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.