Babs
Predator Press
[Mr. I]
When I came in, Phoebe and Sapphire stared in simple disbelief.
"Morning ladies," I says cheerily. Setting down my Starbucks, I proceed to hang my coat, whistling.
"What the hell are you doing here on a Sunday?" asks Sapphire.
"I don't know," I smile. "Just feeling a little productive I guess."
Sniffing the air, Phoebe looks at Sapphire. "He doesn't even smell like whisky and cheap hookers."
"No ladies," I sigh. "I'm turning my life around. From here on out, I'm a brand new man."
"Is this because LOBO is gone?"
"Probably," I shrug. "At least in part. But I think my luck is changing. You know that hot new chick Babs?"
"Uh," says Sapphire, looking at Phoebe nervously. "Yes ..."
"Let me tell you," I say, gyrating my hips in the air. "That chick is a freak."
"You had sex with Babs too?" says Phoebe.
"Yes I did," I say with unabashed smugness. "I did things with that chick that--" I pause, eyebrows furrowed. Turning slowly to Phoebe, I clear out my ear with a finger. "What do you mean, 'too'?"
Phoebe looks side to side nervously. "I had sex with her on Saturday."
I look at Sapphire, who holds her hands up shrugging.
"Phoebe, I didn't know you were bisexual."
"I'm not bisexual."
Sapphire eyes her carefully. "You had sex with Babs, but you're not bisexual?"
"I mean I've gotten off during massages but that's like a mutual-masturbation thing," Phoebe explains. "But Babs just started kissing me. Hard. And the next thing you know she's between my legs, sucking me off. She's really good at it." Then, trailing off in blissful thought, she adds, "Turns out, so am I ... "
I don't know whether to scream or go jerk off in my office.
"Besides," Phoebe continues. "It doesn't count as a lesbian thing. It is alternate-reality LOBO, right?"
My jaw drops.
Sapphire looks to me, eyes narrowed, "You did use protection, right?"
Suddenly, Ethan walks in, whistling. "Wow," he grins, setting down his cappuccino to hang his coat. "You just won't believe what a fantastic morning I've had."
[Mr. I]
When I came in, Phoebe and Sapphire stared in simple disbelief.
"Morning ladies," I says cheerily. Setting down my Starbucks, I proceed to hang my coat, whistling.
"What the hell are you doing here on a Sunday?" asks Sapphire.
"I don't know," I smile. "Just feeling a little productive I guess."
Sniffing the air, Phoebe looks at Sapphire. "He doesn't even smell like whisky and cheap hookers."
"No ladies," I sigh. "I'm turning my life around. From here on out, I'm a brand new man."
"Is this because LOBO is gone?"
"Probably," I shrug. "At least in part. But I think my luck is changing. You know that hot new chick Babs?"
"Uh," says Sapphire, looking at Phoebe nervously. "Yes ..."
"Let me tell you," I say, gyrating my hips in the air. "That chick is a freak."
"You had sex with Babs too?" says Phoebe.
"Yes I did," I say with unabashed smugness. "I did things with that chick that--" I pause, eyebrows furrowed. Turning slowly to Phoebe, I clear out my ear with a finger. "What do you mean, 'too'?"
Phoebe looks side to side nervously. "I had sex with her on Saturday."
I look at Sapphire, who holds her hands up shrugging.
"Phoebe, I didn't know you were bisexual."
"I'm not bisexual."
Sapphire eyes her carefully. "You had sex with Babs, but you're not bisexual?"
"I mean I've gotten off during massages but that's like a mutual-masturbation thing," Phoebe explains. "But Babs just started kissing me. Hard. And the next thing you know she's between my legs, sucking me off. She's really good at it." Then, trailing off in blissful thought, she adds, "Turns out, so am I ... "
I don't know whether to scream or go jerk off in my office.
"Besides," Phoebe continues. "It doesn't count as a lesbian thing. It is alternate-reality LOBO, right?"
My jaw drops.
Sapphire looks to me, eyes narrowed, "You did use protection, right?"
Suddenly, Ethan walks in, whistling. "Wow," he grins, setting down his cappuccino to hang his coat. "You just won't believe what a fantastic morning I've had."
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