Private Move For Me

[Amara Zambrano]

Chulo pt.2​

C L U B · S Y N T H

It didn't matter where you were standing, even the walls of Club Synth danced to the bass-heavy music that was pumped through the nightclub. Dim warm colors and brighter cool colors strobed across the floors, walls, and everyone and everything in between in sync with the music. Bodies of all kinds, metallic and skin both, moved with as much passion and purpose as the beat they danced to. There were drinks at nearly every table, wafts of smoke drifted between the crowded throngs of bodies and hung over booths like curtains made of grey clouds. The parties at Club Synth went from dusk to dawn, though the entertainment lasted well into the day on more nights than not, but the alcohol flowed a little freer, the spice a little heavier, because it wasn't just any night.

Everyone who wasn't denied entry were given the surprise of their tabs paid for at the door by the young Anzati woman dancing without a care at the edge of the dancefloor, closest to the bar. Nar Shaddaa was called the smuggler's moon for a reason, it was both hell and paradise for anyone on the wrong side of the law - and it wasn't the first time one of them, smugglers that is, disappeared only to show up months later as quite a bit larger than the insignificant life they'd been more-or-less cosplaying at for years in the past. Her name was mentioned the moment a wrist was stamped upon entry: Amara Zambrano. There'd be some people who recognized the surname and not the woman it belonged to, it was inevitable given how far-flung the family she was a part of had creeped across the galaxy, but Amara had been a common sight both with the Black Suns, the lesser rabble at least, and the various clubs that catered to crime syndicates that weren't feuding with them. It just happened to turn out she was quite a bit less of a no-named pretty face and, instead, someone with a few connections that'd make a sitting Vigo nervous.

And she was back, though only for the night.

"Maybe tomorrow, too." She said, trying to raise her voice loud enough for the couple dancing on either side of her to hear her. There was a certain shimmer to the dress she was wearing, its glossy skirt and matte top that did more than its fair share of breathing for her. Arms draped in sheer sleeves moved almost rhythmically to the music while she swayed with her hips to the bass as if it were an unseen hand moving her from side to side. "Yeah," She said loudly, nodding her head in case they couldn't hear - it was a miracle she could make out what the two, apparently some old friends of hers, were saying. Something about her dad, though - it was hard for anyone else to make out what they were actually asking her about besides that. "Daddy made me promise to move back in." Amara turned her head, a red strobe light caught in someone's eye - catching her attention, too - at the same time as an orange one lit up her face.

"Have we met?" She asked, looking at the stranger up and down. It wouldn't be the first time she'd forgotten someone's face, but she was pretty sure she hadn't met Kebos before.

He didn't seem like the forgettable type.

 

[Kebos]

The day was a seemingly endless barrage of bureaucracy with fugitives and peddlers of all sordid types. The exchanges were lucrative, but boring and monotonous. Kebos needed to unwind. Something to get his blood pumping serotonin through his body. He turned to one of his cronies for advice. Guy's name was Jemu Kai, a Volpai. He was very familiar with Nar Shadda from his time before being under Kebos.

"Jemu, you know a place a guy can get a drink and dance with a fine, preferably clean, piece of ass? Emphasis on the clean. I know where we are." Kebos was looking out of the window of his hotel room, eyeing down a busy street leading away from the hotel. He could see all walks of life moving on their own paths through this jungle of a city. All he wanted was a place to get through the night so he could go home the next day.

"Oh, I got just the place, Kebos. You heard of Club Synth?" Jemu responded.

"I look like I heard of Club Snyth? I've only been to this chithole planet twice before. What's it like?" Kebos asked.

"What's it like? More than I can put into words. I hear there's some high profile clientele in there tonight. All being fronted by some broad."

"Then that's where we go. Tell Tumz pull the car around." Kebos ordered. He walked away from the window and into the bathroom. On the counter was a bottle of spice rum that he grabbed by it's neck. He stared himself down in the mirror before taking a quick swig of the rum. A moment later, Jemu Kai poked his head in the doorway.

"Tumz got the car ready, Kebos." Jemu Kai said.

"Let's bounce."

A brief airspeeder ride later, Kebos was outside Club Synth. The bass was beating so hard, Kebos could hear his chains jingling a bit. He looked over his Gunray-Bans with a sleek grin on his face. He walked up to the door but was met by a meaty hand blocking his path.

"Ain't gettin' in. We're at capacity." said the security guard at the front door. That's when Kebos realized the massive line at the door. It's also when he realized this meathead put his filthy hand in Kebos' face.

"Tsk. This fool really put his hand in my face? So disrespectful. Be lucky I'm kind or I'd blast a hole in you. Punk ass door man." Kebos growled as he walked away. "We getting inside that place. One way or another." Kebos looked up and noticed a high rise building next to the club. The roof was just close enough to make a jump for it. But everything after that point was an unknown. Who knows if there's even roof access? He kept looking for options. He noticed a pair smoking in an alleyway just outside a side door to the club. "They must work here. Y'all take them out and I can slip in. Make sure you hide the bodies." Kebos whispered. His two goons did as ordered, approaching the two guys and knocking them out cold. While they did that, Kebos made his move for the door only to find out it's locked. "Hey, check one of em for a key. Door's locked." Kebos waited for a moment while they searched the unconsious guys pockets.

"Ain't no key here." one replied.

"Damn it." This plan was starting to fall apart at the seams. That's when the door slowly opened up. One of the bottle girls poked her head out.

"Hey, they need you two-" she began, interrupted by a large slugthrower pistol in her face.

"Hey, sweetheart. Get back to work and pretend you saw nothing and you may make it home tonight." Kebos put a foot on the door, holding it open as the girl backed away slowly without another word. Kebos flashed a sly grin before putting his gun back in it's holster beneath his jacket. He walked in the club, letting the door shut behind him, leaving his entourage behind without a thought. He found himself inside the club now, but somewhere in the back where the fun wasn't. He could see the bottle girl walking down the hallway. Figuring she'd be heading back to the floor, he followed her. After a series of doors and hallways, Kebos finally made it inside the club. It was a sight, for sure. People were dancing, drinks were being served, the music was bumping. Something was in the air and it pulled on Kebos like a leash as he danced his way into the crowd. Could it be vormur? Varos? Something had a scent that stood out from the sweat, grime, and cheap cologne that filled the air. That's when he heard a voice. A voice as sweet as the scent coming from it's direction.

"Yeah. Might've seen me in a dream or two. I know I've seen you in mine. Name's Kebos. What's yours?" Kebos replied with a soft smile.

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[Amara Zambrano]

Gata​

Not recognizing someone was hardly suspicious, and even if Kebos was a stranger she wouldn't have thought anything of it, but being asked her name with it so prominently displayed at the front door checked a few boxes that made her not recognizing him make sense. "Smooth," Amara said, flattered, with a quickly widening smile. They were in a club, she assumed he was here to party as much as she was, and, well, he was easy on the eyes, so she decided to ignore the signs that maybe he wasn't supposed to be here right now - it was her party anyways, who was going to tell her no? "Name's Amara." She added, signaling to the two on either of side her with a subtle nod of her head that she wanted space - they wordlessly moved away, likely off to dance with someone else.

She lowered her arms a little as she drew closer, eyeing him with just as much interest as she was being given by him - no, probably a little bit more. Amara didn't say anything else at first, deciding to continue to dance a little while she gauged how she'd like the conversation to go. "You always chat up the women throwing the parties you're crashing?" She asked, off-handedly, almost in the same way she might've asked for the time or weather. He was nice enough, or at least smooth enough, and she wasn't prissy enough for her to call security on him, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to poke at him for it. "I hope you don't mind I'll be charging you for sneaking in," she teased, pushing herself up onto her toes as she leaned forwards to get closer to eye level. "I charge by the hour, and I think it comes out to just about.. all of your attention on me 'til you leave." She whispered into his ear. Leaning back a bit, and now firmly off of her toes, Amara started to dance again while she kept her eyes trained on him.

"If you find me a drink I like then maybe I'll consider letting you pay with more than just your eyes."

The bartenders all had her favorite drinks committed to memory, but she wanted to see if he'd figure that out all on his own or surprise her.

 

[Kebos]

Amara.

He looked in her eyes, refusing to avert his gaze despite the voluptuous Zabrak eyeing him from about 3 meters behind her. She, like everyone else at the moment, was nothing but a blur. Background noise. Each time the light hit Amara's face, her eyes would sparkle like a spiced rum with two ice. He re-focused, realizing she was speaking to him. For a brief moment, his eyes moved to her lips then back to hers. Her friends had walked off, leaving him to her and her to him. She moved with a dangerous grace. Like she was warning him what he was about to get into. Kebos was one to move towards danger and not away.

"Heh, I guess you caught me, Amara. I gotta say you were not what I was expecting." he said as she came even closer. "And I'll pay whatever price you need me to." he said with a sly grin. Her voice slipped into his ear and he could hear every word of hers through the noise of the club. A cold shiver would've shaken a lesser man's spine. She stepped back but he wanted to move closer. Almost reached a hand out to gently touch her waist, but he didn't want to commit just yet. She could have just been toying with him. Making a play for the evening. He wondered, in his head, was he down for it. He could be convinced that's for sure.

"Don't go no where. I'll be right back." he said to her, biting his lower lip as he kept his eyes on her briefly before turning and walking to the bar. The music starting coming into focus again. He moved with a bop to step, bouncing to the beat. He squeezed between a bothan and twi'lek to get to the bar. He waved over a bartender. She was a slender girl. Human. Couldn't be any older than 23. As she leaned over to Kebos, he suddenly remembered. He forgot what she asked for. Did she even say? "Something she liked..." he thought to himself. He had to think fast. The bartender was started to smile for too long. "Uhh...Lemme get 2 Mind Erasers." he yelled out. The bartender nodded and started making his order.

While he waited, Kebos leaned against the bar and looked out in the crowd, searching for Amara. Just as he saw her again, the bartender slid the drinks to Kebos. He pulled his credit chip out and slid it over to her. He grabbed it back once she was done, took the drinks, and returned to where he last saw Amara. Once she blessed his gaze once more, he walked up to her as he held out one of the glasses. "Ever had one of these? It's a Mind Eraser. Just a name, though. I swear." he laughed.

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[Amara Zambrano]

BELLAKEO​

In a galaxy where nothing, at the end of it all, really mattered there was never a strictly correct, or wrong, choice to her pointless little quest. It was a test, if a subtle one, to gauge his interest more than anything else. Time, effort, things she'd never gotten out of the people she truly wanted it from - so she pulled others into her orbit to get it from people who she knew weren't going to be around for long. Kebos wasn't really different in that way, though she certainly wouldn't mind if something wrapped the two of them together for just a little while longer, but she already knew she was heading home in a few days and he didn't strike her as the kind of man that'd either want to meet her father or that he'd approve of - and that was one of the people whose time she truly wanted.

"I wouldn't want to forget this," She said, with a smile spread coquettishly across her face, as she took the drink from him. A sip first, then exaggerated wonder second. "I like it, almost as much as I like that you've surprised me with another favorite." Laying it on thick, she supposed, but then she never really was one to play hard to get. It made it easier that way, a candle that burned twice as fast only to burn out before it could reveal anything of meaning, and as the song changed she resumed dancing, a little, swaying with the glass in her hand before downing it in one go - she laughed, or perhaps a giggle really. "Come on, dance with me." Amara said, setting the glass down on a tray just off to the right, a table of sorts for guests to drop off their emptied drinks out of convenience before they made it to the floor. She tugged at wrist with her other hand, looking expectantly at him as she started walking backwards back towards the dancefloor.

"I'll make it worth your while."

 

[Kebos]

Worth his while?

He couldn't think of anything else he would rather be doing with his time at that moment. He followed her lead, moving closer to her as they danced to the beat. His eyes traced her curves, not missing a detail on her. Her dress clung in all the right spots, revealing more skin than hiding it. She was waiting for someone to come along and notice her. This precious gem in this otherwise hotbox of well-travelled hooch and Kebos had her attention.

"I like the way you move. Never seen you around here before." He reached out to gently place his hand on her hip and guide her closer. "Where you from?", leaning into her ear. The aroma on her neck was enchanting. He bit his lower lip as he pulled away. He downed what was left of his drink, setting his glass near hers.

He wondered where things were headed. He hadn't anticipated finding Amara or someone even half as stunning. He wasn't about to complain either. As they grinded on one another, Kebos noticed others around them looking at them. Most of them were eyeing his prize, naturally. They all saw Kebos body to body with the VIP. His pride was swelling.

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[Amara Zambrano]

Perdió Este Culo​

She couldn't take her eyes off of them - his eyes, tracing every contour and movement of her body. It didn't matter how nicely he dressed, how big or small, intimidating or welcoming, he was, Kebos was giving her what she'd always wanted and now that she had it there was only one thing on her mind: him. The flashing lights that lit up the club around them had long since turned into flashes of color that lit up his face and her, mood lighting that enhanced her tunnel vision while they moved together to the beat and tune of the music that she both felt in her chest and hardly heard with her ears whenever he spoke. Her smile had been flirtatious, intentional, when he'd ran into her but there wasn't even a hint of purpose behind the one she was wearing now. It was genuine, like the infatuation he'd steadily filled her with.

She felt herself shiver a little at the sensation of air moving over her ear, his voice smooth as the drink she'd downed just moments ago. "It's a going away party, trying to follow me home?" She teased. She pressed forwards, one hand seeking where his neck and shoulder met while the other explored against his shirt towards the center of his chest. "Maena." Amara answered coyly. There was a pause there, a momentary lull, where it seemed like she was ready to say something else but then a subtle clench of her jaw suggested she decided against it and it disappeared with another smile. Just as Amara decided to suggest something else she could tell his focus had meandered away from her, enjoying the focus of everyone else that'd been after her that night instead, and she tugged at his shoulder - just a little - to pull him back.

"Careful, you don't want to trade my attention for theirs do you?"

The corner of her lip had wavered, like she'd bit back the urge to frown, but she maintained her smile as if she'd practiced it. The hand that'd she'd held against his chest slipped around to his back as she pulled herself closer to him, her body pressed up tightly to his, and practically stood on her toes to get her lips back to his ear opposite the hand that she'd grasped his shoulder with. "You can dance with a trophy, or you can wake up with me." She said softly as the music faded down as the song ended, another already fading in as she turned her head a little more towards his and kissed his ear.

"Your choice."

 

[Kebos]

He had not heard of Maena before. Though, at this moment, he was willing to go however far it would take to get there just for her. This sensation she was giving him was electrifying. The combination of drink and music probably helped get him to where he was now. He was confident before, but something about her intimidated him. She was another level of beauty he had not seen so close before.

"Listen, you keep this up and you're going to struggle to get rid of me. Understand?"

Her hand against his chest would be met by muscle. If she focused closely enough, his heart would be beating faster than a normal person's would be. His blood was pumping hard in this moment. You wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him, but he was getting hot and bothered the longer he remained in her presence.

"Trust and believe me, Amara, yours is the only attention I'm striving for. I got a spot nearby if you want your last night here to something special." He could not help but imagine her in all kinds of scenarios other than where they were now. Some could make a weaker-minded individual's head spin. Kebos was ready to get Amara off that dance floor and away from the rabble. He held her close as she pulled herself in, breathing in her essence. His hand wandered down her back to around her tailbone. The urge to plant his lips on hers was so very strong, but he held back for the moment to present itself.

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[Amara Zambrano]

BESO​

Keep this up?

The night was starting to wind down - well, actually, it wasn't, but the time she was willing to spend out for this night in particular was quickly running out. From the moment she'd climbed out of the bacta tank she'd spent the first two decades of her life in Amara had made a promise to herself that, to this day, she hadn't broken. Every day, every want and desire, every urge and impulse, she'd live and choose like they were her last. Whenever something grew stale she tossed it to the side, like her stint as a smuggler, but anything she did was something she gave her all for. "I don't want you to tell me, I want you to show me." She said, looking Kebos in the eyes. Right now? Right now she wanted him. Not some special connection, nothing romantic, there wasn't anything he could do to satisfy her on that front - no, she wanted him to want her with every fiber of his being.

She looked him up and down again as she slipped away as the music slowed, a distance that matched the changing tempo. Her hands were raised slightly, reaching out for his, fingers stretched and a pout on her lips. "You can do that, can't you?" She asked, her voice louder than the music for maybe the first time - maybe the last, as the tempo and the volume started to pick up again soon after. Her feet shuffled towards him again and she pushed her hands into his, the gap between them shrinking as quickly as the song reached a fever pitch. Then she pushed herself into him, pressing herself up against him really, and drew herself up towards the nape of his neck to say something in his ear.

An inhale; cold, sharp, air pulled into her lungs through her lips.

"This is when you're supposed to kiss me." Amara said softly, just loud enough for him to hear.

An exhale; hot, soft, air breathed from her lips into his ear. "And take me home."

 

[Kebos]

His heart pounded like a drum as her words slithered into his head. His lust blurred his intuition. The alcohol just made it worse. Or better, based on point of view. Each time Amara came close, he would get another breeze of her perfume blessing his nose. She made her intentions clear. He had to see where this was headed.

He pulled her in closer, grooving with the beat and matching her movements as he came closer, pressing his lips against hers. A spark flew through his body. His hands rested at her hips as he gently tightened his grip. As he slowly pulled away from her lips, he opened his eyes. He licked his lips, tasting her lip gloss. Dahna fruit, maybe?

"Let's get out of here." He took her by the hand and lead her to the front, slipping through the crowd. He moved with a smile and pep in his step. Once they reached the door, he'd pull her in close and kissed her again. He was growing addicted to her touch with each embrace. He had to get her out of this place. Kebos pushed through the front doors with Amara in tow. His airspeeder was waiting for them just outside the club. He walked her to his ride and opened her door for her. After helping her into the speeder, he'd shut her door and go to get in on the driver side. "So, my place or yours?"

Amara Zambrano ​