Miley hurried through the dark streets of Hassau Port, her heart still racing from her encounter with Jeska Na at the House. Not only had she fucked a man for the first time in what felt like forever, it was also the first time since meeting Orllah that she hadn't been the sub. It was a strange feeling, not having to ask to do things or beg permission to cum. She had enjoyed herself, and Jeska was certainly an incredible woman, but she was looking forward to crawling back into bed beside Orllah when the night was over.
She looked up as she turned a corner to see a throng of people spilling across the street. They were shouting and jeering and she heard the unmistakable crashes of a bar fight followed by the whistle of a squad of city guard as they came jogging up the street behind her. She looked around, not wanting to get caught in the crowd or swept up by the guard. There was an alleyway to her right. It was dark and full of shadowy hiding spots but it would be an effective shortcut and would make sure she bypassed any trouble at the bar.
She set off into the alley at a brisk walk, her hand drifting cautiously to the blaster that Orllah had given her. Her boots echoed loudly off the buildings that loomed either side of her and she was just staring to get an uneasy feeling when someone emerged from behind a trash bin ahead of her.
"Evening, gorgeous," he said cheerfully as he leaned against the bin.
She smiled coldy, pushing past him and keeping her head down.
"Where ya goin'?" he called after her and that was when she knew she'd made a mistake. Ahead of her, a lanky Rodian and stepped from his hiding spot whilst the big man now completely barred her path back the way she had come.
"See? No need to rush," he said.
Miley pulled the blaster from her hip and held it up, moving the barrel from man to the Rodian. She had used a blaster before. Madame Elza had always kept some stashed away in the house to deal with overly friendly customers and had made sure all her subs were properly trained in their use. Still, she wasn't overly fond of her chances.
The man looked slightly bemused by the weapon "Easy, darlin'" he said, holding up his hands. "We just wanna talk."
"Who are you?" Miley hissed.
"Concerned citizens," he replied. "We just want to make sure you know what you've got yourself mixed up in? That Sith bitch is bad news."
"I think I can handle myself," she hissed with more confidence than she truly felt.
The man chuckled, still keeping his hands up. He had gold teeth and a nasty scar over his left eye. "I don't doubt it," he growled. "Thing is though, that there are some people that don't like what the tail-head is doing. She's sticking her nose where it don't belong, messing things up for everyone else."
"I'm pretty sure most of Hassau would disagree with you," Miley shot back. She was looking for an exit route. Any way to slip past the goons that were blocking the exit. They were holding their position for now, but she doubted she could keep them talking for much longer.
"Why don't you come with us?" the man said, lowering his hands to sweep back the overcoat he wore to reveal a pair of blasters. "You can explain to the boss why you think that bitch should stay in her palace."
The Rodian took a step closer, his own long fingers also curled around a blaster. Miley's throat was dry and it took all her courage to stop her hand trembling. "I won't be a bargaining chip in whatever sick game you're playing!" she spat and without realising it, she had pulled the trigger.
The Rodian swore as her shot struck him in the shoulder, his own reactionary shot flying wide into the side of the alley. Miley dove for a pair of bins beside her, the big man's blasters trailing her as she ducked between them, her hands over her head.
"Gah! I'm gonna kill that fuckin' bitch!" the Rodian squealed.
"Easy, Fredda," the man growled before turning to speak to Miley. "That was a mistake girl," he said sinisterly. "Now Fredda here ain't gonna kill ya, but I reckon he's owed somethin' for that burn you've give him. Come out and I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you too bad."
"Let me go!" Miley called back, her heart pounding in her chest. "If you walk away now I promise that Orllah doesn't need to know about any of this."
The man barked a laugh. "That bitch is gonna get what's comin' to her!" he shot back. "Don't make it hard for us, darlin'. I don't wanna see that pretty face of your's messed up."
Miley swallowed, her knuckles white from gripping her pistol so tightly. She fumbled in her pocket for her comlink and swore under her breath as she realised they were jamming her transmissions. She was on her own. She slid down onto her knees and peered beneath the bins. She could see the man's feet advancing slowly towards her, the Rodian closing in from the other direction. She could maybe take one of them, but doubted she could get them both. Still, what other choice did she have?
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, she leapt out from the bins and squeezed the trigger. The Rodian was knocked backwards with a grunt as a second shot rang out. She flinched but felt no burning sensation anywhere on her body. She wheeled around to see the man slumped on the ground, clutching at his own shoulder. Jeska stood over him, smoke curling upwards from the barrel of her own pistol.
"My, my," she said. "You are having a busy night."
Miley ran to her and threw her arms around the Togrutan, a silent sob escaping her lips as she did so. "What are you doing here?" she managed eventually.
