The following story takes place after the events of Jaina's Discovery, soon after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War.
Jaina's Fetish Shopping Trip
Prologue. . . Immediately after the events of
Jaina's Discovery. . .
"You want me to do
what
?" Alema Rar asked in annoyance.
Lando sighed, then told her again, a little more diplomatically. "I just need you to do a private dance for Chief Gosska," he said calmly.
"So that's why you wanted me to wear this Jabba slavegirl outfit!" Alema Rar shouted, with a stamp of her fifteen-centimeter heel.
Not that I'm complaining about the outfit,
she added silently.
Lando sighed again. Then he stepped over, and put his hands on the Twi'lek girl's shoulders. "Look, the thing is, I sort of promised him a private dance from you," he explained. "And he sent the Jabba slavegirl outfit over for you to wear too," he added.
He didn't mention the fact that Jaina had tried on and gotten trapped in an identical
Jabba the Hutt Slavegirl Outfit
that morning. He also didn't mention that that outfit had belonged to Jaina's mother, Leia.
When Lando had opened the container and saw the outfit, he had panicked at first, thinking Gosska had discovered Jaina's true identity, and was trying to blackmail him. The Hutt ran the Maglev Security Force, a legitimate law enforcement agency, but he didn't let that stop him from being a Hutt when it suited him. Earlier that day, some of his officers had pulled Jaina Solo aside for an 'additional security check,' which was a euphemism for 'humiliating strip-search.' The officers had let Lando go, so he took Leia's
Jabba the Hutt Slavegirl Outfit
that Jaina had been wearing back to Han and Leia's apartment. Lando, being the gentleman he was, immediately called Gosska, who was one of his best customers, and secured Jaina's release. All he had to do was promise the Hutt a private dance from Alema Rar.
Then, when Lando read the message explaining that the Hutt wanted to see Nu'map'ak in it, he smiled with anticipation. That was Alema Rar's stage name, and getting to see her in that outfit would be worth having to convince her to dance for the Hutt. Then he thought of Alema Rar and Jaina dancing side-by-side, both wearing the outfit. . .
Alema Rar stared up at him, unconcerned. "So." A slight breeze made her laasha silks flutter.
That explained the expensive Jabba slavegirl outfit,
she thought. She wouldn't even mind thanking Gosska for such a nice gift.
Got to get the locks re-programmed, and have it scanned for messages or other surprises though,
she thought, thinking of the surprise Gosska had put on the first dress he had given her.
Lando sighed once again. "I'll waive the house's cut of your tips for the next two nights," he offered.
The barest trace of a smile crossed Alema Rar's lips. "Five nights, and of my choice," she countered.
The Second Fleet was coming to Coruscant next week, and the Fifth in two months. Alema Rar knew she would make a whole lot more credits with over two hundred thousand Galactic Alliance crewmen on leave, not that they would all be at Club Calrissian.
Lando's eyes popped open. "No Way! Three nights, tops! And not next week!" he replied loudly.
Alema Rar allowed herself a bit more of a smile.
So he doesn't know about the Fifth,
she thought. "Fine, not next week," she agreed. "But four nights," she added.
Lando frowned for a moment. "Okay, four nights, your choice, not next week," he agreed. Then he held up a finger, as if to make a point. "But you have to use them within the next sixty days, or you lose them," he said firmly.
Alema Rar paused dramatically. Her sources had the Fifth coming in in forty-five to fifty days. "We have a deal," she said, then smiled triumphantly.
Lando stared back at her suspiciously. "Good," he replied after a moment's hesitation. Then he flashed her his usual roguish smile, and spun her around. "Now get out there and shake that credit creator," he said as he slapped her ass.
"I bet you say that to all the girls," Alema Rar said as she strutted towards the door, laughing triumphantly.
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Later that evening. . .
"Ah, my dear Nu'map'ak," Gosska the Hutt said with a satisfied sigh. "You are the best dancer on all of Coruscant!" he declared as he tugged on her leash.
Alema Rar smiled up at him. Currently she was stretched out on his repulsor sled in front of him, resting after her lengthy, and energetic, dance. With one hand she reached down to adjust the laasha silk on her Jabba the Hutt Slavegirl outfit. "Aw, thanks, Chief Gosska," she replied sweetly.
"And thank you so much for wearing that outfit for me," he added. "I saw Calrissian's new girl in it today, and wanted to see her dance for me, but you are even better!" he assured her.
Alema Rar frowned slightly. Lando or Tendra hadn't mentioned any new dancers to her. In fact, as far as she knew, Lando had only been around one person today, other than TendraβJaina Solo, whom she had had to loan a dress to. Alema Rar had also picked up Jaina's lightsaber and flight suit, and taken it to her. Then she had had to take her nearly seven hundred klicks to her base.
Suspicion began to form in Alema Rar's mind.
"Hey, Chief Gosska, do you happen to have a holo of this new girl?" she asked him innocently.
"HO HO HO," Gosska replied with booming laughter. "So you want to check out the competition?"
"Got me," she answered with a shrug and a smile. Then she rubbed his rough, sweaty belly adoringly.
Gosska rumbled in pleasure for a moment. "I've got lots of security footage," he assured her. Then he punched a couple of buttons on his repulsor sled's control panel, and an image appeared on the holoscreen on the wall.
On the one-meter holoscreen was an image of Jaina Solo and Lando Calrissian, both standing in the middle of a crowded maglev car. Jaina was wearing the black dress that Gosska had given to Alema Rar a couple of weeks ago. A gold slave collar was around her neck, along with matching armbands and bracelets, just like Alema Rar was wearing now. Under the dress, Alema Rar could make out the edge of the gold durasteel bra.
So Jaina's a little kinky,
Alema Rar thought with amusement.
I'll have to help her get even kinkier.
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Nearly two months later. . .
Jaina Solo ran through another Jedi calming exercise as she climbed out of the air-taxi. Almost immediately, she sensed a couple of men checking her out. Even though she was wearing a nondescript black and gray jumpsuit, she sensed their attention linger for a few seconds. Perhaps it was the sexiness the twelve-centimeter heels she was wearing gave her stride. Or perhaps it was her natural good looks.
Frakk, I'm turning into Alema Rar
, Jaina thought with exasperation.
It had been nearly two months since she had tried on her mom's Jabba the Hutt Slavegirl Outfit, and been trapped in it. During that time she found she couldn't get the thought of wearing it again out of her mind. Well, not
it
exactly, but parts of it. Along with something else. This brought her back to the All Species Pleasure Boutique.
At first, she had started borrowing things from Alema Rar. Soon though, the Twi'lek started pushing her into more and more risque outfits and situations, even to the point of trying to get her to dance in a cage at Lando's club. It had been Alema Rar that had talked her into going back to the Maglev station dressed like a slut.
When Jaina was getting strip-searched by the security officers, her pussy was dripping with excitement. Afterwards, she couldn't believe how stupid she had been. If she was discovered, it would ruin her life. Finally, Jaina decided that she had to find what she needed on her own.