Take Off the Hat

[Peligroso Perra]

Peli swaggered into the office. She'd tried smoking a cigarello to look sultry, but honestly it made her cough and that osik was terrible for your health. She decided to just use her natural assets and sway like a snake on stilts instead. Her dress was tight enough that if she moved too quickly she got dizzy, and her cleavage was all sorts of out there. In short she was looking fine as hell. At least five men had to sit down with random objects clutched desperately to their laps and three women swooned.

Peli however, was on a mission.

A business mission.

Like the businesswoman she was.

She took her business super serious. Other then married people, business was the only thing that got her hot and bothered. Sometimes in the dead of night when she was all alone, she called up the stock market info-line and listened to the days stocks. Got her every time.

Peli was on a two-fold business mission. First she had to get the Galactic Republic to agree to buy her shoes. High-heels, loafers, boots, any kind you could think of. The kind with sequins or snake-skin were her favourite, but if they really insisted she'd do military stuff too.

There was a more personal side to this mission though. She wanted to expand, and the one person who could get her the exclusive contract she needed, was also the one with the business she wanted. Hats! If she could get into hats as well, corner the market on shoes and hats, she'd literally have people from top to bottom.

And so she sashayed in to some office probably and also I guess there was a secretary, but honestly I'm not committed enough to this satire to roll literally every side character like a lunatic.

"Ahm ehxpectehd-"

She coughed a few times.

"Sorry. I'm expected, I have an appointment."

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Punctuation. The more you had it, the more epic your story was.

Separation. Paragraphs upon tiny paragraphs. Can you feel it build?

Geneviève sat in her office like she might have every normal weekend and mused over deep thoughts like flashes of lightning over peanut butter and bacta. It was all a dream, was it not? The metaphors. They came to her like a tauntaun on spice.

The dreams. So they were real. The two were bound to meet by destiny and the Force was probably important to this story too. Gen was mostly an atheist but now she was beginning to change her mind. Smooth.

The margarine finished materializing in her materializer that she invented by herself (because she is brilliant and beautiful) and had sold fifty trillion galaxywide as part of her strings-attached home-ec charity program. Taking out the wavy blond waves of artificially produced artificial butter, Gen looked up and spotted the woman before her with wavy blond waves of hair who had somehow bypassed all security measures because T&A gets anyone past the TSA.

Spreading her margarine across natural, whole-grain toast, the Prime Minister absently stared at this fine specimen, her full lips very full. Oh, and she had her hat on, by the way. "It's rude to walk in on public officials who are very special," she said. "But I suppose I can make an exception." For an exceptional beauty.

Finally, someone as naturally gorgeous as herself! The tension was about to wind up.

[member="Peligroso Perra"]

 

[Peligroso Perra]

Blue eyes batted like a genosian had just flown into them, fluttering away, totally not making her look like perhaps she ought to be wearing a helmet whenever she went outside. She took a deep breath before answering, making sure she leaned forward so her cleavage was displayed at it's absolute best angle. She thought about going for the coveted pose seen on many book and movie covers that would show off both her cleavage and her butt at the same time, but last she'd done that she'd damaged her spine, so she'd save it for when she really needed it.

"I can see just how.."

Her eyes traversed the length of the woman before her, stopping on those plump lips that had totally just formed some words in like, the almost sexiest way possible. But not the very sexiest because that was Peli, duh.

"special you are. That's why I've come to talk to you."

Her eyes travelled up to the hat. Oh that hat! It would make her at least another fortune and a half! And what lay beneath it? Probably more perfectly lustrous hair, and definitely not anything gross like dandruff.

"I'm sure I don't need to introduce myself since everyone in the whole entire galaxy already knows the name of Peligroso Perra. I'm here to do you a favour, that totally isn't just a thinly veiled attempt to make myself more important and relevant by staging an agreement about something that will literally never come up again ever except when I use it to tell people how important I am. I'm here to make shoes for your whole entire Republic."

She paused, to make a super serious and earnest face, which was also a good chance to try on a sexy little pout.

"I can do this because even though that's a mind-boggling number of feet, I control every single person living on Trandosha. Like, every single one. And they all make shoes for me. You're welcome."

This meeting was supposed to be about business, but they hadn't even got to the other bit yet and there was totally so much sexual tension that you could probably package it and sell it.

Like as a gag gift or something.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Those eyes. Her lashes dusted majestically like the wings of a Diathim or whatever other winged creature--sentient or non-sentient--one could think of. It was like sugar and spice and everything nice, but she had that cougar persona going for her as well, and that really made her seem like an innocent girl as she stood, but an undeniably, uncontrollably, uber-powerful woman who don't listen to no man and controls her destiny by totally not selling out and being a whore.

Gen was breathless as her visitor's sultry, singsong voice caressed her ears and drove a spike of sexual space cocaine into her brain and hormonal systems, triggering a reaction that cannot be described here. Suffice to say, the blonde was like black magic to the senses and Geneviève was utterly captivated.

The problem was the she was super powerful too, so they both were kind of on even footing, and they would probably be playing this tension real hard because they are each incredibly smart and dominating women but will inevitably give in by the end of this totally business-centered thread about buying shoes and getting royalties off hat sales and wind up in a comfortable bed or in a totally weird place not intended for adult activities--but one they would utilize to its fullest capacity nonetheless. But first, they needed to talk serious business like professional and political women, though their dialogue would naturally be laced with subtle innuendo that would be highlighted by tonal stress denoted with italics.

Gen glanced down at Peli's pair but tried to make it look like she was not, because her mind was really focused on business even though those knockers were awesome to look at. "Yes, I'd say you're quite special as well."

Of course, Lasedri already knew this obscenely shapely woman's name before she had even been born. Her family had been keeping track of all the influential people on Trandosha for generations. "I'm sure you don't need to introduce yourself, either. But please do." The Prime Minister diverted her attention from Peli's face (or was it above her abdomen?) to note the fancy stripper shoes her caller was wearing so professionally. It did not matter if they were impossible to actually walk in without hurting your feet. Gen was certain that they really emphasized that glorious derriere. She would have to take a look sometime over the course of this legitimate business conversation.

If you kept repeating it was business, then that was what it was.

"And the Republic thanks you for your contribution to our feet." Sadly, the Prime Minister was not wearing genuine Trandoshan shoes from the Perra family. She had been wearing flats for her entire life, and she hoped this spectacular female would forgive her. "I should really test out your shoes sometime." As well as her other articles of clothing. For business reasons. She was watching out for the welfare of the Republic, after all.

"What was it you came to see me for, though?" Obviously, it was development licenses and nothing else that could possibly be confused as non-business activities.

[member="Peligroso Perra"]

 

[Rex Power Colt]

Rex was pacing outside of the communication hub. He felt like a trapped koala shark, desperately awaiting the time in which he may forego his duty's temporary boundaries and engorge himself upon the saltiness of battle. Finally, a toaster dinging sound was heard and he went inside. Going to the out-messaging station, he asked the attendant, "Is it mine?" as he snatched the new message up nonetheless. The attendant rolled his eyes and said, "Yeeess..."

As the attendant sounded out the Y, Rex was already making his way out of the room and opening the e-correspondence capsule. He power walked down the hall, as all bad-ass tanks of men must, and read the messages. One bad thing after another: squadrons beset by enemy triggered space phenomenon, denial of capture points (preventing conquest), friendly forces taken prisoner, and the list went on. On the upside, this meant that business would be booming for Rex. On the downside, he was going to have to cancel his entry into the Kath Hound Wrestling Worlds Championship in the Scaribbeans.

His tree-like limbs bumped people and objects, but he didn't pay them any mind. He finally got to [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]'s office and knocked on the glass with the e-correspondence capsule. Standing and filling in the open doorway with his large frame, he lifted up, stared at Gen, and waggled the capsule, silently asking if he could come in. He noticed the posturing guest woman in front of Gen's desk, but focused on what mattered in this moment. He couldn't help but get a good handful of glimpses at 'dat butt, doe'.

[member="Peligroso Perra"]