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"I've always had a thing for a man in uniform."
The blond goddess wraps her arms around his neck, placing her tiny ass into his lap and grinding into him. Her miniscule black dress is barely able to handle the task of containing her breasts. She's a beauty with her ruby painted lips, smooth skin and big blue eyes. This was what he needed, she is exactly what he needed. The girl starts kissing along his neck, her hand rubbing his chest, slowly making its way downwards.
This time, he thinks to himself, this time it's going to work. The woman has unbuckled his pants and is currently trying to get a response out of him but nothing the beauty does works.
Nine months; it has been nine months and he simply can't get a response out of his useless penis. The more she works, the more defeated he feels. "Oh General, do you not find me attractive? Maybe this will work." She repositions herself before him on her knees. She sets to work once more, this time with her tongue. Stars, please let this work... Still nothing. Frustrated, he's had enough. His ego can't take anymore.
"Get off." Pushing the blond off of him and doing up his pants, he heads for the exit at top speed. What is wrong with him? He is a proud man but he has no choice, he will need to see a doctor. He can't live like this anymore.
"General Hux, Sir, you are in perfect health." The doctor assures him.
"No doctor, something is wrong." Hux insists.
"You said this all started after the loss of Starkiller base, Sir?"
Oh yes, Starkiller. His spectacular failure. Millions of credits spent on a glorious machine, just for it to be taken down by a handful of resistance members. The lives lost, the money lost that day, all fall on his shoulders.
"Sir, there is nothing wrong with you physically. Perhaps you should consider seeing the ship's psychologist." Hux's ego kicks in again, and he dismisses the doctor before he can say anything more.
He returns to the bridge, mulling over what the doctor had said. Should he see the shrink? Imagine the talk if any of the officers found out. He is so preoccupied, he doesn't notice sneaky Ren coming in. Hux wasn't keeping his mental defenses up and now it's too late. He hears a low, mechanical chuckle behind his shoulder.
"So that's why you've been so moody."
Fantastic, now Ren knows. Just great!
You are from a poor outer rim planet that specializes mainly in mining. You're from a large family, the eldest of four sisters. You were fresh out of high school, having just celebrated your eighteenth birthday days before your father's accident, which had made it impossible for him to work. Your dreams of receiving a higher education flew out the window then and you had taken the first job that offered decent pay.
You've been working aboard the Finalizer for just over six months, doing mostly maintenance and sanitation work. Really, you were an untrained kid with no job experience, and you were just thankful you had the position. You sent every paycheck home to your family and news had come in last month that the doctors say your father's hand will never fully recover. He will never be able to return to his job in the mines.
You had swallowed the harsh truth; this job was the only thing keeping your baby sisters fed. Any dreams from your past, you tucked away. No point dwelling on what could never be, your family needs you.
You work to the best of your ability, keeping mostly to yourself. Until JA-1145, that is. Jace, as his friends call him, started sitting with you at lunch a while back. He's a handsome trooper, to say the least; dark hair and eyes, dimples when he smiles. He had become your best friend. You two started having lunch and dinner together everyday. If your off-time matched up —which had only happened once this month— you would hang out.
At some point, the ship's crew had started seeing you as Jace's girl. Not that you two had ever really talked about it. He had kissed you on the cheek a couple of times but just quick pecks before leaving you.
Yeah, it looks like you have your first boyfriend, which was such exciting news that you shared it with your sister the other night when you commed home. The info was met with a giggle as she told the entire family very loudly that '(y/n) is in love!' Sisters, right?
It has been a week since Ren found out about Hux's... issue and he isn't sure if the knight is being humorous or cruel with his attempts to be 'helpful'. Hux would awaken to messages with informative attachments from Ren. Suggestions on dietary changes that might help. This is too much, he needs to stop. So humiliating.
Hux is having a particularly bad morning today. First, Ren with more of his obnoxious messages. Second, the sink in his refresher is acting up; he had sent a message to the maintenance department. Now there's news of a resistance attack on one of their outposts and to top it all off, it's his birthday today. Enduring meeting after meeting, he just wants to return to wallowing in misery in the solitude of his room.
"Hux," Ren says while entering his office. "I am sending a present to your room later. She is very special and if she can't get the little General saluting again, no one can."
No. No, no, this is not what he needs right now. "Ren, that won't be necessary."
The dark knight is already backing out of his office. "It's all been arranged. Happy birthday, Hux."
Great. Just Great.
It was a normal day for you. You have lunch with Jace, you are both looking forward to a rare shared free time this evening. The afternoon passes slowly but, finally, you are on your last job of the day; repairs to the General's quarters.
You walk into the nicest rooms you've seen on the ship. So this is how the other half lives, you think to yourself, pretty nice. Correcting yourself, you put your chin down and head to the refresher. You don't want to get caught looking around too much. You're pretty sure the General is a private man who would not appreciate you ogling his things.
Sink, you're here to fix the sink. What is wrong with you? Turning on the tap, you find that the water only drips out in a trickle. Hmmm, to the trusty datapad. You type in your findings and in seconds a list of possible causes and solutions appear.
You set to work but in your hurry to be finished you must have missed a step. When you turn the tap on again, water jets out, soaking your top half. Once you manage to turn the water back off, you look in the mirror to see that your wet hair is clinging to your face. Goodness, you need to get this cleaned up before the General sees.
You remove your shirt and ring out the excess water before hanging it up, now wearing only a thin tank top which was wet but at least not dripping. You start drying the floor with towels, messaging laundry to make sure some replacements are brought in, then turn back to the sink.
Once you have successfully completed the repairs and everything is back in its original order, you glance at your reflection one last time. Geez, your hair is a mess. You pull an elastic from your wrist while combing it with your fingers. At least it was the end of your shift so you didn't need to put it back in the regulation bun. No one will even see you, you think as you decide to leave your hair loose and simply carry your soaked shirt.
Just as you are about to leave, the refresher door wooshes open and the General marches in. You stop dead. You have never been in the same room as the General before. He too stops, looking you up and down.
"Well, what do we have here?" He says softly. "Why are you all wet?"
"The sink, Sir..." You start to explain but the General suddenly takes a step closer to you, running his finger tip along your arm. Why is he doing that?!
"I have heard some great things about you, little one." What? He's heard of me?
He enters his quarters to find Ren's gift already waiting for him. Looking her up and down, she doesn't look that special. She's not his usual type either but he was willing to try anything at this point if it will save him from having to see a shrink. She isn't dressed like a normal prostitute, and she's far younger than he had expected, although pleasing to the eye none the less.
She has a look of confusion as he observes her. Ren must have told her to put on a show. An apparent accident with the sink had soaked the little thing. Perhaps this is part of the act. She shivers slightly as he runs his finger along her arm. Her skin is like silk.
"You poor thing, are you cold?" She nods, of course she's in need of warmth. "Well then, allow me to assist." He pulls her into his arms, his lips immediately claiming hers. She seems shocked by this, even attempting to push him away. She's making him work for it, making it a challenge. Hux never could resist a challenge, clever girl.
"Come now, don't be shy." She is a little more receptive to the second kiss, softening into him and then... he feels it. Something he hasn't felt in months. Oh yes, finally! Ren was right, she was very good. This wet woman had managed to get a response where all others had failed. Stars, she was worth every credit Ren was paying.
He had nine months of lost time to make up for and thanks to this little lady, he would. He wants to take his time, as thanks for such impeccable service. He would make sure she left here completely satisfied.
"Sir, please stop." She tries to pull away. Stop? How could she ask such a thing?
"Now, little one, there is a job to be done." He murmurs, kissing along her neck. She continues to struggle, trying to break free. "Look, if this is about your payment, I will double whatever Ren is paying. Just stop the act now." He pushes her roughly up against the wall.
"Sir, please." He was fully hard now. He needs this, needs her.
"Say it again. Say please again, little one. I want you to beg for me." He kisses along her jaw, grinding into her, she trembles under his touch.
Hux freezes when the door opens, Ren entering with a woman. Everyone stands still as the girl still weakly tries to push him off of her. Ren is the first to speak.
"Well congratulations, Hux. I see that the problem has been remedied, there was no need for Sylvia after all. Though, I don't think the maintenance girl is very pleased with the situation."
Hux takes in the situation with new eyes. The woman beside Ren was well fake. Bleached blond hair, overly large breasts, fake nails, knock-off designer dress and shoes. Looking back at the girl in his arms, the realization of what is happening, what could have happened with this young woman, hits him hard. He immediately releases her, turning his back to Ren.
"I'm going to need a moment." He moves to stand by the sofa, willing his now hard member to return to its normal state.
"We can wait outside."
The girl looks like she wishes to flee, he can't blame her. Poor thing, being forced upon by her General. Looking at her again, stars she's young. He has to say something, the silence seems to only be making her more fearful.
"I am sorry, there seems to have been a very unfortunate mix-up." She is staring timidly at the floor. "I offer you my sincerest apologies." She nods.
"May I be dismissed, Sir?" She has a lovely soft voice that caresses him like a hug. Yes, she should go.
"Of course, dismissed." She grabs her few possessions. "Girl," stars, he didn't even ask for her name. "Your discretion in this situation would be appreciated."
"Of course, Sir." She doesn't meet his eyes, hurrying out of the room.
You don't stop your fast paced walking until you're safe in your room. With the door securely locked, you fall onto your bed. What the kriff was that?! You replay it all in your mind and it is clear that the General had been expecting that other lady who had accompanied the commander.
Jace comes to check on you when you don't show up for dinner, and you make up an excuse about feeling ill. You just need to be alone right now, you had to try to process this. Other than Jace, no one has ever paid attention to you.
Your family is too poor to attract suitors and well... you always thought of yourself as quite plain. As you curl up in bed for the night, you start to see the funny side of the whole thing. General Hux was your first kiss. Then a strange thought enters your mind. Was he kissing that blond right now?
Ren and his lady friend come back into the room, Ren removing his helmet to reveal an amused smile.
"Looks like the little General is back." Hux feels himself flush. "Fear not Sylvia, your services seem to still be needed. It's a good thing we showed up when we did or the general would have had to bring himself up on sexual harassment charges."
Ren chuckles. "I'll leave you to it then."
The commander seems to be enjoying the situation far too much but the blond was here and Hux was once more fully functional. He really is in need of her attention.
He's anxious to get this over with, the time he was planning to spend pleasuring the young maintenance worker is not something he will offer this woman. She doesn't deserve the same gratitude.
"Shall we start then?" He says.
She nods, removing her clothes in what he assumes is her attempting to be seductive. Her body is fine but when he touches her his mind wanders back to the petite girl with her silky skin. How her small breasts felt rubbing against his chest as he held her close to him.
This other woman has set to work but nothing is happening. How can this be? He was hard only moments ago, yet the altered woman before him was unable to generate a response. He quickly loses patience with the whole situation.
"You need to leave." He messages Ren to retrieve her before heading to his adjoining second office. What is wrong with him? He can hear Ren and the blond talking.
"I don't understand, he was ready with that other girl but I couldn't get anything." Ren tells a trooper to take her to his rooms, then heads to Hux's office.
"Well, this is interesting." Interesting?! Hux is furious that Ren seems to find his suffering so intriguing. "I think you hurt Sylvia's feelings."
"Like I care about the whore's feelings." Hux snaps.
Ren chuckles again. "Well at least we know the problem is solvable, you just need to go find that maintenance worker. She seems to be the key, and once you have her, you'll be back to normal."
With that, Ren exits the room, undoubtedly to find comfort in the blond while Hux sits, pondering the situation. It doesn't take him long to find her data file; there aren't any other female maintenance workers.
Goodness, she's young. He's nearly double her age. How could he convince this girl to help him? He was in no need of a significant other at this time and to be honest she was way below his standards for a suitable partner. He looks at her photo again.
"(Y/n)", he tested her name on his tongue. "Until we meet again, little one."