Nar Shaddaa

After a nice evening out, Arsele felt like unwinding and working at the same time. That meant a night at The Red Dancing Girl, a Hutt owned club that catered to rich clientele with clean facilities, high quality drink, and only the prettiest strippers and lap dancers.

Hopefully there would a big tipper... but Arsele wasn't counting on it as she clocked in.

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D3 Le-En, side job, Destiny to upgrade: 2eP+1eA+2eD 1 success, 2 advantage


+120 credits

Javagus wasn't exactly blending in with the typical clientele at the Bu Pukaa Chik Youngee Club, but they hadn't turned him away at the door, either. He had been drinking with a Quarren, a nice enough fellow with some interesting thoughts on the peace talks, but the Quarren had since wandered off, and now Javagus' full attention was on the show on stage.

There were various stages about the place, each equipped with a pole. Various women of different races were dancing on them: There was a red Twi'lek on the main stage wearing virtually nothing, there was a stunning but somewhat bored looking Arkanian in a feather boa, and a short Rodian in a lycra suit. On the stage closest to Javagus, however, was a human woman in old-fashioned blue lingerie with black gloves and stockings, blonde braid hanging down her back. Snowflake earrings adorned her ears.

As she saw the man looking up at her Arsele slid down the pole until she was squatting, wiggling in her dance before slipping onto all fours so her face was closer to his, "I see your compatriot left; Have any requests as long as you're still here?"

Javagus tosses back his drink, smiles, and leans forward, resting his filled hands on the edge of the stage. "Now that I'm all lonely, it's hard to say, love. You're already blowin' all these other ladies outta the sky."

"Is that so? Always glad to hear that; Orena over there usually gets the most attention."

Her head tilts to indicate the red Twi'lek who was currently twirling around her pole. For her part Arsele kept dancing, sitting up on her knees as she ran her hands up her sides.

"Just means that there's less of a crowd over here." He watches with appreciation as he signals for another drink. "Sides, you're fillin' that thing out in all the right places, love."

"The stage, or the outfit?"

She was quite able and professional in being able to hold a conversation while she continued dancing, a leg going out to the side as she used the momentum to turn and grab her dancing pole with one gloved hand.

"The outfit, though I don't think that anyone could show you up on stage, either." He grinned as his drink arrived. "Interested in a drink once your shift is over?"

"If you can wait that long perhaps. Though you can certainly buy me something non-alcoholic on my break if you just want someone to sit and drink with."

"I'm happy with whatever time you can spare, love." He raises his eyebrows suggestively as he takes a drink and admires the scenery a bit more. "Not seein' any reason why I'd ever want to leave, 'specially so early in the night."

She nods before starting to pull one of her gloves off with her teeth, the pair soon lying on the stage, "I suppose I can see that; I certainly enjoy the scenery here as well, especially with getting paid to look at it."

Javagus watches the gloves come off and fall with intense scrutiny. "Truthfully, I don't think I've noticed anythin' else since you started dancin', snowflake."

Arsele turned around so her tush was facing the man before standing, "Good, that's just how I like it."

Reachinf behind her she undid the clips on her bustier before letting that too fall away.

The trader let loose a low whistle as he leaned back and watched Arsele. "That there's a hell of a sight."

"It'll only get better from here~" she replied in a sensual voice, leaving the outfit as is as she sent back to dancing, body twisting and swaying to the club's music.

Secretly, it was moments like this that made her love the job; When she felt like the center of everyone's attention and adored. Like some sort of super-star.

Javagus was certainly enthralled, and his attention only drifted away long enough for him to punch a fifty credit tip into the terminal on the side on the stage.

"You must be a holovid star or a model, right snowflake? Isn't no way someone like you is ln't already famous 'cross half the Rim."

He was only in breech of Captain Organa's order if he got caught. At least, that's what he told himself as he sauntered into the club. He'd picked the place because it looked like the kind of place a Naval man might find himself to crack open a cold one with the boys. Not that he would know, he'd never been one of the boys.

His eyes skimmed past the dancers without even recognising Arsele, finding the darkest, most distant corner of the club and ordering a drink. He slouched into the plush bench seat, knees wide and an elbow slung over the chair back.

Javagus Khan wrote:Javagus was certainly enthralled, and his attention only drifted away long enough for him to punch a fifty credit tip into the terminal on the side on the stage.

"You must be a holovid star or a model, right snowflake? Isn't no way someone like you is ln't already famous 'cross half the Rim."

A chuckle escaped her lips as Arsele put her hands over her head and slowly slipped down the pole, "No... but I've been considering that lately; Less risking my hide with Huttball and bounties and try to break into show biz."

Meanwhile Cole got what he wanted for now it seems; a comfortable seat, a cold drink, and a dim booth to himself.

Javagus whistles I'm surprise. "You do Huttball? Must be dambed good at it if'n you got away without any scars." And he certainly wasn't seeing very many at all. "You should try it, movin' over, I mean. Much as I'm enjoyin' you right now, it'd be great to be able to continue doin' so after I'm outta the system. Maybe one of 'em serial dramas."

A waitress brought Cole's order: an unlabelled bottle, frosted from being kept in the freezer, and a glass with whiskey stones clicking together in the bottom. The medic waved her away before she could pour for him.

Javagus Khan wrote:Javagus whistles I'm surprise. "You do Huttball? Must be dambed good at it if'n you got away without any scars." And he certainly wasn't seeing very many at all. "You should try it, movin' over, I mean. Much as I'm enjoyin' you right now, it'd be great to be able to continue doin' so after I'm outta the system. Maybe one of 'em serial dramas."

Arsele chuckled, "I'm damn good at everything I do darlin'. But you're right, I'll give it serious thought; Later, hm?"

Smiling as her tush landed on the floor of the stage she unhooked her garters and started slowly sliding off her stockings, one by one.

"You're the boss," he says, grinning. He takes another sip of his drink as he watches in rapt attention.

Cole Ormont wrote:A waitress brought Cole's order: an unlabelled bottle, frosted from being kept in the freezer, and a glass with whiskey stones clicking together in the bottom. The medic waved her away before she could pour for him.

The waitress seemed surprised she was being waved away, but didn't put up a fuss about it.

Javagus Khan wrote:"You're the boss," he says, grinning. He takes another sip of his drink as he watches in rapt attention.

Stocking and garters off, all Arsele was left in was her v-shaped blue panties, "Is that so?" Sitting forward into a crawling position, she leaned off the stage, "So does that mean I get to boss you around?"

Arsele Girard wrote:The waitress seemed surprised she was being waved away, but didn't put up a fuss about it.

Cole narrows his eyes slightly, he'd paid handsomely for the bottle, and he'd drink at his pleasure. He pours generously, too generously, watching the dancers with a cool expression. He does not savour his drink, but swallows from the glass like a man in need of water.

Arsele Girard wrote:Stocking and garters off, all Arsele was left in was her v-shaped blue panties, "Is that so?" Sitting forward into a crawling position, she leaned off the stage, "So does that mean I get to boss you around?"

Javagus leaned forward as well, a grin playing at his lips. "Oh, snowflake, you can boss me 'round all night long. I'm positively enchanted."