LADYBOY LEIA AND HER BAND OF MERRY LBS
WOW! Princess Ladyboy Leia was foxy!!!! Tight body, nice C-Cup breasts, and cute braces. And I love those tied-up trademark Princess Leia Braids. I wanted to shoot my load in each hair bun.
She sauntered towards me in her Jabba Slave Girl Dance.
‘I love my job’ I thought, as I remembered I was on a mission. A mission on behalf of the Galactic Empire to capture Ladyboy Leia, and retrieve the stolen designs for the New Death Star. Most of my business costs, including flight, were covered by General Grievous. So ravaging LB Backpussy was a perk of the mission.
Then Mamma The Hutt, that greedy bitch, spoke again in her guttural voice:
Mamma the Hutt “CHOOOKA BOOKA MAAMAA, SIIIIIIIIIITTTTTHH”
Japanese Protocol Droid: “Mamma is asking once again: One Drink for Boss? Mr. Sith”
Yah, I knew what she was asking. I didn’t need to know Hutteese, or need the translation of a Protocol Droid that was versed in 3000 dialects, to understand Momma’s repeated pestering. It was always about money – and how more baht can flow from my pockets into her filthy coffers. I was nothing more than a walking, talking, cocktail drinking ATM. And Momma had my pin number: 36, 24, 36 and a 7 as the bonus digit.
I nodded affirmatively, and sat down in a booth. Reclined back and spread my legs – with a bit of bravado like I owned the place. Ladyboy Leia slowly danced over towards me. Pale skin, cute tan bikini top and bottom, pierced belly button, and a bulge.
One drink was bought for Momma. And I ordered a Saurian Brandy for myself (Star Trek crossover reference for all you Trekies out there!!!)