In Soviet Russia the chairs wheel you!

[iwiwal]

♥ Just another day in the Nexus for Lust, routinely patrolling the area for alchemists and other such victims. The street where she stumbled onto Jean is most definitely on her list of regular stops. Always hopeful...

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[iwiwal]

♥ "'Something' is quite vague. Of course I do, but it may not be exactly what you have in mind." She smiles. I mean, come on; it's a chair. She can't see how that could work to any benefit. With the chair's contents however....

[outofthegame]

"Whatever you want, Gorgeous" The chair doesn't seem think she could have any interest in its contents and it doesn't matter because at least Lust is feigning interest in it.

Jean isn't saying anything, he's trying to ignore what's going on, since there really isn't anything he can do to stop it.

[iwiwal]

♥ Lust leans onto the arms of the wheelchair and strokes her index fingers along it to keep it happy and cooperative. She leans into Jean's ear and throatily suggests, "How about a lap dance?" What else could work on a chair?

[outofthegame]

The wheelchair likes that, please keep up with the touching Lust. "That sounds real nice"

Jean on the other hand is doing his best to lean away from Lust. "Just leave me alone" he mutters, lacking any emotion, even his usual anger toward her.

[iwiwal]

♥ Poor Jean is shutting down; Lust wants to bring back his awareness. She wraps one hand tightly around the arm of the chair while she drapes the other over Jean's shoulder and tangles it in the hair at his nape. There's enough room fer her to slip one knee up onto his chair and half straddle him.

[outofthegame]

Jean does his best to pull his head free, but pulling it forward only leads to having a face full of Lust and he really can't shake her off with the side to side motion. Finally, he reaches back with one hand to attempt to remove it, but that will only work if Lust lets it work, since she's stronger than he is.

[iwiwal]

♥ She's not to be swayed so easily, and the way she sees it, he's better off holding on for the ride. She knows the rhythm, pressing her body against him in waves and giving him an occasional face full of breasts.

[outofthegame]

Jean shuts his eyes, trying to ignore it all. He can't completely, because even with his eyes close he can still feel her rubbing against his chest as she moves up and down or on his face when she presses her breasts into them. He can't tell if anything is going on down there, but his breathing is slightly off.