increllable
Death is better than bondage.
Tulahi'rani's hips swayed expertly as she danced, every inch of her body moving in an enticing unison. The pink Twi'lek rolled her body in a delicious way, gracefully dancing her way around the pole that was build into the ground and attached to the ceiling. Her eyes, lined expertly with dark makeup, were kept closed most of the time, only opening to meet her guest's gaze. She did this because one, she hoped their private hour together would be over sooner, and two, it was part of her technique. Eyes were windows to the soul, and to expose everything to a person save for the eyes creates mystery. Mystery was part of her schtick, her act, here in the establishment where she worked, and it worked well.
Tula was facing the pole now, giving her guest a side profile of her shapely body. Her flawless curves were almost out of a dream. Every bump, lift, crevice, and curve was where a goddess's would be. She was plump in good places and lean in the rest. Her skin was soft to the touch yet she remained firm where she needed to be. She was truly a sight to behold. Many of her guests have commented how she looked like a princess, a queen, or a goddess.
Yet, she remained here, in this dump of a club, where no one would remember her for anything worth remembering.
Twirling her body around the pole momentarily, she stopped directly in front of her guest with her back to the pole. Her arms were above her head as she slid down once again, slower than before, with her knees spread apart. A good view, most would say, but this was one of the moments where she had her eyes closed.
As she delicately brushed one of her lekku off her shoulders, she wondered if this was all a bad dream.
Tula's master had ranted at her for a long time as she got ready for her private hour. The man had apparently paid good money to see her, so she better not disappoint either of them or she would be in a world of punishment. She never worried about being punished anymore, they were rarely ever physical enough to cause damage.
"Our time together is almost up." She spoke suddenly. Rarely did she ever speak to guests, but she was feeling a little adventurous tonight. "What will you do after we are done?"
Tula was facing the pole now, giving her guest a side profile of her shapely body. Her flawless curves were almost out of a dream. Every bump, lift, crevice, and curve was where a goddess's would be. She was plump in good places and lean in the rest. Her skin was soft to the touch yet she remained firm where she needed to be. She was truly a sight to behold. Many of her guests have commented how she looked like a princess, a queen, or a goddess.
Yet, she remained here, in this dump of a club, where no one would remember her for anything worth remembering.
Twirling her body around the pole momentarily, she stopped directly in front of her guest with her back to the pole. Her arms were above her head as she slid down once again, slower than before, with her knees spread apart. A good view, most would say, but this was one of the moments where she had her eyes closed.
As she delicately brushed one of her lekku off her shoulders, she wondered if this was all a bad dream.
Tula's master had ranted at her for a long time as she got ready for her private hour. The man had apparently paid good money to see her, so she better not disappoint either of them or she would be in a world of punishment. She never worried about being punished anymore, they were rarely ever physical enough to cause damage.
"Our time together is almost up." She spoke suddenly. Rarely did she ever speak to guests, but she was feeling a little adventurous tonight. "What will you do after we are done?"