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                                  STAR WHORES
                           or LAST TANGO ON TATOOINE

                              By Jefferson Morris
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C3PO stepped out the oil bath slowly, savoring the feeling of his
newly-lubricated servomotors and gears sliding sensuously in place. Ignoring the
towel offered to him by R2 (who carefully averted his baleful blue eye), 3PO
stepped demurely over to Luke.

"Luke."

"Call me Master, bitch."

"I see, Sir Luke."

Luke slapped 3PO sharply.

"What do I look like, a Jedi knight? Come on."

3PO gently reached down with one glistening gold hand, caressing the bulge
beneath Luke's sand-worn utility belt. He smoothed Luke's khaki pants, then
moved his hand up to a small device hanging on the belt.

"Would you like to restrain me, Master?"

Luke gripped the restraining bolt activator tightly, extricating it from 3PO's
grasp.

"What about the condensers on the North Ridge, Master?"

"Fuck 'em."

Luke gently flicked the switch. With a metallic shudder, barely perceptible in
the waning light of the twin sunset, 3PO was immobilized. Luke waved a hand in
front of his eyes.

"Are your speech centers still activated?"

"Yes, Master."

"I want it in Bocce."

"Suuejik gelia iksta moom." (I'm hot and ready)

"You like it with humans, don't you, whoredroid?"

"Suuejik huis napra refilia." (I fuckin' love it)

Luke dropped to one knee, his eyes fixed on 3PO's gleaming groin. He licked it
brusquely, leaving a filmy swath of saliva over its glistening sheen, obscuring
the reflection of his own flushed visage. He pried 3PO's codpiece loose and
began chanting rhythmically, breathlessly.

"I'm gonna get a dianoga, and I'm gonna have the dianoga fuck you. And the
dianoga's gonna vomit in your face, and I want you to swallow the vomit. You
gonna do that for me?"

"Woon." (Yes) 3PO tingled at the thought of the dianoga's long, slimy tentacles
wrapping themselves around him, its red, bulging penis (often mistaken for an
eye on a stalk) forcing itself into his warm metallic confines.

"I want the dianoga to die while you're fucking him. Then I want you to go
behind and smell the dying farts of a dianoga. You gonna do all that for me?"

"Woon, iksta baga lampeel. Baga lampeel!" (Yes, and more than that. And more!)

Luke gripped his modestly-sized penis. As soft and shapeless as a dead mynock.
He snorted.

"I'm not hard yet, whoredroid. Tell me a story. Something dirty that'll get me
going."

"I'm sorry sir, I'm really just an interpreter, and not very good at telling
dirty stories."

Luke looked up at him, his eyes shining. "You know what I did to my last
protocol droid?"

"No, master."

"Disintegrated his ass. Improvise, whoredroid."

3PO's circuits began blazing, trying to come up with something. He began shaking
with the effort.

"Well master, uh...a long time ago..."

"Yeah?" Luke began masturbating listlessly.

"On a planet...really far away..."

"Go on, whore."

"There was this new hope for, uh...Actually it was a dark time for
the...Rebellious Fighters."

"Which was it?"

"Well it was a dark time...but there was also a new hope. The Rebellious
Fighters had just...stolen the blueprints for a space station built by the...the
evil Galaxy Federation."

Luke dropped his flaccid penis. "You're right, you can't tell stories for shit.
Well, you had your chance." Luke wearily got to his feet.

"Viilesa japsta womoni pustell iks bambam." (Master, I am fluent in over 6
million forms of fellatio)

"Save it for the Spice Mines of Kessel. Or maybe I'll just blast you
into...who-the-fuck-knows-what." Luke unhooked his blaster from his belt, and
put it on its highest setting. 3PO began trembling.

"Viilesa, gradoo!" (Master, wait!)

"Now what the fuck?"

"R2 is projecting some kind of message."

"Yeah, right."

"The message appears to be important. A young lady."

"Is she hot?"

3PO shrugged. "Nothing to shout about."

"Shut the fuck up, then. Fucking protocol bullshit. I told Uncle Asshole I
didn't want another babbling protocol 'bot. But whatever Luke wants, he has to
do the opposite. Sometimes I wish some Imperials would burn his wrinkled ass
down with a blaster on low. Set me free from this shithole. I'd lick their boots
clean."

"Human-cyborg relations, huh kid?" The familiar voice startled Luke. He whipped
his head around. A dark figure stood in the corner of the bay, leaning
insouciantly on Luke's T-16. Slowly, he stepped out of the shadows.

"Good with droids is one thing. Good with the living. That's something else."
Solo's disarming, lopsided grin spread over his handsome face. Luke's heart sped
up a beat.

"Feel like partying, Solo?"

"Kid, I been from one end of the galaxy to the other, I've seen some pretty
strange stuff, but..."

"Save it, Han. Smuggle anything in your ass lately?"

"Try smuggling this, kid. Beru said it was a treasure more precious than stolen
data tapes." Han pulled his perfectly circumcised cock out from behind his
zipper. It glistened with pre-ejaculate, the urethra hanging slightly open like
an expectant mouth. It reminded Luke of the new vaporator he had installed on
the South Ridge last week, protruding from the landscape and hungrily sucking
moisture from the parched Tatooine air.

"What a piece of junk."

"It's the dick that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs. It may not look
like much, but it's got it where it counts, kid. I've made a few special
modifications myself."

"Tired of Wookies, huh?"

"You should talk, puttin' the moves on Goldenrod. Next you'll be programming
binary load lifters and shaking down jawas for landspeeder rides. I shudder."

"You think I dig mechanicals? I was just about to burn this metal prickteaser
down."

Han pulled his own blaster from its holster. "I could help you with that." He
flipped the safety off.

3PO's eyes widened...

The blasts illuminated the bay like a flashbulb. 3PO's limbs scattered in all
directions. A whiff of ozone settled over the room. Luke and Han put away their
guns.

"What are you gonna tell your uncle?"

"I don't know. I'll tell him it had a bad motivator. Won't be the first time."

"Beru tells me your uncle has a bit of a bad motivator himself."

"Yeah, she gets the itch bad. Put the moves on me once."

"No shit, kid. How was she?"

"Dry as the South Ridge. We almost caught fire. The low point of my otherwise
shitty life. Why do you think I'm hustling droids?"

Han slapped his thigh. "Today's your lucky day, kid. You ever make it with a
Corellian?"

"Can't remember."

"What are you waiting for, a writ from the Emperor?"

Luke strode over and gripped Han's shaft, which seemed to squirm in his hand
like an exotic fish. It swelled with blood, as if it was taking a breath.

"You're hung like a ewok, for Christ's sake. The Sarlacc wouldn't swallow this."

Han smirked. "You've sucked off so many Womp Rats, you don't know a real dick
when you see it. I've made Tauntauns blush."

"No wonder they call you 'Hand Solo.' I've got a bad feeling about this." Luke
held Han's cock between thumb and forefinger, examining it clinically.

"What did you expect, an ion cannon? If you can't make it to hyperspace it won't
be my fault, kid. You've been stretched by every Snaggletooth and Stormtrooper
in the sector. Show me one toy in this bay that wasn't bought with some lonely
Imperial fruit's per diem, and I'll eat a bowl of Wampa shit. They've got your
biography up in the cantina bathroom. You should read it sometime."

"I wrote some of it."

"Is it true you can ride a Bantha through your ass?"

"On a warm day."

"On this dust ball? You got any Banthas around?"

"I'm off Banthas. Krayt dragons are my kick now."

"Then don't blame me. Use the Force. Either that or hit the bricks and open up a
leather bar in the Jundland Wastes."

Luke began working Han's cock in his hand, kneading it like dough. Han closed
his eyes.

"How's Biggs?" Han's voice was barely a whisper.

"Big as ever. He's still working drunk Tuskan Raiders on weekends. Saving up for
the Academy."

"And that old Jap fossil you used to hang with? Oki-Ben Whatshisname?"

"That wizard's just a horny old man. Stumbles through Mos Eisley babbling about
the Clone Wars and showing minors his 'lightsaber.' Needs the Force to get it
up. Then he feeds 'em a line of shit about how their fathers were Jedis, and how
they were offed by 'a pupil of mine, before he turned to evil, blah blah blah.'
Can you believe he still catches people with that shit?"

"So you got the fuck out?"

"Fuck yeah. Split when I found him with Greedo's cock mysteriously stuck up his
ass. 'Vital to the survival of the rebellion,' he said." Luke shook his head.
"Old bastard."

"Tough break, kid. What was your father, anyway?"

"A navigator on a spice freighter."

"Another space-lifer, huh? Whatever happened to him?"

"Got gang-fucked to death by a bunch of bounty hunters on Ord Mantell. So they
say."

"Sorry to hear that, kid."

"I don't give a shit anymore."

"Well in that case..." Han's right hand slid slowly into Luke's pants, playing
over his soft buttocks.

"Let me hang you, Luke."

Luke shrugged. "Boring conversation, anyway."


*********


Luke slowly extracted the hydrospanner from his rectum, then fell with a fluid,
sated plop, piss and shit running over his thighs. Han waved an arm in front of
his face.

"What an incredible smell you've discovered."

"Fuck you, Corellian."

Han was already lighting up a Tibanna gas pipe. He held the gas in his lungs,
then passed the pipe to Luke.

"Good shit. I've got a connection on Bespin."

"Who doesn't?" Luke inhaled sharply, nearly coughing.

"So what are you gonna do now, kid?"

"I don't know. Stick around one more season, tops. Maybe join the Imperial
Legion. A lot of new jobs on that Death Star."

"I hear you can't see shit out of those helmets. A pregnant Dewback could be
lying next to you and you wouldn't notice unless you looked right at it. And the
armor is shit. You take a drained blaster shot in the ankle and you're
galactically fucked."

"Well...it's a living, right?"

"That it is, kid. That it is." Han blew a smoke ring at the ceiling, then
coughed. "What about that Jedi thing? You still blindfolding yourself and
letting remotes zap you in the ass?"

"I'd rather blow a dead Ugnaught in a sandcrawler's john."

"No, in other words?"

"I can't believe I was once that stupid."

"Believe it."

"Eat me."

Han and Luke sat in silence. Luke reached for a tissue, and wiped semen from his
hand, frowning.

"My uncle smells you on me and I won't eat for a month. I'll be bumming rootleaf
at the Toshi station."

Han slapped his knees with both hands and got up.

"Where are my shorts, kid?"

"Fuck should I know?"

Han found his clothes and began dressing. He squinted at R2.

"You know, that droid over there has been playing the same message over and over
all night."

"I'm gonna have its memory erased. Never buy from a drunk Jawa."

"Who's the chick? Wouldn't mind smuggling something in her."

"Some princess."

"A message for you? Shit, kid, I'd go for it."

"With my luck we're probably related."

"Well then, you think a princess and a guy like me..."

Luke blew a raspberry. "Probably only fucks other members of the Alderaanian
royal family. Gotta preserve the bloodline."

"I was on Alderaan once, on leave from the fleet. Couldn't get a spice-addicted
whore for 1000 credits. Corellian come ain't tasty enough, I guess. Everybody
there thinks they shit ice cream. Somebody ought to blow up that fucking
planet."

"Amen. Maybe I'll deactivate that droid and make it into a waste disposal unit."

Han began dancing around the room, pitching his voice like a little girl. "'Help
me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope! Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only
hope! Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I just blew the pope!"

Luke laughed, and sucked the last wisp out of the pipe.

"This bud's dead."

Han abruptly stopped dancing. "Yeah, I better get back. Chewie's probably pulled
someone's prick out of its socket by now. Never should have bought that chess
game. Need anything?"

"Just somebody to teleport me off this fucking rock. If there's an asshole of
the universe, we're on the planet that's closest to it."

"10,000 credits and I'll take you. You're pretty good in bed. I could use you."

"You think your dick is made of carbonite? I'll pass."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Pick my ass and eat it, I guess. So long, Solo."

Han's voice was suddenly serious. "May the Force be with you, kid."

Luke spat a brownish lunger on the floor. "Stick the Force up your ass."

Han grinned, flipped Luke the bird, and left.