The Lusty Lekku: Go Go

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Another good night, another good drink. Cait was seeing a slight raise in business, enough to indulge her "habit" a bit more than usual, and to hire another dancer. She tipped back her glass of whisky, enjoying the warmness it brought her belly. Maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have gotten this drunk before interviewing a possible dancer, but the bands music tonight and her long, red, tightly fit dress had put her in a good mood.

And that was despite one of the street girls telling her that a few strange men had been skulking around the building tonight. Men that this girl claimed belonged to a small local gang. Cait was hoping that they were here to mug some dude and not because they got wind that the Lusty Lekku was breaking into the spice trade.

She was sitting back in her desk, and her whisky was almost done. Ugh, she thought pressing the comm on her desk. "Ti Ti dear, can you bring me another whisky?" she asked, tipping her head in thought for a second before adding with a smile, "Also this new dancer I'm about to interview will need a partner."

OK... so maybe she wouldn't need a dance partner per say, but it wouldn't hurt and Cait sort of wanted Ti to hang out. And to, perhaps, check out the skulking men later with her. Of course she'd bring a security guard with them, but she felt better when Ti was around. Ti was rapidly becoming Cait's favorite girl.

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[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha cracked her joints and rolled her neck around, bringing her shoulders back and pushing her chest out. She had done this routine many times, whether it was for a dance or right before she pleased one of her rich, fat clients. Her resume was extensive, and it ranged from being a run of the mill prostitute, to a high class escort and, of course, exotic dancer. Most of the exotic part came from her rich blue skin and her piercing, solid yellow eyes. She had the look of a predator to her, and her fiery red hair contrasted her skin. Tasha had an off the cuff confidence to her that emanated from her like a sweet perfume. It was intoxicating to anyone that breathed it, and it lingered in the way she stared to the subtle sway of her hips as she walked.

There was nothing to suggest that she was a deadly Sith with the means to kill multiple people at the drop of a hat. The only clues were her exceptionally toned musculature and a body that bordered on that of an athlete’s. Tonight she had on a dress that hugged her curves, and she would hike it up just enough to tease during the dance to allow her room for mobility. The dress cut down to show ample cleavage, just enough to leave a subtle element of mystery. Her heels framed her already long legs, and she carried herself with grace.

She took in the music, making her way towards where her interviewer was. Tasha had heard of the woman, someone that was making a name for herself with the opening of this establishment. The quiet clack of her heels carried her all the way to the ‘office’, and she made her way in. She spotted her potential boss sitting at a desk, and with a drink in her hand.

“I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long,” She purred, her voice bringing with it both a honeyed sweetness and a subtle, icy chill. A smile graced her lips and her yellow eyes, always difficult to read, gazed at the woman, “I am Sapphire and I’m here to make you a lot of money.”

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[Ti'ame]

Ti'ame was backstage getting ready to perform for the crowd, an assembly of rough and tumble underworld denizens of the crime riddled Nar Shaddaa. Make-up. Check. Sexy dress. Check. Twisting and stretching she limbered up, preparing to put on a strip tease that would no doubt drive the men wild and earn her a load of credits. Well not her, Cait. She would likely see none of it, or maybe a small fraction if Cait was feeling extremely generous.

And speak of the devil.

"Ti Ti dear, can you bring me another whisky?" The voice rang over the small comm unit that was perched securely on one of her ear cones. Rolling her eyes, she did a mental tally as to how many drinks Cait had asked for tonight. She was definitely drunk by now. If she had been one of Ti’ame's fellow Lekku girls she probably would have told her to slow down, but that would likely only earn her a scolding from her owner who must have forgotten that Ti was due to appear on stage next.

"The Mistress calls, take my spot if I'm not back in time." Tapping her earpiece as she the girl next to her of the possible schedule change. Slipping quietly out of the changing room, Ti'ame tried to avoid drawing too much attention. A bit difficult for a scantily clad light blue girl in a hot pink dress unfortunately. Swaying her hips to applause and wolf whistles as she rushed off the stage, she swiftly strutted to the bar in an attempt to tease customers while fulfilling her mistresses orders as fast as possible.

Grabbing a serving tray, she filled one tumbler with ice, whisky, and then just a little bit of water. Just enough to make the drink seem like there was more to it but not enough to be noticeable. Ti’ame had a feeling that Cait would continue drinking throughout the night, so she would need all the help she could get keeping her head. Pausing for a moment, remembering that Cait had said something about and interview, she added another tumbler to the tray, filled with just ice for now.

Grabbing the bottle as well just for good measure, and also a pitcher of water, she once more strutted through the crowd, tray holding tumblers and bottle held high. "No touching without paaaaaayiiiing." She purred cheerfully as she narrowly dodged a swat at her rear, the offending Zabrak grinning at her with fire in his eyes. Continuing on her way, Ti was fairly certain she would be seeing him later as she could feel his eyes boring into her back.

"Your drink Mistress." She chirped as she walked into the room, gracefully gliding from the door to her owner's desk, smoothly lowering the tray and placing it in front of Cait. "And one for our guest?" She turned, acknowledging the potential new dancer for the first time as she displayed the choices on the tray and offered to pour her a drinker. Eyes lowered in deference, the gold and silver collar on her neck clearly displaying her status in the interaction.

Oh no. Her mind whirring behind faux cheerful eyes as she took in the new dancer through her peripheral. Toned, lean, blue. She felt a chill as the Pantoran woman's piercing gaze turned on her. This woman was a professional, Ti'ame could feel it. Unlike Ti, who lived the life but had not chose it, this woman radiated confidence and moved with a predatory grace of one who chose this life. None of these thoughts would show on her face, she was too well trained for that. But that didnt help dampen the slight twinge of fear that arose in her throat.

She was the only blue dancer at the Lusty Lekku... for now.

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[Lilith (8th TL)]

Cait tipped her head back and downed the last sip of the life giving liquid that was whisky. Closing her eyes to enjoy it until the sound of the door hissing prompted her to open them. Her crystal blue eyes immediately gluing to the blue, toned beauty that strutted into the room with an irresistible air of confidence.

"I um...I-I-I...um...yes," she stuttered trying to convince herself that her cheeks were not in fact turning a color that matched the woman's hair. If she was being honest with herself, she wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to say in the first place either.

She placed down her glass just as Tiame managed to come in the room. Cait didn't even mentally note Tiame's entrance though, not until the blue twi'lek placed a glass in front of her. Cait reached for the glass, clearing her throat and speaking, "Well lets see more..Uh. No. No. No I mean, lets see what you got then." That was embarrassing but what she didn't realize was that she was also tipping the glass back, near her face, as if she was drinking it, but it was instead pouring on her desk.

Cait was horrified when she realized what she was doing. Laughing awkwardly before clearing her throat again and placing the glass back on the table. "Tiame here will be your dance partner for the interview," Cait added, trying to focus on more than the soft, wonderful, feminine, blue, decently sized... uh eyes. Yes. The blue eyes on Tiame. She turned her attention to Tiame, signaling for the woman to make her way to the interviewee.

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[Tasha Blackwell]

To say that Tasha was amused was an understatement. She watched Cait’s eyes scan her up and down, and she didn’t mind one bit. In fact, she even playfully spun around to give a woman a full 360 view of all the assets she had to offer. Tasha tossed her hair over her shoulder, a smile always tugging at her lips. She gave a soft laugh at the sight of the woman missing where her drink was pouring, even her laugh the subtle sound of windchimes and with its own charm.

The yellow eyes turned to take in the fellow blue woman that walked in, the smile never leaving her face. She could sense the woman in the Force, but she could also tell the woman had no real grasp of it. Her signature was prominently felt, and the woman was an open book. Usually those that trained with the Force were always mindful of their signatures or how others could sense them. Nevertheless, it only amused Tasha further, and she wondered if even her boss knew she had managed to put shackles on a Force user. It was none of Tasha’s business to do anything about - she was only here to dance.

As the twi’lek asked if she wanted a drink, Tasha bit her lip a little, “Mm I think I’ll have myself a tall glass of you, Baby Blue,” She gave the woman a wink, stepping forward and barely hearing the comment about the dance partner. Tasha had already intended to dance with the woman, and she closed the distance between them. She grasped the woman’s delicate hand and tugged her close, slowly beginning to move and sway her hips. Her hands traveled down the twi’lek’s lithe body, her fingertips sliding down the groove of her back, just the way that’d make her arch back. Every gesture was practiced, every movement precise.

Within moments, she was moving with the twi’lek, leading them both in a sensual dance. Her hands traveled down the sides of the woman’s body, teasingly sliding along her thighs and flirting with the hem of her dress. Tasha kept her gaze on the twi’lek the whole time, pressing her own body against hers. She was close enough for the twi’lek to smell the intoxicating perfume and sense her almost assertive aura in the Force. The twi’lek wouldn’t be able to place why she sensed the latter, and that made the experience all the more exhilarating.

She pulled back just enough to twirl the twi’lek and tug her back towards herself. It was clear Tasha had done this many times before, and she wasn’t the least bit shy both about her own movements nor guiding the twi’lek along.

After doing a few more twirls, she brought the fellow blue woman towards the desk Cait sat at. She gently nudged the twi’lek down onto the desk onto her back, still confident in all her gestures. Tasha leaned down and hovered her face just barely inches above the twi’lek’s body. She began at the woman’s abdomen and worked her way up, moving up between her chest so she could feel her warm breath on her skin. As she came up towards the twi’lek’s face, Tasha looked up towards where she would now only be inches across from Cait herself. She smiled at the redhead as she reached over and took a sip of the woman’s whisky before setting it back down, “How am I doing?” She murmured quietly before pulling back from the desk entirely and casually bringing the twi’lek back up to dance with her again.

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[Ti'ame]

Ti'ame felt the woman's attention turn fully to her, the dancer's gaze piercing into her soul. Unable to maintain her composure, she glanced up to see the woman bite her lip as if in hungry anticipation.

“Mm I think I’ll have myself a tall glass of you, Baby Blue,”

Ti’ame's breath caught in her throat. Her heart fluttered as the stripper's golden iris was eclipsed by a long lashed blue lid. Ti'ame maintained enough presence of mind to set the drink tray down before she was swept away in a whirlwind of sensation.

She had been right. This woman was a professional. A spark seemed to leap between them as their fingers met, followed by the gentle yet demanding tug. The calculated glide of a hand down the small of her back to drive the breath from her body, lips parting slightly in exhale. Every sense seemed to be filled with the woman, the heady aroma of her perfume drove her mind crazy like zeltron pheromones. She could even feel the woman's predatory presence, dominating the room, and more prominantly, her.

Oh no... Am i- A partially rational thought forming only to be swept away as they began to dance. Her touch, her presence, her technique, it was all electric. Ti'ame melted in her arms as she tried her best to keep up, hands gliding across the Pantoran's dress, fingers digging lightly into skin as they traveled across the dark material.

And then she was spinning, her mind gasping for air as she was twirled away, only to be plunged back in moments later. The dance seemed to last for an eternity, Ti'ame finding clarity for brief moments as she swirled only to sink back in with every twirl.

oh no i'm- The gentle push on her chest forcing her back onto Cait's desk, gazing up at her drunken Mistress for a moment before her full attention was once more seized by Tasha, heart pounding in her ears as the subtle sensation of the womans breath on her stomach ripped Ti's gaze back to fall into those golden orbs.

Oh no... I'm in love with a stripper. The irony was lost on her however as the golden pools suddenly grew as she came face to face with Ti'ame before rising away from her. Desire grew within Ti'ame as Tasha's chest hung suspended above her for just a moment, the view dissapearing just as swiftly as she was tugged to her feet once more.

"Magical." Ti'ame whispered in response as they came face to face once more. A brief thought surfaced as she wondered if this was what her customers experienced when she danced for them. Ti'ame pressed into Tasha as they came back together, fingers gliding against her back and bodies interlocking as they danced, one of her lekku finding it's way to curl behind the Pantoran's neck insistently, Ti'ame exhaling in exhilaration as their blue lips passed close to eachother. She was enraptured, lost in the moment, and utterly smitten.

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[Lilith (8th TL)]

Cait's eyes fluttered when Tasha started to move towards Ti, just like her heart did; her breath catching for a handful of heartbeats while her eyes trailed down the small of Ti's back, till they landed somewhere else that could fit snugly in Cait's two hands. Quickly after, her eyes moved on to Tasha's toned body, causing Cait to bite her bottom lip absentmindedly.

This woman was truly a professional. Every move she made was deliberate. Every. Move. Including her eyes, something that some dancers forget about. Cait was, however, less interested in her eye movements and more interested in.... other areas. "S-so how did you end up on Nar Shaddaa mis-" she started, but stopped when the pair of ladies both leaned over the desk. Cait blinked a few times, going to grab her glass for a drink for reasons but spilling it instead by mistake. She could feel the liquid dripping down to her lap and towards the two other women, but tried to ignore it.

"You..." Cait cleared her throat and tried hide her blush with a hand near her face, "Are hired!" The moment she screamed the last two words however, she sprung to her feet and pulled out some credit chips from her pocket, sticking one in each girls bra's before nodding happily.

Was it a rash choice? Yes. Should she have run a background check or asked more questions? Yes. But... screw it. It was clear that Tasha would bring in lots of customers; something the Lusty Lekku was in desperate need of. If she was going to dig this place out of the hole, hiring experts was a good way to go. Plus, there was lots of time to get to know Tasha better while she wracked in credits.

"And you start now!" the young NOT!mistress sung happily, grabbing both Ti's and Tasha's hands and weaving her fingers between theirs, unless they jerked away. "I need to check if some potential troublemakers are still lingering around the LL. And if they're, I'll either have you girls deal with them or security, depending on how they react." Cait nodded towards a single human security guard before heading towards the emergency exit in her office.

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