Gamma Emission:
Cascade Effects (pt 2)
What had started out as a dinner outing quickly turned into dinner and clothes shopping when Rhea learned that I didn't have any clothes fit for clubbing.
Or at least clothes that she deemed fit for clubbing. The debate had started while desert was being served and had continued until our present location,
waiting at a street corner to the walk signal to blink our way.
"I'm still not understanding what's wrong with going clubbing in my standard outfit. I got enough appreciative looks and offers." I said,
defending what I saw as pragmatic and rational solution. The fact that none of the offers went past that stage is not the fault of the outfit.
"But you do your hero-ing in that outfit, you can't have fun at a club in it." Rhea argued as the light changed in our favor and we crossed the
street. "It would be like me going dancing in my tights. It just wouldn't work."
I had to suppress the metal vision I had of Rhea bouncing and gyrating in her skin tight green number before I could formulate an intelligent response. I knew
there was some leap of logic Rhea was making that I just wasn't getting. "I would contest that statement. Explain to me -step by step- why it
wouldn't work, cause I'm missing something." I knew I wouldn't be getting any help from Terrence on this front, he had bowed out of the
argument before the check was payed, claiming 'I don't know fashion, I just know what I like.'
Rhea pouted thoughtfully for a minute as we walked along, mildly confused at my inability to grasp the apparently obvious. Finally she responded, "The
point of going dancing is to have fun, right?"
"Right."
"And you can't have fun when your not relaxed, right?"
"Well not much."
"And we want to have lots of fun!" Rhea chirped with a smile. "Do you ever feel relaxed on a mission?"
"No, not really." I replied after a moment. There were times when I was relieved, or happy, or just plain tired, but never relaxed.
"Then how can you have fun in it?"
"Because we're not a mission now."
"But it's like you are." Rhea protested. "Ready for battle at the first signs of an ambush. It's like standing at attention for four
hours, even doing nothing can be exhausting." That did make a certain amount of sense. And there were bad nights when I wished that someone had attempted
to take over the club I was in, if only for the chance to blast someone in the face without getting in trouble for it. The idea of heading out for the night in
an outfit that I couldn't fight in without ruining wasn't something that sat easily with me.
"I don't know, but I'm willing to try it out." I conceded. Then a wicked thought blossomed from earlier "If I don't agree, will you
dance with Terrence in your green one-piece?" The sound of Terrence stumbling behind us let me know he approved of this idea as much as I did.
"Hmm, sure." Rhea said while glancing over her shoulder to make sure that Terrence was ok. There was a hint of a blush to his cheeks, and he was
trying to glare at me. But the effect was ruined by the smile he had on.
"So where are we getting these clubbing clothes?" I asked after a minute of walking in comfortable silence. All Rhea had told us was that she
'knew the perfect store'.
"I don't want to ruin the surprise, besides we are almost there." I should really learn to be afraid when Rhea smiles like that, but so far she
hasn't steered us wrong.
True to her word, it wasn't more than two blocks later when she danced ahead of us to pirouette in front of a store and announce "Ta-Da! The solution
to all of our clubbing problems." The sign above the door proclaimed it to be 'Second Skin: Leather and Lace for the discerning super'. I
couldn't do more than stare in shock as she giggled at Terrence and me, and went inside.
"I don't know if I should be impressed or scared that she knows about a place like this." I said after I found my voice again.
"Impressed that she knows about it, scared about what she will chose for us if we don't participate." Terrence answered as he guided me inside.
The inside was as fear inducing as I had first imagined. It was laid out in a straightforward fashion. Men's wear on the right, women's on the left;
public items (jackets, pants, and the like) up front, transitioning to bedroom wear in the back. "Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad." Of course
those words had barely left my mouth before Rhea came bouncing up to us with a dark green and black dress that seemed to have more straps and fasteners than it
actually needed, and less coverage than was strictly proper.
"Isn't this place the best." she said while holding the dress up to her front and looking in one of the mirrors distributed around the store.
"I'm going to go try this on!"
I actually heard Terrence's pants creak, and one look at his expression was all the confirmation I needed. I snagged Rhea's elbow before she got more
than half way to the changing rooms and whispered in her ear "If you try that on, I'm going to be left with Terrence's wallet to pay for the
dress. And you are going to be over his shoulder and in my apartment before you can say 'Do I look good in this?'." The impish smile that she wore
was not the response I was looking for, so I brought out the big guns. "And if I'm left here to pay for the clothes that are all to quickly going to
end up in my floor, I will pay for the dress, and follow you home. And when I get there I will see just how long I can keep you on edge." Her impish smile
quickly turned to a playful frown.
"Meanie." Rhea said will a small pout.
"Hey, I have no problem with a fireman's carry to orgasm-ville. But if the two of you are riding the light fantastic, I won't have anyone to help
me pick out a dress."
The impish smile was back, "So if we find you a dress or two before I try this on you'll join us without a chip on your shoulder?" I swear the
girl is part rabbit. I'd tease her about it but I'm not sure how Mr. Whiskers would take that.
"Fine." I sighed with a smile. "But first I want to see Terrence in pair of those leather pants."
Rhea perked up at that thought. "Ooh, good idea." she said, looking at Terrence as he perused the leather jackets. And after a glance at the back of
the shop added "with one of those fishnet tops."
"You and your handholds."
"Handholds are important."
-----
In the end I left the store with two bags of clothes and a new pair of boots. One bag contained one pair leather pants for Terrence, one strapless leather
dress and one black lace teddy for me, and one nice pair green bra/panties for Rhea. The boots were steel toed, black leather, and laced up to my knees,
perfect for jumping five stories or kicking someone in the jimmies. In my other hand I had a second bag of clothes, Rhea's clothes. True to her word she
had helped me convince Terrence to try on the leather pants, pick out my dress and few other things, and only then had she tried on her dress. I was trying to
convince Terrence on the benefits of silk boxers when we heard Rhea ask "Does this fit?". I turned around to see Rhea in the dress, I didn't know
how she had gotten it on without help, but I was willing to help her take it off. Unfortunately Terrence was quicker to respond and I was left holding his
wallet and watching Rhea giggle as she was carried out of the store.
For once I was happy that we had made a bit of a scene at the store, as it didn't take too much of an effort to pay for all of the clothing with
Terrence's credit card. I just hoped that they had the good sense to take the dress off before they reached the bedroom, because it would be shame to only
wear something that nice in public only once.
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Next up (I hope) is the delayed Pair Production 3. Thought the title is no longer nearly as appropriate.
ETA: added a few lines for clarity and fixed some grammatical errors that slipped by the first time.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
Cascade Effects (pt 2)
What had started out as a dinner outing quickly turned into dinner and clothes shopping when Rhea learned that I didn't have any clothes fit for clubbing.
Or at least clothes that she deemed fit for clubbing. The debate had started while desert was being served and had continued until our present location,
waiting at a street corner to the walk signal to blink our way.
"I'm still not understanding what's wrong with going clubbing in my standard outfit. I got enough appreciative looks and offers." I said,
defending what I saw as pragmatic and rational solution. The fact that none of the offers went past that stage is not the fault of the outfit.
"But you do your hero-ing in that outfit, you can't have fun at a club in it." Rhea argued as the light changed in our favor and we crossed the
street. "It would be like me going dancing in my tights. It just wouldn't work."
I had to suppress the metal vision I had of Rhea bouncing and gyrating in her skin tight green number before I could formulate an intelligent response. I knew
there was some leap of logic Rhea was making that I just wasn't getting. "I would contest that statement. Explain to me -step by step- why it
wouldn't work, cause I'm missing something." I knew I wouldn't be getting any help from Terrence on this front, he had bowed out of the
argument before the check was payed, claiming 'I don't know fashion, I just know what I like.'
Rhea pouted thoughtfully for a minute as we walked along, mildly confused at my inability to grasp the apparently obvious. Finally she responded, "The
point of going dancing is to have fun, right?"
"Right."
"And you can't have fun when your not relaxed, right?"
"Well not much."
"And we want to have lots of fun!" Rhea chirped with a smile. "Do you ever feel relaxed on a mission?"
"No, not really." I replied after a moment. There were times when I was relieved, or happy, or just plain tired, but never relaxed.
"Then how can you have fun in it?"
"Because we're not a mission now."
"But it's like you are." Rhea protested. "Ready for battle at the first signs of an ambush. It's like standing at attention for four
hours, even doing nothing can be exhausting." That did make a certain amount of sense. And there were bad nights when I wished that someone had attempted
to take over the club I was in, if only for the chance to blast someone in the face without getting in trouble for it. The idea of heading out for the night in
an outfit that I couldn't fight in without ruining wasn't something that sat easily with me.
"I don't know, but I'm willing to try it out." I conceded. Then a wicked thought blossomed from earlier "If I don't agree, will you
dance with Terrence in your green one-piece?" The sound of Terrence stumbling behind us let me know he approved of this idea as much as I did.
"Hmm, sure." Rhea said while glancing over her shoulder to make sure that Terrence was ok. There was a hint of a blush to his cheeks, and he was
trying to glare at me. But the effect was ruined by the smile he had on.
"So where are we getting these clubbing clothes?" I asked after a minute of walking in comfortable silence. All Rhea had told us was that she
'knew the perfect store'.
"I don't want to ruin the surprise, besides we are almost there." I should really learn to be afraid when Rhea smiles like that, but so far she
hasn't steered us wrong.
True to her word, it wasn't more than two blocks later when she danced ahead of us to pirouette in front of a store and announce "Ta-Da! The solution
to all of our clubbing problems." The sign above the door proclaimed it to be 'Second Skin: Leather and Lace for the discerning super'. I
couldn't do more than stare in shock as she giggled at Terrence and me, and went inside.
"I don't know if I should be impressed or scared that she knows about a place like this." I said after I found my voice again.
"Impressed that she knows about it, scared about what she will chose for us if we don't participate." Terrence answered as he guided me inside.
The inside was as fear inducing as I had first imagined. It was laid out in a straightforward fashion. Men's wear on the right, women's on the left;
public items (jackets, pants, and the like) up front, transitioning to bedroom wear in the back. "Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad." Of course
those words had barely left my mouth before Rhea came bouncing up to us with a dark green and black dress that seemed to have more straps and fasteners than it
actually needed, and less coverage than was strictly proper.
"Isn't this place the best." she said while holding the dress up to her front and looking in one of the mirrors distributed around the store.
"I'm going to go try this on!"
I actually heard Terrence's pants creak, and one look at his expression was all the confirmation I needed. I snagged Rhea's elbow before she got more
than half way to the changing rooms and whispered in her ear "If you try that on, I'm going to be left with Terrence's wallet to pay for the
dress. And you are going to be over his shoulder and in my apartment before you can say 'Do I look good in this?'." The impish smile that she wore
was not the response I was looking for, so I brought out the big guns. "And if I'm left here to pay for the clothes that are all to quickly going to
end up in my floor, I will pay for the dress, and follow you home. And when I get there I will see just how long I can keep you on edge." Her impish smile
quickly turned to a playful frown.
"Meanie." Rhea said will a small pout.
"Hey, I have no problem with a fireman's carry to orgasm-ville. But if the two of you are riding the light fantastic, I won't have anyone to help
me pick out a dress."
The impish smile was back, "So if we find you a dress or two before I try this on you'll join us without a chip on your shoulder?" I swear the
girl is part rabbit. I'd tease her about it but I'm not sure how Mr. Whiskers would take that.
"Fine." I sighed with a smile. "But first I want to see Terrence in pair of those leather pants."
Rhea perked up at that thought. "Ooh, good idea." she said, looking at Terrence as he perused the leather jackets. And after a glance at the back of
the shop added "with one of those fishnet tops."
"You and your handholds."
"Handholds are important."
-----
In the end I left the store with two bags of clothes and a new pair of boots. One bag contained one pair leather pants for Terrence, one strapless leather
dress and one black lace teddy for me, and one nice pair green bra/panties for Rhea. The boots were steel toed, black leather, and laced up to my knees,
perfect for jumping five stories or kicking someone in the jimmies. In my other hand I had a second bag of clothes, Rhea's clothes. True to her word she
had helped me convince Terrence to try on the leather pants, pick out my dress and few other things, and only then had she tried on her dress. I was trying to
convince Terrence on the benefits of silk boxers when we heard Rhea ask "Does this fit?". I turned around to see Rhea in the dress, I didn't know
how she had gotten it on without help, but I was willing to help her take it off. Unfortunately Terrence was quicker to respond and I was left holding his
wallet and watching Rhea giggle as she was carried out of the store.
For once I was happy that we had made a bit of a scene at the store, as it didn't take too much of an effort to pay for all of the clothing with
Terrence's credit card. I just hoped that they had the good sense to take the dress off before they reached the bedroom, because it would be shame to only
wear something that nice in public only once.
----------
Next up (I hope) is the delayed Pair Production 3. Thought the title is no longer nearly as appropriate.
ETA: added a few lines for clarity and fixed some grammatical errors that slipped by the first time.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy