Zash laughed at the bad joke Lord Drakt told and took another sip of her drink. She wasn't sure if this party was bad even by the standards of parties, or whether she'd simply lost all tolerance for them. Curse her bright idea to use a party as her alibi. She should've gone sightseeing instead.
"Oh, that's wonderful," she said. "Though you must excuse me, I think I saw an old acquaintance from Korriban over there."
She hadn't, of course, but she could not tolerate Drakt's company for a moment longer. Circulating would give her a moment's reprieve.
She'd walked right at someone. "Hello there," she said, since it would be beyond rude to ignore this person now that they were within speaking distance. "I am Lord Zash, Sphere of Ancient Knowledge."
"Darth Acina, Sphere of Technology." The woman had a surprisingly pleasant voice with exactly the level of disdain a Darth should cultivate.
"What a pleasure to meet you," Zash said. Hopefully Acina would prove interesting company. "How do you find the party?"
"An exercise in patience." Acina drained her glass and set it on a table. "I assume you feel likewise, given your rapid exit from your prior company."
Zash could try to deny it, but... "I must admit, these parties grow more tiresome by the year."
Acina made a noncommittal noise. She was also looking at Zash speculatively. After all, they weren't under the same Sphere, had not trained under allied masters, and hadn't met on a mission. Acina was waiting for Zash to reveal the true purpose of her approach. Of course, Zash had walked into her by accident, but no self-respecting Darth would believe that. Under other circumstances, Zash might've had a favor to ask of her, but now, her apprentice was doing what Zash most wanted done and Zash didn't have anything else she needed done.
She took another look at Acina and noticed the other woman was, well, a looker, in addition to being an excellent example of a Darth. Yes, Zash could work with this.
If only she didn't need to be seen. Though perhaps heard would be enough...
"There is a moderately roomy supply closet next to the stairs," Zash said. "Cleaning supplies, so no need to worry about falling into any sharp torture implements."
Acina raised an immaculate eyebrow with excellent poise. "Is that so?"
Zash smiled sweetly. "We could, of course, go investigate." It was far from the most subtle seduction she'd ever attempted, but it might just be serviceable.
"Intriguing," Acina said, and Zash knew she'd won.
Time to seal the deal – in public, so people would know it was her in the supply closet. Zash made a knowing hum and stepped closer to Acina. Acina didn't push her away or zap her, so she leaned over to press their lips together.
Acina grabbed Zash's robes with a growl and bit. Oh, yes, this would be good.
"You mentioned a supply closet," Acina murmured against Zash's lips.
"Yes, it's right this way." Zash walked backwards toward the stairs, as Acina was still gripping her robes. It was admirable, really – such a perfect example of a Darth! Not someone Zash might want a regular dalliance with, but for a single night? Exquisite.
At least five people saw them enter the supply closet, Zash noted with satisfaction. What an excellent plan. She should've thought of it earlier.
The moment the closet door clicked shut, Acina leaned against the wall and said, "Kneel."
Zash might've objected, but really, Acina was a Darth, and a fine example of one, so who was she to resist? "Of course, my lord," she said and kissed the heel of Acina's palm.
Acina lifted her robes and Zash slipped beneath them. She nuzzled her way up Acina's smooth skin to her crotch, then pushed her underwear out of the way.
Weighing the indignity of walking around with secretions on her face against her goal of everyone knowing she had not been anywhere near Darth Skotia's murder scene, Zash stuffed her face into Acina's cunt and licked her clit. She shuffled forward and repeated the action, making Acina twitch.
Acina's hand came down onto Zash's head and pushed. Going well, then.
Zash worried Acina's clit with her teeth and felt a frisson of pleasure in the Force. Acina ground herself against Zash's mouth, and Zash lifted a leg to rest on her shoulder.
Oh, it was delightful to have a Darth like this, nominally in control but still exposing her vulnerable flesh to Zash's teeth. Zash drank in the moans Acina was trying to suppress and brought her fingers to Acina's cunt.
Pushing in one finger was easy – Zash would say it was sucked in – so she added another.
"Fingers?" Acina questioned with a slightly choked tone.
"Do you mind?" Zash asked, keeping her mouth so close her breath blew against Acina's clit.
"Continue," Acina snapped.
Zash tightened her grip on Acina's thigh and brought her fingers out against the wall of Acina's vagina, then back in. Acina clenched around them as Zash brought her mouth back to Acina's clit.
In a stroke of inspiration, Zash slipped a third finger up Acina's dripping cunt. Acina moaned.
A shiver rose up Zash's spine. Here she was, making a Darth moan.
She was drunk on power as her fourth finger joined its brethren. Acina's walls clenched arythmically around them, the woman herself panting and jerking her hips at Zash's face.
Lightning crackled. Zash gripped Acina's thigh hard enough it'd leave a bruise and brought her thumb to the rim of Acina's vagina.
"Do it," Acina bit out. Zash replied by running her teeth over Acina's clit and sliding her thumb to join her fingers within her.
The effect was instantaneous: Acina started moaning with every breath, walls clenching even tighter around Zash's fist. White-hot pleasure arced off her in the Force. Zash moved her fist up and twisted-
Acina came apart like a nova. The pleasure she'd experienced was blasted out in a tidal wave of feeling; Zash felt herself experience a secondhand orgasm, echoes of sensation on her clit and the phantom sensation of her own fist haunting her cunt.
She pulled out her hand and gently set Acina's foot on the floor. Her own legs were slightly wobbly; Acina was likely even less steady.
She considered what to do with her hand. Her face she'd only clean later, but her hand was less likely to draw attention and more likely to be inconvenient.
Ah. Some sort of clean-ish rag. She wiped the worst of it off.
Acina was gazing at her with a considering look. No doubt she'd realized Zash had been using her for her own ends – she was a Darth, after all, she knew how the game was played – but the key would be in figuring out the other's motives.
As Zash stayed silent, Acina came to some conclusion of her own. "While this was an entertaining diversion, I must rejoin the party," she said with an admirably steady voice. "Farewell."
"Of course, my lord," Zash replied with as much of a bow as one could manage in the cramped space without staining Acina's garb.
Acina left the supply closet without issuing any demands on Zash. She'd obviously decided that whatever Zash had received out of the encounter, the orgasm she'd acquired in return had been enough compensation.
Zash stepped into the open looking significantly less put together. The nearest refresher was obviously reserved for Acina as the higher-ranking Sith. Zash took a perhaps excessively circuitous route to the next-closest refresher so that people could see she'd been occupied.
A quick wash of her face and hands, and she was in condition to face the party again. Hopefully her apprentice wouldn't take too much longer. Fun as that had been, having sex twice during one party would be much too scandalous for her purposes.