16 ABY.
The modified pleasure yacht
Lady Luck
shut off its running lights before quietly coasting past the invisible demarcation line that signaled entry into the Koornacht Cluster. A globe of mottled green and brown hung large in the forward viewport: one of seventeen known planets in this system, as well as one of the few not controlled by the brutal and secretive Yevetha.
Lando Calrissian punched a blinking button on the console in front of him and leaned back in his seat. He smiled around his cigarra, taking a long puff while listening to the lovely thrum of his ship as it glided through the cold darkness of space. The end of a long journey was always welcome, but today he had even more reason to be happy: for after a month of hard work, he was finally about to get some.
Wet footsteps preceded Mara Jade's arrival, her long golden-red hair damp and frizzy as she strutted into the cockpit wearing a towel so small it barely covered her firm backside. It was the most she had let him see all morning, the stunning thirty-five-year-old going right from her bed to the shower and teasing him with glimpses of her statuesque 178-centimeter body before steam fully engulfed the hidden security cam she pretended not to know about.
"Well, what did he want?" she* asked as she dropped into the seat beside him, the towel barely containing her firm 34Cs. Penetrating green eyes took everything in with a single glance, her fingertips dancing across the controls with a familiarity that would have made Lando jealous for his ship had she been anyone else.
Lando cleared his throat and focused on the planet in front of him. He had worked hard over the past weeks to get her to this point, ignoring every warning and every threat and depending entirely on his famous roguish charm to wear down her defenses--and he wasn't about to risk it all on a misplaced glance. Mara was proud of her perfect body, arrogant about it even, but one could never know when her mood might swing in the opposite direction. Better to play it safe, as Han liked to say, and live to fight another day.
"The usual," Lando said. "Be careful. Try not to hurt anyone. Don't do anything illegal."
Mara laughed. It was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. "That's our Luke, always obeying the law."
Lando cleared his throat again and tried to ignore the tightness in his chest. There was something going on between her and Luke, and although she denied it, it was more than obvious to anyone who saw them together. That ate at Lando, a man so smooth he had talked countless senators and queens into his bed; because if the rumors were true, then everyone who was anyone had been with Mara, including his old buddy Han.
Lando shook his head at the memory of Han winking and flashing that lopsided grin when asked if he and Luke had really double-teamed the redheaded vixen like the holorags said.
Mara peered out the viewport, scanning a freighter vessel as it floated past. "I don't need the Force to know what you're thinking, Lando." She turned in her chair to face him. "Luke isn't my boyfriend. So knock it off."
"I'm hurt," Lando said, holding back a grin. "Really, I am."
He grabbed a datapad and handed it to Mara. She gave it a quick once-over before setting it aside.
"All kidding aside, Mara, Luke is right to be cautious. The Yevetha aren't a species we should take lightly. They hate humans--really hate them. If they catch you, a quick death is the best you can hope for."
"I'm not worried," Mara said. She stood up, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "But I'm glad to know you are."
She bumped him with her hip before walking away.
Lando watched her leave, his grin growing longer. Then he spun around and got back to work, narrowing his dark eyes and firming his jaw while he willed his ship to go just a little faster.
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The cabin lights were turned very low, just bright enough for him to make out Mara's enchanting form. It was impossible to tell whether or not she was still wearing the towel.
"About time," she purred, her voice making him shudder. She handed him a drink, which he downed in one swallow. "Ah," Lando hissed, throwing the glass over his shoulder. "Goes down easy."
"
Gods
, Lando. I'm right here!"
Mara laughed, feigning embarrassment before clapping her hands together. The lights came back up, revealing to Lando that the towel was indeed gone.
She took a seat in a plush lounger and crossed her legs. Lando tried not to stare, smiling politely at her attempted humor while wondering whether or not they were the longest he had ever seen.
He didn't try hard enough, tearing his eyes from her inverted triangle of lustrous red-gold pubic hair to find her studying him.
"Oh look," Mara said, flicking her left breast. "Jiggly."
Lando undid the top button on his vest and tugged at his collar. "It's really hot in here. Are you hot?"
Mara tilted her head, smirking. "What did you do with the real Lando?"
She uncrossed her legs and slowly parted them.
"You've been after this forever. Come take it, if you think you're man enough."
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They charged into the cockpit: Lando's tongue buried in Mara's mouth, her legs wrapped around his waist. He slammed her down on the command console, pinning her there while he undid his pants.
"Wait," he said, looking through the viewport. "They'll see us."
"They won't see us," Mara groaned impatiently.
"I'm pretty sure they can see us. Look, that one's waving!"
"So let 'em watch." She kissed him hard, all tongue. "Give it to me, Lando! Kriff me like one of your Twi'lek whores!"
Lando wasn't about to deny her anything, pulling his cock free and guiding it between her strong thighs. Mara reached down to help, both of them groaning loudly when it finally penetrated.
"Oh--oh," Mara sighed. "It's bigger than I thought."
Lando was speechless. It was like sliding into a damp furnace lined with the most expensive shimmersilk credits could buy, the old smuggler gasping as he buried himself deep inside and deciding that this one was easily worth a dozen Leia Organas.
