain monopoly; he spreads false rumors about our health, and other things. But do not take all who ask. You are loved, but many bring problems with them. I mean Lila! She is spending all her earnings upon spice, and will steal from you. She is most foolish."
"I will come."
They looked up, to see Meena-- she had brought the caf, and was standing with her order pad ready, demure in the Porkins uniform of tan tunic to the knee. She certainly didn't resemble a pleasure worker at the moment, with her buttery head-tails straight down her back, and not a trace of paint. There were a few awkward moments then, during which the Lady Olan looked her up and down quite measuringly. Jaxxon finally took pity on her, and broke the silence.
"But-- what's in it for you, Meena?"
"I want to travel. I would feel safer with those I know. And I can do what is needed." And Jaxxon could personally vouch for that. He'd given her some of the lessons.
"I didn't think you'd want to. But you know you're welcome, gal."
"Fine, then; now what will you have, Boss?" And she gave him one of her special smiles.
And he had morning meal, and a beginning on his escort service to Coachelle. Things were looking up.
http://swfanfic.livejournal.com/23947.html july 2005
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