Street Fighter: Mad Gear Entertainment
Added 2019-09-16 18:33:35 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Helloooooooooo tentacles! It's been a while, but we're edited and ready to go, and I think you guys are gonna really enjoy it! My first ever Street Fighter story!
Not a ton to discuss about the story itself, but I suppose I'll use this opportunity to give a quick update on my own self -- tomorrow I'm heading to a concert (Flogging Molly and Social Distortion!) and will then immediately settle into my new schedule with more days to work on stories. I've also been experimenting with storyboarding to get more wordcount out of a day's writing, so hopefully things will all start coming out way faster pretty much right away. So keep your eye out for this page to start picking up.
Next up is an Overwatch commission from a patron, and then we're on to a next chapter of Dungeons and Dickgirls... and seeing what happens with that mimic fight!
[fu/fu/F] [tags at the end]
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The plan was supposed to be simple. Criminal activity had been reported in the south side of Metro City by her superiors, and it was up to her to get to the bottom of it. The reports, however, had never said anything about an illegal underground wrestling ring that dirty money was getting funneled through.
Cammy White squirmed slightly, trying not to pick at the back of her outfit -- the mottled green spandex of her leotard was notorious for riding up between the firm globes of her butt, and now was no exception. Still, keeping her legs free to maneuver was the most important thing, especially in such a dangerous place as she was in now. Pounding bass and the crunchy shrieks of electric guitars filled the dark auditorium as Cammy stalked cautiously through, pushing past bleachers full of crowds cheering for the fight taking place. The wrestling itself looked brutal and decidedly... unscripted, even if the participants did do their best to weave a crude narrative throughout breaking each other’s bones. Considering some of the fights Cammy’d been a part of, though, she found it difficult to judge them on the grounds of being too dramatic.
“Aaaaand back on stage for the first time in two years--” a female voice rang out over the loudspeakers, playfully husky and dripping with ambition, “You love him, you love to hate him, he’s the biggest, meanest motherfucker to ever grace the ring of the MGE... give it up for Huuuuugoooooo!”
A mountain of a man with shaggy hair and a pink unitard walked down the gangway to the ring, with his manager behind him, the very same woman who’d announced him. A woman Cammy recognized, if only peripherally, from going over old case files and dossiers on the Mad Gear Gang. A pink-haired woman known to Cammy only as Poison. She ushered Hugo onto the stage, gave him one last send-off, and retreated back the way she’d came -- giving Cammy her first hard target so far. There was no way a high-profile criminal like Poison didn’t have a strong position in an illegal outfit like this, and she’d be a great place to start getting some real answers about who ran this thing.
Her hands tightening into fists, Cammy began to hustle through the crowds, paying no mind as the monstrous wrestler Hugo turned his opponent into a living, breathing pretzel made of bones and screaming. She had to get to the back... and if she was smart, she’d finish her business here before the match ended.
A subtle roll beneath the railings and a quick nerve pinch to one of the security guards got Cammy through to the gangway Poison had made her way through -- and with the crowds distracted by what was happening onstage, she managed to duck through unnoticed. Inside was what appeared to be a dressing room, with mirrors, lockers, wardrobes, water bottles, and other tools of the trade to prep someone for their appearance onstage. Bright bulbs illuminated the front of the area, but what lay beyond was shrouded in darkness, only an illuminated green “exit” sign indicating a door out. And, with her high-heeled feet propped up onto the make-up counter, chewing gum and filing her nails, was the pink-haired woman in the black hat.
Seeing her up close, Poison was more beautiful than her mugshots initially suggested -- her cut-off white crop top clinging tightly to impressive breasts, tight-fitting denim shorts accentuating her hips and outlining the firm, lean muscle of her stomach. Handcuffs dangled from one wrist, and a single black nylon stocking covered one of her long, full legs. The woman looked to Cammy, a small smirk touching her lips as she blew a huge pink bubble with the gum she was chewing. “And here I expected someone sooner,” Poison purred.
“No games, Poison,” Cammy said firmly, inhaling through her nostrils and shifting sideways into a more aggressive posture. One hand still clenched, her other quickly flashed a badge. “Cammy White, SIS. I’ve been tracking down this operation for weeks. Tell me who you’re working for.”
“Working for?” Poison slipped two fingers into her mouth, withdrawing the gum and fusing it casually with the bottom of the counter, swiveling in her seat to face Cammy more fully. “What makes you think I’m not the one in charge here?” Her voice was calm, in control. A bad sign when tracking down a criminal -- a sign of someone with a plan.
“I’ve read your dossier. You don’t work alone... and never on projects this big. You have an employer -- tell me their name now and I might be able to get you a shorter sentence in the Metro City prison,” Cammy kept her breathing even, but something felt wrong. This whole thing felt... it was hard to put her finger on it. Detective’s hunch.
“Sorry, no employers here,” Poison cooed, spreading her legs a little and fingering the riding crop tucked into her belt. “Will a partner do?”
Cammy’s eyes snapped up. In the impenetrable pall past Poison’s playful perch, a purple pupil peered, illuminated by its own internal foulness, a single light in the dark. The silhouette that soon followed was no surprise to the Delta Red agent -- only one woman had an eye like that. Loose white fighting pants and a violet, spider-motifed dudou top clad the slim, pale figure of Juri Han, sable hair pulled into horns at the sides of her head, and that one glowing eye still leering lustfully at Cammy.
“Juri,” Cammy hissed.
“Miss me?” the woman in the shadows purred. “You must, to have come this far -- dug this deep. But now that you’ve found our little... operation, what do you plan to do about it?” Juri stalked forward a few steps, into the light now and strafing around Cammy to flank her, pitting the british agent between herself and Poison. That this also awarded her a glimpse at Cammy’s full, milky buttcheeks, clad only in the strand of camouflage floss between them, was only a bonus... or was it?
“What’s the point of all this? A wrestling ring? Working with Poison of all people? I thought you were at least a more refined flavor of evil,” Cammy narrowed her eyes, gaze flicking back and forth between both women.
Despite the target of the questioning, though, it was Poison who answered. “With do-gooders like you on the streets, a girl has to make a living in Metro City. Goes for both super-powered martial artists, and ladies with more... grounded ambitions.” She grinned widely. “Like me.”
“So Mad Gear Entertainment was born,” Juri added. “Poison keeps the books and I... well, I deal with insects like you.” The woman took a step closer, and Cammy tensed, fingers curling more tightly as both hands now balled into fists.
“And how do you expect to do that?” Cammy glared, shifting her stance sideways so that she could better side-eye Juri.
“Well, there are a few ways I could think of,” Poison chuckled, twirling her riding crop around in slow circles between her fingers. “We could fight, of course... but frankly I don’t care for your odds against both of us.”
“Or...” Juri grinned.
Poison continued, “Or, we find a more amiable way to settle things, and everyone has a good time...” the pink-haired beauty hooked her heels into the lower rungs of her stool, using her free hand to slowly draw down the zipper of her already-unbuttoned jean shorts. Cammy blinked, blue eyes widening as she watched what unfurled from the tight denim confines of Poison’s daisy dukes. Long, thick, and already almost completely hard, the woman’s impressive cock looked like it was desperate just to escape its confinement, wobbling pendulously from side to side between Poison’s fingers.
“So it’s true,” Cammy whispered, equal parts astounded and appalled, “you’re....”
“We all have things we don’t like about ourselves, sweetie,” Poison tutted before the secret agent could embarrass herself. “Mine just took a little longer to see the end results.” Red-nailed fingertips stroked lightly along her length, keeping it stiff and eager without risking exhausting herself.
From behind once again, Juri spoke, unfastening her belt and slipping free of the black undergarments she wore, leaving the legs of her white pants in place... and revealing a surprise of her own. “And the Feng Shui Engine ended up affecting more of my body than just my eye,” she smirked, moving in closer to Cammy and pressing into her, the thick, pale length of her own girlcock easing up between the clenched moons of that firm, pale butt, causing the brit to flinch. “Together, we can satisfy you like you’ve never experienced... pack up MGE and take it to another city. Nobody will ever know we crossed paths.”
“That’s... not the point... I can’t let you go,” Cammy muttered under her breath, though it was difficult not to admit to herself that the offer... tempted her in unexpected ways. Her attraction to Juri was something she’d simply chosen not to acknowledge, and now seeing Poison in front of her, offering herself... and the feeling of Juri pressing back against her... “You’re insane if you think you can... if you think I’ll....”
No more words were needed. Juri could hear the hesitation, the uncertainty. Like a shark, she could smell blood in the water, and knew that all she had to do was push, just a little more. She lowered herself to her knees behind the british agent, licking her lips as she hooked her fingers into the thong-like bottom of Cammy’s unitard, pulling them aside to reveal her prize. A glimpse at soft, damp pussylips just below Juri’s target went ignored for the moment as her tongue snaked out, lapping and twirling around the smooth fins of the blonde’s asshole, tasting her skin and sweet sweat, teasing the little entrance and delighting in the way it tensed against the contact of her tongue.
“Phhwah! What... what do you think you’re...?!” Cammy yelped out, flinching but neither disengaging nor attacking. In fact, Poison’s grin slowly widened as she watched the Delta Red agent’s legs do the same, spreading whether intentionally or not to give Juri better access to the pale, moistened back hole between those beautiful asscheeks. “Ahh... nnnaahhh....”
“Why don’t I give you something to occupy that mouth, sweetie?” Poison reached out with her riding crop, tracing the flared leather tip delicately down Cammy’s lips, down her throat, and between her breasts, the skintight fabric of her uniform doing little to dull an involuntary shiver of pleasure. The crop then lowered a little more, towards the blonde’s hip, giving it a light, yet sharp swat against the exposed flesh and leaving a little red welt in its wake. Another yelp escaped Cammy, and her startled jump caused one of her long braids to fly outward -- just far enough for Poison to grab onto. A firm pull downward bent Cammy forward at the waist, propping her ass more completely into Juri’s face and bringing her own lips within inches of Poison’s thick, swollen girlcock, the exposed head glistening with eagerness. “Don’t worry, little thing... soon, this will all be just a pleasant memory.”
Cammy swallowed hard, looking up past that impressive shaft of girlmeat and at the stunning, pink-haired woman beyond it. How had all of this happened so quickly? She’d been certain she was in control when she’d arrived, but hadn’t expected Juri, and... hadn’t expected things to take this turn. The scent of Poison’s perfume was heady and intoxicating, and every time she tried to gather a thought she felt another firm lap of Juri’s tongue sliding along her asshole, gliding and swirling around her delicate, sensitive button of profane pleasure. Both distracted her from anything she might have considered a good or wise decision, and she soon found her hands on Poison’s thick, firm thighs, holding onto them to keep herself balanced. The bell-shaped tip of the wrestling promoter’s cock bumped into her lips, and she could taste the woman’s musk... then those lips parted, her tongue snaking free to taste it, lick it, wrap around its tip. A moment later it was in her mouth, filling her senses -- what few of them weren’t set afire from Juri’s oral assault on her ass, anyway.
“There we go... such a good little girl...” Poison purred, tracing the riding crop back and forth along Cammy’s back before letting out a genuine moan of pleasure, her legs spreading a little more to let the brit suck and bob on her aching cock. When she was certain Cammy was going to continue without further ‘encouragement,’ Poison finally released that long yellow braid, using her freed hand to pull up the edge of her own crop top, revealing full, pale breasts, her perky pink nipples each predictably pierced with steel bars. Pinching and fondling one of her own stiff buds, she started to slowly roll her hips forward and back, easing her cock into and out of Cammy’s mouth in rhythm with the brit’s own lustful bobbing.
“Mmphh... mrmm...” Juri’s own muffled moans could barely be heard through her eager pleasuring of Cammy’s rear, having now slipped free of her top to reveal her gorgeously pert breasts and a single nipple ring of her own. She was crouched into a deep, low stance now, gently stroking her own throbbing cock as she buried her face into the valley of Cammy’s full, firm butt, ravenously licking and tonguing at the sweet little hole she’d found between those perpetually exposed cheeks.
The two of them had only fought a few times in the past, but each time it had been everything Juri could do not to ogle that incredible rear -- and now, at long last, it seemed like it was hers. Who knew how far she’d get before the secret agent decided to become less cooperative, of course... but from the sound of her slurping and gagging around Poison’s own fat shaft, it seemed unlikely that she’d change her mind anytime soon. Still stroking herself, her free hand squeezed and slapped at that beautiful backside, giving the smooth globes a few playful jiggles, testing their weight and firmness before stuffing her face back between them, thrusting her tongue into the blonde’s back entrance. Hopefully, priming it for what was to come.
Cammy’s perspective was overall more... focused. Being between both women had driven her into a sort of lustful haze, forced to push past her old reservations -- she was out of control now, and even though her mind screamed at her to regain it, her body was content to silence that voice. Fingers squeezed sensuously into Poison’s thighs as she drove down deeper onto that thick shaft, driving it past her mouth and down her throat. “Chhlllckkk...” she groaned out, saliva dripping down her lips and chin as she gagged on the massive cock in her throat, the sound barely eclipsing her moaning, while Juri slapped and jiggled her butt back and forth as she voraciously ate Cammy’s asshole. Her slit was already soaking, creating a damp spot in the front of her camo green outfit, her knees trembling, lack of breath fogging her thoughts as Poison rammed her hips forward and back, graciously accepting the offer of Cammy’s slick, twitching throat.
Her eyes began to roll back into her head as she gasped for breath through her nostrils, saliva and some of Poison’s sticky precum leaking from her nose as she relaxed her throat and let the pink-haired beauty facefuck her. Another thrill, too, rippled through the blonde’s body when she felt the absence of Juri’s tongue... replaced by the sensation of the korean girl’s rock-hard dick pressing against her rear, sawing up along the spit-slick crack of her ass. For an instant she thought a breach was impending, that Juri was about to claim what was hers, but instead those dark-nailed fingers squeezed Cammy’s asscheeks together around the other fighter’s pale girldick, like two hot, plump buns clasped around a length of sausage. “Aauhh, fuck...” Juri moaned out, chewing her lower lip and thrusting forward, just letting her shaft glide back and forth between those twin mounds of supple flesh.
“Kklllphh... nnnphhmm...” Cammy whimpered, tongue extending to drool along Poison’s smooth balls. In a way it was a blessing that she’d been so effectively silenced by that hard ladycock, that she couldn’t say what she wanted to say -- didn’t have to demean herself by begging for Juri to cram that thick dick inside of her, wherever she wanted it. If someone had asked her yesterday, she’d have thought it unthinkable to get this much pleasure from having her ass teased and tormented like this, but now she couldn’t shake the thought of getting her butt stuffed out of her mind. “Fhmmkk mmhh... NNNmMMuhhh--!”
“Oh, Juri honey, haven’t you teased her enough?” Poison grinned, reaching back for Cammy’s braid and yanking it bank, letting the brit gasp for breath, a bridge of spit and Poison’s cockjuice connecting Cammy’s mouth to the ex-gangster’s tip. Even as she struggled for air and words, though, Poison didn’t let her off the hook entirely -- tugging down one corner of Cammy’s uniform to reveal one firm breast, the other still partially covered by skintight fabric. It was good enough; Poison tugged that braid again to pull Cammy forward a bit more, slipping her shaft up between the blonde’s breasts, thrusting between them while Cammy herself awkwardly squeezed her own tits together to be fucked.
“Her mouth’s free, now -- let’s see what she has to say for herself,” Juri grinned wickedly, torturously thrusting her hips forward again, gliding her hard cock against Cammy’s rear. Just enough to tease the brit without yet satisfying her, drawing a whimper of desperation, and, finally, words.
“Just... just shut up and fuck me!” Cammy wailed, relying on the other two women to keep her steady as she used both gloved hands to squeeze her breasts together for Poison, letting the pink-haired woman’s cock ease back and forth between her cleavage. Her nipples were achingly hard, even more visible against the thin fabric of her still-covered breast than her bared one. The drool and other fluids dripping from Cammy’s chin trickled down her neck and chest, between her tits, allowing Poison and even smoother track to pump her throbbing cock back and forth against, a soft moan of contentment escaping her lips.
For Juri, of course, no more truly needed to be said -- she was already burning with pleasure and desire, and the thought of finally having her way with Cammy excited her more than a little. That violet eye flashed vibrantly again, bright-hot for a moment as the korean fighter eased her hips back, lining the tip of her girldick with the wet, quivering entrance of Cammy’s asshole, already tantalized into submission by Juri’s tongue and trembling with need. Exhaling gradually, Juri pushed forward, savoring every instant of Cammy’s blissful shriek as her cock sunk in inch by inch, feeling each ripple of the inside of the blonde’s ass. “Ahnn... fuck...” she whispered, fondling her own gorgeous breast as well now, fondling the little metal ring as she relished the sensation of simply being so deep inside.
Cammy’s locked knees wobbled as her eyes threatened to roll back into her head, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle another scream as Juri began to slowly thrust into her, pumping that rigid shaft in and out of her ass at a pace that was slow at first, but was quickly picking up speed to match Poison’s thrusting between her tits. What little sense she could cling to she used to tilt her head down, drooling and lapping at the tip of Poison’s beautiful cock when it would spring up between her breasts, suckling at the end of it before letting it vanish back into the snug embrace of her tits. “Ohfuck... mmmnnohfuckohfuckfuckfuckmmnngh...!”
“How is she, Juri, sweetie?” Poison hooked one high-heeled foot around Cammy’s shoulder, taking a few more forward thrusts before pausing, seemingly attempting to hold back a climax. “Her tits are... mmmph....”
“Even tighter than you -- and almost as much pushback,” Juri chuckled, biting her own lip then as she slammed forward with a rough thrust. “I could fuck this tight little ass all day; I hope Hugo’s taking his time with that newbie.”
“Doesn’t he always?” Poison attempted a playful leer, but was interrupted as her face screwed up with pleasure, scarlet lips twisting into a grimace of ecstasy before letting out a heated moan. Her full, round tits bounced and jiggled with spasms as she thrust hard between Cammy’s, letting out a wild roar of pleasure and unloading over the british girl, her cock surging with seed before pumping it along the other woman’s face, neck, and breasts in long, sticky jets. “Ahhnnmmnn... ffFUcK!!”
“Hhmhmhmh... my my, blew so early, Poison?” Juri grinned, leaning forward to plant a soft, teasing kiss on Poison’s lips, then taking another ramming thrust up Cammy’s butt, her firm cheeks rippling from the impact of Juri’s hips.
“You know better than most that I can do this all day,” the ex-gangster retorted quickly, pressing Cammy’s shoulder to stand the brit back up, then taking a long, sensuous lick at the cream on the secret agent’s flushed cheek, cooing at the taste of her own eruption. “Our little dolly has other holes to fill, after all.”
Cammy’s eyes widened a little as she was propped back up, Juri’s arms quickly hooking under her thighs and spreading them, inviting Poison to join the fun from the front. “Wait, wait, I--” Cammy gasped, then let out a little moan as Poison nibbled her bottom lip, sliding the tip of her dick back and forth along the nether folds of Cammy’s slit. With the suit tugged to the side, only a bit of her soaked pussy could be seen, but it was enough for Poison to shift and force her cock up under the fabric, easing against those soaked petals. As wet, eager, and aroused as she was, Cammy’s cunt was unable to resist even gentle pressure from Poison’s throbbing shaft, already back to full hardness after climax, and a wail of pleasure escaped her as the wrestling promoter’s rod slid inside of her. “AahNn, FUCK!” Cammy yelped, a spasm shaking through her as her second hole was filled, leaving her sandwiched fully between Juri and Poison.
“Mn, I can feel you inside her ass,” Poison purred, sliding up a little deeper, keeping her thrusts slow and steady to contrast Juri’s faster, more eager thrusts. One arm wrapped around Cammy’s neck and shoulders to bring the woman’s head down, forcing the operative’s lips around one of her nipples, and Cammy eagerly latched on, suckling and nibbling at the pierced pink nub as she wildly rocked her hips back, slamming her ass backwards into Juri and then her pussy into Poison, thrashing to the rhythm of both women’s pumping cocks.
“You’ll feel... a lot more... soon...” Juri groaned, her breath growing more labored as a flush touched her own cheeks. Like Poison, she was growing close to climax, especially now with the sensation of the other woman’s cock sliding along hers through the walls of Cammy’s insides, instilling a new urge in her. “F-fuck... I don’t think I can... hold on much longer....”
“Mmmphhh!” Cammy whined around Poison’s tit, sucking it hard and then popping off, resting her head on the pink-haired beauty’s shoulder as she struggled for breath, whimpering blissfully as she endured the relentless pounding of both thick girlcocks drilling both of her eager holes, desperate and unused after so long focusing on her work. She hadn’t realized how badly she needed this, how her body had yearned for this kind of fucking without her ever even acknowledging it. Now the job seemed secondary, unimportant. All that mattered in this moment was the explosive pleasure quaking through her body, bringing her to the edge of a climax of her own. Her pussy tightened down hard around Poison before an even stronger spasm shook through her tight ass, and all at once that climax found her -- when Juri’s dick erupted inside of her, shooting blast after blast of hot spunk up her butt, filling her before dribbling down Juri’s balls and thighs. The feral scream of the korean fighter filling her ears and mind as a staccato shriek of her own echoed off the walls of dressing room, only barely drowned out by the roars of the crowd watching the show outside. “AaaAAAa aAAAUHHHH-HA-HAAAH!!!”
A moment of silent panting followed, Poison slowing her thrusts to a stop as she let both Cammy and Juri ride out their climaxes, especially Cammy, who was twitching with her eyes clenched shut, involuntary spasms shaking every part of her. “My my,” she chuckled, eventually sliding out of Cammy’s cunt completely and sitting down on the floor, keeping herself stiff with idle strokes of her own hand. “How... eventful.”
“That... was...” Cammy panted, shaking the stars from her eyes and curling up onto her knees, nuzzling idly into Poison’s thigh.
“...Fun,” Juri finished, the first to finally get her bearings straight -- and while it didn’t look like she was finished, it did look like her appetites had changed direction. Leaving Cammy for the moment, she crawled up into Poison’s lap, planting a long, heated kiss on those scarlet lips. “But now I need some dick.”
“You know me, Juri,” Poison cooed, returning the smooch and nibbling the corner of her mouth. “Always happy to be of service.” Taking gentle hold of Juri’s hips, she turned the dark-haired woman around and sat her down, the tip of her glistening rod prodding against the pale entrance of Juri’s ass, already slick from Cammy’s mouth and cunt both. “Cammy, would you like to help our friend get what she needs?”
Cammy blinked, still fuck-drunk for the moment, but watching enraptured as Juri lowered herself completely into Poison’s lap, that cock sinking deep into her ass and causing the korean girl’s own shaft to flex and bob, unattended but visibly reacting to the sensation of being fucked.
“Aahhff... oh shit...” Juri’s eyes fluttered as she adjusted to the size of Poison’s shaft inside her, planting her feet on either side of Poison and taking control of the rhythm, easing herself up and down on Poison’s dick as she tried to bring herself to a second orgasm, teeth gritting and perfect tits bouncing gently as she rode the bigger girl’s rod. “Hnnnn....”
Cammy licked her lips idly as she started coming to her senses, mesmerized by Juri’s bobbing cock, wanting to attend to it but wanting to watch it bounce. Thinking fast, she compromised, crawling forward and wrapping her lips around one of the woman’s smooth, tightened balls, dragging her tongue in slow, hungry circles around it, her body easing forward and back as she tried to track the up-and-down rotations of Juri’s hips into Poison’s lap. “Mmmph... mmlllm....”
“Uuhf... look how eager she is... maybe we won’t have to leave town after all,” Juri chuckled weakly, lifting her arms above her head to stretch out and slamming down harder, taking the entirety of Poison’s dick up her ass and starting to pick up her pace, going faster, deeper, whimpering with pleasure as her anus stretched and contracted, squeezing and kneading Poison’s girlcock from the inside. “Oh my fucking... auuchh!” she yelped out. Faster now, faster, her tits bouncing more rapidly as she rode that rocket, Cammy’s drool trickling down her balls to add wetness to Poison’s pistoning pole as her own member rubbed and bumped along Cammy’s face. As much as she’d delighted in drilling the brit, she needed to get fucked, needed her dose of dick, and knew Poison could give it.
As such, she couldn’t be happier when she hear Poison’s husky moan heightening behind her, feeling that big thing surge and twitch inside of her as it unleashed another volley of spunk, shooting it up inside Juri’s tight ass, the round, spongey end of the pink-haired woman’s shaft ramming into her pleasure-button and forcing her to a second climax of her own, a splurt of seed arcing through the air to rain down on Cammy once again, making a mess of the poor girl’s hair and face as the brit greedily sucked her balls. Moans from both women filled the air, none of the three noticing that there was no longer an audible roar of a crowd outside to disguise it.
The next thing they noticed as they lay panting in a heap of half-naked bodies was the dressing room door opening, the lighting outside outlining the mammoth silhouette of Hugo. “Uhhhh... I won.”
A long pause ensued, then Poison spoke. “That’s great, Hugo. Now could you be a darling and toss us a towel?”
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Comments
Make love not, uh, law enforcement!
Phrux
2019-12-20 19:45:28 +0000 UTC