The Watering Hole [Socorro] (Conman, Slender)

As horrifying as it was to realize it, Bax and Joco had more than a few things in common. This wouldn’t be so strange if Joco had been a regular hutt and all, I mean who wouldn’t want to live in decadence, being waited on by women in metal bikinis, but he was definitely an oddball among his race. The junker had known from the get go that the hutt was a fan of certain antiques, but he’d never imagined to an even greater extent that even him.

Being cramped on a turbo lift with Joco’s sweaty, hairy folds had been a hell upon itself, but the doors parted to reveal a majestic heaven. The room must’ve been perhaps three times the size of the hanger, this time actually having prefabricated walls and floors over all of the red rock. However, the thing that made the room divine were the rows upon rows of podiums with glass cases on top.

Within each of them was some piece of galactic history that made Bax nearly drool as got nearer. The conversation started off as one sided at first, as Joco just gushed with pride from every orifice over his efforts to collect each one, then evened out as the junker flexed his knowledge to show the hutt who he was dealing with. The two of them were honestly having a good time.

It was going to make it that much harder to nab all this stuff later with a straight face.

The tour actually ended abruptly after that true treat, when Joco directed one of the commando druids to show him to he and the girl’s group quarters. At first he wondered if they’d complain about bunking with him, but quickly reached the conclusion that he didn’t care if they did or not. There was strength in numbers plain and simple. Plus, Kara confirmed he didn’t fart in his sleep. He didn’t have anything to worry about.

The accommodations Joco had set up for them seemed less of a room and more of a small mansion wing when Bax entered. The high ceiling and elegant décor made it hard to know for sure how big it was honestly, yet there was a noticeable echo when he whistled out of astonishment. From the door the floor was a vast mirror of polished marble, with cared steps leading down to two lounging areas, one on each side. Further back the shiny path divided into three branches, each he assumed led to a master bedroom.

More impressive were stairs on either side of the branching path entrances that lead up to a terrace, with plants visible all along the railing’s edge. From a speeder sized mirror on the dimmed ceiling one could see an enormous bath and/or hot tub.

First things first though, Bax reached into a pouch on each side of his belt, to pull out two small spheres from each one. “Full scans, maximum detection.” The junker stated plainly before tossing the miniature remotes into the air. Their tiny repulsors snapped to life, and they busily flew off with the revolving blue lights of their scanners playing over every each of the room.

It went without saying that the room had to have at least one surveillance tucked away someplace.

While waiting for the devices to give him their feedback, Bax slowly strolled along checking out their temporary new digs. He imagined Kara would like a place like this, maybe with a few more plants here and there for added ambience. The remotes returned to report when he was halfway up the stairs to the terrace, with surprisingly good news: only three bugs in the room.

“Zero in. Activating dampening field. Block output.” He added, in a relieved cadence, before reaching out to grab the remote that didn’t fly off to handle the peeper problem. Just three seemed an almost embarrassingly low number. Still, Bax wasn’t going to complain. On the contrary, not having to disable a dozen or more gave him more private time. After seeing that the tub on the terrace was already heated and treated, the junker immediately started stripping his clothes off. He was getting first dibs.

Further inspection revealed the tub was deeper than it looked at first glance, so Bax had no problem with jumping into the center with a huge splash. He stayed under for about a minute, just basking in the soothing warmth the water had, before surfacing with a grin and a triumphant laugh.

"Or two, or three," Ervisa conceded with a shrug. Of course she didn't have a great deal of time to ponder on that, the purple Twi'lek intervened once more, and soon they were headed off to join Bax. The purple woman was almost as... curvy was the kind euphemism, 'titsplosion' may have been a bit more accurate. But terms or no, the purple one was almost on Donnie's level. How exactly her minimal clothing stayed put given the wobble when she moved was a mystery, but it was one Ervisa didn't care for. Donnie on the other hand seemed enthralled in the looking.

The Mirialan opted instead to look around at the corridors they walked through. It was a mystery how exactly this place had been set up. It was a mix of red stone and vintage prefab. There was this particular pattern to CIS floors. The doors varied based on organization, but the floors all had this uniform pattern to it. Ervisa was, as a Mirialan, rather familiar with it. You couldn't throw a rock without hitting it on Mirial. So she knew CIS relics when she saw them, and this Hutt had bothered to either mimic the floor or get original examples. It was weird vintage though, like seeing an old hairstyle you'd forgotten about, and suddenly it's there, back from the dead. Or was it never gone at all, merely hiding?

The quarters, when they arrived, were a fair sight nicer. Marble everywhere. Silk. Lavishness. Ervisa blinked a few times. Then she stared down. Her tank top had some grease stains on it. It was damp from her sweat. The synthetic orange and black leather of her pants had dirt inside the textured grooves. Her boots had a layer of red dirt and grime stuck to them, and she was about to track it all over the nice floor. Well, too frelling bad. Invite rough-looking types, get rough treatment on the fancy. It was standard arrangement.

Course Joco or Loco or Broco or Taco the Hutt was probably just trying to dazzle. Joke was on him though, they were just going to rub dirt into the nice carpets. Of course there were nice carpets, it was requisite for the room.

Rifle still slung across her back, Ervisa promptly hoofed it up the steps to the terrace. As she reached the top, the athletic woman paused, her thick eyebrow rising in a look of surprise. There was a shirt. Following it yielded pants, socks, underwear. And then at the end of the trail was a bubbling tub of water, with a human man sitting in it. Ervisa leaned over the edge, resting her forearms on the lip and gave him 'a look.' It was the mixture of benign teasing and actual concern that could be pretty convincing.

"Lot of bubbles there, trying to hide what terrors lurk in the deeps?"

She dipped one hand into the water, which was extremely hot, and flipped it idly up into the air, shimmering droplets landing mostly back in the water.

Ervi and Donnie took separate paths after finding their ways to their new digs, after arriving. Ervi took off up the stairs, Donnie decided to take a peek at the downstairs. Namely, the bedrooms, hoping she could get a jump start on the other two and claim one as hers before they could. As Evi headed off in search of whatever, Donnie headed forward and was rewarded by finding the bedrooms. She took the one on the left, and pushed the button to open the door, it whooshing open, revealing a very well appointed, very marbled, bedroom. In the middle was the bed, as she'dve expected, with a pair of ornate nightstands beside, each topped with an equally ornate lamp. At the foot of the bed lay a sort of cushioned looking bench. Across from her, occupying a space in the opposite wall, was a doorway to what she assumed was a balcony. 

The woman strode in and looked at the dresser that sat across from the foot of the bed, topped by an ornate mirror. She stopped and looked at herself, astonished by just how dirty she was. It took Donnie a second or two to realize that she'd been shot at, blown up, and crawled around on the deck of a dirty skiff all in the past hour. She shook her head, and went on exploring, continuing past the dresser and stopping at the sliding door to the balcony. Donnie parted the drapes and looked out, seeing not much, as the balcony's lights were bouncing in the window and obscuring any details of the landscape. The Twi'lek sighed, and let the drapes go, and turned around, her eyes going wide upon seeing the wall opposite the bed, which had been obscured by the short entrance hallway she'd passed through to get into the room....

A fully stocked minibar. 

Donnie finally, after what felt like minutes, realized she was staring, mouth somewhat agape, with a stupid smirk. She didn't even bother going around the bed, and just crawled over it, swinging her legs off the other side and taking the step and a half to close the distance to the booze. It took the Twi'lek a few seconds of scanning labels to be able to figure out what everything was. She was used to most things being labeled in Huttese script, but some of the more expensive and nicer booze tended to be labeled in Aurebesh. Looking somewhat silly, probably, she surmised, Donnie stood there, right arm somewhat outstretched pointing at letters as she sounded out the names, recognizing the ones she liked. After a few minutes, the woman was headed out of the room, 5 bottles in hand. One vodka, one a very nice Corellian Whiskey, one a very nice Jogan Fruit liquer, and a chocolate and a mint bottle for mixing. 

Donnie walked at a brisk pace, hoping wherever the other two were had cups...and ice. She'd need ice, the woman surmised, climbing the stairs. 

About to call out to the pair, after climbing the last few steps, she spotted an opportunity for hilarity. Ervi was bent over, talking with Bax about something...

Right...

Beside...

A Hottub...

Donnie's eyes went wide. Not only could she probably sneak up on the Mirilan and push her in, but the angle she was at gave Donnie the best seat in the house to a view of her butt. 

And what a view....The way those pants stretched, the tiny bit of what Donnie assumed was her thong showing above the belt line...the Twi'lek half considered just standing where she was, one step down from the top of the stairs, and taking a pic with her spacefone for when she had alone time....

Donnie shook her head, resolving to take her opportunity. Quietly, she set the bottles down at the top of the steps, and moved up them. Careful to make sure she was as quiet as she could be, hands moving from her sides forward, and finally in front of her midsection, getting prepared to grope the green booty. As she crept, Donnie bit her tongue and did her best not to giggle, Ervi was still just standing there, ass up in the air, for all to see, as Doneeda crept ever closer, hands opening wide as she closed into striking distance. The woman, locking eyes with Bax for a moment, put a finger to her lips with a toothy grin. 

After what felt like an agonizing time stalking her prey, Donnie was within an arms length of the woman. She put her hands down, as if to cup, stepped into it, and grabbed.

HEY!

She shouted as her hands closed on the Mirilan's ass, feeling as good as it looked. Doneeda, however, wasn't done, and before Ervi could react, she re positioned her hands to the Mirilan's hips, used her strength, and lifted and pushed the woman into the hot tub, Donnie taking a couple of steps and following her in with a splash. 

After a second or two underwater, Donnie resurfaced, and pushed herself to the edge of the tub, put her back to it and spread her arms out to hold onto the edges. 

Bax was not a good sabacc player, not by a long shot. He honestly just didn't seem to have the luck for it, but most of his luck instead seemed to lie in getting laid with women way out of his league, so he didn't complain. However, as hapless as he was at cards, he was a master old the sabacc face.

The spacer maintained the same lopsided grin he'd put on when Ervi had showed up when Donnie suddenly came up on them all stealthy like. She didn't even have to gesture to gain his cooperation in this effort. He had a pretty good idea what she had planned, and was willing do everything he could to see it come to fruition.

The moment the Twi'lek wrapped her hands around Ervi's ass he burst out laughing, getting heavier once she was airborne. The splash his green friend made sent water crashing into his mouth, momentarily stopping his enjoyment, but started back after a short bit of choking. The junker only dialed his laughter back when he accidentally snorted a bit. Snorting isn't sexy.

Honestly he hadn't thought about the well being of the rifle he'd let Ervi borrow until he saw her pull in from the depths. For once he honestly didn't care. Getting both of his stunning friends in the hot tub had definitely been worth it. Following Donnie's example, Bax put his back against the edge with his arms holding him a little higher out of the water.

The junker's smirk widened to an almost comical degree at Evri's next words and the necessary striptease she was giving him and Donnie. If he had a bunch of single credit chits he would've been throwing them and cheering just to be funny.

"Yes! Very happy, only thing that would make this better is a drink and a cigar! I think you can take off the rest more sexy, too~!"

Ervisa didn't have anything dry to dab with, but she wiped her eyes with her forearm a little, and shook her long wet hair back over her shoulder. She was still hot. The others were enjoying the tub, and she wasn't going to rain on the parade by leaving, but she kept her ass firmly planted on the edge, and was only in water just below her knees. It had the side benefit of keeping herself air-cooling with water droplets, and the weather was starting to turn towards cold. That made it good. Of course her skin had no goosebumps on it.

It was just a uniformly smooth emerald, from her face on down to the tips of her toes. While the piercing in her navel hadn't been hidden before, the shed layers showed a few more additions. Curving down from above her right knee to her foot, she had a series of the same small triangles that were on her face and neck. On her left thigh was a larger inset panel of triangles, like the ones on her biceps.

The fact her underwear was small, wet, thin, and light was also doing a poor job disguising the piercings 'down there.' Still she clung to some bit of propriety and kept them on. Nope, green titties had to be worked for. Earned. They didn't just grow on trees. That was leaves.

Of course Donnie made a great show of slinking her way down to the alcohol, bending over dramatically to show off an ass that was one of the Seven Galactic Wonders, and then teasingly trying to hide the girls on her way back. That one didn't work in Ervi's book, because she'd have to have been hauling a decent sized keg to cover them.

Naturally Ervisa grinned and laughed over it. Doubly so when Donnie asked how Bax's 'Kraken' was.

"Well hasn't reached above the water yet. Try harder. I think I've got some nipple tassels somewhere, do the sexy dance, if that doesn't do the trick he probably died."

Ervisa looked about, trying to ascertain if Bax's cigar comment was produced by the presence of tabac. She didn't see any, unfortunately.

Donnie shrugged when it became obvious that nobody wanted the booze she was offering and instead took another swig, chuckling at Bax's remark, and was about to shoot back with something when he got out of the hottub. 

Kraken and all. 

"Daaaamn human..."

Said the Twi'lek before covering her mouth with one hand, her surprise evident as she watched the man nonchalantly get up, spin around, and grab some cigs, then waltz back. Donnie was about to warn him to be careful about the potted plants and nearby vases, they looked valuable and she didn't want any of them to be on the hook for knocking them over. She would have warned him, had she not been distracted by Bax's surprisingly large gentlemen's sausage. Donnie had learned awhile ago that most humans weren't really all that well endowed down south. Some were, most, however, weren't, and there were other aliens she could get freaky with, her own kind included, that tended to be larger. Bax, it seemed, however, bucked the trend. 

It also helped that he was in good shape, and well proportioned. The man a looker, that much was certain, and the Twi'lek, while he was doing his thing was suffering from the rare condition of being lost for words. After he'd finished, but before he uttered his challenge, Donnie piped up, again, looking over at Ervi. 

"Sploosh."

She said, gesturing by moving her freehand from it's position gripping the side of the tub to a more upward position, as if to show floodgates opening, then taking another swig. 

It'd been awhile since Donnie had been with a male, the woman had for the past few months been busy and didn't hardly have time for Var let alone anybody else, but it seemed as if she hadn't managed to overcome her desires so much as to just bank them for later.

Tonight seemed to be "later" to the Twi'lek, the woman holding the bottle up in the air as she swam a sort of half-assed side stroke towards Bax, a devilish grin gracing her features. The woman switched hands, the booze winding up in her left hand, she on Bax's right. She settled in with her left thigh up against bax's right, her lower leg wrapped around his, her toes playing with his. Donnie made something of a show of pushing her Lekku back over her shoulders, between her and the wall, still in the tub, and then put the arm, her left, with the bottle of whiskey around Bax's neck. As she did this, her right arm, free of bottles, descended into the depths, not in search of the Kraken quite yet, but landing nearby, on his thigh, and moving tantalizingly closer towards it. Meanwhile, she pulled herself in with her other arm, face mere inches from Bax's, and said, as the hand below inched closer, and said...

"I know where your balls are. Now gimmie a fukken' Cigar, Human."

With a toothy grin, hand stopping just short of the junker's junk. 

It was the lure of having moments like this all the time that tempted had Bax towards a life of criminal king pin in the past. With his tenacity and business prowess it wouldn't have been too hard a goal to accomplish. Hell, he would've settled for just running the show on a small backwater planet or under the scrutiny of the hutt clans. In the end, he still could've afforded a massive hot tub and a harem of alien beauties to have around like this all the time.

Then again, the junker honestly lacked the apathy to step on little people to achieve his goal, it just wasn't his style. Greed either for that matter. Plus, earning an eminent threesome with two new friends had to be more satisfying then just forcing your slaves or whores to fuck you. At least he liked to think so.

Bax's already erect appendage seemed to swell within the already taut skin while Donnie made her move to saddle up on him. Shifting the cigarillos up after her comment, he give her the widest grin he could muster under the circumstances, yet seeing that Ervi had brought the girls out somehow coaxed out a larger one, complete with his teeth showing brilliantly clutching the smokes.

"You know what...?" He let escape from the corner of his smile. "Let's just share a smoke after all of tonight's activities."

With that the junker flicked the cigarillos out of his mouth with his tongue one at a time to splash with a small sizzle on impact with the other end of the hot tub. He figured they'd be the least dirty thing to happen in that water that night anyway. Artfully Bax tilted his head up to let out a rapidly widening smoke ring with the last hit he'd taken from all three.

"There, now my mouth is free to do all kinds of things. Hopefully this was one use you had in mind~" The junker let out cheerfully to the pair, before focusing solely or Ervi with his gaze. Leaning in quickly he caught her lips with his own, smooching and prodding her supple set with his tongue.

Donnie's attention came in the form on his hand sliding up her muscled torso until it started to glide up one of her massive mammaries, amusingly wondering if he'd even find a nipple with so much ground to cover. With his target found he began gently tweaking and squeezing the soft nub.