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Nami suppressed a shiver as she felt the man’s hands on her. “I told you I don’t have much,” she said, still staring at the ground by her feet. “I wouldn’t be walking around on my own here if I was rich.” She sighed. “Just take it and go, please. I won’t tell anyone.”

Nami squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the touch of the barrel – unable to breathe until the pressure eased. There was the tiniest glimmer of hope that he was listening, but how could she appeal to him? Right now, she needed to answer. “M-my jacket,” she stammered, “inside pocket.” There were...

Nami looked with dread at the wall that boxed her in, even as her steps took her inexorably towards it. She wanted to turn around and face the man instead, to see who she was dealing with. He probably wouldn’t be that eager to use a blaster, not when simply shooting it could get him in deep...

Silently Nami cursed her stupidity. Why had she said anything—? But there was a little relief in knowing that he only wanted credits. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt her… …or maybe he would anyway. Was he working alone? Where was he taking her? What was going to happen? Her heart thudded in her chest as...

Nami’s spine turned to ice. She couldn’t have screamed or run if she’d tried. Her thoughts went in circles, each possibility worse than the last… But, obediently, she began to walk in the direction he told her, her legs unsteady with the simple effort of putting one foot in front of the other...

“I— you…!” Nami couldn’t contain herself from huffing with annoyance and indignation, crossing her arms over her chest to stop those “tumors” bouncing rather noticeably. Here she was trying to salvage some shred of her professional image… “…thank you,” she concluded, between gritted teeth...

“I don’t need—” Nami shook her head. “No consultation, thank you. I just need a meeting – to talk to him, if he has time. I’ll come back in an hour and— and we’ll see what happens.”

“Oh – I’m sorry, no I don’t.” Nami tried to seem composed while inwardly she kicked herself. This outfit was both more and less organised than she’d hoped. “I don’t need treatment, though, just – just to talk to whoever is your boss.” Just to be given a job for a few hours. Even I don't know if...

“Yes, I see that.” Nami nodded politely, fumbling for her next line. “Is there…someone in charge here I could talk to?”

Nami put on her best smile, trying not to show how nervous she was. It was harder for her to read droids, compared to most organics. She wondered if this one had had its combat programming erased – probably not all of it. “Hello,” she said. “I’m a doctor myself, just passing through this...

Nami’s head spun as she walked the bustling corridors, sights and sounds coming at her from every angle. Stepping into a whole new world – not a totally unfamiliar one. She’d lived among gangsters before. But back then, she’d been under “protection”, constantly watched. Now – she was alone...

The shower helped to boost Nami’s mood, and to distract her from her doubts. Somewhat revived, she dried herself off and dug back into her remaining supply of clean clothes for something to wear. This time, she tried to dress a bit more professionally, picking out a white bodysuit to go under...

“Wait—” Nami’s voice faltered as she called after the man, the man who hadn’t told her his name. Conflicted feelings tangled inside her. She’d got what she wanted, in theory, but at what cost? How long could she keep denying that she was a whore when all she ever did was to whore herself out...

Nami felt a glow of pride at those words, her skin tingling pleasantly from his touch. She continued to kneel for now, chest heaving, panting for much-needed breath. Part of her almost wanted more – but as her orgasm faded, a certain clarity returned. “I’m glad I could be of service,” she...

Head empty of thoughts, Nami contentedly played her part, vicariously enjoying the pleasure she was obviously giving the man. Still, her eyes widened and she had to snap back to reality when she felt and tasted the sudden hot rush over her tongue. Her busy hands paused as she concentrated on not...

“Mmmph— mmm,” was the limit of Nami’s reply, but even such praise as that was music to her ears. Though her eyes watered, her lungs struggling to find enough air, she pressed on, eager to please, thrilling in the flood of sensation. Her hands, no longer gripping her thighs, had found their way...

A squeak of surprise had time to escape from Nami as she gagged before beginning to relax into what was happening. She let her upper body lean forward so that he could use her more easily, her heavy breasts now resting against his legs. With his hands gripping her head, she could almost...

Nami had time to take a deep breath as she let the man – she didn’t know his name – guide her head forward. So close to him, touching now, she could sense his pheromones, his excitement infecting her in addition to her own. Her tongue darted forward, giving an experimental lick, tasting him –...

A thrill ran through Nami as the dock master’s eyes feasted on her. Heat filled her body. Did she feel like she was taking back some kind of control, by choosing to flaunt herself like this? Or had Thassco trained her better than she’d ever realised? It did occur to her, fleetingly, that she...