The Most Dangerous Work (Vineech)

[Dancer]

She whirled on her stiletto heel on the table top. The stench of the cigarettes, spice, and cheep alcohol filled the room. As Mystique dipped in a graceful arc, bringing her bosom to bear with one of the paying patrons, she could feel the table wobbling under her weight. These cheep clubs had even cheaper merchandise. A lesser dancer would have fallen off the table twenty minutes ago. The man before her reached out drunkenly, Mystique pulled back in her crouch, letting her ample butt reward the man behind her. Looking back with sultry eyes she began treating him with a generous and vigorous twerking. These men had been getting more aggressive over the session, she was grateful it was almost over. Table dancing was even more dangerous than pole dancing, however it paid very well.

"Fething hell, she is amazing," said a drunken Twe'lik at the table.

"Hey baby, let me take you out back after this, show you how a real man does things," slurred his intoxicated human compatriot.

Mystique swished her scarlet locks in reply as she rose to her full height in a sensual twist. Letting her body flow with the music in a generous roll, she took a few more steps forward, the table wobbled each time her heels struck its surface. Suddenly she slid to the right in a go-go fashioned shimmy before turning on her heel. One leg went up in a wide arc, revealing her skirt's contents briefly. The patrons let out a loud hoot of approval.

"Feth, baby you need to let me take you out back after this and let me use that thing," the human said, clapping.

That was when the timer went off. A wave of relief washed over Mystique's body as she eased herself off. Stalking away, she began to make her way back to the bar, where it was more safe. Over the din of the club she could hear she was being followed. The dancer quickened her crimson heels, a tremor of terror hit her. She didn't need to have another incident. She was just now starting to--

"Hey babe, you wanna take me up on that dance now?" said the human male again.

She swallowed her terror and looked back. He had that familiar intoxicated grin. The one of evil. The one of destructive, crooked desire. Terror flashed in the woman's eyes. She managed a nervous smile and shook her head, hurried her feet again. He grabbed her arm, "Oh, come on, babe I do you so good, let me show you what I can do."

Mystique felt a scream in her throat--but her throat constricted too tight, she couldn't make a noise. She pulled against his hand around her arm, instead he slammed her frail body against the wall, eliciting short cry of pain. His hand across her mouth cut it short.

"Your-a come along with me," he growled, his hot revolting breath on her skin. The only thing more disgusting than what was coming from his lips was the evil gleam in his eyes. "And your-a not gonna fight me. You-a understand now?"

Mystique felt her breath coming in short terrified spurts. She didn't want this--not again.

[member="Vineech"]

 

[Vineech]

How delightful. Once more the Sith Assassin found herself abandoning her ideals and values for the sake of profit. The following week, she had inducted herself in the profession of Hutt erotic dancing. She applied the fitting make-up, free hand used to scroll down the given assassination contract she'd accepted. "It's been nearly two karking weeks. I have not the patience for this," She hissed beneath her breath, shrinking the datalog's feed after a towering man suited up and carrying two thinly veiled woman came bursting into the bathroom. They slammed against the glass mirror, beside her, prodding and groping at each other while whispering erotic foreplay. Vineech finished applying her lip-stick, throwing it aside.

"Get over here, Emo queen, this package is big enough for one more." The woman stared intently into the mirror, a brief chuckle offered before she walked away. "Can't say I'm in the mood for breaking you, love, perhaps another time." Exiting the bathroom, her sights were filled with flashing lights, dancing bodies and cash being thrown about. Taking it all in, the Sith momentarily shivered, her red hues gleaming intently from the abundance of lustful energy. Suddenly, her ears perked, her head snapping in Mystique's direction after the girl's brief cry of pain. "Would you look at that.." She whispered, walking as if time was a luxury she possessed. Vineech cared not for the dancer, nor her safety. This was strictly business.

The woman stomped on a dancing, oversized creature's foot, herself met with an angered snarl and gaze. Without words, she pointed toward the man gripping at Mystique. He turned towards him, fists clinching. Suddenly, Mystique would find the man's breath gone, his boots scraping against her backside. In short, he was raised into the air by a snarling, six legged monstrosity. "You get a red-headed queen and you're all big and bad, huh, bub? Fine." The male squirmed, his vocal cords popping under the crushing force of the creature's hands. "Take 'er out. I'm sure she'd love some fresh air. Here, I'll help ya'" The creature motioned the man to the side, grunting aloud before quite literally ramming him against the wall, his body bursting through the wall and onto the pavement outside.

All the while, Vineech concealed a chuckle. "That .. That'll certainly do." The music cut, many curious brows looking over the area. Vineech, herself, would approach Mystique, looking back at the Hut Club. "I would personally like to offer a 'kark you' to each and every one of you here." She looked towards the man that groped her last week, "kark you," Towards the Hut, "kark you," Towards the creature that previously hauled the male into the streets. "Fuc-..well..you're fi-" A blaster shot whizzed past her. Many snarling faces assuming Vineech was the person responsible. From within her outfit, notably the breast-region, she revealed a ticking bomb, tossing it onto the ground before the vicinity was engulfed in smoke. She walked out the hole, slinging the unconscious man over her back before making her way away from the scene.

"Never again.." She hissed.

@Mystique

 

[Dancer]

Mystique felt a wave of confusion at the transpiring events. One second she was facing the prospect of another violent act from a violent being, the next there was a hole in the wall and blasters were starting to go off. And someone, she thought the female who had been her rescuer tossed a bomb, releasing smoke in the area.

Her fight instinct had been all but beaten out of her with every violent act she had been subject to--but her flight was far from gone. She leaped out of the hole and dove for cover as a few more shots went whizzing by wildly. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and pressed her fists against her temples. She was terrified, shaking, begging the universe to not let her be hurt again. Her breathing came in sharp, ragged gasps. She wanted it all to go away, she just wanted to be safe again. She had been before, would she ever be again? Why did people have to be so mean and hurt each other?

The woman who had saved her began walking out the new hole in the wall, made by her assailant. She hefted the male's body on her shoulder and muttered something. Mystique knew that it was wise to stay on the good side of the strong--and most everyone was stronger than her. She didn't care at this point who she was, or if she was good or bad, what she knew was enough; she wasn't one of the people shooting at her. That worked.

Ducking low, she scurried closer to the female and did her best to stay close--but not too close.

[member="Vineech"]