Ahsoka's Task

Chapter 1 The Senator Is A Tease

This story is set in the Clone Wars Era, before the outbreak of Civil War on Mon Calamari. The characters and setting in this story are not my creation. All Star Wars rights belong to George Lucas and Lucasfilm. This story is not meant to degrade Star Wars in any way and is just for enjoyment.
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Almost nine, the rhythmic motions of walking could be heard approaching the main bedroom in the penthouse suite of the 500 Republica. Light shafts of great girth from Coruscant's brilliant sun pressed against curtained windows, bouncing away from the reflective defences. C-3PO hurriedly opened the transparisteel doors of his mistress's private chamber and scurried in. Turning a slight corner to where his duty slept, he started to make his intentions clear, to the very air itself, if nothing else.

"Mistress Padme, Mistress Padme, please do forgive me," the droid babbled, "Oh, dear, Mistress Padme, if I may, might I suggest that you divert from your current state and attend to more pressing matters. It's just that that awful Senator Dowmeia is trying to contact you and his mood, is, uh, not improving while waiting. May I advise you-"

C-3PO noticed Padme's still form, seemingly sleeping, and stopped himself. Not knowing what to do next, he shut off his vocaliser chords and stood still, waiting for new data with which to proceed upon. Still horizontally inert, the slender form of Senator Padme Amidala shifted slightly in the luxurious bed and said, "Yes, Threepio?"

If it were possible, the droids face would have brightened with relief. "Oh thank goodness you were awake. I thought that I might have to disturb you from your slumber, and that would have been very unpleasant for the both of us."

"You did disturb me, Threepio. Now, what were you saying?" Padme inquired, her eyes still not open.

"Oh. Well, you see, Senator Dowmeia is trying to open a line of communication with you and since you were unavailable I told him to wait and that was fifteen minutes ago and I tried to hold off breaching your chambers in the hope that you would wake and-"

Padme, now rising slowly, raised a hand to silence her rambling attendant. She moved in her bed and sat upright, leaning against the connecting wall, everything north of her waist exposed. Feeling a slight chill, she realised she had very little clothing on, just a thin transparent veil over her breasts and the same below. She quickly pulled her bed sheets up around her shoulders and faced C-3PO again. The droid had been watching her the entire time and, even though Padme knew this caused no stirring in him, she preferred to maintain a certain amount of modesty anywhere a male being was concerned.

"Threepio, uh, tell the Senator I will be with him momentarily. I should make myself decent."

The droid nodded and turned, walking quickly out of her bedroom. 'Decent', Padme thought. Gods of Naboo, how I hate that word! Padme ran a hand through her soft, brown hair. She pulled away the covers and got out of bed. Catching that slight cool again, Padme walked to her private 'fresher room, where her toiletries and her wardrobe were. It was a nice room, blue carpeting adorned the floor and white plates formed the walls. A shower compartment was situated to her immediate left and down the end were a series of closets. There was where her multitude of garments lay, the outfits which brought envious glances from women, covetous stares from the men and were the talk of whatever room she entered. She enjoyed that praise. She enjoyed those stares, because, even though she was married, secretly, to Anakin Skywalker, she liked to keep her options open and she liked to know that marriage had not dulled her beauty nor quietened her magnetism.

A large mirror was on her right that spanned the entire length of one wall of the 'fresher. She gazed upon herself, turning this way and that to see her perfect body and her serene face. Yes, she was beautiful. She saw the two pieces of veil stretched across her full, perky breasts and her lovely womanhood. Padme turned around to see the lower bit spanning across her arse. It barely covered that sweet pair of peaches, not that it would have mattered seeing as the material was see-through. The Senator of Naboo remembered why she was dressed in such a skimpy way. It had not been a warm night on Coruscant. In fact it had been rather cool, but she had ordered the room climate temperature to be raised, enabling her to sweat and giving her a reason to go to bed in nothing but tiny scraps of a silky, now torn, dress. Padme loved the feel of bare skin against her imported silky sheets; it excited her, gave off sensations which generated teasing hints of pleasure, leaving the Senator craving more. This was all due to electro-static micro-charges woven between the fibres, relatively small, that created tiny shocks upon touch. She had paid many credits for her bed sheets and their tantalizing effect. Many credits, gathered from many underhand deals in the alcoves and back-rooms of the Senate Building. Not necessarily bribes, but not the most ethical form of payment.

She donned a blue dress that hugged her hips and caressed her legs from the inside, another pricy and sensual item, from the same dealer, that pleased her just enough to make her bite her lips in frustrated pleasure during Senate meetings. With a faint smile on her lips, Padme buckled on an ornate maroon belt and a vest of the same colour, open at the middle, highlighting her ample upper body assets. Quickly tying her hair and threading it through a cylindrical golden frame, she walked out of her 'fresher and hurried to a potentially tedious meeting with the good Senator from Dac.