Stiletto pumps were definitely not climbing shoes, I thought to myself ridiculously as I swung my leg over the sill of the open window on the side of the No Force Rentals building. The price of wishing to be unnoticed, I silently replied to my previous musing, and I ducked my head into the hall.

Planting both heels firmly into the floor on the inside, I stood tall and stretched, shimmying my hips and pulling at the hem of the short velvet dress which stretched snugly over my hips. Catching sight of a full length mirror on the wall, I moved in front of it, straightening the fringe that hung along the bottom of my dress, and making sure there was no leaves or branches clinging to me.

Good, I thought with one last look. No one will ever know.

I made my way toward the din of the party, making friendly but demure eye contact with anyone I came across, blending into the crowd gradually, my eyes scanning the guests all the while, in search of one certain Imperial commander. I stopped short in my tracks when I glimpsed his familiar form on the other side of the bustling room. Grand Moff Tarkin, stood alone near the wall, looking very formal and somewhat out of place among all the party-goers. He donned his full uniform, decorations and all, his presence an intimidating and commanding sight to behold. He stood straight, as if observing his officers, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression hard and condescending. There wasn't a chance of anyone daring to approach him with a stance like that, and in fact, it seemed like he was being completely ignored by all the guests.

Time for that to change.

I walked toward him, my strides long and direct. My eyes burned into him, their stare intense, and he looked up to see from where such a glare was being issued. Once he saw me, he glanced away nonchalantly, not looking at me again even after I was within touching range. I took up residence at his side, coolly observing the crowd as if he weren't even there. Finally, I spoke.

"Governor," I began, my voice clipped.

"Good evening madam," he replied curtly.

"I see that you're well," I said, the tension beginning to build.

"Quite well," he answered. We still hadn't made eye contact, standing aloofly next to each other as the party raged around us.

"A word, if you will," I said, and this time turned to look at him. He cast me a sideways glance and said nothing, but I could feel him following me as

I walked away from the mass of people.

I wanted to be seen by as few eyes as possible, so I led him down a hallway and out of the other guests' view. Suddenly, I felt his hand clench around my arm and before I knew it I was pulled inside a large coat closet and drawn into a tight, suffocating embrace. Before I could protest, even if I'd wanted to, his mouth covered mine and my words were sucked away in a heated kiss. He tasted faintly of brandy, from the drink he'd no doubt been indulging in before I arrived. I sank back into the leather of someone's jacket as I was sandwiched between the wall and his body, the delicious feeling of his huge hands beginning to tug and pull feverishly at my dress.

I arched against him, grinding into his hips and raising my leg up to bend against his side. He fisted his hand in my hair and scratched down my back, hard.

His hand moved along my side to brush under the fringe of my dress, feeling the top of my stockings and trailing his fingers over the inside of my thigh. A low groan of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he reached up further. Thigh-high stockings. No panties. Just how I knew he liked it.

With his one hand beginning it's probing exploration down south, his other hand reached inside the top of my dress, moaning again into my mouth as he cupped my bare breast. No bra. Easy access. I had come prepared.

His head bent against my neck as he trailed biting kisses along my shoulder, the hot, slippery flicker of his tongue making me ache with desire. There was a savage scrape on my flesh as he caught the spaghetti strap of my dress between his teeth and eased it down my arm. With skilled precision, I unlatched his belt and it fell to the floor. I could already feel the bulging length of his cock straining impatiently against his trousers, and I reached to unzip them and slipped my hand beneath his briefs, clutching him in my hand. So large. So stiff. He was fully erect, the swollen tip of his cock coated with sticky wetness. As I held his shaft in my fist and circled my thumb around the engorged head, I wondered if he would come in my hand right then and there.

He wasn't about to give in so easily.

As I unbuttoned the fasten on his pants and shoved them off his hips impatiently, he reached around my hips and hooked his hands under my rear, pulling me close. I hopped up in response, and he caught my weight against him, levering me between the wall and his body. His strength always startled me. At a glance, one would never expect a man of Tarkin's age and appearance would have the physical prowess and might that he did. But the drive of lust and the heat of the moment had us both captured, and now the length of his cock slid teasingly against my slippery nether lips, and I became blissfully aware of the fact that he was about to fuck me right up against the wall of the coat closet.

Our bodies clashed together at the same moment, my reactive tilt to his stabbing first thrust, burying him full to the hilt on the first stroke. I cried out loudly despite of myself, in blatant disregard of my attempt to be discreet, and when a gasping moan escaped his lips I knew he was right there with me in his level of desire. I hooked my arms over the coat bar for leverage and he pulled me in rhythm, on and off his ramrod straight shaft, as if I were weightless, as if I were merely a toy in his strong and commanding hands. Each thrust touched me deep inside, the lock of my ankles around his back assuring the depth of angle which was all at once painful and searingly wonderful. My dress was bunched up around my waist, a silly mass of burgundy velvet and fringe. He bent his head to play his tongue about my nipples, making my head spin with the erotic sensation of being ravished.

It was a short ravishing, to be sure.

Within a minute or two I could already feel the numbing tension in my thighs, was already beginning to cry on the impact of each thrust as he impaled me on his delicious, thick cock. His breath was coming in gasps, and I opened my eyes just in time to see him shut his own eyes tight, his mouth open as he bucked and stilled deep within me, the creeping heat of his climax touching off my orgasm. I could hear the distant sound of footfalls in the hallway but I didn't care; didn't care if the person outside the door would hear us, would see us, would come inside to join us. Nothing mattered but the ripping ebbs of my muscles and the throbbing twitch of his cock inside me.

His lips found mine again and I moaned an impassioned "mmm…mmm…" into our kiss, squeezing him tightly, hoping that he interpreted my passionate embrace as a reaction to our tryst and not recognizing the sentimental relief that was actually there.

"It's been so long…" he whispered harshly into my ear.

"Damn you," I seethed as we rocked together in time with his final thrusts,

"I thought you were dead."

"Escape pod at the last second," he replied, a bit winded. "Almost died anyway, from the concussion of the explosion."

"Bastard," I said, "don't scare me like that."

"Oh, I'm so warmed. You have such an endearing quality of language when you speak to me. I hardly knew you cared."

"I don't," I spat, biting hard against his shoulder, "It's just that there's so many better places to go down...than with the ship." I flashed him a wicked smile as his eyes met mine and he growled an evil chuckle.

The strength of his muscles was becoming fatigued by then, and he lifted me off him and to the floor, where my legs were unsteady after being suspended and wrapped around him during our encounter. I could still feel the warm ebbing of my inner walls, could feel the emptiness of the space he'd occupied within me, and I already ached to have him refill that void. In the heat of the afterglow, I threw my arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss his mouth once again, the hot, slick rub of his now semi-erect member pressing intimately against my belly.

"And so it comes to this," I said with a hiss, pulling my dress back into place, "whoring yourself to the highest bidder?"

"Well, so far you are the first and only bidder my dear." He had already replaced his uniform to its prim and proper state, and was tightening the belt about his waist.

"I shouldn't have paid so much," I mused. He looked up and cocked an eyebrow.

"Tonight my services are free."

"Like I said," I replied brazenly. He gave me a spiteful frown and looked down on me, his head titling back in defiance. I turned away from him.

"I have to go," I said, reaching for the closet door. I felt his hand grasp around my wrist, coming dangerously close to the intimate touch of his hand against mine.

"Wait," he said, "why do you have to leave so quickly?" I looked down to his hand, then up to his cold, battle-hardened eyes.

"Why does it matter? I only wanted to see if it was true that you were actually working here. I see that it is, and now I have to go." It took a lot of will to pull my wrist from his grip.

"Can I see you later?" He asked. A sweeping ping of excitement rushed through me and a voice inside bellowed Gods yes! Yes, yes, yes!! I had a fleeting thought of being thankful that he wasn't a Jedi, and wouldn't be able to hear that deafening scream inside my mind. I managed to pause for a moment before I answered.

"I'm not sure," I said. "Perhaps. If I have time...later. Perhaps. For now, goodbye." As I grabbed the knob on the closet door, again I felt the touch of his grip, and I turned to see him pull my hand to his lips and kiss the back of it, looking at me directly.

"I do look forward to the next time," he said, his accent sending a chill through me. His tongue slipped out and twirled a circle on my skin, his eyes shutting as he sucked the back of my hand gently, then released me. Not missing a beat, I walked purposefully out of the closet, from the room, down the hall and across the throng of party-goes, never daring to look back, lest I never leave.

.~ the end? ~.