A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Chapter 19: The Taste

Hot water runs over my aching shoulders and back. We had another failed attempt at getting to Skywalker this morning. This time, it resulted in that bitch knocking an entire tree over on Ap'lek, Vicrul, and I. They slowed it down with their opposite Force powers against hers, but it still landed hard on our shoulders.

I can't seem to focus on the actual matter at hand. My bounty. I've exchanged code with mom a couple times, just telling the other that we're safe. That's all she needs to know. That's all I ever tell her when I'm out hunting and she's not with me, which is rare on its own. Never have I failed so miserably to complete a job. And only in the very back of my mind is the fear of the Supreme Leader. The rest of me is unconcerned with the actual reason why I'm here. I wake up every day hoping I get another one with the Knights of Ren.

I was absolutely sure Trudgen's giant cleaver was ineffectual in battle. But as I wash my body and rinse my conditioner, I think about the way he sprinted toward me under the tree. In three heavy blows, that vibrocleaver cut through the whole tree. Then he threw it down unceremoniously to help me lift the trunk off my back. It's the first time I've ever seen one of these men disregard their weapon so carelessly.

I think I may actually have friends. They all want in my pants, of course, and I feel likewise. But this morning when I woke up, despite being blinded from sight, Kuruk and Vicrul threw sarcasm at me as well as themselves. The night in Canto Bight showed me how they are around women they're about to sleep with. They treat me nothing like that. Sure, their compliments rain down on me, drenching my self confidence with fertilizer. But they don't tell me sweet little meaningless compliments like they did those women. They comment on my cleanliness, my humor, my strength.... And my tits, with a ferocity that makes me roll my eyes instead of blush. It's crude and unflirtatious.

There's a tight knock on the refresher door, then the lock starts to disengage. My heart leaps to my throat, but before I can do more than turn my back on the door, Trudgen's voice comes muffled through it.

"I'm wearing a blindfold. I'm coming in."

He doesn't wait for me to even shut off the water before the door slides open. My helmet and clothes lay abandoned on the shelf above my towel.

"Trudgen, no! Get the fuck out!" I shout at the wall, my shoulders hunched in on themselves.

"I can't see shit! I hope you're by the showers, I can hear the water."

I don't glance over my shoulder, but I can hear his bare feet stepping to this side of the room. I believe his blindfold prevents anything from reaching his eyes, but that doesn't stop me from feeling caught in a vulnerable, compromising position. The light is still on! And I'm fully naked, not to mention soaking wet.

"Trudgen." I breathe. "I'm just trying to shower. Can't this wait?"

His voice comes from just a foot away. "No. I want to feel you while you're wet and I'm blind. I've been fantasizing about running my hands over your wet skin for days and days. Just give me a taste, and I promise I won't ever do it again. Please, Mando. Just a minute. One singular minute."

Here comes the begging again. My cunt clenches at his tone, and my mind muddles with his words.

"I know you must be aching for release. The more you have, the more you want." I hardly hear his low voice over the shower water beating the drain beneath us. If he's dressed, he's getting soaked.

"Is this how you guys always get girls to sleep with you," I say rather breathlessly.

"I've never had to beg before. I don't think any of us have. I mean... you know what we look like." He chuckles. "I'm surprised to find how much I enjoy it."