Sun, Sand, and Sea [Open]

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

[This thread is set in the Sapphire Waves Resort on Pantolomin.]

Zamria Bey rolled over in the hammock she was resting in on the balcony of her room, an upper suite in the 'Lime' hotel of the Sapphire Waves Resort, becoming aware that her drowsy day had just been disrupted. It wasn't the low murmur of people wafting up to her seventh floor balcony that did it. It was the slight turn of the resort combined with the angle of the sun in the sky that caused her to lose the warm sun on her red skin. It wasn't that it was cold now, it was still balmy and comfortable, but she wasn't basking any more. And that couldn't be helped.

Her embassy had received free tickets to the resort and seen fit to reward her with one for loyal work, and she was determined to enjoy every single second of the trip to the fullest. And that meant it was time for more sunbathing as soon as possible for the Togruta woman.

She slid out of the hammock and padded noiselessly over to the sliding door to her balcony, opening it and stepping into the lush accommodations. Light wood flooring mixed with a beautiful lime accent wall, and the whole was decorated in a theme that instantly said 'beach.' For her, it was excellent lodging. And she had no roommate to share with, which meant she didn't have to worry about decorum, which meant she spent every minute she was in the room naked. No clothing was just more comfortable.

But now that she was preparing to go out, clothing was essential. Unfortunately.

Bare red feet moved across the wood flooring to the bedroom, and then to her dresser. Red hands deftly opened the drawers and searched for the right clothing. In this case, a metallic gold bikini that she promptly tied on, bottom first, then top. The Togruta woman turned and examined herself in the mirror. Trim stomach, lean and toned body, with breasts and thighs that weren't bad. Even if she didn't turn heads toward her, she wasn't going to force any to turn away from her.

She walked to her bed now and picked up the chocolate brown cargo pants she always wore, pulling them onto her slender frame, first one leg, and then the other. Zamria tucked her room key into one and her wallet into the other, and she headed out her door.

It was a minimal wait in the lift, which was quite speedy, and it was in no time at all that she crossed the smooth marble of the lobby and found herself out in the sunny streets of the resort, which was a marvel in its own right. It was essentially a man-made island, a paradise of hotels and restaurants above, and casinos and bars down below the waterline, all centered around one of the largest pools to be found in the Core. And that was her destination.

It was hard to get lost on the five kilometer island, and she made it to the turquoise waters of the pool quickly, heading straight out to the 'island' at the middle, finding a quiet spot by the water with beach chairs. She stripped off her pants and laid them down underneath it before lowering herself onto the tan of the chairs, her large third headtail flush against her back and her arms resting loosely by her side, basking in the warm sun, letting it wash over her vibrant red skin.

A half-smile was on her full lips as her eyes were hidden away behind lids, leaving a warm glow visible rather than blackness.

[kt]

With a muffled groan, a very hungover Zeltron awoke. One bleary eye opened and slowly made it's way to the decorated clock that sat on a very well made mahogany nightstand. 1 p.m. Great. Another tired groan escaped his lips as he attempted to sit upright, taking great care to not wake the two other bodies in his bed.

Two beautiful women, a pair of Lethan Twi'lek twins stirred a bit as Salem crawled out of bed and tip toed his way past another three women, a kiffar, and two humans who had found a place on the floor next to the bed. The effects that Zeltron alcohol had on the body, mixed with an unforgettable night made sure that every single one of them would be staying unconscious for quite some time. As Salem made his way to the bathroom, a smirk wormed it's way onto his features, the previous night entertaining his mind as he slowly entered the fantastically large shower, oh the joys of bacheloret parties. He had of course left the wife-to-be alone, he respected monogamy, even if he didn't practice it himself, he wasn't some sex crazed animal after all.

As the still very nude Zeltron padded quietly through the maze of gorgeously naked women, he couldn't help but be impressed by the extravagance of the Sapphire suite in which he was staying. Not but a week prior had the wily Zeltron decided it was time for a "well deserved" vacation, it was tough being a philandering hedonist after all and what better way to fix his frivolous ways than with more frivolity?

After some rummaging, Salem found himself a small neon blue speedo, donning it with pride and throwing on a white A-shirt along with some brown leather flip flops. With a cheerful hum and a spring in his step, the shower having cleared away most of his headache, the red tinged man grabbed a pair of expensive aviator sunglasses and made his way to the massive pool that was the gem of the Sapphire Waves Resort.

A melodic whistle(sounds like "I wanna **** you by Akon) now pouring from his mouth, Salem turned heads as he freely let his pheromones waft around himself in small amounts. This caused every female he passed to swoon and grab a bit of Salem, pinching and slapping him in ways that he couldn't complain with. It was a small walk but Salem finally made his way to the edge of the water, stripping his shirt off and backstroking his way to the large island in the middle of the crystal clear water.

Once back on the sand, gold eyes scanned his surroundings, raising a curious brow as he set his sights on a radiant Togruta woman, her gold bikini contrasting nicely with her deliciously tight rust red skin. Nice. With his mind set, the seemingly young man sauntered his way over next to the lekku'ed beauty, parking his perfect butt in the chair directly next to her left, trying his hardest not to violate her with his eyes.

"Beautiful day isn't it? Mind if I join you, miss....?" With a similarly perfect smile, Salem waited for the Togruta to give him her name, his pheromones already working their magic as his inner dam began crumbling.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Zamria's eyes flickered open and she peered over at the source of the voice who was asking her name. Thanks to the montrals on top of her head she hadn't been clueless to the arrival of another person, but only the voice confirmed for her that it was a man. Her eyes confirmed it was a good-looking Zeltron man.

Something about him made her smile, and she did, a glint of white teeth appearing from between her full lips, including her toothy fangs. Hopefully her smile would look pleased rather than threatening. Unfortunately she never had a guarantee of which way it would go. Perceptions of her species were often very wrong. Some people saw them as fearsome, and due to their primary prey animal being dispatched with the fangs that were now peeking out, mixed with their bright colors, some people were under the mistaken impression her species was venomous.

Zeltrons on the other hand were not known to be venomous at all, just intoxicating. A part of her could guess this sudden smile was brought about by those legendary pheromones, and another part of her didn't care in the least bit. He wasn't causing any harm after all, and she certainly didn't mind looking at him. He was exceedingly easy on the eyes after all, and that wasn't a bad thing at all in her book.

Her lips parted even further as she answered his question and gave her name, two eyes staring over at him, one an icy blue and the other a deep brown, so deep it was almost black.

"Zamria," She answered in a tone that might have been flirty if one single word had been enough to set a tone. It was entirely possibly that he had the impression she had a thick accent from the very Togruti way she pronounced her name, and she knew for some that was a turn-off. So in a slight overreach of her normal concise answers, she tacked on an extra two words in her flawless Basic, after a slight delay. "And you?"

She played with the tip of her right headtail coquettishly, smiling up at him with a very interested look on her red-skinned face.

[kt]

And so the game had begun. With a mischievous smirk, Salem found himself staring at her lips, luscious and full, her canine's built for a predator as his eyes rose and locked onto hers. Her voice was heavenly as she introduced herself as Zamria, a gorgeous name for an equally gorgeous girl. "Heterochromia..." He murmured softly as his smile grew, "You have lovely eyes my dear, has anyone told you that before?" With great care, the Zeltron grabbed the hand caressing her lekku and brought it towards him, kissing it before giving his name.

"You may call me Salem, my dear." The red tinged man then set her hand back on her lap and let his pheromones run unrestricted. Salem mused to himself that it wasn't that he couldn't win her over without his pheromones, it was simply that this made a small percentage of uncertainty into a guarantee.

There was a rumor about the people from Shili, about them being poisonous or something? Maybe it was true, but maybe it wasn't? Salem had never really heard of anyone dying from a Togruta bite, the whole notion was a bit ridiculous but this Zamria was so beautiful that he'd be willing to find out, multiple times even. "So, what brings an angel like you to this paradise?" Curiosity was now thickly embedded in his speech, flirtation heavy in his body language as he warmed up to her, not getting too close as to make himself seem pushy or sleazy, but definitely enough to let her know he was interested.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Zamria made the Togruta equivalent of blushing the very second Salem mentioned heterochromia. The markings on her lekku flared an electric blue and she winced. That was her one major insecurity, and he'd managed to spot it in mere seconds and comment on it. It was what made her unsightly, and was the one thing she'd been made fun of for during her childhood, more than anything else. And the cruelties of children weren't easily forgotten.

Observations about her eyes today could still inspire odd reactions from her. Usually wincing, like now.

However her wincing was suddenly stopped, and replaced by blinking as he told her she had lovely eyes. The color of those stripes slowly faded back to a more passive shade of blue as he asked her if anyone had ever told her that before. She dumbly shook her head to indicate no, that no one had ever told her such a thing before. No one besides her parents had described them that way. Now she 'blushed' in a different way, enhanced as he took her hand and pressed it to his lips.

In fact, she felt a tingle of arousal race up her back at the touch. Pheromones or not, she didn't care. A part of her wanted him deeply, and rapidly. She closed her eyes for a second and slowed her breathing again, bringing herself back under control as he gave her his name. Salem.

She grinned broadly at being called an angel, and she managed to add a few more words at that.

"This angel flew in because of her job. Free ticket."

Zamria sat up in the chair, folding her legs up under her and peering at the Zeltron mad even further, both eyes taking in his form, breathing in his scent and trying not to get too overcome. In fact, there was one thing she hoped would improve her wits.

The red-skinned Togruta slid out of the chair and lowered herself into the blue water of the pool, standing on the base near the shore, water up to her navel as she wondered if the cool water would help her keep her wits about her. If she was with him, it would be on her terms. And it was very likely they'd be together by the night.

An impish smile came onto her face as she dipped her arm into the water, and splashed Salem before leaning back and floating on her back, nonverbally begging him to come in after her.

[The Conman]

* Meanwhile, back in Salem's Harem *

A groan emmenated from an audaciously curvacious Twi'lek. She had been passed out near the door to the patio. The girl, who'd passed out on her front somehow, rolled onto her side and opened an one of her eyes, the room slowly swimming into view.

Gingerly, she worked her arms, which felt like they weren't really part of her body, to right herself relative to the floor. After a minute or two of groaning, she was finally upright, sitting up on her bum. She scooted herself around, so the scene could come into view.

There were naked females.

Everywhere.

The Twi'lek in question grinned. The pair of Lethans she'd been after were rather naked on the bed. She remembered being interested in them earlier the previous night. Until a Red skinned devil showed up.

Well, not really a devil, she reasoned in her still intoxicated brain. A Zeltron she couldn't remember the name of for the life of her. The Twi'lek decided not to strain herself, it was too early for that and she was still too drunk. Deciding to run the gambit, she decided to stand up.

Shakily, the amazonian woman managed to get to her feet. Though not so drunk as to not be capable of locomotion, her sense of balance was still noticeably messed up.

Yep...Still frakked up...

She mused to herself, avoiding the girls draped over anything that could conceivably be used as a sleeping surface on her way to the washroom. After a minute or two of wobbly avoidance, she arrived at her destination and closed the door.

The Twi'lek observed herself in the mirror, and grinned at the extremely curvacious, amazonian, sandy brown figure grinning back. It was also at this point she realized that clothing was missing from the equation. Not that she was surprised, but more annoyed that she'd have to go hunt down said clothing.

Huffing, Doneeda Sok'nada sat down on the toilet and relived herself.

A minute or two later, she reappeared out of the washroom and started about finding her clothes. It was a simple enough affair, her bra was the first item to be found, being easily larger than any of the other women there, and by default, her underwear was as well, as she remembered it was a matching set.

It's all in the tricks...

She thought to herself, remembering why she wore matching sets. The pants were another easy find, being larger than the other girls there, her being nearly 6 feet tall. The last, and most difficult to find however, was her shirt, which she gave up on after about 5 minutes, surmising it must have come off at some point earlier in the night.

Donnie shrugged. Her bikini's top was far more revealing than her bra was, and she'd been wearing that thing around for a few days and hadn't gotten into any trouble. So she decided to just go back to her room as she was, wearing her bra and a pair of loose-ish light brown cotton pants.

Instinctively she checked her pockets, producing her room key and wallet. She nodded slightly to herself, and headed for the door, gingerly opening it and then exiting, before gingerly closing it.

Better hit the bar before the hangover kicks in...

She thought, as she motored towards the elevator.

[kt]

Golden eyes refused to break the gaze they held on the ice blue and brown ones. It seemed as though her unique condition was a bit of a sensitive spot for her, probably got picked on a lot as a kid or something. Now taking off his sunglasses, Salem made sure to drink her in completely, his eyes scrolling up from her toes to her legs to her stomache and to her chest, finally coming back to those fantastic eyes of hers. With his winning smile never leaving his face, the philanderer made his way slowly into the pool after Zamria, her body language clear that she wanted him to follow. This was a request that he was all to happy to ablidge.

Red legs dipped into the pool, the refreshing water only going up to just below his unmentionables before he decided to submerge his whole body, swimming out a ways before circling back to his point of interest. A single hand ran through healthy dark red hair, slicking it back and out of his eyes, which, due to the sun's rays, were shining brilliantly.

Again Salem mused to himself, "Should I get closer?"

Of course he would, the red-skinned woman had been throwing him positive body language throughout the entire encounter so far, opting not to use her words and instead let action take the lead. This was something the Zeltron was quite alright with. One hand after another, padding closer to the Togruta, laughing warmly as he splashed a small bit of water at her. The young man stopped not but a foot or two from Zamria, taking advantage of his close proximity and running a single finger up one of her lekku.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Zamria did something she hadn't done in a long time as Salem splashed her. She opened her mouth slightly and giggled, a merry and happy sound as she splashed back. This was just like Shili, swimming in clear lakes as a child. Only she was no child now, she was a grown woman. But dammit she was entitled to giggle when she felt the urge, as entitled as she was to deal with her other urges.

There was a need for intimacy in life. Sometimes it was small touches that she wanted, simple pleasures like being held in strong arms, and other times something more, like locking lips and melting into them. And finally there were times when her body had needs, and she could feel them. She was fast approaching that time, and a corner of her mind was craving intimacy later in the day, longing for a warm body under the cool bed sheets. Something very much like lust was rising in her thoughts.

But at the same time she was feeling playful, as evinced by the splashing. She was feeling thoroughly coquettish today in fact.

A hand reached out and brushed her lekku and she made a pleased sound through smiling lips, falling short of any words. Now if only she'd had some alcohol they would have been more touch sensitive. That act could be quite sensual actually, and it didn't help her blossoming arousal any.

Compulsively she reached out through the water with her bare red foot, bending her leg, and placed her toes against a very sensitive area, stroking up and down gently, massaging with her toes as she did so. And the whole time she smiled at him.

It was an impish smile, revealing both her fangs, and her playful nature was piqued. She was flirting in a big way now, which wasn't something she often did. Well, she made up for it now by going all the way.

[Dalton]

Chazz Marsee, along with a couple complaining priests from his monestary, wore about the transport shuttle waiting to be taken to the beautiful Sapphire Waves Resort. Spending almost all of his life on Tatooine he had never been to a resort before and had used his "way with words" as he called it, to talk his fellow monks into taking a week long stay at the gorgeous and affordable Maroon hotel before having to head back to the monestary on the dusty, dry planet with two suns.

"Sir, why must we take a cruise? We have so much business to attend too back on Tatooine." Brother Genetti whispered into Chazz's ear, hoping the other two monks wouldn't overhear him complaining about the cruise. Chazz simply laughed and put a caring hand on the aging man's shoulder, "Brother, you act as if you have never spent a day relaxing, having your butt pampered by beautiful women before. That's why I'm giving you seven of them! Now lets enjoy ourselves shall we? As High Priest of our monestary I order you too." Chazz winked and then laughed as the shuttle landed aboard the magnificent resort/cruise ship and they began to look around, jaws practically on the floor. They have never seen anything like it before, especially Chazz considering this is just one of the few times he's ever been off of Tatooine.

"Seeing all these people dressed in beach attire leads me to think we should change out of our green vestiments, gentlemen. What do you all think? There should be some clothing shops on this giant ship, or atleast a gift shop or something." Chazz stated, looking down at the green robes that he, as well as the other men, were wearing. They stood out like, well, a green thumb on a blue hand. So as him and his entourage of three priests began walking along the platform of this oceanliner, Brother Genetti started his complaining yet again. "Sir, I like my robes, but first off shouldn't you think we should check into our rooms before exploring the ship? Or we could just get refunds and leave, sir, either is fine with me but I prefer the second option." "Ahhh, brother Genetti, you never let me have any fun it seems but very well. We'll check into our rooms AND THEN we will go buy some new clothes for us all, if I would of known this I would of brought some normal clothes instead of a week's worth of robes." The four men then headed back around to where the shuttle dropped them off. A lovely, smiling Twi'leck woman was inside of a small, glass building with an opening infront. On the front of the small building read the word: INFORMATION in giant, bolded letters.

"Excuse me, miss? Could you please direct us toward our hotel, please? I would try to find it myself but the cruiser is just huge and I'd hate to spend my entire vacation looking four our suites." Chazz smirked as he gave the woman his reservation tickets for the two rooms. After a few seconds of skimming through the tickets she smiled, handing them back to Chazz, "Yes, your hotel is just a short walk up the walkway and on your right. The name Marron will be on the double glass doors. Anything else I can help you gentlemen with today?" Chazz smiled and placed a hand on her's and said, "After I unpack and get situated in the room, Brother Genetti here will be leaving and I'll be all alone. Care to help fix that, beautiful?" The Twi'leck woman blushed, or atleast Chazz thought she did because he didn't have enough time to properly see before Genettie grabbed his shoulder and started pulling him towards their hotel.

"Sometimes I wonder why I stepped down and picked you for High Priest, Mr. Marsee. But that's another discussion for another day. Let's just go unpack, I'm tired from the flight over here." Genetti continued mumbling and complaining the entire walk over the the hotel, still holding Chazz's robes. He couldn't help it that he was fond with the ladies. He had pretty good looks from what he was told, and his outgoing and fun personality didn't help. He didn't want to irritate elderly Genetti anymore than he already was, he was turning 60 soon and needed more relaxation and less stress, so Chazz just kept his mouth closed and listen to Genetti's scorn as they made their ways to the hotel Ulter-Lux.