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Iveta Jalyan - Pole Dancer by Aphrodite-NS Iveta Jalyan - Pole Dancer by Aphrodite-NS
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The glare of neon bounced off Iveta's visor with each step. Her armor clinked lightly as metal met metal and the barrels of her blasters met each seductive sway of her hips. Light and shadow danced across the surface, bathed in the neon lights of one of Nar Shadaa's most infamous cantinas. Anything, and anyone could be bought at the Fallen Lady Cantina..

As she neared the entrance, she unclasped the holsters at her hips with a flick of her fingers, freeing the blasters if they needed to come out. Out front a pair of Houks stood watch as bouncers, and one slapped the others massive chest as she approached. Turning around, he puffed up his chest and stared down at the little hunter in front of him. "Got a pass?", a voice like gravel rumbled.

"Girbek, you're as ugly as you are dumb.. lemme through.", Iveta sneered, half joking as she elbowed her way between them. She barely squeezed her way past and looked over her shoulder. "They ain't talkative tonight, sweetheart!", Girbek yelled down the narrow passageway after her, knowing exactly why she'd come down to his hole. "Then I'll just have to bust some lips to make them change their mind!", she waved as she turned a corner and into the thumping music of the club.

She stood in the door way for a moment, letting her helm's targeting take in the room. A sea of flesh crowded around a central stage, the cantina bar and several caged dancers. An overworked and exausted trio of collared twi'leks darted between the tables taking orders and returning with drinks as the stench of deathsticks hung heavy in the air. She took four steps down into the pit and peeled off her helmet, letting her hair fall out, then blew it out of her eyes. Surely someone here was down on their luck enough to talk...

She elbowed and shoved her way over to the bar, then ordered a bottle of Hutt branded beer. It tasted like warm sludge but it hit like a truck -- just how Iveta liked her booze. Bottle in hand, she leaned with her back to pressed to the bar, pretending to watch the dancers, but in reality, she was scanning the crowd as they got more and more relaxed. After a boring show and a dwindling bottle, she slapped back the last of it back and tapped keys on her wrist computer. She then called up a holoimage of her mark, and went fishing.

First, she saundered up to one of the tables, and put on her best seductive smile. She laid her hands flat on the table and bent at the waist, and coo'd a table full of mercenaries. She eyed one in particular, mainly for the dented and scratched Republic logo on his shoulder. He wavered from side to side in his seat, deep in his many drinks for the night. As her shadow cast over him, he stared up with starry eyes, pickled in alcohol, then wandered them down to her chest. "Hello handsome, whats in the glass?", she asked innocently, nodding at the empty one in his hand. His mates elbowed him and he finally found his voice. "--Uh.. Corellian Brandy, --on the rocks.., well.. was..", he stammered and shook his glass. "Brandy, huh", she mused. "How about another?", she tilted her head to the side, feigning intrest in much more than just a drink.

"S-sure..", he slurred and she smiled, and turned around to go get the drink. She made special use of her hips as she walked away and leaned over the bar, giving a show to any that would notice through their alcohol induced haze. She set the drink down at his table and edged her way into the booth, rubbing up against him and resting her hand on his thigh, chatting him up for a few minutes. Quickly though, she got to the reason for her visit.

"Now that we're such good drinking buddies.. you seen this guy?".., she whispered seductively in his ear, hand wandering as her wrist computer flashed an image of a mugshot. Caught off guard, he squinted and peered at it. "N-nah, ain't seen the guy....", and leaned over, lips seeking her neck. She frowned and pulled her hand off his hip, slid out of the booth and stood up. "Thats a shame, enjoy the drink." She put her hands on her hips and flashed the image once more. "You see him, tell me and we'll work something out.." As she walked away, she let him stare at her ass the entire way back to the bar.

Time and again, she tried working her magic, but came up empty handed as she made her rounds. Just like Girbek had warned, the bar was tight lipped as they were stingy with the dancers. Calming her nerves, she light up a deathstick and inhaled, letting the smoke fill her lungs before slowly letting the smoke seep from her nostrils, trying to come up with another plan. She gazed up at the tired dancers gyrating around the stripper poles, surrounded by the drunken and bored spacers, and an idea flashed in her mind. A grin grew across her lips and she turned around, slamming an armored fist on the bar.

At the other end, the bartender wandered up, still cleaning a shot glass with an old, stained rag. "Yeah?", was all he grunted at her. "Your dancers are tired and I'm bored...", she took a long inhale from the deathstick then blew smoke into his face. "I'm going up, don't tell em to shoot me", she ordered and bombed the deathstick, then tossed her helmet and belt behind the bar. "I'll be back for those", she said, and pushed herself off the bar and into the mass of flesh.

When she finally reached the edge of one of the pole stages, she called up to the tired pink twi. "Hey, go take a break, I want the stage!", she bellowed over the noise of the music. She held up a pair of credit chips, baiting the collared slave. She looked surprised and knelt down, to the booing of the few that were paying attention. "Keep one yourself", Iveta said in her ear, stuffing one of them into her top and one into the twi's hand. As she surrendered the stage, Iveta hopped up, clad only in a skintight coolant suit and a her wrist computer in her hand.

"So .. none of you seen this guy, huh?".., she held up her bracer, projecting the mugshot, this time much larger than before, her other hand anchoring on the pole as she swung around it. "I find that hard to believe.. seeing how I know he's a regular.. I know he was here last night.".. She wrapped her leg around the pole, gently grinding up and down on it as she tossed her head back, looking upside down at those in the front row. She tossed the bracer down at her feet and swung around it, unzipping the coolant suit down to show off her cleavage, then tossed off her gloves. "I'm betting one of you know who he is, and where he's at this moment..." The men surrounding the pit edged forwards in their seats, some licking their lips and fishing their pockets for those missing credit chips. The crowd gathered around the new dancer, curiosity getting the best of them.

She closed her eyes, dancing to the music, dropping down to her knees to sway her hips, and hand wandering down her chest and down between her legs. She stroked herself slowly through the material, toying with her body and the audience as credit chips started to land onto the stage. She opened her big green eyes, got back to her feet and licked her lips with a wink. "Its a shame when wants go fufilled, makes you want to hunger for it that much more?..." She bent at the waist, peeling off the last of the coolant suit, clad only in a thin thong and her worn tank top. She nearly spilled out the top of it as she gave an inviting wink to a few men in the front row. Catcalls erupted from the crowd, whistling and egging her on.

One of them finally grew some courage and nuzzled up to the bar. "His names Narren!", he yelled from behind her. Smirking, Iveta slid down the pole, around and onto her knees. She crawled up to him like a gurrcat seeking a mate. "Narren got a last name?, she asked, tilting her head, giving him a generous view down her shirt and into her cleavage. "N-Narrens his last name. First names Kinar." Up close, his eyes followed her tattoos from her arms, down her sides and disappearing somehow into the thong. "Kinar Narren.. When's he normally here?", she asked, reaching out with one hand to stroke his cheek. "He has a ship berthed at the spaceport.... he lives on it." This piqued her intrest, .. this job might be easier than she thought...

"What bay is it in?", she asked innocently, voice as sweet as honey as one hand slid into her panties, the other behind her back to unclasp her bra. The strap fell and she held the cups to her full breasts, teasing him. Mesmerized by her tattoos and assets, he licked his lips, and words finally escaped. "Bay.. bay 17. He has an old Corellian freighter parked there." With this, she grinned, let the bra fall away and leaned in close. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "Thanks for the tip, sweetheart..", she breathed and snatched up her clothes. Booing erupted as she hopped off stage and elbowed her way to the bar, grabbed her gear and disappeared towards the Starport.
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Joxin69 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014
i like the story but if she still had her tank top on then what would unclipping and removing her bra do?  besides that amazing work her tattoos have incredible detail and her ass looks fantastic.
0WickedRaven0 Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2014
turias68 Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2013
ToBeAdvised Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
DAT ASS @_@ Nice job! XD
Warlord9 Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2013
Great scene and excellent story.Hott!
jennypoussin Featured By Owner May 26, 2013
she s MY type of character! :) ♥♥♥
neo0utsider Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Stunning pic!
SexyGamerGrl Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012
Love the story!
Furbs3D Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2012
IŽd llike to order six beers while I watch the show... :love:
kibikuma Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2012
Very sexy picture, amazing :)
dam025 Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2012
Fits perfectly with the story fantastic work!
DressyDung Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2012
oh very nice, love the look on her face and the curve of her hips/ass. very well done.
jdwmurray Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2012
This is great! FAVE!
osirusblue Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Fantastic work fits very nicely in with the story. Excellent!
nikobad1 Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2012  Hobbyist
Could be one of the best you've done and that's saying alot. Great expressions and details on all the characters. Awesome job!
cibetka Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2012
Illustration is just gorgeous
sonicfan1987 Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2012
nice ink on the girls
Lexana Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
What I mostly like at your scene are the male characters.They have fantastic expressions.
RoddSteele Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2012
ok, thats the biggest ass I seen you render...sigh, I LOVE IT!
spacezillazon Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I agree she looks dangerous to trust,well made good render
Dendory Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2012   Digital Artist
She look far too dangerous to trust as a simple pole dancer!
KwijiboJD Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2012  Professional Traditional Artist
Wicked story for wicked art!
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