AOTC:Zam goes with the guards
From The Star Wars Erotica Saga
Senator Amidala's apartment building, security centre
"Well, if you're sure..." you simper, and let the guards take you to the command centre, both keeping a firm hold on your pale arms all the way.
The security room is fairly small, with enough room for a single bank of monitors and two chairs. A tight fit, but adequate space to keep the guards occupied. Chamberlyn taps on the monitor showing the Senator's main hall. "There we are, you see. No intruder."
"Are you sure?" you fret, peering closely at the screens and bending over the table in the process.
"Quite sure..." Chamberlyn says distantly from behind you.
"What about this one?" you ask, pointing at a blank screen. Hexler leans over, nudging into your personal space, and nods at the monitor. "Senator's covered the cam. Guess she doesn't like us watching her, eh?" He grins at Chamberlyn, who is still keeping his distance directly behind you.
You straighten up. "Well, okay then. I guess I was wrong. No danger after all." You beam, seeing the realization in the guards' eyes that you have no further reason to be hanging around in the security centre.
"I guess not," Chamberlyn says, "though you never know, maybe--" but Hexler has already formulated a better plan, producing three glasses and a bottle of Uvillian wine from under the console.
"We were just about to have a little snifter," he lies. "Maybe you could join us, keep an eye on the cams too."
You twist your foot into the carpet. "Well, I don't know... oh, all right then!" You grab a glass and the bottle, and pour up to the top. Chamberlyn and Hexler goggle at you as you take a long gulp. "Lovely!"
The guards quickly follow suit, taking noticably smaller sips. They take their seats, and you perch yourself on the edge of the console, kicking your legs out idly. "So, it must get boring down here, mustn't it?" you ask innocently. "Just sitting watching these screens all day."
"Oh, well, there's certain benefits, I suppose," Chamberlyn says, and clinks his glass against his colleague's. "But we could always do with the company."
"Tell me about it," you say, putting an edge to your voice. "I have to trail around after the bloody Senator all day long. Dormé, pack my things; Dormé, do my hair; Dormé, dry me off...!" You roll your eyes in an exaggerated manner, noting the guards' sudden interest.
"Yeah, must be hell," Hexler says in a strained voice.
"I'm a country girl, you know. I like simple stuff. Kicking back with a bottle and some good company." You pause, and peer at them in turn. "You are good company, aren't you?"
"I hope so," Chamberlyn smirks.
You smile brightly at him, and take another draft of wine, kicking your legs higher. "This planet's really boring, don't you think? There's nothing to do. I want a bit of excitement, you know? Bit of a thrill." This is met with murmurs of agreement from the guards. "Tell you what," you add, letting a naughty smile creep across your borrowed face, "why don't we play a game?"
The chorus of agreement becomes more enthusiastic, and you giggle, topping up your glass with the last of the wine and placing the bottle on its side on the console. You give both of them a challenging grin, and spin the bottle around. It ends up pointing at Hexler, who blinks stupidly and asks, "What does that mean?"
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