Ok everyone, I have come to the conclusion that the ideas that cause my muse to sit up and say "huh?" are the best ones.
Tales of the Legendary
[A Hero Sandwich Production]
Smouldering Decay: Staking a Claim (pt 6.1)
Sartre was right, or at least he had the general idea nailed down. Hell is *dating* other people.
I mean, it had seemed like a good idea in my head. Superball had shown some interest in me, he was the one that posted my little performance for Terrence on the Legendary internal server. His spandex outfit showed off a nicely toned body. And according to his file (or at least the parts I had access to) he was immune to radiation. Good first candidate right? Yeah, sure, he acted like doofus while on missions, but I wasn't going to hold that against him. A crash corse in spycraft back home drilled into my head that what you see is rarely what you get. And anyone who had been fighting crime as long as he had couldn't be as unstable as he presented himself, at least not without having something noted in their files. I hoped.
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I had camped out in the legendary base, leaning against one of the walls near the teleporter room. I was leafing through one of the more recent magical trade pubs, but not really paying much attention to the article on long term magical exposure effects on small pets. My attention was more focused on the traffic going in and out of the teleporters. According to the base computers Superball had spent most of the day doing missions of one sort or another in Steel Canyon and Talos Island, I was content to wait. Even if I did get a strange look or two from some of the Legendary. I guess my presence was a bit out of the ordinary, I normally restricted my loitering to the Riot Force base.
Fortunately, I was saved from actually learning what happened to hamsters who spend their lives in magical houses by the arrival of my soon-to-be date. I followed Superball as he made his way to the salvage racks and began to poke through them. After a quick look around to make sure we didn't have an audience I put a smile on my face and got his attention "Hey Superball."
He stopped rummaging through the racks and glanced over his shoulder at me. Once he saw who had called out his name he turned fully around. "Yeeees?" he answered, his voice inflected strangely.
I got the feeling he was quoting a famous movie I hadn't seen, or at least I movie he considered famous. On that note, a movie I would probably never see. I dragged my mental processes back on track. "Do you have any plans for later tonight?" I asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." He said, and then after a brief pause added "I know you must be shocked that such a monumental figure as myself could possibly have a quite night free from excitement, but it is the sad truth." complete with overly dramatic gestures.
"Would you like some?" I said, unable to keep the smirk from my lips.
"Some...?" He prompted.
"Plans. Excitement." I elaborated. "I was thinking about dinner and drinks, my treat."
I saw a smile form underneath his mask. "Whee! A date! Can I wear the dress?"
"No." I resisted the urge to grab him by the ear and shake until he dropped the goofball attitude.
"Your dress?"
I suppressed the mental image of him in my miniskirt before firing back "Can I wear your costume?"
That actually got him to stop for a second as he cocked his head to make sure he had heard me correctly. "No, you wouldn't want to wear this old thing" he said, then after a brief pause added "Besides, it wouldn't do justice to your feminine figure". The later was accompanied by a look that traversed from my boots to my goggles, taking care not to miss a spot in between.
I didn't get angry about the rather blatant look, it just showed that there was interest. And interest was exactly what I was hoping for. "Well if your staying in your suit, I guess I'll have to stay in my mine." I said will a small pout as I sashed over the teleporter. As I leaned over to pick skyway out of the list I made sure to keep my legs straight and bend at the waist more that strictly needed. A glance over my shoulder confirmed that I still had his full attention "Remember, Seven o'clock at the Tide House."
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I'm sure this is karma for how I treated Gamma, because I have no idea what is going on or how the conversation even diverged onto the topic of using small woodland animals as offensive weaponry.
"Most people underestimate the effectiveness of live squirrels in hand to hand combat. I have yet to meet a man that won't stop focusing on me after I stuff a squirrel into his pants. And then of course the jokes about nuts just make themselves." Superball said.
I couldn't quite think of how to respond to that statement, a feeling I was becoming increasingly familiar with as the night wore on. So instead I killed the last of the beer in my glass and said "Hold that thought, I need a refill. You good?"
Superball just held up his mostly-full glass and nodded.
As I made my way up to the bar for another beer I wondered what it would take for me to get under that spandex, both literally and figuratively. He had shown up in his spandex suit. Which made my grateful I had chosen this bar & grill, it wasn't uncommon in the least for a hero to show up in their full getup here. And his act never let up. Not during dinner, which I never actually saw him eat, even if it disappeared of his plate. And not after dinner, where he drank beer through his mask. It was a constant stream of jokes and humorous content that did a very good job of keeping me off my mental balance.
I acquired another beer from the bartender and made my way back to our booth. Trying and failing to come up with a discrete way to suggest my plans for later this evening. I had already used some of my best double entendres, which had been happily ignored. Every time I tried to hint at what I hoped to do later tonight with him, he would take the literal meaning and run with it. I -think- that's how we ended up discussing small furry animals and combat, but I can't be sure. Well there was a reason I preferred direct frontal assaults, I never did too well in the spycraft courses back home. If discrete was out, I guess I'd have to go with blatant.
I set my beer on the table, and instead of sitting down on my side of the booth, sat down in Superball's lap. The limited space between the bench and table meant that my rather generous assets were pressed firmly into his chest. But I was fine with the tight fit, it made it all that easier to whisper into his ear "I'm certain we could compare combat strategies all night long. But I have much better idea about what to do with our time. What do you say we head back to my apartment?" I made sure to punctuate my last statement with a wiggle of my hips.
Superball hadn't moved a muscle since I took my seat. "Aww, don't tell me you have nothing to say. I'm sure I can get all sorts of interesting sounds out of you lat-" I stopped whispering huskily into his ear mid-word as I felt something cold and wet run down my back. It was quickly absorbed by my dress and began to wick along my panties, making them wet in all the wrong ways.
I snarled a curse as I quickly vacated his lap. A glance at the table confirmed it, my frontal assault had incurred some collateral damage. Superball had spilled his beer, and most of it seemed to have gone down my back.
Of course once I left my perch he was up and apologizing. I was too angry about what had just happened to pay all that much attention to what he was saying. But I got the general gist that he was going to fetch something to help before he disappeared.
I spent another thirty seconds ineffectively blotting at my dress with napkins before I realized what just happened. He hadn't left in the direction of the bathrooms, and he wasn't at the bar asking for a, hopefully clean, rag. The wet napkins in my now clenched fist started to smoke as one of the bouncers walked up.
"Well that was certainly a fast exit." Jonas said by way of greeting. I shot him an annoyed look and said nothing.
"Lisa, I'm not going to have to use this am I?" He said, holding up a small fire extinguisher and looking pointedly at the napkins in my fist.
"No" I sighed as I deflated and dropped the now crispy napkins to the floor. Regardless of Jonas standing there with the fire extinguisher, I was tempted to flash-dry my clothing. But I restrained myself. The panties and dress where some of my nicer, and less flame resistant, clothes; that and the sticky mess that dried beer would make.
"Is it alright if I just head home?" I asked, knowing that the tab I had run up tonight was a little beyond the normal amount.
"Yah yah, go get yourself cleaned up. I'll smooth things over." Jonas said after a few seconds.
I smiled at him gratefully and made my way to the door. I distracted myself from the feeling of cold beer between my legs with thoughts of what I would do to Superball when I saw him next.
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Yeah, the spilled beer was an -accident-. Suuure. (At least as far as Decay knows, it was)
I leave it up to your imagination if Superball will enjoy the things she has planned. Because part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room with her until she can get a solid answer out of him, and part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room and then letting the imps loose.
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
Tales of the Legendary
[A Hero Sandwich Production]
Smouldering Decay: Staking a Claim (pt 6.1)
Sartre was right, or at least he had the general idea nailed down. Hell is *dating* other people.
I mean, it had seemed like a good idea in my head. Superball had shown some interest in me, he was the one that posted my little performance for Terrence on the Legendary internal server. His spandex outfit showed off a nicely toned body. And according to his file (or at least the parts I had access to) he was immune to radiation. Good first candidate right? Yeah, sure, he acted like doofus while on missions, but I wasn't going to hold that against him. A crash corse in spycraft back home drilled into my head that what you see is rarely what you get. And anyone who had been fighting crime as long as he had couldn't be as unstable as he presented himself, at least not without having something noted in their files. I hoped.
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I had camped out in the legendary base, leaning against one of the walls near the teleporter room. I was leafing through one of the more recent magical trade pubs, but not really paying much attention to the article on long term magical exposure effects on small pets. My attention was more focused on the traffic going in and out of the teleporters. According to the base computers Superball had spent most of the day doing missions of one sort or another in Steel Canyon and Talos Island, I was content to wait. Even if I did get a strange look or two from some of the Legendary. I guess my presence was a bit out of the ordinary, I normally restricted my loitering to the Riot Force base.
Fortunately, I was saved from actually learning what happened to hamsters who spend their lives in magical houses by the arrival of my soon-to-be date. I followed Superball as he made his way to the salvage racks and began to poke through them. After a quick look around to make sure we didn't have an audience I put a smile on my face and got his attention "Hey Superball."
He stopped rummaging through the racks and glanced over his shoulder at me. Once he saw who had called out his name he turned fully around. "Yeeees?" he answered, his voice inflected strangely.
I got the feeling he was quoting a famous movie I hadn't seen, or at least I movie he considered famous. On that note, a movie I would probably never see. I dragged my mental processes back on track. "Do you have any plans for later tonight?" I asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." He said, and then after a brief pause added "I know you must be shocked that such a monumental figure as myself could possibly have a quite night free from excitement, but it is the sad truth." complete with overly dramatic gestures.
"Would you like some?" I said, unable to keep the smirk from my lips.
"Some...?" He prompted.
"Plans. Excitement." I elaborated. "I was thinking about dinner and drinks, my treat."
I saw a smile form underneath his mask. "Whee! A date! Can I wear the dress?"
"No." I resisted the urge to grab him by the ear and shake until he dropped the goofball attitude.
"Your dress?"
I suppressed the mental image of him in my miniskirt before firing back "Can I wear your costume?"
That actually got him to stop for a second as he cocked his head to make sure he had heard me correctly. "No, you wouldn't want to wear this old thing" he said, then after a brief pause added "Besides, it wouldn't do justice to your feminine figure". The later was accompanied by a look that traversed from my boots to my goggles, taking care not to miss a spot in between.
I didn't get angry about the rather blatant look, it just showed that there was interest. And interest was exactly what I was hoping for. "Well if your staying in your suit, I guess I'll have to stay in my mine." I said will a small pout as I sashed over the teleporter. As I leaned over to pick skyway out of the list I made sure to keep my legs straight and bend at the waist more that strictly needed. A glance over my shoulder confirmed that I still had his full attention "Remember, Seven o'clock at the Tide House."
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I'm sure this is karma for how I treated Gamma, because I have no idea what is going on or how the conversation even diverged onto the topic of using small woodland animals as offensive weaponry.
"Most people underestimate the effectiveness of live squirrels in hand to hand combat. I have yet to meet a man that won't stop focusing on me after I stuff a squirrel into his pants. And then of course the jokes about nuts just make themselves." Superball said.
I couldn't quite think of how to respond to that statement, a feeling I was becoming increasingly familiar with as the night wore on. So instead I killed the last of the beer in my glass and said "Hold that thought, I need a refill. You good?"
Superball just held up his mostly-full glass and nodded.
As I made my way up to the bar for another beer I wondered what it would take for me to get under that spandex, both literally and figuratively. He had shown up in his spandex suit. Which made my grateful I had chosen this bar & grill, it wasn't uncommon in the least for a hero to show up in their full getup here. And his act never let up. Not during dinner, which I never actually saw him eat, even if it disappeared of his plate. And not after dinner, where he drank beer through his mask. It was a constant stream of jokes and humorous content that did a very good job of keeping me off my mental balance.
I acquired another beer from the bartender and made my way back to our booth. Trying and failing to come up with a discrete way to suggest my plans for later this evening. I had already used some of my best double entendres, which had been happily ignored. Every time I tried to hint at what I hoped to do later tonight with him, he would take the literal meaning and run with it. I -think- that's how we ended up discussing small furry animals and combat, but I can't be sure. Well there was a reason I preferred direct frontal assaults, I never did too well in the spycraft courses back home. If discrete was out, I guess I'd have to go with blatant.
I set my beer on the table, and instead of sitting down on my side of the booth, sat down in Superball's lap. The limited space between the bench and table meant that my rather generous assets were pressed firmly into his chest. But I was fine with the tight fit, it made it all that easier to whisper into his ear "I'm certain we could compare combat strategies all night long. But I have much better idea about what to do with our time. What do you say we head back to my apartment?" I made sure to punctuate my last statement with a wiggle of my hips.
Superball hadn't moved a muscle since I took my seat. "Aww, don't tell me you have nothing to say. I'm sure I can get all sorts of interesting sounds out of you lat-" I stopped whispering huskily into his ear mid-word as I felt something cold and wet run down my back. It was quickly absorbed by my dress and began to wick along my panties, making them wet in all the wrong ways.
I snarled a curse as I quickly vacated his lap. A glance at the table confirmed it, my frontal assault had incurred some collateral damage. Superball had spilled his beer, and most of it seemed to have gone down my back.
Of course once I left my perch he was up and apologizing. I was too angry about what had just happened to pay all that much attention to what he was saying. But I got the general gist that he was going to fetch something to help before he disappeared.
I spent another thirty seconds ineffectively blotting at my dress with napkins before I realized what just happened. He hadn't left in the direction of the bathrooms, and he wasn't at the bar asking for a, hopefully clean, rag. The wet napkins in my now clenched fist started to smoke as one of the bouncers walked up.
"Well that was certainly a fast exit." Jonas said by way of greeting. I shot him an annoyed look and said nothing.
"Lisa, I'm not going to have to use this am I?" He said, holding up a small fire extinguisher and looking pointedly at the napkins in my fist.
"No" I sighed as I deflated and dropped the now crispy napkins to the floor. Regardless of Jonas standing there with the fire extinguisher, I was tempted to flash-dry my clothing. But I restrained myself. The panties and dress where some of my nicer, and less flame resistant, clothes; that and the sticky mess that dried beer would make.
"Is it alright if I just head home?" I asked, knowing that the tab I had run up tonight was a little beyond the normal amount.
"Yah yah, go get yourself cleaned up. I'll smooth things over." Jonas said after a few seconds.
I smiled at him gratefully and made my way to the door. I distracted myself from the feeling of cold beer between my legs with thoughts of what I would do to Superball when I saw him next.
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Yeah, the spilled beer was an -accident-. Suuure. (At least as far as Decay knows, it was)
I leave it up to your imagination if Superball will enjoy the things she has planned. Because part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room with her until she can get a solid answer out of him, and part of her is scheming ways of trapping him in a room and then letting the imps loose.
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy