Submissive Negotiations (Star Wars Padme x Jabba Commission) (excerpt - The Dance)

“Trusted friends and associates of his Excellency, Jabba the Hutt!” ED-17 announced. At his proclamation, the palace denizens dutifully fell silent, turning toward Jabba’s platform. The protocol droid and Bib Fortuna stood, with Jabba loomed behind them patiently, preparing himself a drink in preparation for what was to come. “Tonight, his Excellency has graciously prepared some unique entertainment for all of you to enjoy.”

As the droid said this Bib turned to where Padme and Sabe were waiting off to the side, nodding. Right on queue, two of Jabba’s harem slaves stepped out first, drawing out a privacy screen to shield the many gawking eyes of the palace denizens. Bib then pointedly nodded to Padme and Sabe herself, beckoning them into the center of the audience chamber.

Padme took a deep breath, rubbing her bare arms and steeling herself for what she and Sabe were about to do. She kept telling herself that everything would be fine, that nobody in Jabba’s palace would be able to place her or know who she really was. She, Sabe and her other former handmaidens on Naboo had played this game time and time again. She had even been able to fool her own parents on occasion back on Naboo by having one of her handmaidens posing as her in the palace. Surely this would be no different; just another performance, albeit literally this time.

Still, doubt tugged away at her. If even a single person in Jabba’s palace was shrewd enough to deduce who she was and spread word of this, her political career would be at an end. Not to mention, her public reputation would be in an even worse state if it was discovered that she was putting on provocative dance performances for Jabba the Hutt. Nute Gunray would no longer need to assassinate her at that point; she would have effectively brought about her own end.

Seemingly sensing her trepidation, Sabe rubbed a hand up and down Padme’s naked back. Padme nearly flinched at first when she felt her touch thanks to how wound up she was, but when she looked over her shoulder and saw Sabe in her very familiar facade and makeup. The very same that she herself wore time and again.

“You’ll do great. It’s not your first time,” Sabe whispered encouragingly.

Padme took a deep breath. “It’s certainly my first time doing something like this.”

“I know,” Sabe said, resting her chin on Padme’s shoulder. “Just remember what you are working to accomplish here. This will all be worth it. And remember, I’m here with you.”

Padme smiled, blushing slightly beneath her thick mask of makeup. As always, she felt bolstered by the presence of her most loyal friend and decoy. “I could never do something like this without you.”

Bib snapped his fingers at them impatiently, the majordomo urging them to step up once more. Shaking her head, Padme snapped to attention and stepped up into the center of Jabba’s audience chamber while Sabe followed closely behind her. At Bib’s instruction, both Padme and Sabe stood on opposite sides of the chamber, striking a resting pose like they had rehearsed.

Above them on Jabba’s platform, ED-17 continued. “Tonight, two beautiful dancers are here to charm you and enthrall you with a delightful performance. We are pleased to present to you, two former royal handmaidens from the core world of Naboo!”

The two slaves let the screen drop, unveiling both Padme and Sabe to the many watchful eyes of Jabba’s court. Upon their scantily-clad bodies being revealed to the many palace inhabitants, the chamber erupted into raucous applause. Padme was immensely thankful that the white mask of makeup hid her bright blushing face, as the sheer embarrassment of having nearly a hundred sets of eyes on her nearly naked body would’ve been plain to see otherwise. Looking directly across the room at Sabe, she could tell that her friend was more composed than she was at that moment, giving her a small smile that only she could pick up on. Despite her shame and nervousness, Padme gave her decoy a subtle nod.

Jabba gave a pleased rumble at the enticing sight of the two beautiful young women from Naboo. “Begin!” Jabba commanded enthusiastically.

His band began playing their music, the very same song that Padme and Sabe had practiced to the night before. Upon the first booming sound of the drums, Padme and Sabe began to move, moving their hips and swaying in tandem to the tune as they began gradually sashaying their bodies closer to each other from one side of the chamber to the other.

Sabe led the dance, being more confident and experienced in this regard, but Padme kept up with her and mimicked her movements with near perfection. Their bodies moved and flowed like water across the audience chamber to the tandem of the pounding drums, their legs kicking and their feet gracefully sliding across the floor. Several times, Padme and Sabe traded places from one end of the chamber to the others, their arms and one of their legs briefly linking up and brushing against each other when they crossed the center of the chamber to trade places.

Throughout the chamber, Padme heard the whoops and catcalls from the many onlookers in Jabba’s court. Black market dealers, bounty hunters and probably a crooked politician or two all vocalized their enthusiasm. Despite knowing that they were all scum, the effect was still infectious to Padme. The approval from the crowd only bolstered her confidence and spurred her on. Like the twi’lek harem slaves had taught her and Sabe the night before, she began moving her taut, flat belly in a breathtaking ritualistic rhythm during the band’s chorus, prompting even more cheers from the onlookers.

Above all the cheering gawkers, she heard Jabba’s booming laughter in between him gulping down his beverage. His approval mattered more than anyone else’s in that chamber, and thankfully he began vocalizing that approval. “Yes! More, my beauties! Now show us all what Naboo royal handmaidens do when nobody else is watching!”

Padme paused for the briefest of moments, caught off guard. This was not what she and Sabe had rehearsed. Surely he did not intend the two of them to…

Sabe, however, was not deterred. Padme robotically danced her way toward her, and Sabe improvised in a way that Padme was not at all prepared for. As they were able to meet toward the center of the chamber once more, Sabe swept Padme into her arms. The disguised senator yelped as she embraced mid-dance by her best friend and decoy. Before she knew it, Sabe’s plush, painted lips were pressing against hers, her tongue snaking its way into Padme’s mouth.

Padme’s eyes widened as Sabe brazenly made out with her in front of Jabba the Hutt and his entire voyeuristic court. Padme, realizing that she needed to play along, quickly followed Sabe’s lead, tangling her tongue with Sabe’s in their own private little oral dance that only they were privy to.

This had not been the first time she and Sabe had kissed, of course. While she was queen, Padme and Sabe had enjoyed their moments of intimacy together in the Theed royal bathhouse while nobody else was around. Some of her first sexual experiences had been with Sabe, as her loyal friend had helped her explore her body and sate some of her own blossoming curiosities. That had been years ago, and Padme still treasured those moments of learning how to kiss from Sabe, even if they’d not pushed their relationship any further than that. Muscle memory allowed her to fall right back into blissful intimacy with Sabe like they’d never even parted ways.

Realizing at once that Jabba and the rest of the crowd could not see the full extent of what Sabe and Padme’s tongues were doing, Padme was emboldened to up the ante in a way that Jabba and his court could clearly see. She clapped her hand to Sabe’s pert, toned ass, giving her ample cheek a greedy squeeze. Sabe squealed with delight into Padme’s mouth as they continued to kiss, still moving their bodies to the music as much as they awkwardly could, coupled together as they were in that moment.

As the song was winding down to the final chorus, Sabe slid one hand up through Padme’s shear red loincloth, stroking her inner thigh while she purposefully grinded herself against Padme’s knee just once before pulling back, their mouth and legs disentangling and a thin strand of spit connecting their flushed mouths. Both of their faces were flushed beneath their white makeup and their lips were slightly smeared red from their lipstick as they pulled back from their kiss, their eyes locking on each other and sharing the same look of lust.

The onlookers in the audience were very amplified by now, cheering, whistling and catcalling. At least a couple of the degenerates had pulled their cocks out to masturbate openly at the sight of the two supposed handmaidens from Naboo putting on a seductive erotic dance for them and spooning each other in a sapphic display. Jabba most of all was quite pleased, his amused chuckling eclipsing any of the other cheers from the crowd from atop his platform.