Star Wars: Eyes of God Chapter 2 - Za Za Ka

Kyle strolled past the growing line of people outside Za Za Ka, ignoring the annoyed stares and muttered curses coming from the crowd. A Nikto snarled something in a language Kyle didn't understand, but he didn't care enough to stop or even glance back. He was going to get in, and he wasn't about to wait like the rest of these losers.

"Hey, who the hell does this guy think he is?" someone from the line barked, their voice rising above the low hum of the crowd. Others joined in, yelling things like, "Get in the back, asshole!" and "You think you're special?"

Kyle turned his head slightly, smirking as he shot a lazy wave over his shoulder. He kept walking, straight to the front, where the two massive Gamorrean bouncers stood. They grunted and eyed him suspiciously as he approached, their beady eyes narrowing beneath their heavy brows. Kyle stopped in front of them, standing just a few feet away. "Evening, boys," he said casually, raising a hand and waving it slightly. "You're going to let me in."

The Gamorreans stared at him for a moment, their pig-like faces slack. Then, almost simultaneously, they stepped aside, grunting in unison as they gestured toward the door.

Kyle grinned. "Thanks. You guys are the best."

He turned back to the line, now a chorus of outrage and profanity, and raised his middle finger high for all to see. The shouts grew louder as he disappeared into the club, the heavy doors shutting behind him with a satisfying thud. Inside, the air was hot and thick, the pounding bass of the music vibrating through the floor. Neon lights in every shade imaginable bathed the room, casting shadows that flickered and shifted as the crowd moved. The smell of sweat, cheap alcohol, and something vaguely sweet filled the air.

Kyle's eyes were however glued to the stage where the Twi'lek dancers were putting on a show, their bodies hardly covered, moving in ways that made it clear what they were there for.

The dancer in the middle had skin so red it looked like it was painted with lust. She wore nothing but thin strips of fabric that left her pussy just barely hidden, and her nipples were clearly visible through the see-through material. Her abs were fucking ripped, and every time she thrust her hips, you could see her pussy lips through the fabric. She arched her back like she was begging to be fucked, her small tits pushed out, nipples hard as rocks. She scanned the crowd like she was choosing her next fuck, her smile all but saying "come get me."

To her right, the blue Twi'lek was in an outfit so tiny it was almost pointless. Her big tits were barely contained, bouncing with each move, her nipples poking through the fabric. She bent over, her ass high in the air, her pussy lips visible, wet and ready. She spun around, giving everyone a clear shot of her body, her tits swinging, her pussy glistening with how turned on she was. She spread her legs a bit, giving a peek at what she had to offer.

On the left, this green Twi'lek was all curves, her outfit so thin you could see everything. Her huge tits were barely covered, her nipples poking through, and her ass was just as much on display. She moved slower, grinding her hips in a way that made her ass shake with each move. She locked eyes with some dude in the front, her hands all over herself. She grabbed her tits, tweaking her nipples until they were hard, then slid her hands down her body, past her stomach, right to her pussy. She started rubbing herself right there, her fingers getting wet, showing everyone just how horny she was.

This red-skinned dancer kept moving her hips like she was riding an invisible cock, her lekku swinging in time with her body. She'd touch her own tits, cupping them, squeezing them, making her nipples even harder, then move her hands down her body, teasing the crowd by getting close to her pussy but not quite touching it, just enough to make everyone think about what she could do with those fingers.

The blue one, she was all about showing off. She'd bend over, her ass up, spreading her legs to give a view of her pussy, then stand up and spin, her tits bouncing, her hands going straight to her nipples, pinching them, pulling them, showing off how much she liked it. She'd slide her hands down her front, over her stomach, and then touch herself, her fingers working her clit, her face showing how good it felt.

The green one, she was all about that slow tease. She'd roll her hips, making her ass jiggle, her hands all over her body, squeezing her tits, then moving down to her pussy. She'd rub herself slowly at first, then faster, her face showing pleasure, her eyes never leaving the guy she was teasing. She'd spread her legs wider, giving a better view, her fingers working her pussy, wet sounds filling the air as she moaned slightly, playing with herself right there on stage.

The crowd around the platform was wild, credits being thrown onto the stage as patrons cheered, whistled, and yelled out things Kyle was sure the dancers had heard a thousand times before. Kyle couldn't help but grin as he took it all in. The old Kyle from this world had good taste, and he wasn't about to disagree. This was exactly the kind of place he needed right now.

He moved toward the bar, weaving through the crowd and making a mental note to find a good spot near the stage later. First, though, he needed a drink. Something cheap, strong, and guaranteed to burn on the way down. Back in his own world he'd regularly buy cheap alcohol—well he'd get older students to get it for him. It was all he could afford, and let him tell you store bought 99 cent vodka did not tickle on the way down.

Kyle leaned against the bar and raised a hand to signal the bartender. Zarni Voss, a Zeltron with long purple hair, light red skin, and a figure that made more than half the patrons in the club forget why they were there, caught sight of him immediately. She grinned, her sharp eyes lighting up as she strutted over, her hips swaying with every step.

"The usual?" she asked, her voice smooth, teasing, and loud enough to carry over the pounding music.

Kyle nodded, tossing a credit chip down onto the scanner. The device blinked green, confirming the payment. "You know me too well, Zarni."

"I'd hope so," she said with a smirk, turning to grab a bottle from the shelf behind her. As she poured his drink, Kyle let his eyes wander over her. Zarni wasn't shy about showing off what she had, and her tight top and short skirt left little to the imagination. Her toned legs, flat stomach, and generous cleavage were enough to keep most of the customers' attention firmly on her, and Kyle was no exception. She caught him staring as she slid his drink across the counter and raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see, Jedi boy?"

"You know I do," Kyle shot back with a grin, taking the glass and leaning in closer. "But you don't have to tease me about it."

"Teasing's half the fun," Zarni said, resting her elbows on the bar and leaning forward slightly, giving him an even better view. "Besides, you make it so easy."

Kyle chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before setting it down. "Alright, alright. Fun's over—for now. I need to ask you something."

"Oh?" Zarni tilted her head, her grin widening. "What is it this time? You finally going to confess your undying love for me?"

Kyle smirked but shook his head. "Not quite. I need work. You got anything you can throw my way?"

Her grin faltered slightly, and she leaned back, crossing her arms. "Work, huh? What happened? Temple finally had enough of your shit?"

Kyle scratched the back of his head, his grin slipping into a sheepish expression. That was all Zarni needed to see. She snorted and leaned forward again, this time shoving her cleavage right in his face as she slapped the top of his head lightly.

"I told you to stop pushing them!" she said, shaking her head. "You keep playing around, and of course they're going to throw you out eventually."

"Yeah, well, being a Jedi isn't for me," Kyle replied, shrugging as he rubbed the spot where she hit him. "I need to earn some credits now, and you're the one who knows where all the action is."

Zarni stared at him for a long moment, her sharp eyes scanning his face. Then she sighed and shook her head. "I can never say no to you, can I?"

Kyle grinned. "Nope."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Fine. Meet me at my apartment after my shift's over, and I'll see what I can do. But you owe me."

"Always," Kyle said with a wink, raising his glass to her before taking another drink. "Appreciate it, Zarni. You're the best."

"Don't forget it," she replied, watching as he finished his drink and pushed off the bar.

Kyle gave her a two-fingered salute as he headed toward the stage, the pounding music and wild energy of the club drawing him back in. Tonight was shaping up to be a good night. Kyle pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the stage where the Twi'lek dancers were. The music was loud, but his attention was solely on the green-skinned dancer with the big, jiggly ass. He got right up to the edge of the stage, close enough to feel the heat from their bodies as they danced.

The green Twi'lek noticed him instantly, her eyes lighting up with interest. Her outfit was so see-through it left nothing to the imagination, showing off her large, heavy breasts and the curve of her hips, but it was her ass that really caught his attention. Every movement made her ass shake, the flesh rippling in a way that was impossible to ignore. She was all curves, her skin slightly damp from dancing. She began to move towards him, her eyes never leaving his. She was dancing just for him now, her hips rolling in slow, exaggerated circles, making her ass jiggle even more. She was right there, inches away, her lekku swinging close to his face. She bent over, her ass in the air, giving him a direct view of her pussy, the fabric of her outfit doing little to hide how wet she was.

Kyle could smell her arousal; it was a musky, sweet scent that mixed with the club's air, making his head spin. He was so close he could see every detail - her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, her scent overwhelming him. She spread her legs a bit more, giving him an even better view, her ass cheeks parting slightly.

She turned around, facing him, her big tits bouncing with each step she took towards him. Suddenly, she dropped into the splits, her legs wide open, showing off her flexibility. Kyle's eyes widened, "Holy shit," he muttered, watching her contort her body in ways that seemed almost impossible. She leaned back, her body arching, her tits pushed out, her hands reaching back to slap her own ass, making it jiggle even more.

She started to touch herself right there, her hands sliding over her breasts, squeezing them, her nipples hard under the thin fabric. She then moved her hands down, over her stomach, and between her legs. She rubbed herself slowly at first, then faster, her fingers working her clit, her face showing how much she was enjoying it.

Her eyes locked with his, she licked her lips, her breathing heavy as she continued to dance. She moved closer, her body almost touching his, her ass still shaking with every move. She turned around again, bending over right in front of him, her ass at eye level. She spread her cheeks with her hands, giving him an unobstructed view of her pussy, her fingers still playing with herself, the wet sounds audible over the music.

She then did a backbend, her body forming an arc, her tits pointing towards the ceiling, her ass still in motion. Kyle was mesmerized, "Holy shit," he said again, watching her body twist and bend in ways that were both sexy and shocking.

Kyle could feel his own arousal peaking, his pants getting tight. She was practically grinding the air in front of him, her big ass moving right in front of his face, each jiggle and shake a direct tease. She'd occasionally reach back, slapping her own ass, making it jiggle even more, the flesh bouncing back into place.

She turned to face him again, her hands now all over her body, touching her tits, then sliding down to her pussy. She was so close he could feel the heat from her body, her scent filling his senses. She was moaning softly now, her fingers working her clit with expertise, her eyes locked on his, daring him to do something. Every move she made was for him, every shake of her ass, every touch of herself was an open invitation. She was clearly enjoying showing off for him, her arousal evident not just by the scent but by how her body reacted, her hips moving, her ass shaking, her pussy wet and on display.

She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she continued to touch herself, whispering something dirty, her voice low and husky. She then pulled back slightly, giving him one last look at her body, her big ass still jiggling from her movements, before she danced back to her spot on the stage, leaving Kyle in a state of intense arousal, the smell of her still lingering in the air around him, his mind reeling. He had defiantly died and gone to heaven.

Kyle sat near the stage for what felt like hours, his eyes glued to the Twi'lek dancers as they moved across the platform. The red one was graceful, the blue one was sultry, but the green one... she was something else entirely. Her curvier figure and slower, more deliberate movements had him hooked, and the way she made eye contact with him every now and then only added fuel to the fire. His body was tense, his thoughts slipping into places they probably shouldn't as he nursed another drink.

Eventually, his head felt a little foggy, and the heat in the room was getting to him. He decided it was time for a quick break. Kyle pushed himself up from his seat, stumbling slightly as the alcohol started to hit him harder, and headed toward the fresher. The neon lights of the club faded as he entered the quieter washroom area, the hum of the music dulled by the thick walls.

Kyle leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto his face and letting it drip off as he stared at himself in the mirror. The Rinnegan stared back at him, the swirling purple patterns as alien as they had been the first time he saw them. He squinted, trying to focus, willing the damn things to do something. But nothing happened. They just sat there, useless, mocking him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

He noticed the Padawan braid still hanging down the side of his head. It felt out of place now, like it belonged to someone else entirely. Digging into his pack, he pulled out the vibro-knife, its blade humming faintly as he switched it on. Without hesitation, he grabbed the braid and sliced through it in one clean motion. He held it in his hand for a moment, staring at it before tossing it into the sink. "I'm not a Padawan anymore," he muttered.

Straightening up, Kyle dried his face and checked his reflection one more time. He smirked. "Alright, time to have some fun," he said to himself. "And maybe convince that green dancer to get a little more personal."

Kyle left the fresher and headed back into the club, the music hitting him like a wall as he reentered. He grabbed another drink from the bar and made his way back to the stage. The green Twi'lek was still dancing, her hips rolling in a way that had his full attention. After a few more drinks, he worked up the nerve to approach her. When her performance ended, she stepped off the stage and into the crowd to mingle, and Kyle was quick to intercept her.

"You were incredible up there," Kyle said, flashing her his best grin. "You make the other dancers look like amateurs."

The Twi'lek raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she said, her voice smooth and teasing.

Kyle didn't waste any time. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered something filthy that made her laugh, a low, sultry sound. She didn't pull away, though, and a few minutes later, he had his arm around her, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Her green skin was warm under his hand as it slid down her back, his fingers finding the edge of her scant outfit. He pulled her closer, his hand moving lower, slipping under the fabric to cup her bare ass, feeling the soft, jiggly flesh. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against him, her nipples hard through the thin material. His other hand was already at work, sliding down her stomach, past her navel, and between her legs. He found her pussy wet and ready, her lips already swollen from the earlier show.

With no hesitation, Kyle slipped a finger inside her, feeling her heat and wetness. She gasped, her body tensing then relaxing into his touch as he began to move his finger in and out. Her breath became heavier, her lips parting from his to let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"You're so wet," Kyle whispered, adding another finger, stretching her slightly as he worked her, his thumb finding her clit to rub in tight circles. She leaned into him, her hips moving to meet his rhythm, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Her lekku twitched with each thrust of his fingers, her arousal clear in her scent and the sounds of her wetness as he fingered her. She was moaning now, not caring who heard, her voice a mix of Twi'lek and Basic, her words a jumble of pleasure.

"You like that, huh?" Kyle growled into her ear, his fingers moving faster, feeling her inner walls clench around him. She nodded, unable to form coherent words, her body trembling as she got closer to the edge.

He kept going, his fingers deep inside her, his thumb relentless on her clit, until she was gasping, her body arching, her orgasm hitting her hard. She bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry, her pussy gripping his fingers tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

As she came down from her high, her breathing ragged, she looked at him with lust-filled eyes, her body still pressed against his. "You know how to handle a Twi'lek," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction, her hand now moving to his crotch, feeling how hard he was for her. Things were going well—too well, as it turned out. A loud, angry voice cut through the music, and Kyle barely had time to register what was happening before a large Nikto stormed over, shoving him hard in the chest. "Get your hands off her!" the Nikto growled.

Kyle stumbled back, holding his hands up mockingly. "Hey, easy there. She didn't seem to mind."

"She's my girl!" the Nikto shouted, drawing the attention of the nearby crowd.

Kyle smirked. "Didn't look like it to me," he said, taking a step forward. "Maybe if you treated her right, she wouldn't be out here looking for someone better."

That was all it took. The Nikto swung at him, and Kyle ducked just in time, the punch grazing the air above his head. He retaliated with a quick jab to the Nikto's stomach, using the Force to add extra strength to the blow. The Nikto doubled over, gasping for air, but before Kyle could follow up, the club erupted into chaos.

Another patron joined the fight, then another, until half the bar seemed to be throwing punches or shoving someone. Kyle ducked a flying bottle, grabbing a chair and swinging it at someone who came at him. The chair splintered on impact, and Kyle quickly turned to face the next threat.

A Weequay grabbed him from behind, trying to pin his arms, but Kyle stomped on the alien's foot and elbowed him in the ribs. He spun around, using the Force to shove the Weequay into a nearby table, sending drinks and credits flying. Kyle was grinning now, the adrenaline and alcohol mixing into a heady rush. He reached out with the Force again, pulling a nearby barstool into his hand and using it to block a punch from another angry patron. The brawl was wild, with people yelling, tables being overturned, and the music still blasting.

When the Nikto came at him again, Kyle used the Force to yank a drink tray off the bar and smack it into the alien's face. The Nikto stumbled back, blood dripping from his nose, and Kyle couldn't help but laugh. "You're gonna have to do better than that!" he shouted, throwing the tray aside.

The Nikto wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and snarled, his sharp teeth bared. He lunged at Kyle again, swinging wildly, but Kyle sidestepped, throwing out his leg and tripping the bigger alien. The Nikto crashed into a table, sending drinks and credits scattering everywhere. The patrons nearby yelled in frustration, some joining the fight simply out of annoyance.

"Really? That's all you've got?" Kyle taunted, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Come on, big guy, make me work for it!"

The Nikto growled and pushed himself up, but before he could take another swing, a Rodian decided to jump in, apparently deciding Kyle needed a lesson in manners. The Rodian came at him with a bottle, swinging it down hard. Kyle ducked, grabbing the Rodian's arm and twisting it just enough to make him drop the weapon. The bottle shattered on the floor, and Kyle used the momentum to shove the Rodian into the Nikto, sending them both sprawling.

The crowd around them was growing louder, some cheering for the fight, others yelling at the mess being made. The club's neon lights reflected off broken glass and spilled drinks, giving the whole scene an almost surreal vibe. Kyle couldn't stop laughing as he dodged another swing, this one from a heavily built human who seemed to have decided it was his turn. Kyle rolled his eyes and used the Force to push the man back, sending him sliding across the floor and into a group of chairs.

"That's three down!" Kyle shouted, throwing his arms in the air like he'd just won a championship. "Who's next?"

He didn't have to wait long for an answer. The Nikto was back on his feet, angrier than ever, and charged at him like a raging bull. Kyle barely managed to sidestep in time, grabbing a half-full drink off a nearby table and tossing it in the Nikto's face. The alien sputtered, momentarily blinded, and Kyle seized the opportunity to grab a stool and bring it down on the Nikto's back. The stool broke apart on impact, and Kyle laughed again, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. "Man, you are persistent, I'll give you that."

Before he could savor his small victory, a pair of Gamorrean bouncers shoved their way through the crowd, their axes already drawn. Kyle froze for a second, sizing them up. "Ah, crap," he muttered. "Time to go."

The Gamorreans grunted something in their guttural language, but Kyle wasn't sticking around to find out what they said. He reached out with the Force, pulling a chair into one of the bouncers to slow them down, and then darted toward the exit. He didn't get far before the second bouncer grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back.

Kyle spun around, throwing a quick punch at the Gamorrean's snout, which made the big guy flinch just enough for Kyle to wriggle free. He stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding another swing from the Nikto, and ended up crashing into the bar. Zarni, the Zeltron bartender, was standing there, arms crossed, looking entirely unimpressed.

"Really, Kyle?" she asked, her tone somewhere between exasperated and amused. "You couldn't keep it together for one night?"

Kyle grinned at her, still catching his breath. "Come on, Zarni. You know me."

"Yeah, and that's the problem," she shot back. "Enjoy the sidewalk."

Before Kyle could respond, the first Gamorrean grabbed him again, this time with a grip that wasn't so easy to shake. With a loud grunt, the bouncer hauled him toward the exit. Kyle didn't fight it, still laughing as he was dragged through the club and unceremoniously tossed out the front door. He landed on the pavement outside with a thud, rolling onto his back and staring up at the dim glow of the neon sign above the club.

The crowd outside, still waiting to get in, burst into laughter and jeers as they recognized him. "How was the club, have fun in there?" one of them called.

Kyle sat up, brushing himself off and grinning like an idiot. "Totally worth it," he said, climbing to his feet. He turned back to the club and gave the bouncers a mock salute. "You guys do good work!"

One of the Gamorreans snorted and turned away, while the other just shook his head.

Kyle staggered a little as he walked down the street, still laughing to himself. His knuckles were bruised, his clothes were a mess, and his head was starting to spin from the alcohol, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun. He staggered down the dimly lit path, hands shoved into his pockets, His bruises ached a little, and the alcohol in his system wasn't helping his coordination, but he didn't care. Zarni had promised to help him out after her shift, so now all he had to do was find somewhere to sit and kill some time.

The undercity around him buzzed with activity. Shadows moved between the neon lights of rundown cantinas and seedy shops. Beings of all shapes and sizes loitered in alleyways, some exchanging goods, others glaring at anyone who got too close. Kyle yawned and stretched as he turned a corner, scanning for a quiet place to wait. Before he could spot one, a strong hand grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him sideways.

"Hey—" Kyle barely had time to get the word out before he was slammed into the rough wall of an alley. Pain shot through his back, and the force of the impact made his head snap forward. He froze, his instincts kicking in as his hands shot up to grab at the wrist holding him. He glanced down at his attacker, ready to fight back, but the words caught in his throat. His eyes widened, his breath hitching.

Standing there, gripping his shirt, was someone he never expected to see.

"Ahsoka?!"