<b>Jiljoo and Kam, Captain's Quarters<br/>
</b><br/>Still holding the pole with one hand she swatted his hand playfully but painfully away from exposing her firm blue tit flesh.  "Those are only for my Master!"  She teased, playfully before answering him.  "You could simply say to 'dance' or 'strip', or perhaps both."  She told him just before swinging gracefully about the pole, lifting herself easily and putting her wonderfully athletic and limber body on<a class="link link--external" href="http://fitnish.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/momogf.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">display</a>for her Captain and 'acting' Master.  "But the way you say it is just as important, as if you have absolute confidence that whatever whim you demand, you have no doubt I will obey."  One lekku swiftly but softly caressed his face as she spun about.  She was practically challenging him to take what belonged to him, or at least what they were going to pretend belonged to him.<br/><br/>She wondered if he would be able to pull this off convincingly.  A sign of hesitation on his part could easily be taken as a sign of weakness and their whole cover could be blown.  Kam had to appear to be her rightful owner or Ghoutta would get ideas of his own.  Despite his desire for the cerulean twi'lek that had escaped his grasp, he knew enough to maintain at least the appearance of property rights in his own club.  Once outside though, they would need to watch their backs, and fronts.  "You should probably have me on a leash as well."  She suggested, thinking a collar would give her a place to hide a weapon or device without attracting too much attention to herself.