Author note: This is one of my first multi-chapter stories I wrote, but it was never posted here because it was a little too 'adult'. Recently I have been trying to PG-13 down my earlier stories such as Encounter on Myrkr and Master. I thought I would try it with this story. I have been working on it for a while but I am a huge procrastinator and I usually can only be motivated by having the pressure of knowing I need to update a story. As I said, this was one of my earliest stories and I am not changing it too much so may seem a little rougher than my later stories such as Sacrifices. ~JL~ _______________________________________________ THE AUCTION CHAPTER ONE "I have no idea how you talked me into this Leia," Luke complained as he nervously straightened his Jedi robes and utility belt while standing in one of the many backstage dressing rooms of the old Imperial Theater. "Luke, I am the head chairperson of the charity auction," Leia explained to her brother for the third time in the past week. "How would it look if I couldn't get my own brother to participate in the Charity Bachelor Slave Auction?" Luke sighed deeply and dropped his head in defeat. "I know Leia, it's just… well... Lando volunteered to do this a couple years ago and he told me what happened." Leia cocked her head to the side and gave her brother a quizzical look. "He was bought by the elderly Quiaza sisters, what could they have possibly made him do?" "He said their hands were EVERYWHERE," Luke whispered. Leia could not help but burst out laughing. The thought of the womanizing Lando spending the weekend fighting off the advances of two elderly Twi'lek women seemed like justice served. "It is not funny," Luke said defensively, "I have a reputation to uphold. I am a Jedi Master, for Sithsake. I can’t be seen getting pawed over by any floozy who can come up with the highest bid." Leia put her arm around Luke's shoulder and gave him a reassuring hug. "Luke you know the rules of the Auction. The buyer can’t make their slave do anything that the slave finds immoral or dangerous, and the slave can’t be put in a situation that he deems publicly embarrassing. If the bidder does anything inappropriate you just call everything off and go home." "I guess so," Luke said softly, but the expression on his face left no doubt as his distaste with the situation. There was a soft knock at the door. "Master Skywalker, you're on next," a disembodied voice said through the door. "Thank you, I'll be right out." Luke turned gave his sister a forced smile. "Wish me luck," he said before he walked out to the theater stage where the auction was taking place. "Okay Ladies...," the auctioneer looked up and noticed a very ostentatiously dressed middle-aged gentleman with tight fitting black outfit and silver cape had entered the bidding area, "and gentleman." He corrected himself. "We have saved the best for last. I would like to introduce our last bachelor for bid tonight…Luke Skywalker." Everybody in the audience clapped and cheered when Luke walked out to the spotlight. "In case any of you have been living in the unknown regions for the last fifteen years, let me tell you a little about our current bachelor. He is the man who destroyed the first Death Star. He faced down the Emperor and Darth Vader and lived to talk about it. He is a Jedi Master who single handedly rebuilt the Jedi Order. And Ladies he is single and unattached! Do I see a starting bid for 1000 credits?" The auctioneer looked up at the large display monitor above the stage. The bidding system was what they called a silent auction. Buyers bid by punching in monetary amounts on their datapads which linked to the auction’s computer. As the bids increased the monitor displayed the bidder's identity number and amount bid. All that could be heard in the audience was the occasional moan as a person was outbid or gasps as the amount jumped dramatically. Luke looked up at his monitor and noticed that the starting bid was quickly made and surpassed. Currently the bidding was up to 3570 credits. Luke peered out into the audience to see if he could sense who was bidding on him. He felt through the Force a number of women bidding furiously. He felt a spike of elation from the lone man. Luke groaned inwardly, 'That is all I need is to have a male 'admirer' purchase me. That would be great fodder for the holovid tabloids.' He noticed the man became dejected and looked around angrily when the price rose to over 5000 credits. Luke reached out to the audience trying to determine the highest bidder but he came up blank. That caused him some confusion, but he figured with hundreds of women in a room feeling very similar emotions, it would be hard to pin point the high bidder. There was a gasp as the price shot up to 8000 credits. Luke noticed that the flamboyantly dressed man had a smug look on his face. "We have an unheard of bid for 8000 credits," the auctioneer was almost giddy, "I don't think we are going to beat that bid. 8000 credits, going once going twice…" There was another much louder gasp from the audience. Luke looked up and was astonished to see a bid for 10,269 credits. There were many dejected faces in the audience. All knew that bid would not be topped and it wasn't. "Sold!" the auctioneer rang out, "to bidder number forty-one. You can pick up your Jedi Master in conference room seven in approximately ten standard minutes." Luke scanned the room, but with the lights shinning in his eyes and all the swirling emotions in the room, he couldn't tell the identity of bidder number forty-one. He only hoped that the Quiaza sisters didn’t win him… or worse. . . . Luke paced nervously in the small conference room. He dreaded seeing the person he would have to spend most of his weekend socializing with. The last thing he wanted was to spend time with a lecherous Jedi groupie. Luke spun around at the sound of the door opening. Immediately his feeling of trepidation was replaced with elation. "Mara," he gasped. "None other, Farmboy," Mara said as she slowly moved toward him. "Are you bidder number forty-one?" "Right again, Jedi," she said with a smirk. Luke let his gaze follow the beautiful trader. Mara was wearing one of her usual skintight body suits. The only thing breaking the seductive flow of her curves was a dark leather belt on which hung her lightsaber and blaster. Luke tore his gaze away from her body and finally noticed the almost predatory grin on Mara's face. Luke's bright smile of relief quickly faded as he realized his friend may have bought him for some more nefarious reason. Mara sauntered over to Luke seductively, her grin spreading and her eyes dancing with mischief. "Ummm…" Luke said nervously, "10,000 credits is a lot of money, where did you get that kind of currency Mara?" Mara walked right up to Luke until she was only about a hand's length from him. Luke unconsciously stepped back from her until his back hit the wall. Mara chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow. "It was 10,269 credits to be exact," Mara corrected him, "and it doesn't matter where I got the credits. All you need to know is that I intend on getting my money's worth." Luke did not like the sound of that. Right about now he was thinking that he might have been better off being won the Quiaza sisters. Mara was his friend, but he wouldn't put it past her to make his life miserable for the next two days. "Now Mara," Luke whispered to the woman standing much too close to him, "you can't do anything that would cause me public embarrassment." Mara stepped closer until she was almost touching him. "Oh, Jedi, what I have planned for you wont be done in public." She pressed something into Luke's hand. Luke looked down confused and realized she had given him a passkey. "That is the entry key to my apartment," Mara whispered seductively, "I want…" she paused for a moment, " no, I need you to do something that no man has ever done for me before, Luke." The sound of Mara saying his given name sparked a sudden surge of desire in the Jedi. He looked down into his friend's captivating green eyes. In the last few weeks he had felt there was something developing between him and Mara, but he was not sure and he didn't want to endanger their friendship by broaching the subject. But here was Mara Jade, spending a small fortune for a weekend of his company, and practically rubbing against him. Could Mara have decided to make the first move and bring their friendship to the next level? Luke cleared his throat. "What is it you want me to do for you?" he asked nervously. Mara closed the remaining distance between them until they were pressed against each other. Luke gasped and then flushed with embarrassment as he realized he was getting visibly aroused by the proximately of this beautiful woman and the prospect of what she was asking. Mara slowly rose up on her toes until her mouth came next to Luke's right ear. He could hear her soft breathing, her warm breath on his skin and it took every ounce of Jedi control not to grab this beautiful temptress and show her the true power of the Force. "Clean my apartment." Mara whispered seductively into Luke's ear. Luke was not sure if he heard her right. "What?" he asked confused. Mara stepped back and laughed. "Clean my apartment. That is what I want my slave to do," she chuckled again at Luke's obvious embarrassment. "Stang Luke, you should see the look on your face." Mara grinned as she playfully slapped Luke's shoulder. "Force, did you really think I woke up this morning and thought, Hey, I think I really want to polish Luke's lightsaber today." Luke's stood still, speechless, both from the shock of her words and the very tight pressure in his trousers. She continued to laugh at Luke's expense until she looked down below Luke’s beltline. Mara's eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open in shock. Luke could feel surprise and embarrassment emanating from her through the Force before she reinforced her already impressive shields. "Umm…" Mara turned toward the door flustered, "just make sure you do a good job Skywalker. I have a dinner date tonight." Mara said quickly before she uncharacteristically rushed from the room and from the whole awkward scene. . . . Mara closed the door to the conference room and moved down the hallway into the emergency stairwell. It wasn’t until she was in relative privacy that she leaned against the wall and let out a deep sigh. She hated to admit it but this little joke didn't seem as funny now as when she came up with it. She figured Luke would run from her in embarrassment, but she never expected for him to get obviously aroused! Not that she was upset with what happened. She was always attracted to the shy farmboy, she just never thought her feelings would be reciprocated by the staid Jedi Master. She ran through a Jedi meditative routine Luke had once taught her to calm her beating heart. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do now. She remembered traveling to Yavin IV to train with Luke. She had secretly hoped that the relationship between her and Jedi Master could go to the next level, but he treated her like every other student. She eventually departed in disappointment…but now she wondered if she left too quickly. It was obvious that Luke had some interest in her. It’s true she was teasing him seductively, but she got a whole different reaction from him than expected. For the first time ever she wondered if a relationship could be possible between the two. Maybe tonight when he was in her apartment she could test that theory. 'I guess it is a good thing that Luke is my dinner date tonight', she thought. She intended to have the meal as a surprise. It would be dinner as friends…but maybe now it could be more. Mara walked down the stairs to the theater lobby. She was about to leave the building to start work on her new plans when Leia stopped her. "Mara," Leia called, "I just want to thank you for your generous donation to the charity." "It is nothing Leia. Talon wanted to give you a large donation from his organization. So he gave me 10,000 credits to bid as wanted tonight," Mara paused, looking slightly embarrassed, "The 269 credits were mine," she admitted reluctantly. "So why did you put it all on Luke?" Leia asked out of curiosity. "During our last lightsaber training session he told me how worried he was about the auction and being bought by a lusting Jedi lover," Mara answered. "I figured I might as well save his rear end, again." "You are good at that, I just hope you are not planning on doing anything mean to my brother." Leia looked at the ex-imperial semi-suspiciously but with mirth in her voice. Mara laughed. "No Leia, in fact, I told him his job was to clean my apartment." Leia broke out in laughter. "Oh, the poor boy. And to think he was worried about fighting off some woman all weekend. Is that all you have planned for him?" Mara blushed noticeably. "No, I do have a nice dinner to be delivered to my apartment tonight for us," Mara hesitated, and smiled shyly, "and if the Jedi is a good boy I might just throw in some lightsaber practice in later on." Leia smiled. "I know my brother would like that immensely. He genuinely enjoys being around you." Mara looked down at her feet nervously as she remembered Luke's shocked reaction. "Yeah, I noticed that today." "Really?" Leia seemed genuinely confused. "Don’t worry Leia,” Mara reassured her. “I don’t think I’m going to do anything Luke would disapprove of.” Mara then laughed enigmatically leaving behind a very confused Chief of State.