You lean back in your seat, sipping slowly at the heavily alcoholic beverage. The music has just begun and you wonder why you ever agreed to this.

Dala was your friend, that's why. If she said she was in trouble and needed your help, you were there.

Tonight was different, however, and she asked you to watch her back as she met with a Republic informant. She was being paid a heafty sum to rat on her partners about some illegal cloning activities going on in the outer rim territories.

You are worried that Dala's activities will cause her more harm than good, but you agreed to help her.

You lean back in your seat, the leather you are wearing cracking slightly, and stare at the stage. You wish this informant would arrive so you can go on about your business.

The beat of the music increases and you smile as your friend steps out onto the stage. She is wearing a very small piece of metallic cloth, barely covering the essentials. Silence falls over the crowd and you cross your legs, eyes instantly glued to the stage with the rest of the patrons.

Fortunately, Dala has excellent connections in just every bar in the city. The owners fall over themselves to get her to dance for them. She makes good money but usually at the expense of her own safety.

You casually glance toward the bar and see two very familiar faces watching the dancing with amused looks.

You lick you lips and stare at the men. They are completely oblivious to your gaze as they watch Dala remove one shoulder strap and then the other, her breasts falling heavily into her hands.

You watch the shorter of the two sip hesitantly at his drink and you chuckle when he appears to choke on the colored liquid.

You can't help but notice his arousal as he watches Dala shake her shapely body on the stage in front of them.

Your grin fades when you see a pair of blue eyes staring at you, burning you with their intensity . You gasp. He's seen you.

You see the Master bend over and whisper something to his apprentice and shudder when he begins to move through the crowd toward you.

The crowd parts easily, many not caring about being pushed aside by this giant of a man. They are only concerned with watching Dala shake her assets on the stage in front of them.

The younger man cocks his head and looks in your direction, nodding slowly at whatever his Master has said.

You realize that you've slouched forward in you seat and lean back when he reaches your table. You cross your arms over your skin tight leather vest and grin widely.

You see him scan you with that piercing gaze and tug your eyes from his face and down the slimming dark clothing clinging to his body.

"What is such a respectable man such as yourself doing in an establishment such as this?" You drop your gaze and look at him through painted eyelashes.

"Business, and you?" He moves to lean over the small table and you can't help but look down the very open front of his dark silk shirt. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, creating an even more sensual musk to surround his body.

"Oh yes. I conduct business here regularly."

"I'm sure that you do. Seems like a very good place to attract business."

You laugh at his carefully hidden jealousy. You sip your wine and lean forward, your lips barely touching his.

"Jinn, if I wanted to fuck anyone in this building, it would not be difficult to find a willing partner."

You see him clench his teeth, you are sure, to bite back a smart ass retort.

You slide your arm over to where his hand grips the table and brush your fingers around his wrist. You tug it and the rest of his body follows, sliding into the seat next to you. Your hand drops from his wrist to his dark-clad thigh and you give it a gentle squeeze. The muscles there tighten under your fingers.

"It's been too long." You whisper into his ear, your tongue darting out to lick at the rim.

"That it has." He responds with a certain amount of detachment and you frown. When you look at his face, you see that his eyes are fixated on the stage and onto Dala, who is now completely naked.

You fight back the spurt of jealousy you feel and slide your hand from his thigh to the juncture between his legs. You cup him a bit roughly through the black silk and are rewarded with a sharp jerk of his hips.

The tables shakes as his knees hit the small table in surprise. You catch your drink before it goes over and cast him a sultry smile.

"Leave your apprentice to be aroused by her. I think I can take it from here." You whisper and he watches as you reach to lower the privacy screen.

A large hand encircles your wrist, stopping you, and you frown.

"I am here on a mission. I don't have time for this."

You can hear the strain in his voice as well as the arousal.

"If you are here about the cloning facilities, you'll have to wait until she is done with her performance."

You are rewarded with a surprised look, his lips parted and eyes narrowed.

"So we have at least twenty minutes." You cup him harder and slide a nail along his stiffening member. "That long enough for you, big boy?"

He grunts and presses your fingers against the panel, lowering the screens you'd tried to close earlier. "I should ask you the same question."

You quickly unfasten the soft silk and slide your hand inside the loose material over his broad chest. "Oh quite long enough Master Jedi."

Your hands slide down the front of his shirt, removing the fastenings slowly. You push the material away from his shoulders and caress his broad chest. Your hands slide easily over the damp skin. You eye the noticeable bulge in his silk pants and lick your lips.

"Let's see if you are as tasty as I remember."

His hips jerk as your head dips to his thighs. You rub your cheek across the silk, parting it quickly so that his semi-hard member bounces into your waiting grip. Your tongue flicks along the tip and you stroke him a few times, drawing your hand quickly up his length.

You feel one hand tangle in your up-swept hair, the other one pushing the table away to give you easier access.

When your mouth covers him, you are rewarded with a muffled groan and a soft thud as his head hits the wall behind him.

His hand pushes you down forcing you to swallow his still lengthening cock.

You might as well get your taste now, because you won't be able to swallow him completely when he is fully erect.

Your head moves up and down his length, your tongue burning a trail along the sensitive underside. You feel him stiffen and pull away, using your hand to keep his shaft completely and painfully hard.

"My turn." You coo and straddle him.

He lifts his head and reaches for the short leather skirt, his hands sliding smoothly up your thighs.

You are suddenly very happy you'd decided to wear this particular style tonight. Even happier that you'd decided to wear a very thin undergarment which could be torn easily.

But he was the ever proper gentleman, much to your chagrin. He pushed the offending garment out of the way and plunged a single thick digit between your already slick folds.

Straddling him, you are nose to nose, and you take full advantage of this fact.

You capture his bottom lip and tug gently, generating the desired groan from his lips.

Calloused hands slide along the bare skin of your thighs, shoving the leather skirt to your waist. Nimble fingers unfasten the front of the leather bodice and your breasts spring free into his waiting hands.

His tongue invades your mouth while his thumbs trace small circles around your hardening nipples. When he covers the hard flesh and tugs sharply, you cry out.

You ride his fingers now as if they were his cock, arching your hips so that he will pay a bit more attention to your throbbing clit.

His slow teasing becomes annoying and you reach between your bodies to take firm hold of his weeping shaft.

"Now, now, this will not do." You whisper into his ear.

You wipe the pearly drops away and bite at his whiskered chin. "You'll ruin these beautiful pants."

"Then remove them," he growls and you slide off his thighs.

Wordlessly, he lifts his hips so you can slide the material to the floor. You give the vibrating shaft a quick lick before you stand and straddle him again.

"Have you missed this, lover?" You whisper, teasing him.

He arches his hips but you retain full control of his throbbing shaft, gripping it tightly, allowing it only as much contact as you choose.

"Very much." He growls, his hands coming down on your hips.

You part your folds with his soft head and sink onto his hips, slowly, savoring every inch as it slides into your wetness.

His eyes flutter closed as you sink slowly, your hand stroking between your joined bodies.

You lift your hips quickly, letting the cool air wisp across his wet cock. His startled expression and gasp cause you to grin widely.

"No more torture tonight, my love," You whisper and sink onto him, taking his entire length in one movement.

You close your eyes as his thickness stretches and fills you. You immediately begin to rise and fall on his thighs, his strong hands gripping your hips and speeding the pace.

One hand snakes between you and begins to rub quickly over your clit, driving you to a hard, fast climax. As you shudder above him, he groans into your neck, biting it in an effort to remain relatively quiet.

He has taken over raising and dropping you now, the pace frantic as he struggles to hit just the right spot, find just the right amount of friction to drive him over the edge.

You tighten yourself around him, squeezing his hardness.

He has a mission to complete and so do you. Neither of you is doing very well at the moment at completing that mission.

You can hear the music winding down outside the screen and you hear him grunt in frustration.

You clench your muscles and slide off him ignoring his whimpering protest.

You drop to your knees immediately, stroking him with your hands moments before engulfing as much of his thick length onto your mouth as possible.

He groans deeply and you can feel his whole body vibrate.

You cup his sac as you suck him, squeezing gently, urging him to a quick climax. You feel his body shudder as you lick along the rim and sensitive underside. You lick the weeping tip, sucking down the salty taste as it passes between your lips.

When your mouth again envelops the soft head and begins to suck deeply, his body stiffens and you smile. You pull back just enough for him to shoot his hot liquid down the back of your throat. You swallow convulsively, determined not to let a drop spill from your lips.

You lick him clean and fall into his arms, swaying slowly to the music you can hear fading away from the stage.

"She's done. I'll take you into the back so you can meet with her in private." You whisper and he nods slowly.

You straighten your clothing and his before raising the privacy screen once again.

No one is paying any attention to your little corner, except for the glimmer in the eyes of the Jedi apprentice still standing at the bar.

Chapter 2

You walk toward the back room, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan following closely behind you, stopping only when security blocks your way.

You raise your hand, slip an ID chip into the reader and the man steps back, allowing you to pass.

He prepares to stop the two men and you immediately slide your arms around them. "They're with me."

You receive no further harassment as you make your way through the maze of hallways until you reach a small door near the back.

"Dala?" You call and the young woman turns, clothing barely covering her slim body.

"KK?" Dala smiles. "Glad you could make it."

Dala eyes the two Jedi and licks her lips. "What have you brought me?"

"Your contacts." Qui-Gon stepped forward and extended his hand. "I'm Qui-Gon Jinn. " He turned to his apprentice. "And this is Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Dala stared at the two men and smiled. " Well I didn't know the Republic had such handsome men in its service."

"Fill them in Dala," You lean against Jinn, making it quite clear to your friend that he belongs to you.

"Hmm, I think I'd rather them fill me…"

You stare at your friend and indicate Obi-Wan with a quick nod.

She nods in understanding and wraps her arms around Obi-Wan's waist, leading him to a seat.

"Sit please," Dala extends her hand and Qui-Gon sits slowly, years of experience betraying his unease.

You sit on the edge and drop your arm onto the back of the chair. You play with strands of Qui-Gon's hair as Dala begins.

Dala turns and pulls a large packet from beneath a secret drawer and extends it to Qui-Gon. "This is the information I have. I can't give you any more. This room could be bugged for all I know."

Qui-Gon takes the materials and began to leaf through them. "You know if this information is incorrect, the Republic will not be happy."

"I'm quite aware of how happy the Republic is with me right now. I can assure you that is the most current information that I have."

"Then we will accept it."

Qui-Gon moves to stand but your hand grips his hair, keeping him in place. You wink to Dala and she takes Obi-Wan's hand.

"I do have something I would like to show you, however." She pulls Obi-Wan to his feet and motions to Qui-Gon.

"KK will keep you occupied. We'll be right back."

Qui-Gon's eyes narrow as the hooker leads his apprentice through a back door. He sighs deeply and turns to you. "KK?"

You laugh. "An old nickname."

When he nods you wrap your arms around his neck and draw him into a searching kiss.

"We…"

"Why do you think she left us alone?" You whisper and slide around to the front of the seat. You straddle him quickly, one hand resting on his shoulder, the other dropping to fondle him through the thin silk of his pants.

"Certainly not to have sex in her dressing room."

You laugh and reach for the fastenings of the leather bodice. They come apart easily and he is nearly suffocated with two plump mounds falling towards his face.

He grips your flesh in large, strong hands and begins to squeeze, his thumb brushing roughly over your nipples, hardening them instantly.

When his hands roam down your abdomen, you slide off his lap and shoot him a nasty smile.

You slowly reach for the fastenings of your leather skirt, sliding it slowly down your hips. Inch by inch, your creamy skin is revealed to him.

He shifts uncomfortably and you can see his shaft rising within the confines of the silk.

You drop the skirt atop the vest and kneel at his feet, spreading his thighs with a gentle hand.

"I'd like to take care of this problem you seem to have," You whisper and slide your hands over the silk-covered arousal.

His hips arch involuntarily at the contact and you lean down to press your face against the stiffness. His hands immediately fly to your hair, tangling it within his fingers.

You breathe hotly against the silk, heating it, and his head lolls back onto the chair. You bite into the material, grazing his hardness with your teeth and he groans deeply. You smile into the fabric and nuzzle him again, exacting a growl from his lips.

Nimble fingers begin to unfasten the front of his pants and he lifts his hips expectantly.

You grin, flatten your palm against a rock hard thigh, and press him into the seat.

"Not yet, Stallion. Patience is a virtue you Jedi value."

"Not when you are…"

He tosses his head back and lets out a rather loud groan as your hands slip inside the now unfastened silk. The material hangs open as caress him with your fingertips, slipping beneath the heavy length to scrape your nails along his sac.

His hips arch into your hand and you cannot help but grasp the thickness that vibrates at your fingertips.

You carefully lift him from the dark silk and begin to rub the hardening shaft against your smooth cheek. He groans and you can feel drops of wetness coat your skin.

"Now, now, Jedi. Control. You've learned it. Now practice it." You coo and press a chaste kiss to the tip of his weeping shaft.

You tongue him slowly, drawing each tortured gasp from his lips before continuing down his rigid length.

You cup his sac, squeezing when he groans, drawing a bit more of the clear liquid onto the tip. You lick it away slowly, delving your tongue into the slit. His hands tighten around your head and you almost gag as he thrusts into your mouth. You pull away sharply and stand, glaring down at him.

"Take care of it yourself for that, Jedi." You lean back against the make-up table and watch him war with his control.

He could easily bend you over and forcefully take you. Wetness seeps down your bare thighs at the thought. But he could also sit there and bring himself to a quick climax, something he would not be happy about doing.

Would his desire or pride win out?

You don't have long to wait.

You watch long fingers grip the heavy shaft and begin to stroke it slowly. You watch his eyes close and his tight whisper. "You want this as much as I. You will not win this little game."

One hand squeezes his sac as the other moves more quickly over, up and down his rigid staff. He moans slightly and you grumble.

Just as you are about to move toward him, he stands and grips your shoulders, his loosened pants falling to pool around his ankles.

You flash him a grin as he turns you around sharply. You grasp the edge of the table just as he quickly sheaths himself in one quick stroke.

You groan and spread your thighs, pushing your backside against him. Long fingers wrap tightly around your thighs, holding you in place as his hips slam into yours. The sound of skin slapping skin, you are certain, can be heard in the other rooms, but you don't care. All you care about is feeling this man's rock hard cock, filling you, thrusting within you, stretching you.

You can feel his strokes become hard and short and you know he is near. Your teasing accomplished this. Without warning, he pulls out completely, leaving you hollow and empty for a moment, before he slams his hips into you one last time, driving his cock deep and his essence even deeper. You feel the warm flow begin to spread and close your eyes, reveling in its heat.

He slides out of you and turns you to face him. He drops a deep kiss on your lips before he lifts you into his arms and sits you onto the long table. He spreads your thighs and pulls you toward the edge.

Before you can say a word, he is on his knees in front of you, tongue delving into your sweetness.

You are soaked, with his fluid and yours, yet he continues to lap and suck at you until you feel the coil within your loins snap. You fill his mouth and the table before collapsing against the back wall in exhaustion.

He stands and gathers you into his arms, pressing short kisses into your temple. He returns to the seat you'd just vacated and cradles you, murmuring incoherent phrases into your ear. Your post-coital bliss is interrupted as you hear loud grunting coming from the other side of the wall. Moans, wailing, the unmistakable slapping of skin on skin can be heard and you look into his clouded gaze as he shoots you a tired by satisfied grin.

"I'm glad your friend was able to keep Obi-Wan occupied."

The End