Jaxxon's Twi'leks ch 6
Quin, Jaxxon, and eventually Aayla, extricate a number of Twi'lek beauties from the clutches of Bib Fortuna and Jabba the Hutt, and make their slashy way to the tragedy on Ryloth, with which Ostrander and Duursema introduce their dreadlocked hero. The boys are ready and willing to have sex with all comers, including each other. So are the girls! The story arc is still capable of expansion, even though I made it from one end to the other, joining movie and comic canon.
Jaxxon had to see his boss and resign, and Lenara had her own business to attend to, so they went down the street to Jaba's. Not the big boss, spelled with two B's; he would not presume to annoy a Hutt that way. His little boss, Bib Fortuna, conniver at large.
Lenara strode sinuously along in her striking near-bareness, unaffected by the heat and delighting in the stares she received. Jaxxon, wrapped against the sun in his dark grey cloak with flowered lining, made a large, moving backdrop against which she could posture. Soon the two of them were followed by a small knot of spacers, waiting to see where they would stop. More precisely, where she would stop. Jaba's was where his partner, and his Aayla, would meet them.
As they entered, accustoming their eyes to the dimness, a few intrepid members of the crowd followed. Jaba would be glad of the extra customers. The pushiest was a Nikto, who very nearly laid hands on Leni, but she nimbly sidestepped him and began negotiations. Jaxxon left her to it, and began scanning the shadows for Bib.
It amused Bib to make this greasy spoon and cracked mug joint, run by an ex-spaceliner catering type fortuitously named Jaba Hutson, the unofficial headquarters of his entertainment indentureship agency. He made no secret of his desire to make himself indispensable to the Hutt big-wig Jabba, and gain a place in his court in the brand new palace on the road to Mos Eisley, but he was not yet worthy. So he parked his dirty grey lekku at a table belonging to the pudgy human Jaba, with his cup of sweet juice mixed with something else, and ran the lives of dancers.
He would also procure other entertainments, for a commission, of course. And in the afternoon he would load his flitter with deliveries destined for the Hutt's larder. Jaxxon thought he should have ads made-- "Bib Delivers" --in Huttese, of course. Bib knew Basic, but preferred not to use it; he favored the speech of his overlord.
Much as he hated to admit it, Jaxxon had learned a lot from Bib. Though his pay came from the Hutt, a double-dealing supervisor who didn't shortchange the help, at least, had some advantages. The Twi'lek saw him coming, and snarled, but not very viciously.
"Jaxxon, where have you been for the last three days?" he growled in Huttese. He had a right to know, of course, and part of the truth was what he would get.
"Binoch had me delivering fresh bodies for the Guard, just in from Nal Hutta. Nice to see you, too, Bib."
"He has no business reassigning you without notifying me," seethed Bib, his pink eyes rolling. He kept his lekku curled and still out of habit; some of the girls called him "Frozen Bib." But when he was agitated he would grab at them to be sure they did not betray him, even around non-Twi'leks. He was clutching them now.
Jaxxon took a seat. Bib was so naturally twitchy, and always fighting it, thinking it made him appear more authoritative, the slug-licker. It put a Lepi boy quite at ease. But Bib would get to the point only if pressed to it, so Jaxxon started to press.
"Hey, I'm here to say goodbye, Bib. You know I won Rabbit's Foot at sabbac, and as of last pay-day, she's spaceworthy. I can drop Kyara off for you, with your clan, on my way home."
Suspicion immediately entered the expression on Bib's pasty grey face, to join the arrogance and annoyance. After a pause of nearly a minute, during which Jaxxon patiently catalogued new ways Bib tried to suppress his squirming, he said, "Who told you about that?"
"Why, you did...the last time I was giving you what you really want." And with that, Jaxxon could not resist snaking out his tongue to lick his own muzzle, quite deliberately. The effect on Fortuna was entertaining, if predictable. He got a lot whiter, shut his eyes, and dug nails into his lekku to keep them where they were. When they opened again, the pink eyes were a lot softer, but the resentment remained.
"It will be good to see the last of you, Lepi."
"Hey, I'll still be around. I intend to specialize in your lines, Bib old buddy, just introduce them to my home system, is all. And I resent the implication that I would kiss and tell." He was very tempted to do some air kisses, just to see the effect on Bib, but it would be counter-productive at the moment.
Instead, he smoothed back his ears and grinned widely, acting at ease, putting both his gauntleted hands before him, in plain sight. Bib's death grip on his own lekku loosened, as the meaning of Jaxxon's words percolated through his panic.
"Which one of my lines are you referring to?" he asked, almost coyly.
"All of them, Bib. Heck, I'm almost like an apprentice to you. You're my kriffin' role model." Jaxxon was laying it on extra thick because he knew facetiousness would disarm Bib's suspicious nature fastest. " Are there any gals who have bought themselves back recently, that you could point out to me? And have you got any personal inventory I could shift for you?-- to my family that is. You know all about family."
"You wish to solve problems for me, make this your business?" Bib capped that off with a disbelieving mutter in Twi'lek. But he looked intrigued. He continued, tapping one fingernail on a tooth in thought.
"Kyara will be much better off at my clan's stronghold on Ryloth. She is too ambitious, which displeases Jabba." Jaxxon knew exactly what Bib wasn't saying. The greedy mynock of a tart was milking him for all she could get, and he was miserable. If it weren't for his wanting an heir, she'd have been remaindered long ago. And it was one of Bib's characteristics that he was passionate about keeping Jabba happy, if not himself.
"Consider her there, sweetheart. And what about some cargo?"
"There are some things I have received as gratuities--" pathetic, really, how much easier it was on Bib to speak in euphemisms. He'd been skimming, and death to him if Jabba found out. "Not enough to fill a ship, but something. And I will entrust to my consort tokens of good faith in bargaining with Clan Secura."
Not his own clan. Jaxxon told himself not to be disappointed; Bib's own standing with his clan was sufficiently iffy that he wasn't going to risk it. That might not change in Bib's lifetime, heir or no heir. Man, Twi'leks were a screwed-up race, in his opinion. He was doing his ladies a favor, getting them away.
"Any ladies?" was all he said aloud, pushing on to the next category. Bib waved a hand dismissively on the subject of dancers leaving him, the indenturer, behind. The bantha fucker.
"None but Rena and her sister. You are welcome to speak with them. They owe two more installments, each. On the other hand, if you wish to buy--"
"I don't wish, and you know it. I'm not putting any financial entanglements on a ship I only just acquired."
"I thought you might have a backer, boy." Now Bib was being arch, trying to pump him for information. No, sorry, snakehead, that's my line, and you get nothing.
"You are my backer this time, Bib, baby."
The reward for this was a scowl. It could mean a number of things. Bib maybe didn't want to shoot himself in the foot by doing the deal after all, if he couldn't get a betrayal option. Bib wanted someone bigger to betray than little old Jaxxon, so the betrayal bonus was considerable and earned him points with Jabba. Or somebody... Jaxxon felt the fur rising on the back of his neck. But this was the way forward. He began to take off one gauntlet; Bib knew he was ready to deal.
Immediately Bib began to shy. "No, not here with the press-palms. Please." Well, that was a good sign,actually--- he wasn't backing out, only backing up. So Jaxxon took off both gloves, and followed him, to Jaba's pantry.
On the way, he noticed that Lenara was no longer in the joint. The Nikto she had lured in from the street was talking to two other Twi'lek girls, here for the luncheon crowd and less particular.
Once the pantry was latched and illuminated, Bib turned his pink eyes up to Jaxxon in apology. "That I have no secrets from you-- this frightens me, " he confessed disarmingly.
He let Jaxxon delicately uncurl his large but underdeveloped lekku. Jaxxon chose not to answer with words. He simply used his best gentling caresses, literally putting the fellow's mind at ease.
Bib wanted this, but he hated to be under the thumb of anyone, needed constant reassurance. It was very sweet, in its own way. The leathery skin seemed to soak up his gentleness like desert rain.
Jaxxon felt his thoughts under his hands, as Bib was stern with himself about his fears, took himself in hand; he wanted to murmur encouragement. But he only smiled. Before he would speak, he took Bib's pasty palm against his green one and pressed them together, looking Fortuna straight in the eye the whole time.
Bib was able to stand this for about five seconds, before he swallowed convulsively and let his eyes dart here and there, his standard behavior. Meanwhile, Jaxxon found out what he needed to know, and more than he wanted to, as usual.
The slimy bastard had fifty entire crates of spice to convert into a less dangerous form of wealth, before Jabba got wise. He had thought to set up something for his heir-to-be, back on Ryloth. The one who could do that for him was Pol Secura, of Clan Secura. Some kind of Twi'leki favor was owed, from their childhoods.
What he wanted from Jaxxon, besides the delivery, was a half share of the profit from the fifty crates--if he left Ryloth alive. Why there was any question about this, Bib was not sure of himself. Just that bigger players were involved, looking over the shoulders of Clan Secura.
And on a more personal level, it seemed that Bib was highly ambivalent about Jaxxon's ability to turn him on, the paranoid freak. He had very bad control issues, liked his females bound and gagged, didn't allow males near him, --usually. But everybody made exceptions for Jaxxon. Like now.
A little farewell fun with Bib would not go amiss, maybe get his lekku to fill out a bit, even. It's win-win, baby... Jaxxon raised a long, twitching lekku to his mouth and began to lick. Since he had Fortuna backed into a shelf, he pressed his crotch between those bony legs, to keep him where he wanted him.
Bib had his fists clenched and was wheezing, fighting against his own pleasure. As Jaxxon twirled his tongue around the lekku tip and flicked it back and forth, Bib moaned. The other lekku was whipping around now, truly like a serpent. "You hold it in too much, Bib, " he breathed, and began to lick upwards, ever closer to the Twi'lek's skull, his silly little ears, his goitered neck... It took him a while to get to the top, the lekku were so long, and the one under his mouth was coming alive, wrapping the wrist that held it.
One hand captured the other thrashing lekku, and the other twined around to knead one half of Bib's bony ass, as Jaxxon cleaned off his forehead with rasps of his tongue, Bib's nose buried in his neck-fur.
A couple of his claws began to twang accross the tiny bung-hole down there, right through the robes. At last, Bib's hips began to rock, as Jaxxon milked at the lekku he had captured. Then Bib came with a desperate hiss, fangs bared, pink eyes blazing. It was very pretty. Jaxxon reared his head back out of biting range, just in time.
He grinned, letting Bib glimpse his own fangs, just for a little reminder. "I'll miss you too, Bib," he said, letting his titular boss loose to put himself in order, after planting a kiss on the top of his knobby head.
"Bastard," muttered Bib, in Basic this time.
"No, that would be you." Jaxxon was heading for the door. He turned, before ducking to get though the low opening.
"Kyara, and fifty cases, my hangar, tomorrow. It's a deal. " He waited for Bib to at least nod in acknowledgment. "And I'll be here at seven to get your flitter loaded for Jabba-- wanna be worthy of my last paycheck, " he added, huskily, and would have winked if he thought Bib could stand it. Bib just shut his eyes.
When the Lepi was truly gone, he opened them again, and reached into a sleeve of his robe for a personal communicator. He spoke decisively into it, in rapid Twi'lek. Jaxxon swiveled his ears away, and left his position just outside the doorway; not knowing the lingo, listening did him no good. At least something had been accomplished-- even if the snake didn't trust him, Jaxxon felt reasonably able to predict him. And he had a cargo, and a Ryloth contact.
He hoped his partner, Quinlan Vos the spy, would get here soon. The getting-off-Ryloth-alive part would be much less tricky with a Jedi in his pocket.
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