Title: Dessert
Author: Trillium
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: George owns SW, yadda, yadda, yadda
Archive: Sith Chicks (already at the DMEB)
Feedback: please!
Comment: This story is set at my actual workplace, a Thai restaurant. The
basement is actually
rather creepy, and the room with a chair and nothing else really exists.


I am in the kitchen when my boss comes in and says "Two people at C7."
I nod. I had heard the door buzzer go off, but let her answer it while
I was wiping down
the counters. It is pretty late, about 8:30, I have only one other table
right now, and I was looking
forward to getting off a little early tonight. Oh, well, maybe these new
customers won't take too
long. I hope. I fill two glasses with water and take them to the indicated
table, which sits near
the back of the restaurant, out of sight of the kitchen entrance.
Halfway across the wooden floor I pause. The two figures perusing
their menus are both
wearing long black cloaks with hoods. Odd, I think to myself, but there is
also something else
about them, something that makes me uneasy, and it suddenly becomes
difficult to balance the
tray. I take a deep breath to calm myself and continue toward the table.
"Hi, how are you tonight?" I ask as I set the glasses of water down,
and then suddenly my
throat goes dry as the figure on my right pushes back his hood. It's...no
it can't be...but it
is...Darth Maul? A Star Wars character, here? Am I going crazy after all?
Is it just someone in a
really good costume? Everything about him is perfect- the smallest details
of his tattoos, the
short, curved horns, the amazingly intense yellow eyes that appear to be
seeing right through to
my insides.
"A..." I cannot form words properly, not faced by this magnificent
creature. The figure
on the other side of the table laughs softly, and with great difficulty I
rip my eyes away from
Maul. The other man has also taken off his hood, revealing a face with
cultured, aristocratic
features, clear blue eyes, and reddish-blond hair streaked with grey. It is
Maul's master, Darth
Sidious himself. It can't possibly be anyone else.
"Aren't you going to ask us what we want to order?" he asks me archly,
and I feel
embarrassed.
"Sorry...sir" it seems appropriate to add the title. "What can I get
for you today?" the
usual words fall out in a rush.
Sidious orders the volcano chicken and a glass of merlot, the smile on
his face fixed,
correct, with no warmth at all. It makes me wonder what he is really
thinking.
I turn to Maul. "I'd like the spicy squid. Hot." His voice is
delicious, soft and assured,
hanging like something tangible in the air. It sends delightful shivers
down my back, and I want
to hear him speak again, but at the same time I am afraid to annoy him.
"Anything to drink?" I ask.
"Water." his eyes travel up and down my figure, and my nipples harden
instantly. I am
desperately afraid he can see them, for my shirt and bra are both thin.
Nodding, I turn and walk
quickly back to the kitchen before my composure breaks completely.
I serve them their meal, saying little, not knowing what to say, though
I don't want to
seem rude. But with two Sith Lords at the table, who can blame me for being
a little unhinged?
Soon they are the only customers left in the restaurant. I notice they have
finished eating and
approach their table in the corner.
"Would you like any dessert tonight?"
Uh-oh. Judging by the look Maul gives me, that might not have been the
best choice of
words. Again I am aware of my thin shirt, and the short black apron that
makes a smooth shape
of my hips. I feel I should say something, anything, to break this tension,
but I can't concentrate
with those fiery eyes on me. "The coconut ice cream is very good." I
finally blurt out.
"I think..." begins Sidious, then glances at Maul questioningly. An
unspoken
conversation seems to pass between them. "...that we will have something
else."
A strong, tattooed hand closes over my right wrist. Maul gets out of
the booth with
impossible speed, pulling me against his side with one arm wrapped tightly
around my waist.
Glancing around, Maul sees an "employees only" door a few feet away.
"That's locked" I say
weakly. "Not for long" growls Maul. He moves over to it, lifting my feet
off the ground, though
I am still pinned to his side. A quick gesture with his other hand, the
lock clicks, and he is
swinging me up in both arms and taking me down the basement steps. I
realize Sidious is
following, shutting the door softly behind. Following? Why? I am so
confused, not to mention
nervous, and Maul's leathery masculine scent is having a strong effect on my
body as well.
The basement is a maze of small, low-ceilinged rooms. We pass the big
stainless-steel
door of the walk-in cooler, the boxes of styrofoam and cardboard carry-out
containers, the stacks
of disused plates. Out of sight of the stairs is a room that is empty save
for a single chair in the
middle of the bare floor. Maul seems to think this will do. He puts me
down unceremoniously,
and I almost lose my balance, but he pulls me against him again, from the
front this time, and
kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth without mercy. I can taste the
burning of the spices
that were in his food, and feel the hardness of his muscular chest against
me. Sidious walks
around us in a circle, quiet as a prowling cat, his blue eyes missing
nothing, not Maul's hands
untying my apron, not the way I cling to him and press my hips against his.
Running out of breath, I try to step away from Maul. With a snarl he
turns and backs me
into the wall, and begins to suck on my neck and earlobes. Now I can catch
my breath, but my
legs seem to be turning to mush. If it weren't for the wall I would
probably collapse on the floor.
Maul continues his ministrations, nipping at my sensitive skin. He tugs my
apron off and it falls
to the floor with a clink of the change in the tip pocket. Sidious chuckles
at the sound. "So little
for all your efforts, child." He takes a step closer to me. "You will
enjoy this much more than a
few coins." He runs one hand through my short, dark hair and kisses me
lightly on the cheek,
then steps back and sits in the chair, intent on watching us. I hardly
notice, though. Maul is
unbuttoning my shirt, unhooking my bra. I can't suppress a moan as his
mouth finds one of my
nipples and bites almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Then he sucks
the sting away and I
try to work my hands under his tunic, to feel the warmth of his skin.
"Kneel" he whispers roughly in my ear, and pushes me down to that
position.
He is still wearing his cloak, and it falls around me as though I am in a
tent. I understand what he
wants me to do, and try to undo his pants, but my fingers are clumsy.
Impatiently he does it
himself, and I push them down over his hips. He kicks off boots and pants
in a smooth motion.
His manhood stands up proudly, big...too big. "I don't have anywhere to put
that thing" I mutter.
"Yes you do" Maul hisses, and grabs my head and pushes himself into my mouth
with a gasp of
satisfaction. I do my best, well-rewarded by his moans. Suddenly he stops
me, takes off his
cloak, and lays it on the cold concrete floor, kneeling and pushing me onto
my back. He has my
shoes, pants, and underwear off before I know it.
"Turn this way. I want to see her face." I had almost forgotten
Sidious was there.
Obediently Maul tugs on the cloak to turn it, with me on top, spreads my
legs, and slides his agile
tongue into my most sensitive place. My head thrashes from side to side,
and I clutch handfuls of
the thick black cloth, no longer caring how much noise I make. I am just on
the edge when he
stops and positions himself over me, starting to slide his manhood inside.
I'm worried I'm too
small... "Relax" says a distinguished voice, and I turn my head to see
Sidious' blue eyes upon
me, totally calm, as if his virile apprentice isn't ravishing a young woman
not four feet in front of
him. Maybe he does something to my mind, because suddenly I do relax
totally and Maul thrusts
in to the hilt with no problem. He starts slow, but builds it up quickly,
hard enough that he
scoots me backwards along the floor with each thrust. Then he is almost
still, leaving me
desperate with need. "Call my name" he says silkily, and I do, I cry it out
until I am hoarse, I fall
over the edge all but screaming it. Maul growls deliciously as he finds his
release inside me,
gives me a final kiss and a caress to my breasts, then stands and puts on
his clothing. I can't
possibly stand yet- I feel like a puddle of jelly, still lost in my ecstasy,
my eyes tightly shut, even
when Maul pulls his cloak from underneath me and puts it on.
Sidious stands up, eyeing me. "Was she acceptable, my apprentice?"
Maul now neatly dressed, nods. "Yes, my master."
Somehow I find the energy to open my eyes. Sidious bends to my
discarded apron and
puts something in the pocket. Then he stands, ever cool and aristocratic.
"I may allow you to
visit her again sometime." Then he turns to me. "If you are very lucky,
child."
Then they both climb the stairs and leave. As quickly as I can, I
dress and go upstairs
myself, not wanting my boss to miss me. She sees me as I come back into the
kitchen. "Where
were you?" she asks.
"Just...in the bathroom." I answer, praying my hair is not too mussed
up. She looks at
me a little strangely, but says nothing. I take my tip money out of the
pocket to count it. In it is a
very crisp, new, hundred dollar bill.