Chapter 1 - Audience Participation



Imperial Entanglements
Audience Participation

Eala stretched as she closed the dressing room door behind her and moved toward the wardrobe. With the practice of a nightly routine, she placed one toe at a time on the footstool, and deftly unfastened and unlaced her heeled boots, tossing each into a nearby corner as it was removed. 

Preparing to take down her lekku, she was interrupted by a sharp, rapid knock at the door. A moment’s focus connected her briefly to the Force within the room and outside the door, allowing her to sense danger and hostility. There was none to be felt, so she moved lithely across the room, spry despite her age, and opened the door. 

Standing there, stiff backed and clothed in a crisp, Imperial uniform decorated with an impressive array of military bars was an officer flanked by what Eala surmised was his comely female aide. The man was older, at least the same age as the singer, and the woman much younger. Despite the reassurances of the Force, a wave of apprehension washed over her.

The rigid, no nonsense, military façade on the man cracked when she appeared in the doorway, as a pleased smile tugged at one side of his face, and a surge of interest and hope filled the Force around him. The aide managed to keep her mask in place, but the twi’lek could sense the schoolgirl adoration bubbling behind it. They were both excited to be facing a favorite entertainer, but with generational differences in the energy it created.

“Miss Tya’lee, it is a pleasure to meet you,” the man began with formal precision, and only a hint of actual pleasure in the inflections. He was obviously the kind of man that had trouble letting his hair down, but the Force gave her impressions of the kind of pleasure he held in his heart, and she could not help but inhale at the tinges of arousal that came with those impressions. “It was an impeccable performance and I wanted to convey my praise for the experience in person.”

“Why, thank you…” She politely inclined her head, indicating she was not sure how to address him.

“My apologies, caught up in the moment, I suppose. I am Commander Atellier, and this is my Aide, Junior Lieutenant Letalla.” He motioned, drawing Eala’s attention to the shorter, petite brunette just behind him. 

She was dressed in a similarly sharp uniform, though skirted, and as the woman broke into a warm smile, the twi’lek realized the waves of arousal she was sensing were not coming from the Commander, not those strong enough to tickle her own curiosity, at least, but from his aide. The small woman was maintaining a mask on top of it, but she had a rather singular fantasy around this encounter, and it was enough to churn the lust in both women. 

Eala noted the strength of the that arousal with interest, then blocked it out with a meditative technique. She could not afford that kind of distraction until she could gauge the intentions of the Imperial officers. It had only been six years since Order 66 was executed, and Eala had managed to avoid that massacre by sheer providence. She put on her warmest smile and ensured her performer’s airs were up to par.

“Thank you very much, Commander. It’s always an honor to receive such high accolades from ranking Imperial representatives.” She was preparing to launch the usual lead-in to her ‘I must rest’ dismissal when a pair of stormtroopers passed through the hall behind the officers.

“Station your squad at the side entrance. Scan everyone exiting the building,” she heard the first trooper order the second, and the old paranoia crept back into her response reflexes. Ditching the usual early dismissal, she shifted tactics. With this much Imperial activity in the area, it might be favorable to have ranking friends.

“Would you and the Lieutenant like to join me for a drink, Commander?”

The two officers exchanged a brief glance, most likely out of habitual military decorum, and shared a subtle nod.

“Yes, we certainly would.”

Eala gave a warm smile and stepped from the doorway, gesturing for the two guests to move inside. Each soldier locked eyes with her as they stepped past, and she did not need the Force to tell her what both were hoping for in that small, private room. 

The Commander glanced about just long enough to locate the brandy bottle and snifters, then moved to pour drinks. The Lieutenant spent more time taking in the room but used every opportunity to sweep her gaze across the blue skinned twi’lek at the center of it all. Eala was impressed that the woman was able to retain her professional mask, given the sexual energy oozing out of her. It was becoming apparent that the Commander was not banging the urges out of his subordinate, indicating she was more than just star struck.

Eala unfastened two of the clasps at the thigh split of her stage dress, then settled onto the plush chaise lounge, her bare, elegant legs crossed with one arm draped over the back, as Atellier handed a snifter to Letalla, who downed her first swallow rather quickly. 

He retrieved the other two vessels of alcohol and crossed the room to present one to the singer. She thanked him warmly but was careful not to be too inviting until she was sure both officers could be kept under control. A blowjob in a dressing room was a lot less sticky, socially speaking, than putting off someone who had stuffed your guts.

Commander Atellier demonstrated admirable tact by avoiding the empty side of the chaise lounge and returning to the small table with the brandy, settling into the padded chair next to it, which left the Junior Lieutenant to stand near the door. She chose to distract herself by surveying the hallway through the viewport, her back to the others, but Eala knew there was no chance she would ignore the conversation in the room.

“To unforgettable performances,” the Commander toasted, raising his snifter, and Eala smiled, inclining her head favorably.

“…and important admirers,” she added, tilting her glass in his direction. The Lieutenant did not chime in, nor leave the door, merely raising her glass and taking another, swift swallow of the brandy. 

The others partook of more socially acceptable draughts, after which, the Commander leaned forward, swirling his brandy thoughtfully, and Eala knew the proposition was about to be made. He glanced toward the door, and she fully expected him to ask the Lieutenant to step into the hall, but he did not, leaving the twi’lek to wonder about the true nature of their relationship.

“Miss Tya’lee,” he began rather formally, “I wouldn’t wish to waste much of your time with banter, or make you to think ill of me, but seeing as we are unlikely to cross paths again, and one never knows until one inquires. I was wondering if you were in the habit of engaging in…private events?” The inflections on the closing words and the drift of his eyes over her exposed thighs left little doubt to the nature of his inquiry. Imperial Commander Atellier was proposing a scandalous liaison in her dressing room. 

The prospect had been warming within her since she sensed the heady arousal emanating from the Lieutenant, and despite her actively blocking the other woman’s overflow of emotion, she was already very wet and having to control her breathing, but it always came back to keeping Atellier from stalking her like a smitten schoolboy.

It was time to see what kind of audience he would be.

“I am truly flattered, Commander Atellier, but I must be honest and admit that I am far more intrigued by the comely Junior Lieutenant.” She pointed toward the door without taking her eyes from the man across the room, but she could sense the surge in Latella’s emotions and could hear her breath quicken. The human downed the last of her brandy in quick gulps but did not turn from the door. 

Eala added without pause, “I do apologize. I am just naturally drawn to women, especially other singers…and similarly talented mouths,” she let the admission settle in the air as she took a sip of the brandy and watched the Commander mull it over amidst his own pull on the snifter. His eyes drifted to the door, and she could sense a rise in his arousal as he considered the potential tableau. She added suggestively, “but I am also very fond of watching audience reactions.”

“Audience you say?” The Commander sipped at his drink, then savored the mouthful, thinking. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I watched,” he gestured vaguely with the tumbler, “should I approve of the Lieutenant engaging in certain after-hours activities,” another sip, “involving her mouth.”

Latella’s excitement flared within the Force, but the twi’lek could not tell if it was spurred by the thought of the Commander controlling her leash or of him watching her rooting at the singer’s cunt, but it was quickly eclipsed by the ever-present fact that that this was a negotiation for her to nose plant in that sexy crotch. Eala didn’t need to Force to tell her at this point how horny the human was: she was sure she could smell the arousal soaking into her panties from across the room.

“Commander Atellier,” she emphasized with mock offense, as the sensually uncrossed her legs drifting them apart as she resettled onto the couch, “Of course you can watch.” The unclasped stage gown split at the crease of her hip and was open below, the stark, white patterns on her mons and the glistening pink cleft below now open to the air of the room and the view of the Commander, who managed to retain his composure and take another slow sip from his snifter.

Atellier appeared calm, though his aura was far from complimentary, but at the door, the Lieutenant was not. Her breathing was ragged, her imagination out of control, and moisture from her sopping sex was beginning to inch its way down her leg. She had heard the twi’lek move on the chaise lounge, then silence filled the room. Unsure and unable to contain herself much longer, she shot a furtive glance to her superior. 

The Commander settled back in the padded chair, getting comfortable for the coming show. An erection bulged within his uniform, but he remained casual in appearance. He inclined his head when the Lieutenant turned her gaze from the door and indicated she should shift her attention to their host. She was not fully prepared for the vision that waited her when she did, and the snifter fell from her limp fingers to thud lightly onto the thick rug.

Reclining elegantly upon the chaise lounge, the ice blue eyes of the alien beauty were watching her with much interest and barely veiled desire, but those were cursory details to the aroused officer whose attention was swiftly drawn downward, where the perfect thighs were parted just enough to allow a clear view of the hairless, stark white sex wrapped in a sheer, matching thong. The Imperial began to lose what little composure she had left, her jaw falling so her ragged, excited breathing could be heard clearly as it came from her open mouth. 

Having drawn her intended audience’s full attention, Eala shifter her position, rolling her hips forward and separating her legs wider, outer labia opening to reveal the flushed, glistening, pink folds of her lips and the button of her clit as she settled herself closer to the edge of the seat, easing access to those treasures. 

Latella licked her lips in barely restrained anticipation. She was ready to abandon all decorum and rush across the room, but a shifting of the Commander’s seat caught her ear and she remained where she was, with difficulty, turning her attention to the man in the corner. 

He was obviously waiting for her to remember he was there, regarding her until their eyes locked. He could see the tremble in her neck, the lust painted on her features, and she the bulge in his trousers, yet he calmly, and with torturous deliberation, took another slow sip from his brandy as Latella’s eyes pleaded with him. He lowered the snifter to the arm of the chair, still watching her, then his hand rolled slightly in a ‘Well, go ahead’ gesture.

Eala watched the exchange with pointed interest, unsure if the two Imperials were still locked in the chain of command or if they were playing a bedroom game in her dressing area; either way, it added a new level to the control game she had initiated.

With permission to engage, the Lieutenant turned her full attention back to the blue skinned alien and her most secret wares on display upon the chaise lounge. The military mask fell away in one quick breath, and she licked her suddenly dry lips. 

Eala watched the change sweep over the other woman. The lust was written on her face now, and though her body relaxed, her aura was taunt, emotion ready to explode. The twi’lek was amazed she had not raced across the room, instead walking with steady purpose, but the officer’s gaze was locked on the singer’s inviting slit, barely concealed beneath the sheer panties, and Eala sensed there was still a lot of trepidation about engaging in this level of fandom.

Convinced the Imperials would behave themselves, and ready to be devoured, Eala let the emotional defenses she had erected drop, and her own lust surged through her, quickening her heavy breathing, tightening her nipples and engorging her sex. 

Latella heard the alien’s breath accelerate as she drew closer, saw the nipples rise and push against the thin satin of her stage dress, and watched the glistening pink folds of her pussy moisten, one thick droplet coalescing to ooze across her lips and soak into the fine net of her panties. It was all too much. She tugged at her collar and swallowed, then realizing the uniform would be very restrictive in the pussy eating department, she put both hands to it, quickly releasing the clasp at her throat.

Certain the Lieutenant was ready to indulge her cunnilingual desires, and excited to have her this close, Eala pushed one hand over her mons and down, concealing her cunt from the watchers as she gave it a quick rub then hooked a finger under the barely-there thong and pulled it aside, revealing the unclad prize Lieutenant Latella had lusted after all evening. The Imperial’s deep breath was nearly a gasp, her eyes aflame, as she dropped to her knees before the chaise lounge and dove into the sopping tangle of folds. 

Eala did gasp, as the eager mouth engulfed her sex with soft sucking lips and a pulsing, searching tongue. Her brandy snifter fell behind the lounger, dropped as she sought a steadying grip upon the furniture, her care for the glassware lost in a surge of lust that washed over her in waves. She ever so briefly realized bottling up all her sexual energy, then unloading it upon herself at the peak moment may not have been the wisest move, but by the Force did it feel amazing right then.

Forgotten on the sidelines, Commander Atellier refreshed his brandy from his seat, barely taking his eyes from the erotic tableau unfolding across the room. His own breathing had increased, and the erection in his pants was now raging, but he continued to watch behind that stoic, unfazed demeanor.

Latella devoured the pristine pussy with abandon. Her fantasies had been racing frenetically through her mind since the gorgeous, blue diva had appeared on stage, and now that she was nose deep in the singer’s sex, it was the sweetest honeypot, human or alien, she had ever tasted. Restraint was not an option. Her tongue probed. Her teeth grazed. Her lips kissed. Her cheeks sucked. Her fingers massaged, squeezed, pushed, rubbed, and penetrated. 

Eala’s head lolled on the back of the chaise lounge, a gamut of moans pushing unhindered through her throat. She could do little more than breathe and twitch. Her senses were engulfed in ecstatic waves as the Lieutenant ravaged every one of her erogenous buttons with abandon. She was on a fast track to an orgasm with no desire to leave the ride.

The Commander was now an out-of-focus player in her hormone fueled sex trip, forgotten in his quiet corner across the room. That is, until the image of his fingers wrapped around his thick cock registered in her sex addled brain. With no clue exactly when he had unsheathed that meat sword, she immediately tried to dismiss it as a lust fired hallucination, but with a talented cunt eater rocking her world, she could not focus well enough to even try and banish that kind of mind fog; instead, she licked her lips and tried not to drool as she imagined that cock muffling her thick, eager moaning.

‘Come here,’ Eala mouthed in his direction and managed to relax her grip on the back of the lounger long enough to beckon him over with a finger. She was not sure if she would let him stuff her guts with that enticing flesh stick, his subordinate was working that opening quite divinely, but she knew she was wanton enough to need it throbbing in her mouth and stretching her throat.

Commander Atillier remained seated and sipped at his brandy, apparently unfazed by her invitation, but before she could make another attempted seduction, the Lieutenant stumbled upon a combination of stimuli that lit her libido on fire and sent a spasm through her body. She rolled her head back into the padding of the chase lounge and fired several, loud, guttural groans toward the ceiling, the last drawn out and ending in something akin to a wail. 

Her eyes flashed wide, and she braced for the oncoming orgasm that experience was sure to trigger, only to find the thick rod of man-meat hovering nearby, with the not-so-distant Commander looming above it. Apparently, the raw fucking had reached a point where even he could not ignore it. 

His sudden appearance put a damper on her impending orgasm, but not the heady rush engulfing her senses. Without pausing to verify that the cock was an offering, she leaned over and swallowed it whole, her eyes rolling upwards as her nose pushed against the still clasped button at the top of his trousers.

Latella glanced up, her own eyes widening at the unexpected sight of that beautiful blue face planted in the Commander’s crotch, his length completely hidden down that sexy, alien throat. Largely to watch as much of that cock sucking as possible, and to a lesser degree holding off Eala’s orgasm so the singer could enjoy that dick, the Lieutenant slowed her pace, but not her eagerness, as she continued to expertly work the pretty cunt.

The twi’lek bobbed ardently upon the mouthful of meat, alternately swallowing and sucking with a vacillating pace and intensity that shifted in response to the singularly talented pussy worship delivered by the officer between her thighs. She felt that orgasm building again as the Imperials worked her from both ends, and she knew that should the Commander displace his subordinate, she would beg him to bury his cock inside her, but his body language told her that might not come to pass.

The Commander was ready to let go. Eala took a long, slow drag on his cock, her tongue sliding side-to-side along the underside as she looked up into his eyes, then purposefully reversed direction and swallowed the length without breaking her gaze. There was no mistaking her attempt to get him off. No doubt he had permission to fill her throat. He lifted the almost forgotten snifter and downed the rest of the brandy, letting the empty glassware drop to the carpeted floor. 

His gentleman’s demeanor was strained, one hand flexing as if wanting to grasp something. He gritted his teeth, and one hand slowly began to move her head, pushing with purposeful determination, hindering instead of helping. His glistening cock slipped from her mouth and twitched, as if protesting his brain’s decision to withdraw. Eala noted a shift in his demeanor, but Latella’s oral assault had become voracious once more and made it hard for her to care. Still, she moaned through parted teeth, an open invitation for him to return should he wish.

He did not, slipping from the chaise lounge and composing himself as best a man of dignity can with his turgid, spit-shined erection twitching through his open trousers. Another steadying breath and he moved behind the Lieutenant, his cock throbbing as he watched her rounded ass circle slowly in sync with the bobbing of her head, her fingers appearing and disappearing beneath it as she vigorously agitated her throbbing clit. 

The kneeling officer was once again oblivious to the man who had so tightly held her leash at the start of this encounter. Her sex drive was now firing at warp speed and the scent and sapidity of the exquisite alien cunt were fuel for the engine, while the sounds they elicited pushed the throttle. 

The Commander dropped to one knee, and with one swift motion, latched onto the Lieutenant’s skirt where it had ridden up her hips and drove his beefy length into her open, sopping snatch, driving her forward into the singer’s clit. All three of them moaned a loud, surprised outburst of approval before he leaned into the shapely ass and began to fuck her rigorously. Latella’s inflamed vagina was one big sex button and Atellier pushed it all at one time as he stuffed it to the gills with his engorged flesh. 

She attempted to moan, lick, finger, and concentrate on making the singer cum all at the same time, but she was too far gone to multi-task with a throbbing cock frenetically rearranging her guts. Her mouth overshot it’s target as her superior pounded her forward, her chest pressed against the cushions of the chaise lounge and her chin rested on the smooth, alien mons, the weight of it shifting with each rapid jolt from behind to waddle pressure upon the roof of Eala’s clit, but though she appeared to be a sex addled rag doll, she did manage to keep one hand between her and the lounger, the fingers working rapidly across the twi’lek’s agitated sex.

Eala wasn’t sure if she was watching the Commander rape his subordinate or not, but she would be damned if the whole situation wasn’t steamier than a Tattoine heat wave. Watching the raw fuckfest, listening to Latella’s mindless series of ‘uh uh uhs’ in time to the impacts transferring through the Lieutenant to her own thighs, and the non-stop dancing of those skilled fingers on her cunt brought back her orgasmic crescendo with a vengeance. 

Falling silent, the twi’lek drew in a long breath as her toes curled and she braced for the coming wave to peak. It broke upon her lower torso with a crash, tugging at every muscle attached to her cunt and sending the rest into fits of undisciplined twitching. She broke her silence with loud vocalizations and feeble attempts to catch her breath, gripping at the cushions beneath her for stability.

Latella’s orgasm was just as swift. She had worked herself up all night long and was matching pace to climax with the sexy singer, when the Commander derailed those plans with an unasked-for assault that ravaged her orgasm button with a thick, heavy meat stick. All she could do was wrap her arms around the twi’lek’s thighs and savor the ride. She liked it hard. She liked it rough. She came on fast, pulsing wings, her small arms tightening on the soft, alien flesh while her vaginal walls did the same to the sweet, invading cock.

Atellier pounded himself to a rapid orgasm, grabbing handfuls of skirt and soft flesh, he hilted himself into the tight, gripping snatch, as thick, unrestrained gouts of cum surged from his throbbing testicles to flood the depths of the Lieutenant’s hot, wet grotto. In typical fashion, he was silent through the entire ordeal.

Not waiting for his orgasm to fully subside, the Commander stood, once the most powerful contractions were done, his rigid cock separating from the fleshy cave with a wet noise and moved wordlessly to the bathroom door. Thick streams of cum oozed from the Lieutenant’s folds and droplets of the same fell from the still hard member as it bobbed its way across the room.

The two women left behind were quiet, save for the sounds of heavy breathing, as they tried to relax and come down from the powerful climaxes. The Lieutenant’s hips slumped to the floor, more of her superior’s creampie oozing from her still twitching pussy. She rested her cheek on the twi’lek’s thigh, her arms relaxing their grip and releasing those same legs so they could settle to each side of her seated form, allowing Eala to slump upon the chaise lounge. 

The flushing of the toilet in the nearby bathroom heralded the return of the stoic Commander, and the two women were spurned to compose themselves, each for her own reasons. Latella sat back on her heels, straightened her service cap and reclasped her collar, as Eala fastened the lower section of her stage dress to cover her thighs. Both women rose to their feet, the singer tugging her outfit into proper alignment, and the Lieutenant brushing a quick sleeve across her juice-soaked face before tugging her skirt back into place. When the other officer returned to the room, all three of them were composed enough to pretend that a steamy, frenzied sexual encounter had not just happened in the room.

The women were flushed and glowing, but the Commander was perhaps sterner than even before all the fun had begun. 

“I trust everyone is ready to go our separate ways,” he stated, more than asked, directing the remark to the Lieutenant. Eala felt his demeanor was like a cold knife threatening to sever the mood in the room, but the other woman was unmoved.

“Yes, sir, I believe that we are.” She turned to the singer, touched her hat and smiled a thank you, then asked warmly, “Can we give you a lift to your hotel, Miss Tya’lee?” 

“Why thank you, Junior Lieutenant. That would be most helpful.” She could sense the satiated gratitude coming from the woman, and the harsh scrutiny of the Commander. It seemed to Eala that Latella was pushing some of her superior’s buttons on purpose, but the ride would keep the singer from the stormtrooper’s checkpoint. She only had to hope the Commander’s emotions remained focused on the Lieutenant. “I just need to grab a few things.” 

 
Epilogue

The two Imperials watched as the singer walked away from the large officer’s car and disappeared into the hotel.

“I do hope your depraved alien fetish is satiated for the time being, Junior Lieutenant Letalla.” Atellier adjusted his gloves, not looking at his subordinate, who was still flush and glowing from the encounter.

“Yes, sir,” she smiled, but not too broadly.

“And I do hope you realize indulging your sick fantasy has caused me to suffer a lack of judgement, for which I am not at all happy.”

“Yes, sir,” she tempered her smile, but the elation clung to her eyes, much like the creampie now drying between her cheeks and thighs.

“And I also hope you realize how close I came to ejaculating inside that alien, which would have been a severe violation of my personal code of ethics.” He continued to speak to the car, not regarding her.

“I do sir, and I apologize for being the catalyst for the situation that put you in that position.” But she was not truly sorry, savoring the memory of his cock buried in the singer’s throat.

“Apologies are just words, Lieutenant. You need to be reprimanded appropriately for such actions.” He folded his gloves hands into his lap, still speaking to the car. “When we return to the barracks, you will report to my quarters for your proper punishment.”

Latella’s smile widened at the thought. “Yes, sir.”
 


