章 16: Strictly Down
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What had happened at the police station left not only Yuriko and I guessing, but Silver was also curious about the identity of the people who had conducted the strange experiment and their goals. Both Yuriko and Silver promised me to look into it, after....
- Bitch, my thighs... - after a night in the company of a policewoman and, as it turned out, a mercenary, my thighs were aching like a cowboy after a week's ride.
I hadn't been able to trust people for a long time. So I decided to look for the man with the eye patch and those behind him. I already had a man in mind for that.
- Hello, Betty? Are you still filled with guilt? - but for that I need the help of Betty Brant, the assistant at the Daily Bugle. Shit, I feel like an RPG character who has to run from one questgiver to the next...
- What do you want, Parker? - Betty responded in what she called a professional flirtatious manner.
- I need the number of a certain girl with whom....
- A girl's number? Usually it's slippery talk that tries to get into my knickers. And you want me to use them to help you get into someone else's?
- Look, it's not that, I just--
- I've seen your text messages. - Oh, lucky that's all she saw. If she'd seen anything else, I wouldn't have been able to talk my way out of being a sex maniac. - Don't make excuses, you need it now.
Woman my thighs are sore from having sex with two gorgeous hotties, so who needs anything else... Ah, well, silence is golden.
- Let's do this, Petey... - hang in there, Parker, like when your partner is close and you have to switch on the fantasy or think bad thoughts. - Walk me home from work today, and I'll help you get the number of whoever it is you have a crush on.
- Okay. Did you put her name up yet?
After texting Betty's name, I hobbled to the bus stop to get to school on time. I needed somewhere to kill time anyway...
- Umm... - as soon as I opened my wallet on the bus, the driver's face turned red.
- What for? - Pulling out a bundle of black and white women's panties, all I could do was sigh and feel a painful shiver go down my thighs.
.....
- Who is it this time? - Giving me more headaches, a friend of mine... An old acquaintance of mine was on the bus. - Good for you, two at once last night?
- Look, MJ, I appreciate you spreading my bedtime exploits all over the bus, but why don't you sit down?
- Peter, what's wrong with you? You're not like that. - What right does Mary Jane have to be mad at me?
- You want to-- You bastard. - As hard as I try, I can't be randy with her, but there's a tugging feeling in my chest. - You know, maybe that's just me. Either way, you and I have our own lives, so let's not get in each other's way, okay?
- Peter, I just want what's best for you, I can see from you that you're suffering from this behaviour yourself and... - I'm so annoying! - Hey, where are you going?!
Who's suffering? Suffering from what? Sex with a bunch of hotties that anyone else would bite their dick off for a chance? Don't be ridiculous!
-The same evening of the same day-
As arranged, I got to the Daley Bugle by the time Betty was due to finish work. In fact I arrived an hour early, for at school Gwen tried to talk to me and I... Well... It turns out I ran away.
- Haaah. What the hell?
Somehow I'm no longer scared of kidnapping, yes meeting villains, but talking to Gwen... Is it fear though? Maybe I'm disgusted. And if it's fear, what is it? Maybe pain?
- Hey, what are you standing there for? - while I was trying not to think about Gwen, Betty's voice came out.
- Hey... What's with the glasses? - Betty was wearing rectangular-rimmed glasses on her round face.
- What, you don't like them? - Betty took them off, bit the back of her ear and made the face that girls usually make when they want to appear nice. - Anyway, they make me look older, and that's what we need where we're going.
- Well lead the bloody questgiver...' at my remark, Betty raised an eyebrow in incomprehension.
.....
The place Betty took me to was a club called Tron, with loud music and colourful flashes everywhere. Betty wanted to relax and have a drink, but one girl shouldn't go to such places, so I came along, and then it was clear.
- Wow, my favourite song, hold my purse and my glass, please!
Despite Betty's entreaties, I refused the drink. Firstly, I've never been attracted to her. Secondly, if Betty overdid it, I'd rather at least one of us be on our feet when we got home.
- You know, my parents don't even understand how the world works, you know? They solve all their problems by going into debt, you know?
After a few drinks, Betty sat on my ear. I regretted turning down the drink. But out of old friendship, I listened.
- Peter, you're so sweet~ - with a drunken smile that makes you close your eyes, Betty clapped me on the arm. - How come you don't have a girlfriend?
- I don't know. - making me wish I was sober for the second time today.
- I mean, me, I'm always at work with my own problems and problems and problems. But you're such a good hamster, you're like a hamster I want to cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. - Judging by the way Betty's eyes are getting further away from staying open, I'm gonna have to carry her after all, aren't I?
The discussion of my love life went on for another fifteen minutes. And yes, by discussion, I mean a monologue from Betty, with whom we'd spent a total of about a week together, talking about how good I was. Though it was infuriating, needing Betty's help, I stayed cool.
- Petey...' Betty said in a sort of sweet voice, practically lying on the table.
- What? - By the way, the water in the clubs sucks, do they get it from under the sink?
- Am I pretty?
- I'm not gonna hold your hair up when you puke.
- Petey, will you go to the loo with me? - with flushed cheeks and drunkenly serious eyes, Betty turned to me.
- You're going to regret it tomorrow, so let's not. - Hoping very much that she wasn't implying that she needed to vomit, I replied.
- I won't... Please... I need to.....
Turning to me in a pitiful voice coupled with eyes that were almost wet, Betty forced me to sigh heavily and scratch the back of my head.
- You know that's not fair, don't you...?
.....
- And I... - once inside the toilet cubicle, Betty was badly confused and could only hold on to my belt. - What next...?
Putting my arms around Betty, I ran my hands along her trembling back. On the way back, my hands went round her shoulders and I removed her leather jacket, which I folded and hung on the stall door.
- I was expecting a little more passion... - to a retort of resentment, I could have responded by saying I didn't want to end up covered in vomit. But like a gentleman, I remained silent.
- Mmm! - Instead, I lifted up her white blouse and kissed her lovely breasts.
- Wait... When did you unhook my bra...? - When I hugged her... I think I'm getting pretty good at the bra unhooking craft.
As my tongue swirled round the pale pink nipple, Betty's breathing became heavier and heavier. Massaging my hand over her left breast, which fit perfectly in the palm of my hand, I felt the vigorous beating of her heart.
- Mnmmm... Your... I must feel so good...?
With my free hand I stroked Betty's waist, letting her find comfort from my touch. Gradually her body stopped trembling and began to yield to my touch.
- Mmmm... Petey... I'm getting wet....
Checking Betty's words, I felt the hot wetness through my lace panties. The feeling of a woman's juices always made me want to get wet, which was no exception today.
- Ah...
To avoid getting my office skirt dirty, I pulled it off over Betty's head. Who continued to stare at me with a drunken, horny look.
- Do I have to suck it? - She put her index finger on my erect cock as I lowered my jeans.
- As much as I'd like to, I'm a risk taker.
- Then-
I put my arms around Betty again, only this time holding her tightly. Our naked bodies felt each other in an instant, and began to heat up.
- Ah...
I lifted Betty up, pulling her up by her sweet ass, and placed her on her toes. Her delicate thighs parted slightly, allowing my mate in between.
- Ahhhh...
Slowly and carefully I began to drive my cock between Betty's thighs, along her wet pussy. Gradually, when my cock became wet enough, I was able to move more freely. Which led to a distinctive popping sound travelling along the toilet.
- Hmmm... Petey... Don't tease me....
Fucking Betty's thighs, which she squeezed and rubbed against each other, she looked into my eyes pleadingly. I can't say there was a time when I didn't think Betty was a beauty, but at this particular moment.....
- Mmm!
As if I were drunk myself, I sank into Betty's lips, followed by my tongue. I wrapped my arms round her legs around my waist and worked her arse along my cock.
- Ready? - pressing her tight lips together, I asked more for show than in earnest.
- Yep...' for desire was written all over Betty's face.
That her pussy was wet, my cock was covered in slippery juices, however that didn't stop the advance from being tight.
- Ugghhhh...
Hugging my neck, Betty bit her lower lip bloody as I passed further and further along the tender, hot walls.
- OH!!!
Eventually I got her all the way in. It took Betty a dozen seconds to get used to it, to catch her breath, and to stop shuddering underneath.
- Ah! Haa!
And as soon as she stopped, I began to move gently inside Betty. Our bodies were so tightly intertwined, pressed together, I could feel her hard nipples walking across my skin.
- Ngghmmm!..!
Sufficiently used to it, Betty began to help me, arching her back and thrusting in tighter as I lowered her.
- Ghaaaaah!!!
Naturally, I couldn't let this behaviour go unchallenged. I'd had enough of it calling me 'Petey' to let it steal the initiative in sex. I therefore held Betty in one position, and began fucking her cunt myself.
- Ahhhh! Nnghaaaaah!
The more I sped up, the more Betty reacted. She twisted her head round, wriggled on my shoulders, scratched my back. But nothing could take my attention away from the cramped aisle.
- Oh, God, oh, God, my mum's mmmmmmmmm!
Hot juices fell as she chiselled, collecting a puddle in the gents stall. Betty rolled her eyes to the ceiling and couldn't catch her breath, widening her nostrils and curving the corners of her open mouth.
- Why the hell did it feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!
I finally cum inside her tight walls, like so many clubgoers who have casual sex inside, only now concerned about the lack of a condom.
- Haaaaah... Haaaaah....
But there was nothing to be done and drops of my cum began to fall from Betty's pussy, right into the puddle of her juices on the floor....
.....
- Aaaaaaaaah!
When I took her prone, leaning her on the toilet, the result was the same.
- Haaaaaa... Haaaa... Haaaa...
My hot cum flowed out of Miss Brant's pussy and down her legs, along her black stockings.
- Gwmmmmm!
And just as I was about to think about round three, Betty made an inhuman sound and grabbed her mouth at a fast pace... Thankfully, all she has to do in that position is lift the lid....
- Bghaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!...!
Instead, however, she pulled away from the thrust and freed herself straight onto the floor, eagerly directing the flow towards the neighbouring stall.
- Hey, I'm here jerking off to your sex! - from which someone's indignant voice was immediately heard.
- Prost-Stop, what?!
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