An Encounter

In my two fics, Succumb and The End Justifies the Means, I alluded to Anakin’s sexual history/experience. This vignette shows us a glimpse into what he was up to until Padmé came back into his life. I was never a big fan of ‘virginal Anakin’ so in my fics, he is most definitely not. Basically this is PWP but it does play into the other two fics mentioned above.

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TITLE: An Encounter
AUTHOR: KellyB aka Pagan
PAIRINGS: Anakin and Original Character
DATE: Summer 2003
SUMMARY: This is a pre-Succumb/The End Justifies the Means vignette. Anakin seeks experience and satisfaction from another source until Padmé re-enters his life in AOTC. Basically it's porn without plot but it does tie in with the Anakin of my other two fics.
TIME PERIOD: About a year before the opening of AOTC.
TYPE: Erotica and casual sex
RATING: NC-17.
WARNINGS: If you want to read a Disneyfied story of Anakin, stop reading NOW! This story is about sex for sex's sake - with a hint of his obsession for Padmé. There's male crudity and casual sex. If you are easily offended – stay the hell away.
DISCLAIMER: I'm just a simple woman trying to make my way in the universe. I intend no infringement on the Lucasfilm characters, situations, or storylines. I'm making absolutely NO money off of this so suing would really be pointless, George dear. This rendering is merely for the titillation of rabid Star Wars fans like me who have WAY too much time on their hands. Bless us one and all.
CRITIQUE: Constructive criticism and comments welcomed - I’ll hear whatever you have to say. Please respond to kellyb701@hotmail.com
ARCHIVE: Sure, just let me know where so I can visit.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It recently came to my attention that due to a site crash here at AFF.Net that there were formatting problems with all the fics. This resulted in some major typos and sometimes even missing chapters from stories. When you edit a story at this site it automatically bumps the story to the first page. I am NOT adding anything new, I am just correcting formatting problems. I apologize for any confusion and for bumping the story to the first page (5/29/05)

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I saw her across the hazy, crowded bar filled with the usual assortment of customers. There were the gamesters who watched the screens with avarice and fear, the content of their paltry wallets riding on the results of one team over another. By the far wall across from the dance floor stood the pathetic wretches who watched the gyrations of the swaying couples with longing leers and the occasional hand discreetly sneaking down the front of their pants or beneath their tunic. Drunks slouched at the bar and at the tables scattered throughout, numb to their sad lives and the even sadder place they found themselves in. Tired waitresses weaved between the patrons in skimpy outfits that were little better than what the dancers on the stage wore at the end of their set.

She stood in the corner with her back pressed against the wall watching the activities with a dispassionate and bored eye. From my vantage point, I thought her no older than seventeen or eighteen. But I'd been surprised before. If I got closer I was likely to find the fine wrinkles and odd gray hair that proclaimed her as old as my Master. Not that it mattered. She was attractive and I was aching for a quick encounter to alleviate the pressure that had been building the past couple of weeks spent stuck on a ship full of men. The dreams of Her were plaguing me more than usual and I was ready, ready to close my eyes and pretend, to find relief buried inside a woman instead of between the fingers of my clenched hand.

The old cliché - our eyes met across the crowded room and a half smile tweaked her lips, her look knowing, inviting - appraising. My cock twitched at the sultry gaze she used to rake my body from head to toe. Yes, my lust breathed, this is the one.

I made my way towards her, snaking my way through the tables, avoiding the occasional inebriated hand that tried to get me to sit down. I shook them off with ease, my eyes locked on the girl, taking note of her physical attributes with a critical eye. Long brown hair, brown eyes not yet dulled with drink or drug, a firm, shapely body beneath a cheap but surprisingly unrevealing dress. Above her neckline was just a hint of beckoning cleavage and I instantly wondered what her breasts looked like bouncing up and down.

She didn't straighten her pose; instead she remained lounging nonchalantly against the wall, her hands clasped demurely in front of her as she kept her bold eyes on me the entire way. I stopped in front of her, leaning in so she could hear me over the catcalls and the blaring beat of the music that pounded through my body and numbed one's senses.

"How much?"

The days when I felt uncomfortable seeking out the pleasure givers on the lower levels were long gone. It was a business like any other and I didn't bother with any pretense that she wasn't a whore on the look for a mark, any more than I pretended I was looking for anything but sex. It saved time. On the rare occasion I guessed wrong, my Jedi reflexes usually helped me avoid the outraged slap that was followed by indignant curses.

A quirk of her eyebrow was the only response I received and I relaxed, ready to play the usual bartering game.

"Well, that would depend on what you want." She replied in a flirtatious yet business-like voice.

Now that I was close I could tell that she was indeed as young as she appeared. Her face was unlined, her skin fresh and still rounded with just the hint of childhood plumpness. So, at nineteen, I guessed I was likely only one or two years her senior. She was new to the trade and I felt a moments unease. Normally I avoided young girls who still had romantic notions in their heads. But if I had any fears that she might not know what she was doing they were allayed when her hand glided up the inside of my thigh to discreetly stroke me through the rough material of my pants.

I bent closer to her ear, pitching my voice to be heard above the roar around us. "What I want is for you to suck me off."

She didn't even blink. A smile that belied her age marred her youthful look of innocence. I looked into her brown eyes and saw someone much older than the girl standing in front of me and caressing me with such expert fingers.

"Thirty credits. Up front."

"Do you think I just came in off a ship from the Outer Rim? Half now and half after you've used that pretty mouth of yours." I said dryly.

The hand at my crotch stopped its arousing movements and she took my hand, pulling me along.

"This way."

But instead of drawing me towards the stairs to the discreet booths and alcoves I knew to be above, she tugged me towards a door that clearly led to the alley behind the club. A cold memory surged forward. Abruptly, I stopped and yanked her close, the fingers of one hand biting into her shoulder.

"If you have anyone out there waiting to ambush me, you’ll be very, very sorry." I said warningly, a deadly serious ring to my voice. Someone had tried that when I was less experienced and not as savvy as I'd become. I'd come out of the nasty encounter with a badly bruised ego and more cuts and scraps than I should have but I’d been taken by surprise. The woman and her accomplice had gotten away with my money and my pride. It had been a valuable lesson, one that I’d vowed wouldn’t happen again.

She stared up at me with wary brown eyes that uncomfortably reminded me of Her and licked her lips nervously. A cynical gleam glinted and she tossed her head rebelliously.

"Look, I don't pay the management a percentage, I free lance. If I don't share my earnings, I don't get to use the upstairs. If you go with a house girl, they'll charge you extra and they aren't anywhere near as young or as pretty as me."

She wasn't bragging. I'd seen the other working women and though age didn't bother me, I suddenly wanted this girl who could manage to look just a little less sullied than the hardened women working the room.

"Just remember what I said." I reminded her in a low, dangerous voice.

"Don't worry, I don't screw over Jedi." She gave a nod to where the hilt of my lightsaber gleamed beneath my jacket, a suddenly mischievous smirk on her face.

I studied her for a long moment and then relaxed my hold, letting her take my hand once more and lead me through the door that did indeed spill out in to the alley. It was murky but there was enough light from the surrounding buildings that I could see the abandoned crates and the bins full of refuse. The smell was unpleasant but not unbearable. Keeping a suspicious eye on the shadows I followed her to the wall behind one of the crates that would afford us a little privacy should someone else decide to come out the same exit.

Leaning up against the rough wall, I watched with growing anticipation as she sank to her knees before me and began to work on the fastenings of my pants with practiced fingers. I brushed her hair back from her face, imagining someone else at my feet. The thought sent a surge of lust to my already throbbing shaft and a fire ignited in the pit of my stomach.

Warm fingers surrounded me, pulling me free of any restrictions. She gasped as if in delight but I didn't acknowledge it. I could’ve been a lot less endowed and gotten the same overdone reaction. Flattery often enticed men to pay a bit more. Her voice, practical and unemotional broke through my reverie.

"Half now."

I thrust the credits into her outstretched palm and watched with amusement at how fast it disappeared from sight. Her other hand slid up and down my already rigid shaft with an expert flair.

"I'm not paying you for a hand job." I growled. "Do it or give me my money back."

Something akin to anger flashed in her eyes but her lids swept down to hid the inappropriate emotion. I was starting to wonder if I should have picked on of the more experienced women when her lips opened to take in the crown of my cock. I groaned at the sensation of her hot, moist little tongue licking over the head, licking at the pre-cum with tiny delicate laps.

My hand slid to the back of her head and wound itself in her brown hair. I frowned to myself. It was straight and rather coarse. It was supposed to be soft with wavy curls. And then all thoughts disappeared as the girl at my feet sucked my cock all the way down on the first try. Knowing fingers circled around the base to hinder my coming as she slid up and down me, moistening me to a shine. Every upward motion was accompanied by the feel of her tongue running up the underside of my swollen shaft. Instinctively my hips bucked forward and I groaned low in my throat in approval.

"Force, yes...harder, suck me harder." I commanded as she engulfed me again and again.

She was good. One of her hands came up to fondle my balls while I slicked in and out of her talented mouth. Every once in a while she would pause at the crown and dig the tip of her tongue into the slit with a teasing touch. I looked down as her head bobbed up and down, sucking me more intensely with every sweep, her cheeks hollowing with her ministrations. A groan vibrated from her that tickled along my shaft. The thought that she was enjoying it, as false as I suspected it was, nevertheless forced my hips to rock forward and the delicious tension began to crest.

Without warning, she suddenly released me from the moist cavern of her mouth and stared up at me with hard eyes. Her loud breathing stuttered her words but not enough that I didn't understand what she said.

"You paid me to suck your cock. Not to swallow." Her eyes glittered up at me defiantly. "That's another twenty credits."

Sith! The little... I was ready to explode and I wanted it to be in her mouth. I wanted to watch her drink me down. To my horror, I raised my free hand back and she automatically flinched. At the sight I hurriedly dropped it. What had come over me?

With pursed lips, I reached into my pocket and threw a handful of credits to the ground and watched as she hastily counted them before stowing them with the rest of my hard won money.

I hissed through clenched teeth. "You've got your money, now finish it. Fuck me with that lying mouth."

When she bent forward, I fisted my hand more tightly in her long hair, ignoring her wince of pain as I pulled her mouth down. I was ready to erupt and I intended to get my money's worth.

"And keep your eyes on mine. Don't look away." I ordered, my voice hard with lust.

Wide brown eyes, suddenly innocent once more, gazed up at me. A quick nod of obedience followed and then she sucked me back into that delicious warm, wetness.

Lights were flickering on the edges of my conscious. I was mesmerized by the rapid movement of her head as she took me in again and again, rasping her tongue over the most sensitive spots with professional skill. She had to arch her neck in a rather uncomfortable position in order to keep her eyes on mine but that was her problem, I thought grimly. I'd paid her twice what the going rate was and I intended to get what I paid for.

I tugged hard at the back of her head, pistoning my hips back and forth as my cock disappeared between those reddened lips. I was controlling the movements now; I was fucking her mouth at a torturous pace, taking my satisfaction from her. The exquisite pleasure continued its delicious building towards culmination as the head of my shaft hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

"Dig your nails into my thighs." I rasped breathlessly.

The girl hesitated briefly then sank her nails into my flesh as I came in her mouth with a loud cry. My hips continued to thrust forward as my seed spurted in a hot jet down her throat. The sounds of her greedy gulping and the sting of her nails on my thighs sent another eruption ripping through me.

And all the while her brown eyes stared up at me with a mixture of heat and hate. My mind rebelled at that thought, I wasn't a cruel person but I didn't like to be taken advantage of or manipulated either. I closed my heart and continued to slide in and out as she sucked the last drop of come from my softening cock.

When I slipped from her between her lips, she bent forward gasping for breath as if she had just run a great distance. I closed my eyes tiredly, all the pent up hunger and frustration temporarily expunged from my mind and body, and tucked myself back in my pants. Reaching down, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her roughly, taking her by surprise.

I tasted myself on her breath and tongue. It wasn't the first time, my first woman had initiated me in that and I relished the day I would teach it to Her. Even then I had no doubts that I would achieve my heart’s desire. And when I did there would be no more time spent in the beds of bored society wives or in dirty alleys with pleasure givers.

With a last swipe of my tongue, I withdrew and pushed the other half of her fee into her shaking hand. I felt the weight of her stare as she gawked after me, still panting hard. Maybe I would see her again. She looked enough like the one I loved from afar to ease the ache far better than the club women.

I didn’t bother to ask her name. I’d find her if I needed to.

The End

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