Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously.
Qo'el's rescue had gone smoothly enough. The Republic wasn't eager to have the fact that it was torturing prisoners revealed, so a few borrowed files assured her continued safety. The guards hadn't been any more eager to face down a heavily armed mercenary, rather than the restrained and beaten prisoners they were used to. The rest of the database he took because he was feeling a bit vindictive. While in there system, he'd also lifted the classified recordings of Ord Mantel's rich and powerful and their corruption which the Republic used to keep the locals in line. He might have been more than a little bit vindictive.
The redheaded beauty couldn't have been more than twenty years old. The thought of her being tortured...well, actually it led rather inexorably to thoughts of her not being tortured. Admittedly, for Sulmad this was not an unusual experience as most thoughts ended with him naked on a pile of money, surrounded by his harem of beautiful, loyal protectors/wives/whores.
She followed Sulmad to the quiet corner where he pulled out his holo-phone and punched in Lamalla Rann's code. The fellatrix, famous more for her reporting skills amongst those not in the know, answered with a purred suggestion before she saw the redhead behind him. Eyes widening as she wondered if the smuggler was following through on selling off the four bouts of oral sex she still owed him. Shoulders covered by a thin nightrobe shrugged to herself as she concluded there were worse people to lick than pretty redheaded girls. She would know.
A few brief comments that gave no indication what he was planning later, Sulmad was on his way to the reporters hotel room, with the liberated woman trailing behind him. Lamalla Rann's off duty clothes had a very definitive feel of on duty, just a different sort of duty, a sort accomplished in the bedroom, not pounding a beat, though pounding might well be a part of it. The unneeded bra did not so much cover as entice, her robe was transparent and open though it could be belted shut and her panties were a masterwork in almost, but not quite concealing the fact that she could be fucked without even needing to shove them aside. Her hair was free of the ridiculous styles of the nobility and hung in a brown wave to the small of her back, framing her face and curves in a very attractive manner.
Sulmad smiled.
Qo'el stared.
"Qo'el here has a story for you and I've got the documentation you need to prove it. Should be worth a couple of those prizes you journalists are so crazy for."
"If so, you'll get what you're crazy for." Lamalla whispered, hugging him. Her whisper was not so quietly the redhead couldn't hear. She didn't miss the woman's breasts pressing against Sulmad, or the lusty smile he gave as he hugged her in greeting.
Qo'el blushed and tried to look worldly at the same time, then settled for just telling her story, talking directly into the holocamera Lamalla made appear, putting the question of why the reporter had a tiny holocamera in her bedroom out of her mind.
Lamalla had her pouring out her story in no time. A few questions from off camera redirected her flow into a coherent narrative. With that done, the reporter excused herself and dragged Sulmad over to the computer terminal so he could download his files. As he worked she hugged him tightly from behind, breasts pressing against the back of his head like delightful, if artificial, pillows. "Kidnapping, torture, rape, misappropriation of government funds and personnel, corruption, how could it be any better?" She whispered, this time so the woman slowly relaxing on her couch couldn't hear.
He glanced up at her. The veteran reporter didn't blush. "I mean as a story, not a series of events that actually occurred."
"I know."
"Speaking of actual events, was she?" Lamalla let the question hang, unfinished.
"No. Or, at least, not as far as I can tell. I got there before they processed her in, but there should be plenty of names in here for you to go looking for." He said as he finished the file transfer.
"If this story is as big as you think and I think, then I owe you anything you want, whenever you want it, within reasonable limits." She added, considering that while the story would do her career serious good, getting fucked live on the air wouldn't. Or at least, not with the right people. Hands ran down the armored shirt to the armor that protected his prick.
He caught them. "Why don't you go say thank you to the woman who's willing to appear on camera and talk about her experiences." Sulmad suggested, loudly enough that Qo'el could hear. She perked right up as the beautiful older woman straightened and swayed over to the couch.
Sulmad couldn't hear what she whispered to the younger woman as he carefully ripped a copy of the reporter's files and erased his tracks. Lamalla might have been a nympho, but she had a good record for sniffing out (or sucking out) stories and there were one or two threads he'd be happy to follow up on, if she'd found anything about them. Whatever the reporter said made the redhead blush furiously, smile shyly and start pulling off her top, shooting glances at the smuggler's back that were an enticing mix of embarrassment and arousal.
By the time he finished covering his tracks, Lamalla was already on her knees, face buried between Qo'el's thighs as she worked the woman's cunt furiously. The younger woman's hands were on the reporter's head, trying to shove her entire head into her suddenly sopping pussy as she moaned and writhed against the nympho's skilled ministrations.
