The Lusty Lekku: Introductions

[Tasha Blackwell]

The Lusty Lekku
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It was close to 3 am, and thankfully the customers were winding down. She had been center-stage tonight, her sensual movements keeping her audience at the edge of their seats. She wore a white dress tonight that came off in parts until she was left only in a lacy and frilly thing that left little to the imagination. Tasha was fully on display from the waist up and she owned the stage she was on, breezing through her routine. Every movement oozed elegance, every motion perfectly precise and mesmerizing. It was clear she actually enjoyed this work and did it by choice. There was unnatural grace in how she moved, and she even tossed in some nifty tricks that resulted in loud hooting and shouting.

Credits were flying in all directions and she had fat stacks of them wedged into the sides of her flimsy undergarment. A few men were already kicked out for trying to touch her, and she wasn’t taking any private dances tonight. All in all, however, the Lusty Lekku’s newest hire was proving to be a huge success. The crowds were dwindling now and people were stepping out, leaving behind only one or two drunkards mumbling to themselves.

Tasha picked up her clothing, putting the pieces back on as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Her blue skin had a sheen to it, and she was imposingly tall with her heels. She tossed her red hair over her shoulders and made her way towards the bar, wanting to help herself to a drink. Being sober all night was a pain when everyone around her was so trashed. 3 am sounded like the perfect time to start drinking for the night.

She leaned over the bar, grinning at the bartender while flashing her yellow eyes. It always made an impact when others looked into her gaze - whether it was fear or an odd magnetism they couldn’t explain. The bartender simply stared for a moment before he realized she was asking for a drink. Flustered, he stepped away to retrieve it for her, leaving behind a chuckling Tasha that was as breezy as ever with her mannerisms.

“Tonight was busier than usual,” The man said as he slid over a glass of a bright pink drink, “You sure know what you’re doing up there.”

“Oh? Caught yourself a free show?” She grinned at him.

“Employee perks, what can I say,” He smiled right back.

@Arclight

 

[Ti'ame]

The night had been a busy one at the Lusty Lekku. It had been Tasha's big debut at the club and it had made waves. Ti'ame had watched her dance from the sidelines, her mind in turmoil as emotions danced through it all night. Fear, envy, and desire had all made their appearance in her mind as her eyes had followed svelte blue curves in their graceful movements. Ti'ame had never drawn a crowd like the one that had shown up for Tasha, and the fear of being replaced that had struck her on first sight of the woman was all too real for her now. Ti'ame's night had been spent working the crowd, waitressing, giving private dances, and a fair few jaunts up to the bedrooms with the occasional free spending customer. Even those stung with the bitter feeling of envy as minds filled with lust for the azure Pantoran on stage settled for the next best thing available to them.

Yet despite all that, Ti'ame couldn't help but be enthralled at the way Tasha effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone in the room. Drawn to the woman like a moth to flame, she had spent the evening doing everything she could to stay as close to the stage as possible, her mind constantly on the blue beauty that owned the stage, eyes daringly glancing up in a mix of jealousy and want with every opportunity. She had been caught at least once, that she knew of, her stomach somersaulting as she looked up to sneak another peak, directly into burning yellow orbs. She knew her face must have turned several shades darker as she had averted her eyes down to the floor and scurried off to place a drink order that she had only been half paying attention to in the first place.

With the night coming to a close and the place clearing out, there was little now to do except clean up the evenings mess. Starting nearest the stage, Ti'ame was busy wiping down tables as Tasha ended her last routine. What is wrong with me? Ti'ame thought to herself, stealing side-eyed glances at the sweat-sheened dancer as she collected her clothing. There was something magnetic about her, or maybe it was just the way that she had played Ti'ame's heartstrings like a fiddle during that first dance in Cait's office. Whatever the reason, Ti'ame was enamored. Her heart pounded as Tasha dismounted the stage and walked past her to the bar. Edging closer to her trail, the briefest hint of perfume lingered behind her. Finishing the table that she had polished to nearly a shine, Ti'ame followed, doing a half-assed sweep of each table as she grew closer to the bar.

Heart pounding as she approached, Ti'ame contemplated going straight up to the bar and saying hello, but immediately dismissed the idea. With her heartbeat driving into her ears, she could barely hear herself think, let alone attempt to strike up a conversation with the woman that had her so frazzled. Instead she stopped at a table next to the bar, quietly eavesdropping as she cleaned. Or at least she intended to be quiet. In reality, her eye's were nearly glued to the flowing red mane that cascaded down Tasha's neck, wanting nothing more than to run her fingers down its length. And then disaster struck as she daydreamed, her arm bumping a stack of plates off the table and sending them falling to the floor. "Eeeek!" She screamed as she tried to catch the plates but only managed to send them tumbling further away from her as they clattered noisily.

@Sreeya

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

The man was beginning to bore her now. At this point, she had her fat wad of credits out and she began to count it. The man was getting enough “mhmm” and “ahas” to keep him talking about himself, and she doubted any of the stories he told about himself were true. She occasionally lifted her fingers to twirl through her hair, making the man sigh and stare longingly. She knew everything she was doing even if she didn’t make eye contact. Every little sigh she made, every way she bit her lip, the way she batted her eyes or tossed her hair, all of it was practiced and perfected over time.

That was why she didn’t miss Tiame’s arrival or the way the young twi’lek hovered around her practically all night. Tasha couldn’t deny she found it charming, but she didn’t look up just yet, still counting her money. She could feel the woman through the Force, and she shined like a beacon. It became abundantly clear that she had no idea she was a Force sensitive, and it was the most curious thing ever.

As soon as the plates began to fall, Tasha barely looked up. The first plate fell and shattered, but the others above it fell oddly slow. They stacked directly on the ground on top of another, and there was no explanation for it. By the time Tiame looked up again, Tasha would be looking directly at her, her yellow eyes as piercing as ever.

“Isn’t it past your hours here, Baby Blue?” She asked sweetly, crossing over slender leg over the other as she leaned back in her seat. Tasha had studied the schedules and the twi’lek was supposed to clock out at least an hour ago. Nevertheless, a smile tugged at her lips as she eyed her curiously. She had never used Tiame’s name with her, preferring to keep using the nickname she gave her. It was actually catching on rather quickly and people had begun to request the two of them by their stage names.

@Arclight