Because I have nothing better to do Productions
                                      An Eldrick Tobin project

                                  In the Company of Hope 8: Commands

He idled the vehicle a little longer. The black car purring it's authority at
the station wagon next to it. It screamed for it's mommy with it's alarm that a
heathen vehicle was near it. He got out of his car and stared at the other
vehicle. "Damn car alarms. Who'd steal that?"

He prepped his alarm and smiled. If someone touched the car for longer than 30
seconds a light static shock would rock them. If they tried again -the car could
monitor itself to know if it WAS the same person- they'd get to know what
lightning rods have to go through. When he was out of sight the car locked
itself.

He approached the door of the restaurant. Made to look like a border town
brothel bar the eatery didn't really attract family people. The floor show
discouraged the foolish. A Cheech-a-like asked him if he wanted the menu read to
him. Having seen "From Dusk till Dawn" he declined. "Cheech" opened the door and
showed him inside before going to another patron waiting to enter. That patron
wanted to hear.

"Sick fuck," was all the guy said as he found a seat and debated with himself
internally what he actually wanted to order.

"What'll you have that's on the menu doll?" asked some curvy hostess of latin
descent.

"2 slices of pizza, 4 tacos -2 crunchy 2 soft-, a burger and a menage de fried,"
he gave her a tip.

She came back a few minutes later with the food and the house's free "milk
shake" which was a vanilla flavored concoction made entirely of human breast
milk, sugar and vanilla extract. He always found it tasted odd. He tipped the
girl again and she asked,"Anything you want that's off the menu?"

"Love."

"Why do you always ask for that? You can't find that in a place like this. And
if you did you don't look bizarre enough for most of the girls here. But thanks
for asking every night you come here anyway. Makes a girl think there's hope ya
know."

He just smiled and went to his food when she walked away. He liked the varied
menu... and it all tasted like he'd spent real time going to his favorite places
for all the junk his body barely needed. He studied the collection of french
fries, onion rings, and fried chicken as he downed the "milk shake". He imagined
he was eating them off a nice girl and then reached his hand out and grabbed an
onion ring. He miscalculated his reach for a chicken strip and when he would
have hit the imaginary girls chin... he heard a "Hey... watch it!"

He opened his eyes. There was a girl there sitting in the chair opposite him.
She was about his age, had hazel eyes and hair in half the colors of the rainbow
one minute the other half the next. "Nice powered wig."

"It needs to be taken into the shop. It's a hand me down from one of the other
girls here," she paused,"Do you want me to do a dance on the table... or
something under the table... or talk?"

"Talk? Is there something on your mind?"

"I said that out loud?"

"Yep. So what you want to discuss?"

"Um, I haven't gotten a straight answer yet... but I just started working here
today... and I'm wondering... what all goes on here? My contract got bought out
by this place."

"Where'd you work before?"

"Um... its embarrassing but Snack and Shack."

"Ah yes "Food and Communication" Started out as a sex pad... until this place
opened and snagged half the girls... then the new girls who worked there... did
something and the theme behind the place changed."

"Yeah they bought the place out from the manager. So instead of whatever
happened before now guys come in and a girl dresses up like some anime character
he likes and then they do little more than fondle and fall asleep after talking
for a few hours."

"What you think of working there?"

"Oh I never really did anything but study up some anime questions and outfit
styles... and then when the chef quit I shipped here in exchange for one of this
places. All legal... but I don't know what this place is like."

"Well when the girls here say something under the table they don't mean a foot
massage, like it looks like you meant. And when they dance on the table it's
erotic and usually ends in a lap dance and then goes further. You're blushing.
FYI Snack and Shack used to be about sex with girls in anime outfits."

"I should have never answered the ad..."

"How would you know what they used to do? You just needed a job right?"

"Right. I worked at a Pizza joint but couldn't live on just tips. I was told we
had to sleep in the same room with guys but we all got panic buttons in case the
guys tried to even so much as kiss. They really used to be like that?"

"Yes. But that shouldn't concern you. What should concern you is THIS place's
policies. Girls are assigned a table, and they are expected to perform for
anyone who sits at that table."

"Is that why you come here?"

"No. I come here because it's on the way back from class. I live a few blocks
away. I also come here because of the food, it's like hitting all my favorite
food places at once. I don't care much for the milk shakes though."

"Which school? And what's wrong with the milk shakes?"

"Trust me when I say you haven't heard of it. As for the shakes... their breast
milk."

"Oh no..."

"Had one?"

"I was told it's goat's milk!"

He pointed. "Sheila "The Goat" Browski. It's from her. At least the batch you
had."

"Ewww she's so butch... ... what's she doing with that guy?"

"Him? He likes it from girls with strap-ons."

"You're kidding..."

"Nope. Just think... it's only 6pm. The place gets worse by midnight and
'horrid' by closing at 4am when all that happens is the doors close to keep
people out though most who stay that long stay till 8am."

"Oh my..." she looked at him like he was a snake,"How do you know all that?"

"I had a talk with the manager last night when one of the girls tried to get in
my pants without my say so. He explained everything that happens after I leave."

"When do you leave?"

"At 7pm usually. 8pm if it's Friday."

"Today is Friday... what happens after 7 but before 8?"

"The first first floor show. Some curvy girl pole dances while everyone
encourages her... she eventually strips... the manager says she goes down on the
guy who tips her the most. It's why I tip before then so there's no mistake."

"Don't like girls?" she deflated.

"Not that. Like the hostess over there said... most girls here are too wierd for
a guy like me. Onion Ring?"

"Huh?"

"Will you let me feed you so the manager doesn't come over here and try to force
you on me. This is a limited rights establishment. Hence why I make sure I'm out
of here by 8 at the latest. After 8 signals consent for the girls to do whatever
they want to anyone within. The manager can also order any girl around before
then. He could order you to ... anything."

"I would never..."

"If you're contract is in your purse like it should be... read it... read it
carefully... and while you do let me feed you french fries."

She blushed," Um... okay... I'll read it."

"And the fries?"

"Okay... but don't do anything funny."

"I won't."

She pulled out the contract, and giggled when he almost got the fry in her nose.
"Recipient take note that this contract is governed within a low rights zone
wherein the management while unable to order you to do anything for him may
order under penalty of arrest or fine..." She mumbled a bit around a fry,"Oh no
you're right! I have to get out of this contract!"

"Running away is forbidden... but you can have it paid away... or work it off."

"It's 2000 dollars... I'm doomed. I'll be forced to... to... and even if I got a
permanent assignment to this table and you came in everyday... you leave at 8...
7 most days. You even have school so you can't just stay here and protect me all
night. What'll I do."

"Let's go buy out your contract," he offered his hand to help her stand.

"But I don't have the money."

"I've got it. I'll even toss in a few more large bills incase he was expecting a
larger investment from you because of your beauty."

She blushed. He figured she'd hush up now so the manager didn't get wind and
call his attorney. HE did mean it... but she couldn't know that or she'd think
his offer was something seedier. It wasn't... but she must have guesses why
she's paid so much, and why her contract is so high. Less rights for more pay is
how it works out. Some pizza chains lived only off their girls walking around
buck naked while serving. Those girls may make big bucks but the price is how
they are treated. How ever did the damn law go through?

"Did you say something?" she asked.

"Not really. Sorry. Thinking."

"Oh."

"Hey Manager! I'm here to buy out her contract," he said to her,"Lie like the
wind is the devil making your words for you."

He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

"Why? She strike your fancy that much?"

"Yeah she does. Finally got a girl in here worth something. She says it's 2K. I
got the money right here."

"Bah! That document is old."

"So how much you lecherous dog?" He called him that due to his cut up t-shirt
featuring dogs humping some girl's leg.

"3.5K... plus 500 to find a replacement."

She bristled,"Only 4 grand? What do you think I am a pack of gum! Only 4 grand
indeed."

"Hey shut up. I'm talking to your future owner here."

She sighed and looked skyward,"Men. Filthy pigs... why can't some beautiful
sensitive woman sweep me off my feet?"

"Hush witch or it's the lash," he said while pausing in his talk with the
manager.

"Oh spank me sub-creature. Please. Don't listen to dickless here sir."

"I'll listen to who I want to. 3K cause I want her off my hands now. Too many
years ahead of her to have her develop 'The Attitude' now."

"Naw... here's 4K. She's worth it. Trust me."

"You wish... but thanks for the money anyway. Hey bitch you're walking papers,"
he held them out after signing them. She bristled and reached for them, but he
pulled them away and handed them to the guy,"Ha! Hey guy... use her in good
health."

"My intention."

He walked her outside, and around the corner. He handed her the papers, and some
money,"God's speed to you."

"What?"

"You're free again. Read contracts more closely next time. The Hostess stole my
keys. I know it. While my car knows who I am without the keys I can't drive it.
I have to go back in."

"But it's 8:15 now. I'll go with you."

"No good. Some woman would get you liquored up -and me too. And you'd be signed
with them again or worse. They can't kill you but they can make you wish you
were dead. I'll go. No good deed goes unpunished anyway. Be well." He turned and
was in range of the door soon after. She dared not follow... and couldn't bring
herself too. She ran the other way and into the back parking lot. She found her
car a stripped ruin with not even enough parts to make a go-cart. She saw the
watchman come around the corner. If he saw her she might be forced back inside
at gunpoint... she needed to hide. Thunder crackled loudly in the sky and set
off some car alarms... a door on a car popped open. She rushed for it's dubious
safety.

"Why hello again moneybags!"

"Where's Karen Miss."

"Why Karen is with a customer right now stud. Why not spend some time with me?"

"I need to talk to Karen."

"Talk isn't what this place is about sugar. Kelly 'll keep you nice and warm,"
she winked at him and tossed a cord about his neck like the kind used on
graduation hats but much longer.

"Can I talk with the manager?"

"He's upstairs watching the security booth while the watchman checks the parking
lot. Now y'all come this way peaceably..." there was a don't-fuck-with-me-boytoy
look on her face.

"Oh no problem," he lied. /I'm doomed./ "So Kelly... what you like in a guy
you're fucking?"

"Oh so bold. I like you sugar. Dinner's this way and breakfast is served at 7am
sharp."

"I hope you are the menu."

"Good guess, my little bookworm," she said as she slipped her hands into his
shirt as she sat him down at the table he'd been sitting at. She ran her hands
over his school shirt underneath his hooded sweatshirt and chuckled at the logo.
"Nice little dildo you have on the shirt... what school is that... oh who
cares... let's see that test tube of yours... hope it's not as small as the one
on your shirt."

The sun as he stumbled out the door hurt his eyes. He'd been put into a
blindfold less than a minute after Kelly had slid her hand into his pants. His
world had become one of touch and taste only after that. Besides the guy who
liked it from behind from women he had been the only other man in the place. His
body was sore all over from the painful reality of that statement.

Unfortunately he'd not had any sleep... or even an aspirin for any of the pain
he'd had to endure. The spacecraft which was sent on a Uranian expedition was
not pleasantly received by the natives who are still quite miffed. [If you catch
the author's meaning] They'd left an atmospheric probe behind too that the
natives were very restless over.

"So little man what's 15 hours of hot sex feel like? Bet we see you again
tomorrow."

"I don't call rape sex."

"Hey man not so loud... we aren't ready for new customers yet," "Cheech" laughed
his ass off. "Don't feel so bad... you went back in for the keys that 'I' in
actuality had. You could have asked me man," he tossed the keys. "You must have
wanted that cause I KNOW you've seen the key rack behind me. And here I thought
your screams were genuine."

"I didn't want any of that."

"Bullshit. The manager told you the girls swipe keys... and that they end up on
the rack. You just weren't listening to that which could set you free. I knew it
took all kinds but we don't get many rape fetishists. You must be walking on
clouds then..."

He walked off towards his car with his keys.

"Hey maybe tomorrow I'll see they give you a butt pillow HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"Asshole."

"What was that? Do I want your ass? No... everyone else has already had it,"
Cheech broke into laughter again. The man considered burning his copy of
'..Dusk..' in hopes some voodoo would kick in and toast that annoying twit.

"He really gives Cheech Marin a bad name... damn. If I were Cheech I'd sue that
little turd," he said turning off his alarm and making note of the piles of ash
near the vehicle. "'And another one bites the dust.'" The car took it as a song
cue. He chuckled and sat down without thinking. His eyes bulged but he didn't
think he'd ripped anything... he'd head home and pull the fragger out. It
started vibrating again and he hit the window polarize button and was going to
climb into the backseat to pull it out when he saw he had a guest.

There behind him lay the girl he'd rescued contract under her head like a
pillow, dress used as a sheet. Or was... she'd pushed it to where it only
covered her butt, and she was otherwise naked. A new pain found itself in his
pants... this time the front... as he watched her breathe. He sat back down...
letting out to his shock a low moan as it eased itself around in his backside.

He turned off the parking brake and sped out of the lot to his dismay as he hit
a speed bump UNsmoothly... and he enjoyed it. So much so that his underwear got
hosed. He panted... he couldn't believe he'd just... from that. "Will I ever be
the same?"

"Huh? Who's there? EEK!" came from the backseat.

"Don't worry. I didn't look."

"Liar."

"Alright I looked. If you want me to be even more honest I can."

She blushed,"Um... ah... please do."

"If I WAS in the business of buying girls for sex slaves I'd consider myself
having spent my money well. You're breasts are very perky and nice."

She uncovered herself and looked at them," All the girls made fun of me... said
I was too small."

"Most of them are 52+ And next to them you are a bit small. But to a guy who
likes the late 30's they are too big right? I'm that kind of guy."

She smiled still blushing,"Well since you've seen them I won't cover up. Plus
that dress makes me itch."

"Bold one aren't we."

She went shock red,"Um well I um ah"

"That was rude of me. I personally wouldn't be alright with myself naked as you
are. I guess that makes it a compliment."

"Well I guess I'll be less hedonistic and put the itchy dress back on... oh
no... I shredded it in my "Kill the manager" nightmare. I'm doomed. No clothes."

"Where's you're apartment I'll drop you off?"

"Um girls at that place are live in," She said as she leaned forward and TRIED
to look out the windows,"We passing any clothing stores? I can't see a thing.
Where we headed anyway?"

"Not passing clothing stores. The glass is no-way when polarized like this. As
for the last my place."

"Why polarize the glass?"

"I was going to pull out a souvenir."

"Huh?"

"One of the ladies of the establishment left a vibrator in my backside."

"Why didn't you pull it out yet?"

"You were in the backseat."

"Oh yeah... the car door was open and the guard was on his way and it looked
like it was gonna rain and ... I got in the car. I feel asleep soon after...
it's really comfortable back here."

"Can you drive?"

"Um no."

"Damn I'll have to wait till I get to the house then."

"Lean forward I'll yank it out."

Dubiously he did so. Her breasts on his back were warm and her hand sliding down
his back sent a chill up his spine. She tugged and tugged on it... but it was a
bit long to just pop out but his lips were clamped too closed to tell her. For
every tug out it slid back in. She finally got it out and he moaned again and
sobbed as he came again.

"You're hurt I'll bet... pull the car over we need to see if you are bleeding."

He checked the scanner... nothing but trees. He pulled the car over. "When we
get out take off your clothes."

"What?"

"If I'm nude you can be nude. Besides I need to see your ass and check your
clothes for blood."

He looked at her like she'd grown fangs and horns.

She got upset,"Fine bleed to death I don't care. I'll just sit back her exposed
while for all I know you are playing with yourself. Anything you say Master."

"I'm sorry... just when you said that you were holding the souvenir like you
intended to use it."

He got out of the vehicle and stripped covering his privates with his hands. She
thanked him for his modesty as she picked through his things. She found
something that didn't belong.

"So frilly and lacy... wear these often?" He'd put on -or been put into-
panties. She was giggling over it.

"They're not mine."

"Can I take them?" She asked before she checked their contents. When she did her
eyes went wide,"Is this what I think it is? You really liked your gift."

"Physical Conditioning. Nearly every girl had one end or... the other of me. All
more than once."

"Ouch. Well I can't in conscience wear these now Though it would be nice to wear
something now that I have this dress under good light... no wonder the chair was
cold. I mean look at this thing," she showed it too him and he had to fight his
groin,"Opps sorry. Forgot. Well there's no blood or even feces anywhere."

"They flushed me out and pumped my stomach. I feel like I haven't eaten in
days."

"How cruel." He nodded. She looked over at him,"Spread'em on the car... I need
to look if the blood just hasn't come out yet... or is caked on your butt."

"This is SOOO embarrassing."

"No embarrassing would be having some old guy stick his finger up your butt as
you walk by... oh sorry... one of the girls "locker room" stories."

"It's okay," he spread himself... then spread his cheeks so she could get her
examination underway.

"Wow... they worked you good... I could probably put my hand in there. So guess
open up kinda like girls do... only not as much."

"Funny."

"No it's funny I'm staring into a guy's ass. The only thing I can't see is your
chest... oh my."

"Stop staring at my groin."

"Sorry... only ever seen one in health class, and that was in a text book cross
section kinda thing."

"It's... okay... just no pointing and laughing," something on the dash
sounded,"Crap!"

"Nice Pun."

"I'm serious... slaver for the dark approaching... plant that in my butt and get
your contract visible."

"Is it okay?"

"I've been pumped enough I could probably take a baseball bat."

"I meant will we be okay just by me showing that you... own me?"

"They have a contract not to take fellow slavers or their cargo."

"Are you a slaver?" she asked placing it a little harder than he wanted her to
causing him to yelp.

"No... but I can't rip your contract apart yet because of people like them. The
ones on the way take slaves for Hell itself."

"Oh peachy."

"Um... I'm embarrassed to ask this... but look busy..."

"Huh? How so."

"Work the parcel."

"I've never done anything like that before."

"We have to look believable."

"Um... okay... I'm supposed to think of it like it's a banana... and can I
spit?"

"Um... I mean the torpedo."

She blushed redder,"I forgot about that... just pull it in and out?"

He couldn't speak... it felt too good... and he couldn't tell her to stop like
he wanted too. He couldn't because of the now visible semi with it's moaning and
jostled cargo. The big rig made of bone and churning magma stopped. The demonic
driver stepped out... his meter long member being the first past the driver's
door. "What goes on here?" he asked in a voice like a young girls moans.

"My Master liked the woods... he felt he needed some in him."

"You are his sex slave then?"

"What other kind of slave is there?"

"You have some kind of binding contract?"

"You want to see it?" She pulled it from out of the backseat... slinking around
like a cat in heat.

The Demon took it and studied it,"Fresh bought are you?"

"Fresh all over."

The Demon smiled,"All is in order."

"Any of the girls in the back available? Master is looking for someone for me to
have for when he wants a show."

"I got a nice set in a human town called Tokyo. They are already close. All the
better for 3 girls are better than 2," it said as it felt her up.

"Master can I get the money for the 2?"

"Yes if you get over here and flip the switch."

"Oh Master I'm so sorry."

"I'll consider punishing you later. Perhaps the endless rubbing."

"Master is too cruel," she said petulantly.

"Flip the switch get the money. And tell the new girls to put on a show in the
backseat so I can watch while you play with me."

"Of course Master," she routed in his pants pocket and found close to 10000,
"Wow," she said to him.

"Money never leave home without it," he panted as the vibrations ripped through
him. He was going to make a mess again... and he was starting to look forward to
it. What had he become? And why didn't he care? /Girls seem to like it... why
not enjoy it... Not like there's a guy back there... And it feels SOOOO good
too.../

She sauntered over with the bills,"Show them before Master buys," she said and
held the money out of reach and made sure to push her breasts together and
jiggle.

"Girls? Oh yes." It lead her to the back door of the pen on wheels. "Send out
the 2 from Tokyo... and the girl from Knevahis. I got my own urges now."

The 2 girls from tokyo were pushed out and towards Master's little slave
girl-chan who felt them up... and smiled when they blushed and told her to stop.
She dipped her fingers into them and made the other taste it.

"There's so resistant... Master will love them to pieces. How much?"

"2 Thousand ... each... ought to be fine. It's what he paid for you yes?" The
third girl was brought forward and she INSTANTLY knelt in front of him... and
SWALLOWED ALL THREE FEET.

"She's talented."

"All from her world are... they can compress or enlarge flesh as they dictate.
The money for their contracts miss."

"Oh sorry," she said counting it out and handing it over. The bills hit his hand
and she was holding the contracts for each girl suddenly in her other hand with
her own which felt a bit different also.

"The contracts are magical... they bind the girls to the Master's will... The
over obedience can be turned on and off of course. The change from the girls
went into your contract also. Aren't I nice." It was a statement.

"Perfect Master will love it," she jiggled. "Master" came in the distance.
"Master calls. Pleasure," she paused,"doing business with you."

"All mine of course. Let's get this mobile orgy back underway," he said then
teleported him and his Knevahisane into the cab where she began moaning like an
ambulance.

"Well that's over with. Greetings Girls my name is... Where are you two going?"

The new girls... who he was shocked to recognized walked over with glassy
expressions and knelt before their still bent over the roof -hence why he wasn't
down yet- new Master.

"Driver called me Sandy, Master. Do you wish to call me Sandy, Master? Whatever
name you want to call me is fine Master. I worship my Master."

"Driver called me Misty, Master. Do you wish to call me Misty, Master? Whatever
name you want to call me is fine Master. I worship my Master."

They then said in syncronization,"We remember Master wanted a show."

"What's with them?" he said when he could tear his eyes away from his view
through the polarized glass roof.

"The Contracts, Master."

"Now you're doing it!"

"ACK!"

"Back to normal the lot of you."

The two girls stopped their 69'ing. "Oh Kasumi! What are we doing?"

"I don't know Sunahama... But I think we were... um..."

"Let's kill this awkward beginning. Hi. I'm Jo Insei. You two are?"

"Naked as Jaybirds!"

"Sunahama... for what all we were just doing we'd have to be. I'm Kasumi Kai,
and she's Sunahama Kai. We aren't related though. At least our families don't
know the other."

"Pleased to meet you. You bought us from the Demon Driver right? Thank you. Hope
you don't own our souls or anything."

Jo said,"From how your contract reads... he does. He can even order you back
from the grave... Wow my contract says that too! I guess that's neat."

"The driver made them all the same ... probably with some stipulations he
thought NEEDED to be there. Just Peachy."

"Um... I'm afraid to ask... but we owe you our lives... I kinda guess it's
fair... how the heck can we pay you back for this?"

"Well the wrong answer would be to say 'Well why don't you continue what you
started' but I won't say that. Don't worry once we get far enough into safe
territory... Oh dear... back to normal you two."

In sync they in shock said,"We were going at it again!"

"And well Jo said absently working the vibe in his butt."

"Jo... um..."

"Oops. Shall I pull it out?"

"I don't know if I can take leaving it in or pulling it out."

"Did you order them to do that again?"

"I can't help it. I got her all over my face already," Kasumi said while going
after Sunahama like a bat out of hell.

"It's only logical that since there's only one you... Mr... whoever and we are
two unfortunately over stimulated girls we might as well... not sure what this
will do to our friendship though."

"Less talk more finger."

Master sullied the car again because Jo had started her hand moving. She turned
it off and pulled it out. More oozed from him. He climbed off the car when it
stopped dripping from him.

"I'll never be the same again," he walked over to Jo and kissed her,"Thank you
for getting us all out of their. I'd have been too shaky to have been
believable."

"You owe me for being felt up by that THING."

"Name your price."

"Can I borrow this?" she held up the vibe. "I'm dying over here."

The dynamic duo -and how!- came simultaneously one without making a sound the
other loud enough to wake the dead.

"Clear a space... I might as well make another wet spot..." she flicked it on
and went to work. The other two busied themselves with helping her along. All
three were soon touching each other with the vibe on the floorboards. He sat
there and watched them making an effort to not touch himself though the hour
they were at this was starting to make his balls hurt. The 2 girls came hard and
weakly fell back into the seat... Jo got out and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Jo... could you?"

"It's what I'm up here for. Relax... Ah... Ah... Mmmm... oh oh oh ... ah..." she
called as up and down, up and down she went bathing his face with her tongue.
She pulled his face to her and kissed him right as she came... and due to the
muscle constriction he did also.

"Alright everyone is sticky... can we get out of these woods? It's eerie that
there doesn't seem to be any wildlife," Kasumi noted with a shiver.

"And how easy will it be to destroy those?" She pointed to the dashboard.

"I have some friends who can help. Hang on the road will get bumpier."

"Grindier too?" Jo teasingly asked.

"Haha haha haha," said their driver who was busy wondering what it was with him
and females.

The road did get indeed bumpier but everyone made it through okay if horny all
over again. He had to polarize the windows when they got into Tokyo -he didn't
explain how they'd got there... just that they would be there. He pulled out his
phone and called up to the apartment they shared with a third girl.

"Momo's gonna have a fit."

"There goes our 8th roommate."

"She should be lucky. We pay most of the bill," Sunahama petulantly noted.

"Well if she ditches I'm in need of a place..." Jo thought to herself aloud.

"Sunahama... let's toss Momo out on her butt."

"Isn't she your friend?"

Kasumi smirked,"No... she's a classmate and a real head case. She pays the last
10000 of the rent though... but she makes a enough to pay for her own place and
live in style."

"Why tolerate her?"

"The money... and she helps us in class."

"Which class?"

Sunahama sighed,"Economics, and Psychology respectively."

Jo laughed,"Piece of cake..."

Momo entered the street from the building... on the phone with some guy she was
chattering away at. The back window rolled itself down. "This is it guys... I'm
not sewing anymore Costumes for you to get gawked at in nor am I helping you in
class. AND to be cruel I'm moving out. What do you think of that?!" Momo being
very UNpeachy demanded as she put the phone on hold.

Jo leaned back,"Hi I'm their new roommate. Packed yet?"

"Soon bimbo."

"Well it will be a pleasure when you're gone stench trench. Driver? The parking
structure please."

He did as asked while Momo cursed and swore into her cell phone and then was out
of site.

Sunahama fumed,"Glad we're ditching her... she brings us lingerie to wear! Of
all the nerve."

"Maybe she thought we were going into a life of Sex Slavery," she laughed...
then stopped and looked at Master Driver person.

"Don't be silly. You have each other. I don't need sex slaves. I don't even need
slaves. Good luck in class."

"Don't we get a goodbye lay?" Kasumi inquired.

"You tease!" A blushing but just as hungry looking Sunahama chided.

"Will we see you again?" Miss Insei asked.

"Oh I'll be around."

"You know we forgot your clothes..."

"Doesn't matter. I'm clothed in the fact that I saved 3 lives today. You can
call me if one of you are injured or need anything," He handed them a card.

Jo looked at it puzzled,"What language is that?"

Sunahama frowned,"English... I don't think it's romanji."

"True now how do you pronounce it?"

Jo looked at them puzzled,"What's English... what's romanji?"

He drove away chuckling to himself. He'd forgotten they were from different
places. Wholly different places. At least they shared a common language. Of
course that was like saying American English and Queen's English are common
languages.

He pulled the car into the garage. He parked it... he checked the car for
anything odd growing on it or anything. He looked in the backseat... Jo had
taken his souvenir. Oh well.

He heard a teleport in noise. He knew which one had just done that too. "Welcome
back how was your trip?"

"Eventful."

"I have some KY and something I want to show you... but you won't like it... of
course you can use it on me... we can relax together."

"What is it?"

"A self driving dildo," he almost dropped the contracts as he thought about it.
She bit her lip in worry.

She looked at his naked body but forgot important questions when she eyed his
manhood,"Wow... rock hard... you really wanna work it too me huh?" She cooed.

"Actually I was gonna let you work me for a few hours."

"You mean?"

"My ass is your ass."

"What happened? Before you didn't like that kind of thing... have you found a
man?"

"Hell no... ick... I got gang banged by 50 or so women with strap-ons... I liked
almost every minute of it. Now I want another to show me her new toy... as I
tell her what happened today."

"As Master wills."

"Not you too!"

"Me what?"

"Nevermind," he said almost pushing her up the spiral stairs.

"Eager? Damn I need to abuse or thank the girls who did this."

"Yes fine whatever..."

The universe soon found his face buried in her as the tripod mounted self driver
worked it's prurient magic.

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