Chapter 11: The Dodgy Blaster

{MC POV}

With a silly smile dawning on my face, me and Aayla walked through the Uscru Entertainment district. For some reason, Aayla never seemed to share my enthusiasm for skydiving, don't know why.

It's some buzz free falling down to the depths of Coruscant through one of the huge holes that allowed ships to travel between levels. Sure, there were a couple close shaves with the chassis of the ascending starships, but that's just part of the fun.

The landing is the best part though, nearly ending up over shooting and falling down an extra ten floors, but with the help of a few force nudges I piloted myself and Aayla to the correct level.

Was quite funny watching Aayla flail around as well. She actually got into the groove of things for a bit…right up until I told her we were going to be hitting the concrete at two hundred kilometres per house.

Apparently, she thought I was going to bust out a bit of gear to slow us down, like a parachute or something daft like that.

It still blows my mind that landing from extreme heights isn't part of the training curriculum. There's no reason for it not to be since the force can break any natural fall, giving Jedi many deployment options during battle.

Natural fear of great heights must cloud even the greatest of minds.

"Please don't do that again." Aayla leered, still walking slightly bow-legged from the harsh landing.

Allowing my already wide grin to stretch further, I replied, "I thought you enjoyed it though." Taking a left turn, we moved onto a much busier street filled with bright neon lights and countless different species all in the mood for a good time.

Brushing against my shoulder as she slipped past a short, triple eyed Gran, she retorted "And maybe I would have. Had you given me an appropriate amount of time to prepare instead of dragging me off the temple roof."

Shrugging, I told her, "What's done is done, no point complaining about what's already happened." The two of us closed in on a large building with a kick-ass coat of paint that no doubt made people stop and think 'That's some damn good painting'

"It's time for the main event now anyway." I said as I walked towards the door of the club. The closer we drew, the more prominent the sound of bass drums became, and with it the density of clone troopers wearing their distinct white armour.

Reaching the archway that separated the interior of the club with the street outside, we passed by the bouncer droids and under the luminescent sign that read 'The Dodgy Blaster', entering the rowdy, clone packed club.

Since its establishment, my club/bar/residence has come a long way. No longer did it look pasty, run down and it has been given an overall upgrade from the shitehole it was before. Bang in the centre of the room was a transparent dance floor that lit up with a multi-colored light at the footsteps of the dancers, allowing it to create its own strobe effect.

Spotted around at evenly spaced intervals were small stages rimmed with LED's that flickered along to the music's tempo. Currently there was a holo recording dancing on the pole, but occasionally one of the girls would get up and give it a go.

Their exotic dancing really gets the clones in the mood for spending that hard earned tax money. Which did nothing apart from line my pockets with sweet, sweet credits.

Talking about the girls, a team of them working this shift were manning the huge bar, filled to the brim with booze that spanned the entire back wall of the room. Oh it was a sight to behold, and to think it's all mine.

Brings a tear to my eye.

To put it simply, business was booming harder than the speakers that the off-duty troopers danced too.

While the clones drove off the other customers, they drank like the Scots which more than made up for the losses. Even better they all drink on the endless credit card called the republic subsidiary for off-duty clones.

Best idea the sentates had for years. It's working miracles for my bank balance that now has eight, nearing nine digits - and that was just the official one.

Pulling me down to her level, Aayla yelled "Are we going up stairs?!" Directly in my ear, her voice desperately trying to be heard over the blaring music.

Returning my reply in a mirrored manner, I affirmed, "Aye, it's too packed down here tonight. Can't be arsed raising my voice all night either."

Not just that. I could almost guarantee that Aayla would get badgered all night if we stayed out here. The soldiers of the G.A.R were more sexually fustrated than a wank addict on the last day of no nut november, that combined with Aayla's inordinate sexiness was something no sane trooper overlook when intoxicated.

Choosing to leave before Aayla became a local celebrity, I gave my regards to the bar staff and walked up the stairs to the private lounge reserved for loyal customers and their guests.

To prevent it from becoming overcrowded, I personally designate the VIP cards to select guests of my choosing.

Is it a fair system? Absolutely not.

Do I care? Fuck no.

Being the programmer of the bouncer droids and the owner of this fine establishment, the dark grey droids allowed me to pass without checking the card. Opening in unison with the droid's sidestep, the sliding doors revealed a classy lounge that in all respects looked out of place in the entertainment district.

Contrast to the psychedelic trip of a lightshow downstairs, here the room was lit by dimmer bulbs that gently transitioned between shades in a therapeutic manner. Comfortable seats and large tables were spread around the chamber, creating private booths that each had their own sound dampening systems for privacy.

Unlike rave central beneath us, there were actually more non-clones having a meal and drinking up here. The clones that were here had a much more refined disposition to their comrades below, either relaxing themselves idling away on a holodisc or having a meal in a small group and watching the tv built into their booth.

Visibly relaxing, when the sound-proof doors behind us closed, Aayla mellowly said, "That's much better. The speakers are just too powerful down there, it's a wonder that those clones don't go deaf after staying here all night." Allowing the melodic beat of the new, pleasant music to bounce off her cone shaped hearing appendages.

"I much prefer this." Aayla smiled, softly humming along with the song as we found ourselves a seat at the bar.

"I could send you a playlist of similar songs if you like." I replied, taking note of the 'Gryfin' song I shamelessly bootlegged that was currently playing.

"I'd like that" Aayla nodded, pulling out a barstool for herself, as I did the same next to her.

I looked left and right, but for some reason the bar was unmanned. Just when I was about to get up and pour myself a drink, a red-haired humanoid woman came out from under the table holding a variety of bottles between her fingers.

"Your back?" I said, raising a nonexistent eyebrow at the human-dathomirian under my employ, "I thought you were out on a…business trip."

"Yeah, just got back a couple hours ago. There weren't any hiccups if that's what you're asking" Ros answered while stocking the fresh bottles onto the shelves behind her, "Can I get you two anything?"

Taking a quick glance at the readily available drinks, I tell her, "Get me a triple jet juice poison spitter."

Looking through the drink menu that was sitting on the bar, Aayla says, "I'll have a… Dantooine ice-twist.

"Coming right up." Ros nodded, shooting me a quick wink before she went off to mix our drinks.

While our drinks were in the process of being made, Aayla turned to me and spoke, "I wish you told me we were coming here so I could've gotten changed into something more appropriate." Pulling at her usual outfit that seemed a little bit skimpy for the lounge.

But I love skimpy clothes, and found nothing wrong with Aayla flaunting her assets in the current situation - or any situation for that matter. Guess the only trouble is she might be misunderstood as an employee considering the majority of my staff consists of Twi'lek, plus her lightsaber's hidden beneath the loincloth attached to her belt.

Waving her worry off, "I wouldn't worry. You look good in whatever you wear."

"Even those…what are they called again?" She cupped her cheek in her hands as they tried to remember the name of one of my entrepreneurial adventures, "The fluffy jumpsuits. You know, the ones you're supposed to wear around the house when it's cold."

"A onesie?" I guessed

"Yeah, that's one." Aayla affirmed.

Using the only power stronger, and more dangerous than the force - imagination- I pictured Aayla in one of the various onesie designs before responding to her question, "Meh, you'd suit them just fine. Though personally, I think a pretty, white nightgown is more up your hyperlane."

A hint of blush paired well with the mischievous glint that twinkled in her eyes, but before she could say anything in return, Ros Lai placed the finished beverages in front of us.

My oddly coloured drink was poured inside a beaker-like glass that bulged out at the centre before coming back inwards to a much smaller rim. Aayla's came in a half-organic, half-metallic coconut that had a long twirly star poking out from one of the holes in the lid.

Clearly listening to our conversation while she made the cocktails, Ros chipped in with her own two credits on the matter, "I'm with the big guy on this one." Possibly - no, definitely imagining Aayla wearing a score of different outfits, she continued, "Sure, you'd look plenty cute in a onesie. Much like myself, but a nice, tightly tied nightgown to accentuate those killer hips is what'll really make the heads turn."

"Mn" I sagely nodded agreeing with, "If you're that bothered about what you're wearing you can get changed here. There's plenty of clothes your size in changing rooms just waiting to be worn."

After a moment of deliberation her light blush died down and Aayla accepted, "I think I will take you up on that offer."

"Changing room down the hall, second door on the left." I instructed, then with zero abrasion me and my bisexual bartender watched Aayla's tantalisingly swaying hips disappear out of our view.

The instant the automatic doors shut behind her, the two of us let out a long synchronised whistle that perfectly summed up our thoughts on the matter. Taking a swig of my drink, the two of us sat in comfortable silence for a brief stint.

Until the peace was broken by Ros' query, "She doesn't realise what clothes we keep here, does she?"

Idly swirling the orange coloured drink around the eccentrically shaped glass, "Nope, not got a clue."

Letting a short giggle flow from her plump lips, Ros asks, "Do you think she'll actually end up wearing any of them? Most of our outfits are risque at best."

Using the time taken to finish the rest of my drink to mull over the odds, "Fifty-fifty, she normally cuts about wearing skimpy stuff anyway. There's a chance she might not even realise what she's wearing."

After giving me a strange look courtesy of my last sentence, she mixed me another cocktail "Who is she anyway?"

"My Jedi Master. Well, ex-master." Pausing to place a cigarette between my lips, I finished my explanation in a slightly more muffled manner, "Just got my knighthood there, came down here for a celebratory drink."

"Shit, I'll drink to that." Swiftly pouring a shot for both of us, we clinked the miniature glasses together and sent the contents down the hatch. Breathing a content sigh, Ros said seriously, "Must've been rough having a hot piece of ass like that as a master."

"Tell me about it." I replied, lighting the cig with a zap of electricity, I took a quick puff and continued to share my troubles "Had me blue-balled for weeks on end."

"Can't even blame you." Ros got the baby glasses to hell before slamming a pint glass on the table and pouring the remaining spirit into the single glass, "She's got my loins wet already and I've only just met her."

Taking a gulp from the freshly poured megapint, I honestly ask the horny woman, "How do you survive working here."

Completely straight faced she replies, "Divine will power, and some vigorous scissoring after my shift ends. I end up having to step out whenever Dia's up on stage." As if replaying the scene in her head a lustful grin appeared on her face, "She's got some moves that woman."

"She does indeed." I concurred, the grey skinned Twi'lek who occasionally sleeps with Ros Lai is a seductress in her own right.

Cutting our rapidly degenerating talk short was the hum of the changing rooms doors sliding open. Strutting from the doorway was Aayla, confident as ever wearing a change of clothes that brought stars to the bartender's eyes.

Instead of her typical combat attire, she came out wearing one of the staff's work wear that the combined minds of myself and Ros Lai painstakingly developed. Replacing her dark combat pants and boots, were a pair of white stilettos and partially see through sheer tights that showed off her alluring legs.

Wore on her torso was a strapless corset that struggled to keep her sizeable assets from spilling out at both the back and front. Finally, topping off the fit was the lone collar with a black bow-tie that found itself wrapped around dainty neck and the removal of her head and lekku wraps, allowing them to flow freely and she strode over to the bar.

I wasn't even shocked, just utterly enraptured with Aayla's choice of attire. If she ended up putting on the bunny ears I might've just lost it. Never mind Ros who was practically frothing at the mouth.

Down boy.

She really wore the hell out of that outfit. Since Aayla was markedly tall for a woman of her species, and had a few extra inches on the shoulders from all the training. The Corset designed for a more petite twi'lek really clung to her tightly, which only accentuated her voluptuous figure.

Swallowing back the saliva that rapidly formed in my mouth, Aayla returned to her bar stool and I had to snap the unresponsive Ros Lai out of her frozen state with a small jolt of electricity so we could place another drink order.

Hiking the corset up as she turned to me, instantly noticed my gaze lingering more than it should have, she explained her choice, "It was the only thing that I could find which was remotely acceptable to wear. The rest of the garments were all strangely cut in the fabric that made me show off far more skin than I thought necessary." Fiddling with the collar she asked, "Though I'm not sure what the need for this is."

Taking a sip of my beer,

It was a mistake to let her wear something like this. There's only so much a man can handle before his inhibitions begin to take a back seat, and the current Aayla is just too much for feeble mortal minds to handle.

Reaching beneath the bar, Ros Lai did the unthinkable, "Please, put this on."

Tilting her head as she looked at the oddly designed headband, she took it from Ros' hands and placed the contraption on her head just in front of the base of her lekku, "Am I wearing it right?"

"I can't." Ros' solemnly uttered, biting her lips, she put her stuff down on the counter and left for the back room that took you out to a balcony, "I'm taking five."

Torn between complimenting her, making a joke, and stopping the blood from rushing straight to my crotch area. All I could do was down the remainder of my beer and puff on my cig while giving Aayla a thumbs up.

It started with an initial stifling snort but Aayla's melodious laughter eventually rang throughout the bar, at that moment I realised it was all an act. She knew what she was doing from the start, and understood exactly how to get us wound up.

Wiping the tears that started to cloud her vision, Aayla barely managed to squeeze out, "Sorry, I just couldn't hold it in. You should've seen the look on your faces pft-" Before devolving into another wild fit of laughs.

I was nice seeing her unwind a bit, she ends up burning out from all the stress when we're on the battlefield, though I'm sure that's why she makes an excellent commander, "What happened to my innocent Master" I bemused to the giggling twi'lek.

"A year with you destroyed whatever innocence I had left. You could make a rock blush with half the things you say." Aayla replied, her laughing beginning to stifle.

"I only speak the truth." I tell her, tapping the grey ash from the burning head of my cigarette, "After all, you're very easy to make a pass at."

"Stop it, you'll make your Master blush." Aayla coyly said, though her mood turned slightly complicated when she realised her mistake, averting her eyes and swirling the drink in her, "Suppose you won't be calling me that anymore, not like you did it much in the first place.

"Depends, I'm not one to kink shame. If that's what gets you going I don't mind calling you Master." I offered, the corner of my mouth twisting upwards when the blue tone of Aayla's face began to redden.

While she drained the remainder of her cocktail in an attempt to cool down, I shot her a question that had been on my mind since the whole knighthood thing sprang on me, "So…when'd you put in that recommendation for my promotion? I thought it was going to be another few years before I got a sniff at knighthood."

An arm propped up on the counter, Aayla leaned her head into it and removed the red straw from her lips, "Two month ago, when we got back from the wheel. You were more useful than me during that operation, and I had already taught you everything I could so there was no use in delaying it further."

"Wish I could've had the talent to learn your infiltration techniques though." I pitched in, it still bugged me to this day that I wasn't able to learn force cloak.

"That's beside the point though. You know as well as I that the only reason we were paired up was so I could keep an eye on you. If we went by compatibility, you would've apprenticed under Master Windu or his old Padawan, Master Billaba." She name dropped two of the orders most potent Jedi, both being masters of the form VII variant Vaapad and a powerful connection to the force.

"If the council weren't so paranoid about jedi's falling to the darkside, maybe you could've got something more useful out of your time as a Padawan." Aayla talked about hypotheticals as she stirred the cylindrical ice around her empty glass, giving voice to some of her inner insecurities and gripe towards the council.

Spinning around so my back was leaning against the bar, I took a drag from my nearly finished cigarette and while the smoke lingered in my lungs I shrugged, "There no point in dwelling over what could've been. The fact of the matter is that you were the one to train me, and you did a damn good job of it as well despite our styles being different. I mean come on, I'm the first one of my generation to become a knight by a mile." I reassured her.

While I owe it to Windu and Plo Koon for teaching me Vaapad and Electric Judgement respectively, and to a lesser extent Shaak Ti for her tips about tutaminis and mind tricks. Aayla was the one who took my existing skills and helped me refine them into a combat system instead of my previous habit of randomly using my abilities without much rhyme or reason.

Back from her…something break, Ros Lai walked back into the lounge. By her side was a curvaceous lady with snow white hair that contrasted against her tanned skin. Both of them were chatting merrily until the tan woman caught sight of me and made her move.

"How's it hanging handsome?" She said, her husky voice sounding remarkably pleasant.

Snaking an arm around my shoulder in a seductive manner, she brought her face exceptionally close to my own, causing Aayla eyes to widen in surprise not expecting the unknown woman to close in for a kiss.

Only she never managed to make it that far.

The clang of metal hitting metal was heard as the barrel of my wrist mounted blaster hit her lower jaw, "Didn't I say I'd scrap you next time you tried something like this again. Remember that Wires?."

The holographic disguise fizzled out of existence with a hum of electricity, revealing Wires original form. The arm draped over me went from pale white skin to several cold plates of metal that did nothing to hide the numerous electrical cables running through the appendage.

Stepping away with his arms raised, Wires' speaker emitted a cold robotic laugh, "I was only joking. Besides, ran some calculations and there was only a two percent chance of you following through with your threat."

"And what about that last two percent?" I pressed, my blaster still pointing at the cross-dressing droid.

The laughter cut and Wires immediately dropped to his knees, much to the surprise of me and everyone else at the bar, Wires begged, "Master Secura I beg you. Tell him to spare me."

Wide eyed, Aayla blinked before taking on a familiar mischievous look when she realised the Wires genuinely thought his time might be up, "Hm~ Why should I…"

"I still have a high level of usability serving under Master Lycan. Being susceptible to bouts of irrationality when his temper flares up…"

"My what?"

Ignoring his 'Masters' words Wires continued, "I'm afraid that he may scrap me and come to regret his decision later. In other words, I'm merely asking you to look after your students' best interests."

"The droid does make a fair point. He manages to keep the clones in line when it starts to get rowdy." Ros Lai piped in.

Clicking the safety back on and dropping my wrist, I lit another cig out of necessity and wondered, "What went wrong with your programming Wires? You just keep getting weirder and weirder as time goes on."

Still on the ground, the droid replies, "Don't ask me. I just run the code, not make it." His luminescent eyes flickering slightly in a way that resembled a blink.

I'd have a go at straightening him out, but there's a higher chance I'd made it worse. Wires' coding is incredibly elaborate for his model, typically Holodroids only have three settings at the maximum while Wires has upwards of ten.

Adding the fact he can mesh them together to produce a mesh of the various combat styles I've uploaded. Which in all honesty is probably the reason for his quirky nature, all the different learning algorithms are mixed together making his thought process unnatural allowing Wires come up with strange solutions to situations.

…But the cross-holodressing's still a mystery.

As I was contemplating my many, many mistakes in the creations of Wires, the object of my scrutiny finally climbed off the floor and explained why he was here, "Master, you've been repeatedly contacted by an unknown number on your house's holodisc." Taking out a considerably more bulky version of the machine, Wires asks,"Do you recognise this number?"

A long string of numbers appeared on the blue projection, and after a short inspection the number coincided with a certain Jedi whom I recently traded contacts with.

"I thought he'd be out with his… partner." I mumbled while pressing the button to return the missed call.

"Who is it?" Aayla probed, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the number before it flushed away and the holodisc began emitting a low ring.

"Skywalker." I answered, "I gave him my contact so he could help me with building a couple of parts for my starfighter. I've been stuck on the gyroscopic control of the command pod, and need some fresh eyes to see where I'm going wrong.

In my spare time, I've been building a starfighter which has a lot in common with the not yet made - rebel B-wing. The difference is that, instead of having only one airfoil latched onto the cockpit, on mine there's two which places the cockpit in the centre.

Having the two foils allows me to add far more weaponry onto the fighter, causing the final price to be much more expensive compared to the ones the rebels would produce in the future.

"Though I wasn't expecting him to call so soon." Just when I finished explaining, the ringing stopped and a miniature version of Anakin formed on my palm.

"Is this a good time?" Anakin asked, "Your primary number wouldn't go through, so I tried calling your back up."

"Yeah, it's all good. I forgot to tell you that my holodisc was destroyed during the last mission." I explained while inwardly griping about the hassle of going back up to the temple to get a new one.

I really should've picked one up before coming down to the bar. Now I'll need to waste my time flying all the way back up there.

"I heard the news. Congratulations on your promotion to Jedi knight." He commended me while smiling, "I would've liked to do it in person, but I ended up getting…sidetracked training…Ahsoka." He added, unsurely, not contributing much to his lie was the fact he was standing outside what looked to be one of the high-rise buildings in the senate district.

"Thanks man, appreciate it." I replied, honestly surprised that he would call me up just to say that, and a little shocked that information travelled around so quickly considering I only got knighted a little more than a few hours ago.

"I've been tasked with reporting some other news as well since the council couldn't get in contact." Anakin said with significantly less enthusiasm, "You're getting deployed to Ryloth with me soon. Should be around the end of the week, we need to wait on Obi-wa- Master Kenobi's return from Naboo before we can set out."

"A Ryloth huh?" Taking a quick glance at Aayla who began to really pay attention when her homeworld was brought up. "Right, I'll tell the council I got the message. Anything else I need to know?"

"Yeah, about the gyroscope. I can't come over tomorrow and take a look at it if you're ready?" Anakin said.

"Alright I'll get you at the temple tomorrow then." I replied, at least I won't need to go to the temple twice anymore.

Hanging the call up I turned to Wires, "Why didn't you answer the calls from the council?" I asked.

"What do you mean? You told me to ignore those calls?" He innocently uttered.

"Did I?" I responded, trying to remember when I said such a thing, "Was I sober?"

"Yes." Wires promptly said.

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"Alright. It's my bad then." I admitted my mistake, "Next time it happens, put the call through to me."

Dubbing out my cigarette, I gave my attention to Aayla who, despite looking unphased, started exuding concern for her fellow Twi'lek's the instant she was reminded of the Separatist occupation of Ryloth.

"Hear that? They're finally making a move to retake Ryloth." Waving Ros over to take away the finished bottle of spirits, I continued, "If you marched up there and demanded they put you on the mission, chances are they'd let you come."

"I doubt it." Sighing deeply, Aayla responds, "You know how it is with them. I'm honestly surprised they're letting you go, considering you were there every time I pleaded with them to go there with the 327th."

"Ki-Adi-Mundi's a total prick isn't he." I spat, sinking another shot to keep up the buzz I was beginning to feel, "He thinks that you can't accomplish anything if you have attachment. The cunts got four wives, a handful of children on his home planet and only goes back once a year to boink his wives and see if they can pump out anymore kids. He's not right in the head."

Uttering a small snicker at the thought of Ki-Adi-Mundi 'boinking' Aayla clinked her glass with mine and said, "He is a prick isn't he?"

"Might as well try though, the worst thing that can happen is you get told no. Shit, depending on how this night goes I'll be up there tomorrow. We can go up together and tell them how it is." I encouraged.

"Oh? I don't think that the council or Skywalker would be amused at being stood up." Aayla reminded me.

"Meh, fuck'em. Responsibility can't come between me and a good time." I proclaimed accentuating my point by throwing back another shot of whatever was just poured.

Shit was finally starting to hit me, beyond a light warmth in my stomach. With the tipsiness settling in, my shame levels were rapidly falling and my confidence was rising. Not as if either were at healthy levels to begin with.

Like my vision, my thoughts also started becoming hazy. Utterly random shit just started popping into my head, the sudden urge to juggle with ignited lightsabers was quickly becoming unbearable and my horniness was going through the roof.

Maybe I should call Lena up when I'm done here, see if she's in town. That pantoran was a ride and a half last time, wouldn't mind another night of fucking if she's down for it.

To be honest she might not even be on the planet right now. I've no clue what she does for a living and I've no intention of asking anytime soon. Anything beyond what we've got going on right now might complicate things, and I'm not game for anything beyond fuck buddies.

I'm hardly on Coruscant so there's no point in having anything serious, and even if I did tie myself down, it'd be doomed to fail before long.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I noticed I was unconsciously tapping my foot to the music. Making the music from earth here was a great idea, not long after the clone was started, I got myself a frequency on the Holonet that blasts earth's anthems 24/7.

It's zero hassle keeping it up as well, I've got droids running everything from maintenance to making sure the sponsors adverts get the right amount of play time. It became quite popular, especially with off duty clones who have the GBX anthems banging in barracks all over the galaxy.

The money it brings in is the best part though.

Finishing my borderline lethal amalgamation of spirits, I stood up and asked a flushed Aayla, "You coming downstairs for a dance? The place and Wires' antics are putting a damper on the celebrations."

"I can't dance. I'll end up embarrassing myself."Aayla shook her head, but between the mix of not being used to having her lekku unwrapped and a healthy dose of alcohol, she ended up slapping her own face with the tips of her appendages.

How she can become embarrassed from dancing, and not from wearing a bunny suit is beyond me, but who am I to understand a woman's thoughts.

"C'mon, I'll teach you" I said, offering my hand to her.

"I'm serious. I'll end up embarrassing you." Though contradicting her words, she took my hand and we headed downstairs where the flashing lights would hopefully drown whatever embarrassment we'd both feel for dancing.

The instant the droids opened the doors for us, it was like we entered a different world. The noise was palpable and the closer you got to the dance floor the harder it was to see courtesy of the smoke machine pumping out a set interval.

In spite of what she said moments prior, Aayla already had a nice rhythm going on, stepping and swaying her body to the beat of the music. It must be in her genes, so far I've never met a twi'lek that never danced well, even if it was their first time trying.

What it must feel like to have so much grace.

Much unlike myself.

Did I forget to say I was shite at dancing?

With all the grace of a hutt eating, I boogied my way across the dancefloor. Arms flailed wildly, feet flicking out at random intervals and for good measure I threw a couple spins in which did nothing apart from making the clones nearby look like professionals.

While it wasn't a skillful showing by any means, my zero-shame dancing got a good laugh out of Aayla, who quickly got swept up in the atmosphere and began having a good time.

So much for being embarrassed, a few songs in and one too many ideas from Ros and Aayla started working me like one of the stripper poles.

Not that I minded right enough.

I wasn't sure how long we were up for, but by the time we took a break and rested our glistening bodies by the bar. When we ordered another round of drinks, I noticed that the club crowd was beginning to thin. I couldn't see outside but If I had to take a guess, it must've been coming up on closing time.

Surprisingly, I wasn't sloshed for once, just moderately drunk, which was a rarity for me on my first night back.

"Looks like we've run the clock out." I voiced loosely gesturing at the lack of people compared to before, "Must be coming up on closing time."

"Really?" Aayal replied, surprised, "Doesn't feel like we've been here for that long." Wiping the sweat off her blow she put back another shot.

Mirroring her actions, only with a spirit of higher percentage, I asked her, "Want to keep it going up at my pad?"

"Isn't it a bit late? What might people think if you whisk me away at this time of night." Aayla responded teasingly, glancing at the men still at the bar. All of the clones had left a while ago, leaving only Coruscant locals as the last ones standing.

"Morning." I corrected, resisting the urge to flip them off, "They're just jealous you're leaving with me anyway."

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After taking the elevator to the top floor, the shining metal doors opened up to reveal a luxurious penthouse that I pimped out from the damp and dreary shitehole it used to be.

Everything was one big open space, doors were for the weak. Why would you hassle yourself with them, when instead you can walk from bed straight to the bar unobstructed.

Next to the elevator was a minibar stocked with a wide selection of alcoholic beverages coming from all over the galaxy. Opposite is the chilling space, fit with two Alderan leather couches and accompanying arm chairs that were placed around a short coffee table which rested on top of a bantha fur carpet.

The long, thin ceiling lights lit the place with warm light and showed off the steps that led the way to the alcove that housed the master bedroom. Taking up most of the space was a Rancor-size bed that I had custom made, it was comfy as fuck and able to handle whatever activites took place on it.

Other rooms included the studio where I make sick beats that bring in the dosh, and a large bathroom fit with a big shower space and a jacuzzi - which I definitely didn't get planning permission for.

Strolling into the room, Aayla juggled between curiously taking in her surroundings and sending me looks with indecipherable intent, commenting as she did so, "So this is where you disappear to when you're not bunking at the temple."

"Yep, minted isn't it." Finding the datapad that controlled the speaker system, I grasped it with force and brought it over to Aayla allowing her to choose the music, "Put on something you like." I said, plopping down on the sofa and man spreading across the big piece of furniture.

Taking the thin rectangular device, Aayla powered it on or flicked through the many options for a moment before settling on one, "Here it is."

Aayla ended up picking a song that Rael frequently played when he was high off death sticks. The notes combined to make a calm symphony that caused your mind to relax, as he said, 'Perfect for when you don't want to give two fucks for a while.'

After adjusting the volume Aayla placed the datapad down on the table, stepped over to the couch and starfished across it. She never seemed to mind that she was leaning on my arm and mumbled, "Maybe I should get a place outside the temple."

"Yeah?" I turned my head to see her twirling the ends of her lekku between her fingers, "Just crash here. I don't mind."

"Really?" Aayla blinked, my words putting a stop to her fidgeting.

"Besides, not to be that guy, but you're broke." I chuckled, "The only thing you'll be buying is an overnight stay at a shitty motel."

Playfully smacking my chest in embarrassment, edging closer Aayla bashfully replied "That's not true! I'm sure I could get something small and homely…"

"No need for that anyway, this place is a bit big for just me. I'm sure having you here would liven up the place." I told her, omitting the fact that I wouldn't mind having her bunk here permanently.

For the briefest of moments, Aayla's eyes shook as she realised how close we were, but she never pulled away. Quieter than before and with a much thicker accent, she answered "If you are fine with it…"

The conversation died off, the room fell into a tense silence. Our knees were touching, the hand she used in jest to swat me rested atop my chest, and her spot marked lekku draped themselves over her shoulders in a criss-cross manner.

Giving fleeting glances and fidgeting with the ends of her lekku again, she murmured, "Lycan…I" before cutting off whatever she was going to say prematurely.

I could feel the heat from her body, her dark lips were so close I could practically taste them and staring into her green eyes, I was truly spellbound by their beauty.

Aayla's gaze flickered between my eyes and mouth, I felt her breathing quicken as she moved in slightly and the slightest of gaps formed between her full lips. Her eyes began to close and with it, I could feel a wild, intense wave of emotion roll off her.

The force translated it all for me, her nervousness, her excitement, her insecurity, her anticipation. It was all laid bare for me to see.

Answering all of her unsaid questions, I closed my eyes and closed the distance.

A warm, borderline euphoric sensation washed over my body as our lips touched. The action was beyond what simple words could describe, but they could express the fluttering the fluttering of my dual hearts which only intensified with the length of the kiss.

Separating from each other, I reopened my eyes, as did Aayla. The emotions which I could previously only feel through the force began to show on her face. Her lips moved, but she couldn't quite find the right words to say, so she let her actions speak for themselves.

{Risk of boner beyond this point. Proceed at your own risk}

Coming back for seconds, Aayla leaned over and snaked her arms around my neck before initiating another clumsy peck on my lips. She clearly never knew what she was doing, but that never stopped her from trying her damnedest to figure things out.

Sliding my hands down her body until they rested on her white corset, I guided her actions until she was seated on my lap. Fighting against the urge to remove her clothes faster than the average ship travels through hyperspace, we continued to kiss.

Eventually I managed to slip a bit of tongue in, much to the surprise of Aayla whose eye shot wide open the instant the foregin object invaded her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Aayla stuttered, "W-what was that for?"

"Pecking was nice and all, but you're just skimming the surface." Holding her flustered gaze, I asked, "Aayla. Do you trust me?"

Rather than speak, Aayla just nodded shyly.

"Great, now just follow my lead here. Alright?" Punctuating my statement I went straight in for a snog.

None of the pussyfooting from before. If these kisses told Aayla anything apart from how much I was going to ravage her, I was doing something severely wrong.

Skittishly at first, Aayla tested the waters. She gave short, sharp probes that highlighted her inexperience on the matter.

Instead of being an erotic dance of the mouth, it was more akin to a one sided battering where my fighter was being repeatedly jabed. A far cry from what I would call a pleasant experience, but showing her uncanny aptitude for learning new skills, her technique rapidly improved as time passed.

Tugging at the busk of her corset, I made sure to remind her of what she was getting into. If we were doing this, I didn't want her to regret what happened.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked, pushing the mess of emotions the force was feeding me to the side. I wanted to hear it from her mouth, not some wack-ass universal power.

"...I'm sure." Aayla responded, putting an end to my sudden spiking heart rate. Right now, at this moment, she feels more frail than ever before.

"I don't know if this is right, but I do know this-this could be the last days we ever spend together." Despite the situation she started spilling her worries, "The war, it's getting worse, and there's no signs of it cooling down anytime soon. I don't know what will happen to you, me or anyone else. For all I know the force doesn't either."

Aayla's eyes began to moisten, little pools of water formed at the edges of her almond shaped eyes as she spoke, "So right now, even if it's frowned upon, even if it goes against the order's teachings. All I want is to enjoy the time I have left with you."

Catching the tears before they could stream down her face, I cupped her face with my hands and wiped my thumbs under her eyes.

I had no words to say in return, I wasn't eloquent enough.

Instead, for the first time since I learned the ways of the force. I completely opened myself up, putting my feelings on full display for Aayla. It was nerve wracking, made me feel bare, weak, exposed.

It was the reason I always had barriers up constantly, being around so many people who could potentially read my innermost thoughts scared me. Yet, here I was opening myself up of my own violation.

I could see her reaction to it, and there was no judgement in her eyes, just pure sincere appreciation of my gesture.

Just that small reaction made it all worth it.

No words needed to be exchanged here on out. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew what we were going to do.

Our lips smashed against each other, as did the torrential sea of emotions that spiralled around the room like a veritable whirlpool. With both of us leaving our inner feelings on full display, the began to involuntarily mix, giving birth to new shared emotions as we moved to second base.

I was about to undo the front of my her corset, when I realised that I'm a fucking jedi. There's no need for hand, if the force is going to be watching over the upcoming debauchery, I'm damn well going to use it to my own benefit.

With the flick of my wrist, the front of Aayla's corset burst open, and another twitch of a finger sent it flying across the room. Unobstructed by a tight layer of fabric, Aayla bust was left on full display, giving me a clear view of the heavenly sight.

Not a second was wasted as my hands gilded up her toned abdomen and found themselves fondling Aayla's soft, supple, shapely tits. While peppering her lithe neck with kisses, using circular motions I gently traced around her areola causing her body to quiver in delight.

Even with my hand and mouth occupied, I managed to stimulate her hard teats - which in my eyes, looked more delicious than the cherry floating atop a freshly made cocktail.

With extreme finesse, the telekinetic abilities I typically used for crushing droids were put to work, pleasuring whatever areas of Aayla my physical body could reach. From glancing touches to outright pokes and prods, my manipulation of the force covered all bases, as could be told from Aayla writhing body.

Gripping tightly onto my robes, Aayla took a page from my book and subtracted an article of clothing. My robes came shooting off, messily landing over one of the chairs opposite us and leaving my bare torso exposed to the cool air.

As if invigorated by the sight of my brawny tattooed pectorals that positively popped despite me not actively flexing. Aayla flattened herself over me, the combination of her mounds of doughy goodness pressing against my bare skin and her tongue trailing the intricately drawn maze of lines that were etched on my skin turned me on beyond what I thought was zabrakly possible.

Managing to shatter my preconceived notion of the height of arousal, was Aayla grinding atop the steel rod that formed underneath her the moment I got a glimpse of her bouncy blue breasts.

While my use of the Jedi's teachings continued down to the very depths of depravity, I decided my hands needed some exercise. Skating my palms down to the ends of the dark tights hanging tightly to the widest hips in the galaxy, I adeptly pulled them down by Aayla phenomenally shaped arse to find out...she was going commando.

How I loved that.

Smacking my mitts against her spongy, yet firm hind, I gave those glorious butt cheeks a firm kneading. Call me a pirate, 'cause I was a stout lover of booty.

Aayla mewled unto the contact, which only served to make me redouble my efforts. Using the force, I ripped the upper portion of the tights off, turning what was left into a pair of made-do thigh highs, and giving me full, unobstructed access to the spheres of cushy muscle.

By the time Aayla had stopped playing a labyrinth puzzle with her tongue, made her way back up my neck and returned to my lips. My right hand had snaked round her front and made a break for her smooth hairless snatch.

First contact revealed that my initial assumption of a moist terrain was wrong, moist was too soft a word, soaked was a more accurate depiction. Maybe add a supper in there for good measure, super soaking wet.

Heavily lubricated by the excess of juices that poured from her, it slipped it's way to the target - the clit.

Armed and on point, my attack started. Clockwise swirls bombarded Aayla's sensitive spot, and never let up until Aayla was left squirming like she was hit by force lightning. It seemed like she tried to say something, but whatever it was got trapped under the never ending chorus of moans and pants.

Her full body tensed and her spine arched back in an erotic arc. I had to grip her slender waist to prevent her from bucking off and hitting the floor as she treated me to a titillating dance of orgasmic shudders.

Gasping hot, bated breaths, Aayla slumped against me like a puppet that had its marionettes cut. The overwhelmingly potent feelings being transmitted through the force hit me harder than a freight train, it was like she was making up for the lifetime she spent repressing her emotions.

My empathic abilities were over saturated with Aayla's passionate reactions, it was like a flash-bang of pure emotion was let off in front of me.

Spanking Aayla's tense buttocks as she was in the midst of recovering, I carried her through to the master bedroom ass first and dropped her onto the bed. The springs of the mattress appeared to jolt the energy back into her as she used the bounce to pivot herself around midair and drag me down by her side.

We were both running on a high, one that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

Copying my indecent use of the force, an unseen hand yanked my trousers and boxers away from me, giving Aayla a front row seat to the cock exhibit. Like most things to do with me, it was massive.

The dimly lit room only further accentuated the mammoth members size, the shadows strewn across the room blended with the dark tribal patterns etched across the weapon of mass destruction.

An intimidating sight for the Twi'lek virgin who looked upon my super schlong with wide eyes, but it a task she was willing to tackle.

I allowed her to approach and examine bitch breaker up close, both of her blue hands looked tiny in comparison as she slowly stroked up and down the shaft. Going off whatever clue I gave through our empathic bond, Aayla rapidly honed her lackadaisical movements that only served to promote blood flow, to brisk two-handed jerk that made me weak in the knees.

She never had to check in with me to know if she was doing a good job, she could feel it. Even if she couldn't, the periodic throbs of my lumbering lengths as the simulated helped communicated what work and what didn't

With a pool rapidly forming beneath her, Aayla ended it by placing a chaste kiss on the tip, drawing out the slightest hint of pre-cum. Which she curiously licked once she noticed the whitish fluid threatening to drip off the head.

As Aayla sampled my bodily fluid, smacking her lips at the strange salty but sweet flavour. I shoved her onto her back, making her tits sag to the side and causing the build up of sweat between her cleavage all the more apparent.

The little droplets of sweat that clung to her figure gave every one of Aayla's minute movements a shimmering sheen as the light bounced over her at all the right angles. At the same time as my palms skated across her trim abdominal muscles, and roamed down to her nether regions, Aayla unlocked the gates, inviting me in with open legs.

Coming closer, I rested my sword above the holylands, giving both of us a moment to see the damage the crusade would do.

Biting her bottom lip, Aayla stiffed up, probably conjuring up a variety of questions that had to do with the upcoming sex. But to reassure her, I sent a wave of calming, positive emotions that roughly told her my intent and managed to relax her tense muscles.

Lining up with the entrance, I shot Aayla one last look before sticking it in. When she returned a small nod, I went in. Sliding past her puffy vulva, I plunged a few inches deep only stopping when the vagina walls around my cock clamped down like a vice grip.

Aayla's abdomen and thigh muscles were made prominent as she tensed from the penetration. The increased pressure felt truly divine as the hot, moistened walls squeezed tightly on the portion of my penis that was inside.

Eventually Aayla became accustomed to the feeling of me being inside her, and the grip slackened, restoring ease of movement. Surprising me, and by the looks of it herself, Aayla managed to sheathe my entire cock after the initial road bump.

Whether it be Twi'lek physiology or Aayla secretly masturbating with horse sized dildos that allowed this to happen. I didn't care, because being fully entrenched inside such a beautiful woman was all that was on my mind.

Aayla let a sonorous moan slip out when I ran out of inches to give her. Savouring the fullness, she snaked her arms around my back and held me still while she pulled me in for a kiss.

After staying like this for a while, I began thrusting - starting off slowly before cranking the speed up to a much faster pace that sent Aayla's body into a frenzy.

Aayla sang loudly as her bouncy ass was turned into a make-shift crash matt for my groin's incessant pounding. The blue skin around the impact sight took on a progressively darker and dark hue with each collision as the sounds of our body slapping together filled the room.

Aayla's lekku curled around each other beneath her jaw, preventing them from flapping about, but the same couldn't be said for her breasts which were left unsupported as they moved wildly up and down her chest.

A combination of rapid thrusting, erotic moaning, and a titillating view had me on edge already. I was sure that Aayla was too, but to make sure, I decided to test out a tidbit of knowledge I preened from Ros Lai telling me of her escapades with Dia.

Just as I was about to blow, I gently stroked Aayla's lekku from top to bottom. My action brought out a high pitched squeal from Aayla, that pushed her to climax - if her contracting cave was anything to go by.

Performing one final thrust, I joined her. A giant burst of jizz rocked through my urethra and splattered out into Aayla's baby room, her eye's rolling to the back of her head as I filled her to the brim.

I rolled off her and landed by her side. Panting in unison, we lay there, recovering from the debaucherous act of carnal pleasure.

"Again?" "Again?" We both said.

Not for long though.

 

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