She bent down, picking up her panties, bra, and the rest of her clothes. She started to put them on, her movements slow and almost seductive. I was pretty sure that wasn't intentional, but fuck, it was hot nonetheless. I mean, who knew watching a girl dress could be almost as sexy as watching her undress?
"Alright, enough with the fashion show," I said, my voice firm but laced with humor. "Open the elevator. We've got places to be, people to see, Pokémon to catch—you know, the usual."
She nodded, walking over to the panel and entering some code or other. I didn't really pay attention. I was too busy admiring the view. Her ass looked fantastic in those panties, and the way her breasts filled out that bra—damn. I might be a Ditto, but I sure as hell appreciated the female form.
The elevator doors finally slid open, and lo and behold, standing right outside was a grunt. The guy was clicking at the elevator button like a maniac, cursing up a storm. "Stupid fucking machine, why won't you open? I swear to god, if I miss another fucking meeting because of this piece of shit—"
He looked up, his eyes widening as he saw us. His mouth hung open mid-rant, and he blinked a few times, clearly shocked. I couldn't help but laugh. The poor bastard had no idea what he'd just walked into.
"Well, well, well," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "Look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, what the elevator spat out?"
The grunt stuttered, his face turning a delightful shade of red. "S-sir, I-I didn't mean to—"
I waved a hand, cutting him off. "Relax, dude. I'm just fucking with you. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got some... business to attend to," I said, winking at him.
The grunt looked from me to the girl, his eyes widening even more as he noticed her disheveled state. I could practically see the gears turning in his head, and I had to hold back a laugh. This was some prime-time comedy right here.
As we sauntered away from the flabbergasted grunt, a chuckle escaped me. He looked like he just witnessed a car crash—well, a cum-fueled car crash, that is. I let the lass take the lead, seeing as I was as lost as a fuckin' blindfolded mole down in these underground labs. It was a labyrinth of hallways and beige boring walls. I was half-expecting some mythical beast to pop out and scream, "Surprise, fucker!"
While we were ambling along, I noticed the girl's legs were shaking like a couple of jittery Jell-O cubes at a public speaking event. I lifted an eyebrow. "Hey, you cool, babe?" I asked, giving her a quick up-and-down. The lass looked pale, her forehead shimmering with sweat. Glancing back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and a fierce I'll-do-this attitude. "Y-yes, sir. I'm fine," she stammered, attempting a brave face, but failing miserably. Nah, babe, I'm not buying it. She looked like a tumble onto the cold, unforgiving floor was just moments away.
Before she could muster up a protest, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her back firmly against my chest. She gasped, startled, her body rigid for a fleeting moment before she softened and leaned into my embrace. "S-sir, people might see," she whispered, her voice hardly audible. I scoffed, rolling my eyes as if they were loose marbles. "Oh, come on. Like anyone here gives two fucks about what we're doing," I said, dripping with sarcasm. "Besides, they'd have to be blind not to notice the state you're in. You look like you've just done a marathon while having a vibrator shoved up your ass."
She half-choked, half-laughed at that, her cheeks blushing a shade of red to rival a ripe tomato. "Sir!" she exclaimed, her voice a blend of shock and humor. I smirked, my chest rumbling with a silent laugh. "What? Too soon?" I asked, winking her way. She shook her head, a sweet smile playing on her lips. "You're impossible, sir," she said, her voice gentle but warm. I shrugged, pulling her in closer. "Yeah, well, it's just one of my many endearing qualities," I said, fake-humility oozing from my tone. "Now, let's hustle and get you washed up before you start dripping cum like a leaky faucet."
Trying to control her giggles, she failed spectacularly, letting out several endearing snorts and chuckles that made me grin even wider. Her body shook with laughter, pressing against mine in a way that was both innocent and incredibly fucking arousing. Who knew laughter could be such a goddamn turn-on? "Shh, chill out, you madwoman," I said, amusement lacing my voice. "You're gonna make me drop you, and then where will we be?" She gazed up at me, her eyes filled with tears of mirth. "Probably on the floor, sir," she whispered. I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yeah, probably," I agreed, my grip tightening.
Turning a corner, we ran smack into another grunt. This guy was a scrawny, pimple-faced fuck who looked between us with darting eyes. The girl tensed up in my arms, her laughter vanishing like a puff of smoke. But me? I just fuckin' stared him down, a cocky smirk on my lips. "What's your deal, buddy?" I asked, my voice a low and dangerous whisper.
Sure, I was a ugly ass middle aged lame asshole, but that didn't make me any less fuckin' intimidating. The grunt's eyes bugged out, and with a squeaky, Pikachu-like voice, he apologized. "S-sorry, boss," he stuttered, then hustled away, his shoulders hunched and his head low.
I watched him scurry off like a frightened mouse, a sense of victorious vindication coursing through me. That's right, motherfucker; you better run—run as far away as you possibly can. The lass sighed, relief washing over her as she sagged against me.
"Thank you, sir," she said softly, genuine gratitude in her voice. I shrugged, my grip loosening slightly. "No problemo. Now, let's get you to that bathroom before you leave a cum trail like a fuckin' slug," I said, humor resounding in my tone.
She let out another involuntary laugh, her cheeks burning red once more. "Sir!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. "You're awful!" I grinned, winking at her. "Yeah, well, it's just one of my many, many imperfections," I said, my voice dripping with mock regret.
As we finally reached the bathroom door, I slowed to a stop, a mischievous smirk spreading across my face. "You know, I could always come in with you," I suggested, raising an eyebrow. "Make sure you clean up nicely and all that."
Her eyes widened in horror, her cheeks turning a shade of red so deep it was almost purple. "N-no, sir!" she stammered, her voice filled with panic. "I-I can do it myself!"
I chuckled, finding her flustered reaction fucking adorable. "You sure?" I asked, my voice laced with teasing. "I mean, I don't mind getting my hands dirty. Again."
She let out a squeak, her body trembling with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. "Sir! I-I'll be fine!" she insisted, her voice barely audible.
I shrugged, my smirk still firmly in place. "Suit yourself," I said, releasing my grip on her. "But if you need any... assistance, you know where to find me."
She nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "Yes, sir," she said, her voice soft but firm. And with that, she turned and bolted into the bathroom like her ass was on fire.
I watched her go, a sense of amusement washing over me. She was so fucking cute when she was flustered. It was like watching a little mouse trying to stand up to a lion. Adorable, but ultimately futile.
I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, crossing my arms over my chest. I had half a mind to transform into something small and sneaky—like a Ratatta or something—and slip into the bathroom unnoticed. But nah, I wasn't that much of a creep. Yet.
Instead, I settled for humming a jaunty tune, tapping my foot against the cold tile floor. I could hear the sounds of water running and the faint rustle of clothing as she cleaned herself up. It was strangely soothing, in a way. Like listening to a really fucked up ASMR video.
I glanced up at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting. I wondered what the rest of these Team Rocket morons were up to. Were they all sitting around, jerking off to their Pokédex entries, waiting for someone to tell them what to do? Or were they out there, stealing candy from babies and tripping over their own fucking feet? I hoped it was the latter. After all, a bunch of incompetent fuckwits was way more entertaining than a group of well-organized criminals.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom swung open, and out stepped the girl, looking fresh and clean. Well, as clean as one could look after being thoroughly fucked and covered in cum. Her hair was damp, her clothes slightly disheveled, but she had a determined look in her eyes.
"All clean, sir," she said, her voice soft but firm.
I looked her up and down, nodding in approval. "Much better," I said, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You almost look like a functional human being again."
She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I aim to please."
I grinned, pushing off from the wall and stretching my arms over my head. "And please you do. Now come on, Professor Fuji would still be waiting."
She blinked, her eyes widening as if she'd just remembered a long-forgotten appointment. "Oh yeah, we are so late," she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of panic and realization.
I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "Relax, I'm the boss. People need to wait for me. It's the way of the world, sweetheart." I spread my arms wide and whistled, gesturing for her to come closer.
She looked at me, confusion written all over her face. "What do I do?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain. "Does he need something?"
I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips. "Nah, just come here," I said, pulling her into my arms. "There. Good."
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes. "Ok..." she murmured, clearly unsure of what was happening.
I grinned, my hand sliding down to her ass. "Mmm, now this is what I'm talking about," I said, giving her a firm squeeze.
She let out a surprised yelp, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "Not ok..." she protested, her voice soft but determined. She squirmed in my arms, trying to wriggle free, but I held her tight.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that," I teased, my voice filled with amusement. "You know you like it."
She bit her lip, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and determination. "Sir, please..." she murmured, her voice barely audible.
I chuckled, giving her ass one last squeeze before releasing her. "Fine, fine. Be that way," I said, my voice laced with mock disappointment. "But don't say I didn't warn you. You're missing out on all the fun."
She let out a sigh of relief, her body sagging slightly as I let her go. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice soft and filled with gratitude. She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as she glanced up at me shyly.
"Um, sir..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "My... my parts are still sensitive from earlier. If you need, I can definitely service you with my mouth or hands... but in private, please." Her eyes flicked away, embarrassed yet determined.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Well, isn't that a tempting offer," I said, a grin spreading across my face. "You know how to make a guy feel special, don't you?"
She blushed even more, her eyes darting around nervously. "I-I just want to make you happy, sir," she stammered, her voice soft and sincere.
I clutched my heart, unable to handle the cuteness and determination that radiated from her. "Fuck, she's too good," I muttered to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. "She's supposed to be a grunt at Team Rocket of all places, but why the fuck is she so... moe?"
I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, patting her shoulder gently before leaning in to kiss her forehead. "You're something else, you know that?" I said, my voice laced with warmth. As I pulled back, I wiped away the tears of cuteness overload that had welled up in my eyes.
But then, I couldn't resist. I leaned in again, taking a playful bite of her cheek, just enough to make her squeak in surprise. "Mmm, you taste delicious," I teased, my voice filled with amusement.
She let out a startled giggle, her hand flying up to cover her cheek. "Sir! Its not a good thing to do!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and laughter.
I grinned, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "What? Can't a guy show his appreciation for a good girl?" I asked, winking at her.
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Sorry for the late update.
And it seems that If I don't ask you guys for power stone, most of ya fellas don't give it at all.....(I am sad............)