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The Sabacc Shift

A wise old man once told me that in this galaxy we inhabit, there are only three universal truths. First, there’s nothing more dangerous than arguing with a Wookiee. Second, there’s nothing more foolish than gambling with a Jedi. And finally, there’s nothing more alluring than the dance of a Twi’lek. But I came to learn the last of those truths is only half true, and that lesson ended up changing my life in ways I never imagined. In any case, I’m getting ahead of myself.

My name is Kyp Grant. I guess you could say I’m a typical Corellian guy. I’m a smuggler, and I bet you can figure out the rest yourself. I work for myself, I love every second of it, do odd jobs, pretty much for whoever will hire me. Some of questionable legality, but that’s nothing new, not with how the Empire has run things for the last nineteen years. And thanks to the love of my life, I do very well for myself.

The love of my life? That would be the Fool’s Errand, my YT-2400 light freighter. She’s my pride and joy, saved my ass more times than I can count. I love her with all my heart, and that’s what’s always driven me to give my lady love the best of the best. For all her beauty, she wasn’t always perfect. Pretty much every stock system she came with has been upgraded in some capacity. Weapon systems, communications, living quarters, you name it. Hell, about the only thing I had trouble upgrading was her hyperdrive unit.

With hyperdrives, most ships come with a stock hyperdrive with a decent rating. Mine came with a class 2.0 unit, which had a top speed of 50% of lightspeed. That’s fine for senators or Imperial dignitaries, but those of us in seedier lines of work need something much faster. Problem is, there’s a lot of smugglers in the galaxy and not enough top notch hyperdrive units to go around, what with the Empire cracking down on their production and distribution. In an ideal world, I’d install a class 0.8 to give myself a top speed of 20% faster than lightspeed, but I’d have settled for class 1.0. And, of course, every pilot’s dream was a class 0.5 hyperdrive, but nowadays, those are impossible to find. Anyway, I had searched for the right hyperdrive unit at the right price for years on end, but with no luck. That is, until that one crazy day…

*****

“Sir, incoming transmission.”

My eyes popped open, my wonderful daydream now ruined thanks to my copilot. That would be LE-C4M, though I always just called him Leecam. Pretty standard LE series repair droid. He’s reliable, observant, always gets the job done. Not much personality to him, though, despite my best efforts. If droids had previous lives, he would have been a butler.

“Put it onscreen, Leecam.”

A moment later, the image of a beautiful blue Twi’lek girl appeared, delivering a prerecorded message.

“Greetings from Beelma the Hutt, fine pilot! You are one of a select few that my master has chosen for a wondrous opportunity. The illustrious Beelma has in his possession a class 0.8 hyperdrive unit, compatible with virtually any ship. You will find the price and specifications attached. The great Beelma is willing to part with this hyperdrive at a much lower potential cost to you than you would ever find anywhere else in the galaxy. If you are interested, please reply immediately and come to Beelma the Hutt’s palace on Tatooine. If no reply is received by sundown today, we shall take that as an indication that you are not interested. Safe travels!”

I rubbed my chin for a few moments before asking, “Any idea why I’m one of the ‘select few’ she mentioned? I mean, I’ve never worked for Beelma the Hutt before, and it’s not like I’ve broken any records on the Kessel run.”

Leecam replied, “You are too modest, sir. In the last three months alone, you have managed to get cleanly through more Imperial checkpoints than most any other smuggler in the galaxy. Your reputation precedes you.”

“Thanks, Leecam.” I mean, what else can you say to that kind of complement? “What do you make of the specs they sent?”

“Everything appears to be in order. The hyperdrive unit itself is in excellent condition.”

“What about cost?” I asked.

“That is where things become complicated,” Leecam said. “The only monetary value listed here is 3,500 Imperial Credits, which is about half the cost of such a unit. However, I should emphasize that the message only mentioned a far lower potential cost to you.”

“I heard that, too,” I nodded. “Sounds like Beelma’s holding an auction for a few people he knows need the hyperdrive in the hopes our need will drive the price up.”

“That seems the logical conclusion. What is your reply?”

I shrugged. “Let’s go for it. I just completed two very lucrative contracts, so I should be able to outbid most any average smuggler.”

“Very good, sir. I shall transmit your response and adjust course to Tatooine at once.”

“You’re the best, Leecam!” I said, heading for the captain’s quarters. “I’m gonna catch a quick nap; let me know when we get close, ok?”

“Of course, sir.”

*****

An hour later, Leecam informed me of our final approach to Tatooine. Though I could’ve used a bit more sleep, my powernap had done enough to get my mind right for dealing with a Hutt. After dressing, I made my way to the cockpit.

“We are on course, sir. Estimated time to land is fifteen minutes.”

“Sounds good,” I replied. “So, what do we know about this Beelma the Hutt? I’ve never worked for him before.”

“I took the liberty of compiling some information about him,” Leecam said. “As with most any Hutt, Beelma is a crime boss. He appears to be a high-ranking underboss in Jabba the Hutt’s criminal network. While Jabba runs his operations from Tatooine’s first quadrant, Beelma is in charge of things in the third quadrant on the opposite side of the planet. His palace is located on the rim of Thok’s Canyon.”

“Thok’s Canyon? Nice. Not as famous as Beggar’s Canyon, but I’ve heard it’s quite the spectacular view.”

“Indeed. May I ask what your plan is, sir?”

I shrugged. “If it’s an auction like we’re thinking, I don’t think it’ll be too complicated. Try to come out on top of the bidding war.”

“Perhaps, but I should remind you that you are dealing with a Hutt. It may not be so simple.”

“Maybe so,” I replied. “I know I’ll need to be on my best behavior. Flattery is the surest way to survive an encounter with a Hutt. But just in case, keep the ship warm and ready if we need to make a quick exit.”

“Understood, sir.”

We soon descended through the atmosphere of Tatooine, giving me a picturesque view of the desert below. A far cry from the Dune Sea on the opposite side of the planet, the area surrounding Thok’s Canyon was rocky and mountainous. With the way the twin suns hit the various mesas and crags, I could see why Beelma had decided to make his home out here. Once the palace was in sight, I received clearance to dock in the main hangar and guided the Fool’s Errand in.

“I shall begin system diagnostics at once, sir.”

“Thanks, Leecam. I’ve got my com if you need me for anything.”

Once I was off the boarding ramp, I saw the welcoming committee waiting for me: a tall Green Nikto and a pair of Gamorrean guards. The Nikto spoke with authority as I approached.

“Welcome, Kyp Grant,” he said in a rough, gravelly voice. “You are the last of the great Beelma’s guests to arrive. He is pleased that you could join us today.”

“Glad to be here. And you are?”

“You may call me Krah. I am Beelma’s majordomo. This way.”

Krah led the way through the dim hallways of Beelma’s palace. Even with the invite, I remained on high alert the whole time, ready to draw my DL-18 blaster at the first sign of trouble. After all, doing business with a Hutt was one thing, but trusting one? That’s something else. Yeah, maybe I’m a little paranoid, but it’s kept me alive so far.

After a few minutes, Krah arrived at a door and slid it open for me. Upon entering, I found myself in a lounge of some sort with four other individuals relaxing on plush sofas. My competition, I presumed. I noted another human male, an Aqualish, and a Rodian, all of which were common sights in my line of work. But most interesting was the fourth person: a female Zeltron.

“The last of Beelma’s guests have arrived,” said Krah, interrupting my thoughts. “If you will all follow me to his Excellency’s throne room, we can begin our business.”

The foursome stood and followed Krah out the door. The other human, the Aqualish, and the Rodian all watched me closely, but no more so than I was eying them. If we were competitors in an auction, we had to size each other up, after all. As the Zeltron passed by me, she gave a little smile and a wink, far from unexpected in my mind.

Zeltrons were a near human species, known throughout the galaxy for their beauty and unrelenting sexual appetite. They appeared human in every conceivable way, save for their skin tone and hair color. I had met a few over the years, but never had the chance to get to know one more… intimately. But in spite of their human appearance, there were a few key biological differences in their species. Most notable was their ability to secrete powerful pheromones that increased their attractiveness to anyone in their immediate vicinity. From my experience, this extended to what one might define as “personal space,” though I assumed this could vary between individuals.

Their other unique trait was their empathic capabilities. See, Zeltrons are heavily impacted by the emotions of those around them; they can sense how anyone is feeling in any given moment. Because of this, their entire society is focused on positive feelings and emotions while avoiding any negative emotions. In particular, they’re obsessed with romanticism, which they view as the ultimate in positive emotions. This gives them their reputation for heightened sexuality and free love. Hell, their home world of Zeltros is one massive party planet where it’s only unacceptable to not have a good time. Never been there myself, but the stories are legendary.

The female Zeltron walking a bit ahead of me was quite the looker by any measure. About my age, maybe a couple years younger at twenty-one or twenty-two. Tall, only an inch or two shorter than my six-foot body, well-defined legs, and a generous bust. Her skin, typical of any Zeltron, was a gorgeous shade of deep pink and, from the little bit I could see, lacked even the slightest blemish or imperfection. Her hair was the most striking thing about her appearance, being deep purple and flowing down to the small of her back. From all this, it would be easy to think her nothing more than a bimbo, but my gut told me the opposite was true. Primarily, most any Zeltron that left Zeltros with any regularity was aware of their own attractiveness and desirability. Hell, many counted on it, as I suspected this one did under the circumstances. But more than that, the way she dressed gave her the perfect combination of confident and sexy. Black skintight pants and an equally snug white tank top showed off her ample curves, but her brown pilot’s jacket indicated she was more than just a pretty face. I made a mental note to watch out for this one, in more ways than one.

By now, we had arrived in Beelma’s throne room, and it was exactly what you’d expect from a Hutt. Spacious, lots of comfortable seating around the edges, but plenty of open space in the middle for events or audiences. Ahead of us was a large stone platform surrounded by a bevy of beautiful females of several different species, all with their attentions focused on the enormous slug at the center of it all. It’s almost impossible to tell most Hutts apart, being a near universal shade of puke green, but Beelma was unique in that he had more of a dark brown shade to his skin.

I expected Beelma to greet us at that point, but he instead signaled to a group of Biths in the corner. The musicians then struck up a sultry tune, and the various women surrounding Beelma’s throne began a lengthy dance number. All the while, Beelma eyed the five of us; I assumed he was trying hard to make us jealous. The women were attractive, to be sure, but none of ‘em came anywhere close to the alluring Zeltron. She oozed pure sexuality without even trying. As the dance number ended, Beelma then bellowed a greeting, translated for us by his protocol droid.

“Welcome, esteemed guests of the almighty Beelma!” the droid began. “The winds of good fortune have brought you here today, and my master is pleased with the opportunity to do business with all of you. He hopes you will find his hospitality both pleasurable and profitable.”

I refrained from rolling my eyes out of a deep desire to live, but one of my competitors was not so patient. The Aqualish grunted something in his native language at the protocol droid, who then turned back to Beelma.

“Er, your Excellency, it seems one of your guests wishes to see the hyperdrive unit so that they may begin the auction at once,” the droid’s voice quaked with fear.

Beelma studied at us for several long seconds. I thought we’d all be dead at that point, and if not, at least the Aqualish. But then, Beelma just laughed and motioned to a pair of his guards, who brought the hyperdrive in on a hoversled. After the Hutt spoke again, the droid continued his translation duties.

“The preponderant Beelma understands that you are each here at the cost of valuable time to yourselves and will proceed with business at once. However, he warns that any further disrespectful actions will not be tolerated. Be thankful that he is merciful.”

The Aqualish stood there with his arms crossed, defiant as ever, but the rest of us nodded and murmured our understanding. Gotta cover our own asses, after all.

The droid then continued, “In regards to the hyperdrive unit before you, it is indeed available on this very day. However, there is no auction, as some of you may have incorrectly presumed. Instead, you will each play for the hyperdrive in a Sabacc tournament. The buy-in for this tournament will be 3,500 Imperial credits, which is half the value of this top-of-the-line hyperdrive unit. The winner of the tournament will not only receive the hyperdrive, but will also regain their entry fee.”

My eyebrows shot up at hearing this. The other bidders, or players, rather, whispered to themselves about how unfair this was, but I saw the brilliance of it right away. By holding a tournament with five players, Beelma guarantees that he’ll get twice what the hyperdrive is worth, even in giving the winner their entry fee back. No worries about if someone is good for the money they promised in an auction or if the bidding ended up not going as high as he wanted. It was genius! A moment later, Beelma thumped his tail on the floor, catching our attention once more.

“The great Beelma understands your apprehension, but be assured that this is precisely how my master wishes to award the hyperdrive unit. He wants someone of great skill to receive the prize, not merely one who has more money than anyone else. In addition, my master has long been impressed by one who is able to win games of skill and chance, and there is no greater such game than Sabacc. Of course, if you wish to leave now, you are free to do so. However, be aware that his Grace may take such an action as a lack of interest in ever doing future business with him. For all who do wish to participate, please step forward and submit your entry fee.”

My mind was already made up, but I remained still for a few seconds, glancing at the others out of the corner of my eye. If I was going to be playing Sabacc against these clowns, then the game was already on. Sabacc, like most card games, wasn’t only about having the best hand; it was just as much reading your opponents. If Beelma was a junkie for the game itself, then the chance to watch five players battling it out for a pricey hyperdrive would be all the entertainment he could ask for.

Soon, the rest of the group stepped forward to pay their entry fee, allowing me to slip right alongside them. As everyone registered, the protocol droid recorded our names and occupations in case Beelma wanted to do future deals with any of us. The other human was named Mat Griggs, a veteran smuggler. He looked to be maybe twenty years older than me; I pegged him as my toughest competitor. The Aqualish and Rodian were both bounty hunters named Gantu Balbal and Bordu, respectively. And the Zeltron? She called herself Tali Haru. Damn… to this day, that’s the sexiest name I’ve ever heard in my life. Not many specifics on her occupation, just said she was a pilot. Anyway, once that business was done, it was time to start the tournament.

Sabacc was a card game with a simple objective: collect cards to get yourself as close to a value of 23 as you can without going over. Of the 76 cards in the deck, 60 were distributed in four suits, being flasks, sabers, staves, and coins. Each suited card was labeled anywhere from one to fifteen. The remaining cards were special cards with varying negative amounts associated with them, anything from the Star, carrying a value of -17, to the Idiot, with a value of 0. The tricky thing is, though, that it didn’t matter if your hand’s value was positive or negative 23 as long as you were the closest without bombing out. Only if two players had the same value did a positive number trump a negative number.

Soon, Krah and his men had the game table set up in the middle of Beelma’s throne room, situated where the Hutt and all his guests could easily watch the excitement from any angle. As we took our seats, the main entrance door slid open and revealed a stunning Twi’lek woman, whom I recognized as the one in the invitation I had received. She was as tall as was Tali and looked to be the same age, but that was where the similarities between the two beauties ended. Where Tali had curves in all the right places, this Twi’lek was thin and willowy, almost delicate. She wore a shimmering silver gown held up by a single elegant shoulder strap. The gown extended all the way to the floor; a slit showed off the gorgeous teal skin of her slender leg. We were all mesmerized as she walked gracefully toward us and took a seat at the circular table.

“Greetings, esteemed guests of my master. My name is Ayana, and I will be your dealer for this tournament,” she said in a sweet, melodious voice. “First, though I am sure you are all familiar with the general rules of Sabacc, allow me to explain the rules that this game will be played under. Each hand will begin with two facedown cards for each player, after which all players will announce their starting total without revealing their cards. Then, each player will have the option to check, raise, call, or junk.”

Yeah, we all know how to play the game, lady, I thought to myself.

“After that, however, the traditional rules of Sabacc are altered under the exalted Beelma’s house rules. These house rules state that the Interference Field and Sabacc Shift are eliminated and will not occur in this game.”

“No Sabacc Shift?! That’s nuts!” shouted Mat, the other human.

“These are unique rules, yes, but be assured that this is how the great Beelma wishes today’s game to be played,” Ayana replied. “In my master’s opinion, the Sabacc Shift eliminates player skill from the game and instead turns the game into nothing but chance. He wishes a player who is both lucky and skilled to win the hyperdrive.”

I tried my best to make no facial expression as I considered how this changed the game. The Sabacc Shift is an integral part to any game of Sabacc. Basically, after the first round of betting, any and all cards on the table are at risk of changing value and suit. The Sabacc Shift is always random; sometimes it affects every player on the table, but other times it only hits one or two, or even none at all. In games with holographic cards, this happens automatically during the course of play, but with physical cards, like the ones Ayana held, players would often use a pair of dice instead. The only defense against this was the Interference Field, a chip each player had that could make one of their cards unaffected by the Sabacc Shift for the duration of that hand.

In normal games of Sabacc, the greatest amount of strategy came after the shift happened, not only in judging your own hand, but also in reading everyone’s reactions to the shift. With the Sabacc Shift eliminated, I could be free to make larger bets earlier without fear that my hand might change, but the same was also true for my opponents. I’d have to read them carefully from the first card dealt. One wrong move, and I could be drawn into a trap and lose everything.

“Now, let us begin,” said Ayana, dealing the first cards.

*****

After about an hour of play, I was starting to get a feel for my opponents. Everybody was still playing pretty conservatively, most of the chip stacks were close to even, but I had pegged most everyone at the table. It was clear Mat Griggs was the most skilled player, always junking at the right time where others would have stayed in and lost more money. Gantu Balbal and Bordu were decent players, but even with their non-human facial expressions, they had clear tells. Tali, on the other hand, was still a bit of a mystery. She was a very good player, but had some odd habits that I couldn’t quite figure out. Most notably, she was a table-talker, which is rare for a skilled Sabacc player. Most real gamblers keep their mouths shut throughout the game for fear of accidentally giving something away, but Tali was always engaged in friendly banter with us. I guessed that this was part of her distraction attempts, which appeared to be working to some extent on the other players. Crafty little minx.

“Mr. Bordu shows positive 20. Mr. Grant shows negative 21. Mr. Grant wins the hand,” said Ayana.

I smiled as I collected my winnings from the pot. Bordu was none too pleased, judging by his twitching antennae. Damned fool still hadn’t figured out what was giving him away. Every time he had anything over 18, his head bobbed a bit in excitement. It was all too easy.

“Impressive hand, Mr. Grant,” I heard Tali say in her sultry voice.

“Thanks,” I replied. “And you can call me Kyp. Mr. Grant was my good-for-nothing father.”

“Of course, Kyp,” she said with a wink.

I felt a chill go up my spine, but I had to keep my wits about me. This girl was something else, and she’d distract me into the poor house if I gave her the chance. Hell, it was a wonder I hadn’t bombed out already. The way she kept adjusting how she sat, showing off her long legs and curvy ass in the process… damn. And her chest. Shit, her tank top was so tight, I couldn’t believe she didn’t burst right out of it every time she leaned over the table. But the killer was that little hair flip she’d do every so often. Part of me, and you can probably guess which part, wanted to believe so badly that she was into me, what with the flirty looks she kept sending my way. At least the larger of my two heads knew better, for now, anyway.

The next few hands were interesting, to say the least. Bordu, the Rodian, got on a hot streak, winning several nice pots in a row. Most of my hands were junk from the start, so I was out early, but the others weren’t so lucky. I eyed Bordu throughout the hands, looking for what might have changed. His tell was still there, but I couldn’t figure out what was different. By the looks on the other players’ faces, they suspected something was up, too. That’s when I noticed that Beelma the Hutt was also watching Bordu closely. Aside from Ayana, who’s seat was right in front of Beelma’s throne, Bordu was the closest player to the Hutt. It took a couple more hands, but we soon had our suspicions confirmed.

“STOP THE GAME!!!” Beelma bellowed in Huttese.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Krah and two guards surrounded Bordu and pulled him away from the table. While the two Gamorreans held the poor Rodian, Krah inspected the cards on the table with what appeared to be a modified pair of electrobinoculars.

“It is as you suspected, my liege,” said Krah to Beelma. “He was marking the cards with infrared markings.”

Of course! That’s how he was killing us; Rodians can see infrared light, I thought to myself.

Beelma roared in anger at hearing this and had Bordu brought before him. The poor fool whimpered and begged for his life for a few seconds, but Beelma was having none of it. The remaining guards stepped back from Bordu, looking like they knew what was about to happen. A moment later, Beelma pressed a button attached to his throne, which activated a trap door beneath Bordu’s feet and sent him tumbling down a chute.

“That can’t be good,” I heard Tali whisper. I was too dumbfounded to reply.

Beelma laughed gleefully as a number of viewscreens appeared from the ceiling all over the room, giving us the perfect view of the room below. Bordu landed hard on the rocky floor and looked around in panic. He first attempted to climb back up the chute he had come down, but a few metal bars slid into place to prevent his escape. A moment later, we saw a large gate on the other side of the pit slide open. It was quite dark, so we couldn’t see at first what was coming out of the gate, but the creature’s horned head and scaly hide soon came into view.

“My god… is that what I think it is?” Tali gasped.

“Yep,” I said. “A canyon krayt dragon.”

“He’s bantha fodder,” Mat muttered.

The reptile saw Bordu in an instant and crawled on its four muscular legs toward the Rodian. Bordu did have the presence of mind to reach for his blaster pistol, but the guards had taken it from him in the moments before, leaving him unarmed. His legs quivered and he fell to his back as the dragon advanced.

At that point, I had to turn away; no need to see what came next. Tali had long since buried her face in her hands, which was still an incredibly sexy thing to see, for some reason. Hell, anything she did was distracting. Ayana, who sat next to Tali at the table, was far calmer, but likewise kept her eyes averted. Looked to me like she had seen this a few too many times before. Mat just shook his head in disinterest, while Gantu Balbal chuckled at seeing Bordu devoured. After a few more seconds, the viewscreens disappeared and Krah spoke up.

“Divide the Rodian’s chips evenly among the rest of the players, Ayana. Oh, and here is a fresh deck.” Krah then eyed the rest of us. “Let this be a warning to anyone else who would betray the illustrious Beelma’s hospitality. There is nothing he despises more than a cheater, especially one who would cheat at Sabacc.”

“Clearly,” I muttered under my breath. “Poor dumb bastard.”

*****

From that point, the action in the game picked up quite a bit. I did pretty well, winning a decent pot about every three or four hands. Tali and Mat were also going strong, but Gantu Balbal was starting to bleed chips, and he knew it. This was only compounded by the fact that he was Aqualish, meaning he had a genetic predisposition to anger, frustration, and stubbornness. If I played this right, that would work to my advantage.

“Second round of betting,” said Ayana. “Mr. Balbal, it’s your honor.”

Without a word, Gantu Balbal pushed his entire chip stack forward and leaned back in his chair confidently.

Ayana nodded. “Mr. Balbal is all-in. Mr. Griggs?”

“Junk,” said Mat, tossing his cards on the discard pile.

“Junk,” Tali agreed before Ayana even had a chance to ask her.

“Very well. Heads-up, gentlemen. Mr. Grant?”

I studied the Aqualish’s face for several long seconds. He was up to something, but what? Did he actually have a winning hand? Or was he just trying to buy his way to a decent pot and get back in the game? As for me, I had a positive 20. Not awful by any standard, but still a risk, considering Balbal’s big wager. Still, I hadn’t seen his tell in quite some time, and I worried he was getting better at hiding it. How badly did I want to see his cards? After running the chip totals in my head, I figured that Balbal would still be in last place even if he won this hand, while I’d be tied with Mat comfortably for second place behind Tali. It might not have been the statistically smart play, but Sabacc is about more than just statistics. Sometimes, it takes real guts.

“Call. Show ‘em.”

I turned over my positive 20 with confidence, but Balbal showed a negative 22, winning him the pot. Still, I found what I needed. His total before drawing his final card was only negative 5, meaning he was flat-out gambling the entire hand. Moreover, I finally saw him twitch his whiskers, his tell from earlier. I may have lost the hand, but I had him right where I wanted him.

The very next deal gave me my golden opportunity. My opening hand consisted of two special cards. First, there was Endurance, with a value of negative 8. But best of all, I had one of only two Star cards in the deck, which the player could choose its value, either negative 17 or negative 10. This gave me the freedom to draw without much fear of bombing out. Now, I just had to make sure not to overplay my hand. After stating my opening value as negative 18, the table placed their bets. As I was first to bet, I just checked the option, then called the remaining bets, trying to stay under the radar. Then, Ayana dealt me my next card face-down: the 2 of staves. I tried my best to contain my excitement, but I knew my heart skipped a couple of beats. With my Star valued at negative 17, the positive 2 and negative 8 gave me a hand of exactly 23, also known as Pure Sabacc. Now, only an Idiot’s Array could take me down. But more on that later.

I kept my face even as I eyed the other three players. Tali was out in a hurry, her eyes fixed on mine the whole time. She must have sensed my brief emotional spike and knew I had a great hand. Mat took two more cards, but I didn’t figure he was a huge threat this hand; his opening hand had been a positive 4, meaning he either had two low-value cards or two high-value cards, one positive and one negative to cancel each other out. When Balbal’s turn came, he took one card only. That was when I saw it. The little twitch of his whiskers. His opening hand had been a positive 7, meaning the best he could have with one card was a positive 22. I had him.

When the final round of betting came, I opened by checking, just like before. No need to give away my hand just yet. Mat checked as well, but then came a big wager from Balbal, over half his chips. This elicited an audible gasp from the onlookers and an interested grunt from Beelma. Everyone could tell this was shaping up to be a big hand. Back to me, and I decided it was time to see how serious the Aqualish was. I raised him enough to put him all-in if he called. After Mat wisely got out of the way, Balbal growled a bit before calling and flipping his cards over. Looks like my instincts had been dead on; he had drawn a 15 on the last card.

“Mr. Balbal shows positive 22,” said Ayana. “Mr. Grant?”

I just smirked and tossed my cards to the center of the table for all to see.

“And Mr. Grant shows negative 23, Pure Sabacc,” Ayana said. “I am so sorry, Mr. Balbal, but it seems you are out of the game.”

I stood with a massive smile on my face, relishing the cheers from the audience at such a high-stakes hand. But there was no time to celebrate, not when I saw Gantu Balbal’s anger beginning to boil over. After giving a guttural howl, he pushed Ayana to the floor, leapt the table, and charged me with a knife in his flipper-like hands. Good thing I had anticipated some sort of retaliation, and even better that Hutts had no problem with their guests defending themselves from other guests.

I quickly sidestepped, allowing the Aqualish to trip over my chair and land flat on his back. Before he had the chance to attack again, I drew my DL-18 blaster and fired off a single shot between his eyes, killing the bastard in an instant. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Tali and Mat on their feet with blasters in hand, too. Mat had a standard DL-44, but I was impressed with Tali’s choice of weapon: A K-16 Bryar pistol. After another smattering of applause, I holstered my blaster and stepped around the table to Ayana, still on the floor from Balbal’s shove.

“You ok?” I asked, helping the Twi’lek to her feet.

“I think so, yes,” Ayana replied, leaning against my chest for support. Damn, she smelled really nice.

“Do not fret for her,” said Krah, arriving at her side. “Ayana is far more resilient than most would ever realize. Still, I think we should break for five minutes to allow her to compose herself.”

“Thank you. If you’ll please excuse me,” Ayana agreed.

Needing some composure, myself, I made for the corner of the room and ordered a Corellian whiskey from the old Besalisk tending the bar. I stood at the bar in silence for a few moments, just trying to shake off the kill. Truth be told, I hate killing, in spite of how good at it I can be. It’s bad for business, after all, but business sometimes necessitates it. Pretty soon, I noticed someone taking the spot next to me at the bar.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” Tali told the bartender. As the bartender reopened the bottle of whiskey, she continued, “You’re quite impressive, Kyp. Ace gambler and a sure shot all in one.”

“Thanks,” I replied. She was still giving me that smoldering look. Was it natural, or was she still trying to throw me off my game? Shit, she’s something else. “You’re pretty impressive, too,” I said, trying to stay focused. “Not too many carry the Bryar pistol anymore.”

Tali shrugged. “I know it’s not the most powerful blaster out there, but it’s hella accurate. Gets the job done for me.”

“That’s what matters,” I chuckled.

By then, the bartender had returned with Tali’s drink. “She likes you, you know.”

That caught my attention. “Come again?”

“Ayana,” Tali giggled. “She’s completely smitten with you after that little display. Not that I can blame her.”

I shot her a wry grin. “Now, such a simple statement has complicated everything. See, I don’t know if you’re saying this because of your empathic abilities, pure woman’s intuition… or if you’re lying to try and distract me.”

A sexy smile spread across Tali’s face. “Oh, Mr. Grant. If I wanted to distract you, I’d just mention that, as delicious as Ayana looks, she could never hope to compete with my skills.”

With that, Tali turned and sauntered back towards the table, her curvy hips swaying with every step she took. After one last look and wink over her shoulder, she took her seat, ready for the next round. All of a sudden, my pants felt a lot more confining.

“She don’t play fair, does she?” the bartender chuckled.

“You could say that,” I replied, downing the last of my whiskey.

*****

With only three players left in the game, things started heating up in a big-time hurry. Each of us were now far more aggressive with our wagers, actively trying to force the others into bad decisions. I handled things well, for the most part, but Mat was not so lucky. All it took was two misplayed hands to put him well behind in chips. I had a substantial lead at that point, but my hand was junk, leaving just Mat and Tali.

“All in,” Mat said quietly.

“Call,” Tali immediately replied.

Mat flipped his cards over with a grin and proved he wasn’t bluffing, showing a negative 22. But just as I was about to congratulate him, Tali revealed her hand, a positive 22, trumping his negative total.

“Shit,” Mat muttered, a crestfallen look on his face. “Welp, looks like that’s it for me. You two kids have fun,” he continued, standing and grabbing his jacket.

“It’s been fun, Mr. Griggs,” Tali said with a grin.

“You play a hell of a game,” I added.

“Thanks. Likewise,” he said before moving to take a seat in the audience.

I turned to face Tali, figuring we’d start the next hand right away, but Beelma’s protocol droid spoke up before we had the chance.

“The almighty Beelma extends his congratulations to our two finalists, Kyp Grant and Tali Haru. Both have played a splendid game of Sabacc thus far, and Beelma wishes to further show his appreciation for their skills with a grand feast for all his guests.”

Within minutes, Beelma’s throne room had transformed into a lavish dining room, complete with three long tables spanning the length of the room. I also noticed that three of the walls were actually shutters, which Beelma opened to show the gorgeous twin sunset that evening. And, of course, Tali and I sat on either side of Beelma as his guests of honor. Which was fine… I guess. Well, the smell was most definitely not fine! But I wanted jobs from him in the future, so it was time to schmooze.

“Your hospitality has been amazing. Thank you,” I said. Flattery was the only way to please a Hutt, after all.

“And your home is so lovely,” Tali agreed. Looks like she had the same strategy.

“Indeed,” Beelma replied in Huttese, “but not as lovely as you, my dear.”

“Oh, thank you,” Tali replied. She blushed a bit, but it didn’t look like she appreciated the Hutt’s attentions.

“Sir, I’m curious about something,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“And that is?” Beelma asked.

“How did you know Bordu was cheating earlier?”

“I was wondering that, too!” said Tali. “I suspected, but there was no way to prove it.”

Beelma gave a hearty laugh. “It is quite simple: he was marking the cards with infrared markings, and I saw him do it.”

“How’s that? I thought Hutts could see ultraviolet light, not infrared?” I wondered.

“Sorry, but I don’t give away my secrets.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but Tali studied Beelma’s face for several seconds longer. “You have a false eye, don’t you?” she asked.

Beelma now appeared very surprised. “An astute observation, my girl. How did you figure this out?”

“I remember hearing a story about you losing your eye in a firefight between your men and a group of Rebels a few years back. It would only make sense for you to replace it with one that could see things your normal eye couldn’t.”

Another laugh from the Hutt. “Right you are! Indeed, my false eye can see infrared light. That stupid Rodian thought he’d be able to slip it past me, but that’s what happens when one matches wits with a superior being.”

“Impressive,” I said. “Most impressive.”

I kept trying to work Beelma, but at that point, his attention was focused completely on Tali. Tali, strangely enough, was starting to give him the cold shoulder, instead making constant eye contact with me. Eventually, the chef brought out the prime nerf steaks we had ordered, and Beelma left to move about the room and attend to his other guests.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I said to Tali. “Using your pheromones around a Hutt? That’s liable to get you kidnapped.”

“I’m a big girl,” she shot back with a grin. “Tie my own boots and everything.”

“Right,” I chuckled.

“Hey, it’s no more dangerous than Sabacc, right? I mean, hell, two players died in our little game today.”

“Their own fault,” I snorted. “Cheating in front of a Hutt? Charging me with a knife? Not gonna end well.” Seeing as how she was using her charms to try and get me off my game, I figured all was fair in love and war. “So, what do you say to raising the stakes a bit for our final round?”

Tali’s eyebrows shot up at this. “What did you have in mind?”

I took a sip of my drink. “If I win, you have to kiss me. And you have to pretend you like it.”

At first, Tali said nothing to this, but the look on her face told the whole story. She was intrigued by my offer. I expected her to ask what was in it for her, but she instead stood and walked around the table to my seat. Damn, I love how she walks. She then leaned in, her face mere inches from mine, her generous cleavage on full display beneath her tank top.

“Look who’s playing a dangerous game, now,” she whispered, running a finger down my cheek for good measure. With that, she turned and headed for the bar, her luscious ass swaying the whole time.

“Well, I had to try,” I said to myself. I’d see if it was enough of a distraction to work.

*****

After relieving myself in the toilet, I was heading back to the table for the final round, but found my way blocked in a narrow hallway by Krah. That struck me as odd, especially when he came up and shook my hand.

“Best of luck in the final round,” he whispered. “The great Beelma is hoping for your victory, my friend.”

“Um… thanks,” I replied.

The hell was that all about?

I shook off any thought of the weird encounter as I arrived back at the table for the final round. Tali was already waiting for me, her face adorned with her usual smile of confidence. After a few minutes, Ayana reentered the room and took her seat between the two of us.

“Congratulations again to our two finalists,” she said with a warm smile. “Let us begin the final round of play.”

With that, we were off. As one would expect, Tali and I were pretty much an even match, neither able to gain a significant advantage over the other. She was good, especially with her empathic powers, but I managed to shift into a “bored-out-of-my-mind” mentality to counter. This meant Tali was forced to try and find my physical tells, which she was not nearly as skilled at. After an hour, our chip stacks remained nearly equal, but both of us could feel a massive hand coming soon.

“The cards are dealt. Each player will now announce their opening total,” said Ayana. “Mr. Grant?”

“Positive 5,” I replied, holding a 2 and a 3.

“Positive 13,” Tali said.

At that point, I expected Tali to try and force me out with a big bet, but we both just checked through the first round of betting. I wasn’t sure what specific cards she had, but she would have a tough decision regardless. She could stay, but my low total gave me lots of leeway to draw until I could surpass her. Conversely, she could draw, but ran a decent risk of bombing out if anything greater than a positive 10 came her way. Still, neither of us were in too deep, so I figured she’d draw. As for me, I had no option.

“Hit me,” I said.

Ayana slid a card across the table to me, but I took a deep breath and emptied my mind before touching it. Any flash of emotion either way would tip Tali off; couldn’t afford to give her any easy breaks. Once I felt sufficiently bored, I took the facedown card and peeked underneath, finding the only card in the deck to simultaneously be the worst and best card of all: The Idiot.

There are only two Idiot cards in the entire deck, and both carry a value of zero, making them worthless. However, if a player holds three cards, a 2, a 3, and the Idiot, they form the unbeatable Idiot’s Array, the only hand capable of trumping Pure Sabacc. After all, only an Idiot would think that a 2 and a 3 made 23. I was now guaranteed to win the hand, but how much could I take Tali for? If I didn’t play this right, she’d just junk her cards and let me take her ante.

“Hit me,” I heard Tali say, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Very well. Another card, Mr. Grant?” Ayana asked.

I sighed for a moment, attempted to look frustrated. “I’ll stay,” I said after a long silence.

“I’m good, too,” Tali said.

There it was. It was very faint, but I heard the little lilt in her voice. Tali was happy and trying not to show it. She only drew one card to pair with her opening 13, so she had to have something strong, probably 20 or higher. It was my honor to wager, but I decided to take the biggest gamble I had made all day. I checked. In doing this, I put the pressure on Tali and dared her to check and make the winning pot nothing but our ante amounts. But if she had a strong hand, which I was pretty sure she did, she wouldn’t be able to resist raising the stakes. The room fell silent as the grave as everyone watched Tali consider her options.

“Raise,” she said at last. “4,000.”

That was a significant amount, by my estimations. In wagering just over half her remaining chips, she forced me into a difficult call. If she had a hand she was sure would win, she could be baiting me into raising right back, putting me in serious danger in the chip count. With that in mind, I decided I couldn’t disappoint the lady.

“All-in,” I said.

Tali studied my face for several seconds, which was definitely a worry. She knew she was a bit behind me in the chip count and would have to risk everything to call. The longer she thought about it, the more she might convince herself that I had her beat. But if she had more than 20, which I figured she did, she would know there was no way I could beat her having only drawn one card. Except, of course, with my unbeatable hand. Soon, a little grin spread across her delicious lips.

“Call.”

Before Ayana could even give the official command, Tali flipped her cards over.

“Miss Haru shows positive 23, pure Sabacc!” Ayana announced.

Tali had played it perfectly. Dammit, it almost broke my heart to shatter her perfect play. Almost.

“Nice hand,” I smiled, flipping my cards over, “but not good enough.”

“Mr. Grant shows an Idiot’s Array!” Ayana said. “Mr. Grant wins the tournament!”

Poor Tali’s smile disappeared in an instant. As cheers erupted from the onlookers, I stood and extended my hand to her. She sighed in frustration, but shook my hand after a moment.

“Well played, Kyp.”

“Thanks. It was a hell of a game, and you’re one hell of a player,” I replied honestly.

*****

“She’s a thing of beauty, Leecam,” I said, admiring my prize.

“Indeed, sir. I shall begin installing the hyperdrive at once, though the work will take several hours to complete. I will need to uninstall the previous unit, after all.”

“No prob. With how late it is, Beelma gave all the remaining Sabacc players rooms here for the night. I’ll get some shuteye, and we’ll leave in the morning.”

“Very good, sir. Sleep well.”

I left Leecam to his work and departed the hangar, heading for my quarters for the evening. I was exhausted, yet in better spirits than I had been in a long time. After all, I’d been after a hyperdrive unit like this one for years! Getting one in excellent condition essentially for free? Jackpot! I had a feeling this was gonna be a major turning point for my career. Little did I know how right I was…

“Evening, Kyp,” I heard a voice say.

Turning around, I saw Tali coming down the hallway behind me.

“Hey, pretty lady,” I replied with a grin. “Come to congratulate the winner again?”

Tali grimaced at that. “Damned Idiot’s Array…”

I shrugged. “We’ve all lost a big hand we were sure we’d win.”

“True,” she replied. “You turning in for the night?”

“Yeah. Been a helluva day. My room’s down the next hall.”

“Well, how ‘bout that? So is mine,” Tali said with a grin. “Walk with me?”

How could I say no to an offer like that? We walked in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. As we went, I couldn’t help but notice that Tali walked very close to me, closer than I expected she would. Once or twice, she even let her hand brush up against mine. Maybe it was the pheromones, or maybe it was the events of the day, but whatever it was, I couldn’t shake off my growing fondness for this girl. She really was the perfect combination of confident and sexy.

“This is me,” said Tali, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah. So, Tali, just thought I’d ask about our little side bet?”

She rolled her eyes at this. “I don’t recall ever agreeing to that side bet, mister.”

“Maybe, but it’s never too late,” I shot back with a grin.

With a smoldering look on her face, Tali leaned in. “Oh, Kyp… do you really think you could handle me?”

“Only one way to find out,” I replied.

Tali didn’t move for several glorious seconds, keeping her face mere inches from mine. The tension in the air was so heavy, I could’ve sliced it with a knife. At last, just as it looked like she would pull back, Tali moved forward and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was short, less than a second, but it was clear from the look on her face and my heavy breathing the impact it had made on us.

“Night, hotshot,” she said before entering her room. Just before closing the door, she gave one last wink and hair flip.

“Damn…”

I entered my own room, feeling a very uncomfortable erection in my pants; I’d have to take care of that to get any sleep. Shouldn’t be too hard, though. Tali still danced around in my head. Her rockin’ body, her soft skin, the hair, the sultry voice… shit, it’s a wonder I managed to resist her for long enough to win that tournament! As I was about to get undressed, a soft knock came at my door.

“Please, be Tali. Please, be Tali. Please, be Tali,” I whispered to myself.

I slid open the door and found myself both disappointed and excited. It wasn’t Tali, hence the disappointment. But seeing the lovely Ayana standing there in her silver gown was definitely a pleasant sight.

“Good evening, Mr. Grant,” she said with a warm smile.

“Hey, Ayana,” I replied, not sure what she was doing here.

“I trust the arrangements for this evening are suitable?”

“Very. Please, thank your master for me. His hospitality has been humbling,” I said, still wondering what her intentions were.

“Splendid! This pleases me,” said Ayana, still not moving from my doorway.

I cocked my head a bit. “Is anything wrong, Ayana? You seem… nervous.”

“Oh, I apologize! Y-Yes, I am a bit nervous, I suppose. You see… my master bade me to come and spend the evening with you. He wishes me to… take care of your needs.”

Now, that was a surprise. It’s well known that Hutts collect beautiful women of all species, seeing them as pieces of art to display in their palaces. But while looking at their beauty is appreciated and encouraged, touching a woman belonging to a Hutt is asking for a slow, painful death. I was definitely intrigued by the possibility of sleeping with the gorgeous Twi’lek, but only if it was sanctioned.

“Mr. Grant?” Ayana asked.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” I said, snapping out of my trance. “Um, I’d love to spend some time with you tonight, but only if it’s allowed. I wouldn’t want to insult my host, after all.”

She then gave a slight bow. “My master anticipated your response, and asked me to show you this.”

Ayana produced a small holodisk from behind her back, which soon projected a tiny image of Beelma’s face.

“Congratulations again on your victory, Kyp Grant,” the recorded hologram said in Huttese. “You gave us quite the show today and provided excellent entertainment for my guests. Not only this, but you proved yourself quite capable in dealing with that filthy Aqualish. The scum might have even harmed my beauties! But your quick actions ensured that he was the only casualty. This pleases me, and I have seen fit to reward you appropriately. Ayana is yours until tomorrow morning. You may do with her as your please, but she is not to be harmed and must be treated with respect at all times. Otherwise, I will hear of it.”

Hearing it straight from Beelma definitely changed things. It was rare for a Hutt to allow a guest to sleep with one of his slaves, but I damn well knew better than to refuse. That would have been an even bigger insult to my host.

“Please, come in,” I said to Ayana.

“Thank you.”

After sliding the door closed for the night, I took a few moments to look Ayana up and down more closely. The poor girl was shaking, she was so nervous, but the little smile on her face seemed genuine. Maybe Tali had told the truth earlier. Maybe Ayana really was smitten with me. I had to admit, she was quite the looker, even if I preferred my women more on the curvy side.

“How is the view, Mr. Grant?” she said with a giggle.

“Exquisite,” I admitted.

“Perhaps… you’d like a better view?”

Before I could even think to reply, Ayana reached for the single shoulder strap holding her dress up. After she unhooked the clasp, the gown cascaded down her body and fell to the floor, leaving Ayana as nude as the day she was born. The teal shade of her skin was absolutely gorgeous, and I saw no blemishes or imperfections anywhere on her thin body. Her breasts were quite small, but high and firm on her chest, just begging to be suckled. Ayana then gave a sexy turn, showing off her perky little ass. As she turned back to face me, my eyes traveled up her long, dancer’s legs and found her hairless sex. Every aspect of Ayana’s body was perfectly suited to her natural beauty.

“Are you pleased, Mr. Grant?” she asked, her nerves still apparent.

I smiled and walked toward her. “I couldn’t be happier, pretty lady. Just one thing: I’d prefer it if you called me Kyp.”

“But of course, Kyp.”

Hearing her say my name in her exotic Twi’leki accent sent a shiver up my spine. So damn sexy. Before I knew it, Ayana walked right up to me and slipped her arms around my neck. The look in her eyes was so arousing, yet so completely different from Tali’s. Where Tali looked like she was trying to seduce me at every opportunity, Ayana seemed so pure and innocent. I felt a pang of regret, knowing what she’d have to go back to after tonight.

“Ayaya, just one thing,” I said, rubbing her back with my finger. “I would never insult my host by declining your company, but I want you to know I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Even if all you want is to sleep and nothing else, I’m ok with that.”

“But, if I do not-”

“That would be just between us,” I assured her. “If I’m asked, I’ll give you a glowing review. But I do mean it; you don’t have to do anything tonight, if you don’t want to.”

Hearing this, Ayana seemed to melt in my arms, smiling and planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Such a sweet man,” she whispered. “But I’m not letting you off that easy. When my master gathered his slaves and said he wished for one of us to keep you company, I begged him to let it be me. I intend to see this through to the end.”

At that, I was powerless to do anything to stop her. Ayana started kissing any piece of exposed skin she could, mostly my cheek and neck, since I was still dressed. After a minute or two, she allowed my lips to touch hers. Holy fuck, was it electric. She was still a little nervous, I could tell, but after a few seconds, I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Dammit, I was close to blowing my top and I hadn’t even gotten her in bed yet!

From there, I decided to take the lead a bit. I guessed from her demeanor that Ayana was a bit of a romantic, so I scooped her up in my arms with our lips still locked together. Her reaction could only be described as adorable. I’ve never had a girl literally swoon in my arms. Shit, that sounds dorky, but as much as she loved it, I ain’t apologizing. In spite of Ayana’s height, she was surprisingly light and easy to carry, so I had no trouble depositing her on the large bed against the wall.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Kyp,” she purred. “I simply must have you.”

Well, what can you do when a beautiful Twi’lek tells you that? I must’ve set a new record with how fast I stripped my clothes off. Well, my jacket and shirt, anyway; my boots gave me a bit of trouble. Hey, you try untying your shoelaces with a beautiful naked girl laying a few feet away. But once those were off, I was in the clear. I gotta admit, it was nice seeing Ayana’s eyes widen when she saw my equipment for the first time. I may not be not huge, but I do ok for myself.

That business take care of, I slipped into the spacious bed and found myself wrapped in Ayana’s arms. She really was a hopeless romantic, pulling me on top of her and sealing her lips around mine. God, she’s a great kisser. I savored her fantastic lips for a few minutes, but then pulled back and decided to do some exploring of my own. I started by moving my attentions to her neck and jawline, all while massaging the bases of her Lekku, her head tails. I knew from experience how erogenous they could be.

“Ohhhhh…” Ayana purred. “Kyp, that feels so nice…”

“Thought you might like it,” I grinned.

Soon, I started to work my way a bit lower. I mean, I just had to inspect those delicious little breasts of hers. Even with Ayana flat on her back, they were still perky, especially her dark navy nipples. Each one fit in my hands well enough, but it was soon clear that they weren’t a perfect handful. No, they were a perfect mouthful. Ayana gasped and squirmed as I began to suckle her. Geez, every sound she made was so cute and sexy. The feeling of her fingers running through my hair only spurred me on further.

“Kyp… oh, Kyp, take me! Please, take me! I’ll… I’ll go insane if you don’t!”

Damn, she’s sensitive. Never had a girl begging like that before. But again, not complaining at all. After all this foreplay, my cock was already throbbing and ready for the main event, as it were. I slid back up face-to-face with Ayana and gave a little kiss to her forehead before pressing my member against her entrance. She gasped in pleasure as I penetrated her; god, the look on her face was priceless.

Ayana’s pussy was amazingly tight, almost virginal. Her folds didn’t just envelop me, they were squeezing me with everything they had. I had to be careful with my thrusts; didn’t want to hurt the poor girl, after all. To my relief, I soon felt her hands gripping my bare ass, almost begging me to pound her harder.

I was no stranger to kinky romps around the sheets with multiple positions involved, but I could tell Ayana was loving the hell out of this as we were. Besides, after all the excitement of today, I was more than happy with a relaxing, lazy screw. And as much as Ayana came from the good old missionary position, I wasn’t about to mess things up for her. Hell, she probably had five or six orgasms when all was said and done! Sensitive, indeed.

“Kyp,” Ayana panted, recovering from her latest climax, “is it… your turn?”

“Do you want it to be?” I chuckled, savoring the effect I had on her.

“Yes… and no. I don’t want it to end, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay awake if you make me cum again,” she replied with an impish grin. “I think… you should pound me until you explode. You’ve earned it.”

Yeah, you try to resist when a pretty thing like Ayana tells you that.

*****

I stirred some hours later, still spooned against Ayana’s warm body. A quick glance confirmed it was still dark outside, but once I felt her perky little butt against my cock, going back to sleep was not an option. I decided to test the waters and planted a few soft kisses on the back of her neck. Wasn’t sure at first if she even noticed, but her breathing became a bit deeper. Even if she was still asleep, I could tell she enjoyed it. A little brush of the hand against her nipples, and her body at last shifted.

“Mmm… is it morning?” Ayana mumbled.

“No, still dark out,” I whispered. “We’ve got some time.”

Ayana rolled over in my arms and kissed me deeply. “Time… we should make the most of it, then,” she replied.

A gentle touch was all she needed to push me flat on my back. I could only barely see her silhouette in the darkness, but I felt her mount me and start to grind her pussy against me. I moved my hands to her hips to try and participate, but she instead took them in her hands and playfully pinned them back against my pillow.

“No,” she whispered. “Let me take care of you, this time.”

“Yes, ma’am.” What else could I say?

Ayana soon took my engorged cock back into her pussy. Her movements weren’t fast or frantic, but slow and sensual. Every crease of her silky tunnel blew m