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Twenty-Six Fifty
Fandom: The Middleman
Pairing: Middleman/Wendy Watson
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: corset, chase scene, posing as a hooker, sit like a lady, Car sex
Summary: Written for the Porn Battle XII! Wendy didn’t mind going undercover…but this time…she had some issues…
Author's Note: A special thanks goes out to nocturnalrites for helping me with this fic! You are so awesome hon! *hugsies*
Twenty-Six Fifty
Wendy Watson frowned as she tugged at the bust line of the super tight corset. She usually thrived on undercover work but this time, she just felt…cheap. Maybe it was the fact she was standing on a dirty street corner, posing as a hooker and she had only had two bites…and they had both been lost. One had been looking for the interstate and the other had been looking for an IHOP.
She sighed and brought her wrist communicator to her lips. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Boss Man.”
“Senator Maguffin should show up anytime, Dubbie,” the Middleman replied. “Chin up.”
“Right, like I’ve got a choice with my boobs right under it!”
He was silent for a moment. “I trust you’re speaking metaphorically, Dubbie.”
“Uh, have you seen my boobs in this?”
“Enjoy them while they’re still perky, Meatbag,” Ida broke in. “They’re going to be at your knees in about twenty years.”
“HEY!” Wendy cried.
“Ignore her, Dubbie," the Middleman put in hastily. "Your breasts are perfect.”
“Thanks, Boss,” she purred.
Wendy was about to make a dirty remark to him just to annoy Ida when a car rounded the corner, slowing as it moved in her direction. She tried not to make a face when she saw the man behind the wheel as he stopped in front of her. It looked like someone beat him long and hard with an ugly stick. The Maguffin? The Maguffins were an alien family that was an alien edition of the Kennedys and their young heir apparent had skipped town to party on Earth. The head of the family had called the Middleman for help, asking for discretion in finding his misbehaving son and sending him home before news broke out about his wild ways.
While on Earth, the Maguffins adopted human disguises to fit in. They adopted ordinary appearances with the exception of their eyes; they were the color of quicksilver. But the Senator had a flaw; a thing for hookers. The last couple of times he had come to Earth, he had visited this part of town, which is why she was on this corner in her sluttiest get up. As Wendy got a closer look at the driver, she sincerely hoped that he was not the Maguffin. She sauntered up to his car and tried not to grimace while he looked her up and down.
She plastered a grin on her face and hoped it didn’t come off as scary. “Hey there…handsome, looking to party?”
“How much?”
“Depends.” She played coy, hoping to get a better look at his face.
He looked her up and down again and she noticed his eyes were a normal brown color. He was human. “Twenty-six fifty.”
All her patience evaporated at the low quote and something inside her snapped. “TWENTY SIX DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS? ARE YOU [BLEEP]-ING INSANE?! I’M [BLEEP]-ING WORTH [BLEEP]-ING MORE THAN TWENTY [BLEEP]-ING SIX [BLEEP]-ING FIFTY!”
“Crazy bitch,” Ugly said, stomping on the gas.
“I’LL GIVE YOU CRAZY!” she cried, chasing after his car.
She kept up for a block before her feet were screaming in pain. Damn high heels. Wendy paused, hunched over, breathing hard. A car pulled alongside the sidewalk and she looked up into the smiling face of the Middleman.
“Evening, ma’am,” he drawled with an easy smile, “Can I give you a ride?”
“Depends, sailor,” she replied, imitating his tone as she moved to his car. “How much do you want to spend?”
He opened the door for her and she slid into the passenger seat and pointed a warning finger at him. “And I swear to God, if you say twenty-six fifty, I may have to rabbit punch you in the sternum.”
The Middleman’s husky chuckle filled the car as he pulled away from the sidewalk and down the street.
“Sorry about that, Boss,” Wendy sighed. “I totally blew that one.”
“Fret not, Dubbie,” he replied. “While you were burning your corner, I apprehended Senator Maguffin a block away, about to do the horizontal tango with another lady of the night. I tried to call you on your communicator but apparently you were in…” A smile crossed his lips, “pursuit.”
“Thank God!” The Middle-Apprentice exclaimed and relaxed back in her seat, her legs falling open in a very unladylike manner. She could practically hear her mother now, Wendy! You’re supposed to sit like a lady while you’re wearing a skirt! But her mother wasn’t here and she was tired. Besides, she noticed the Middleman having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Deliberately, she slouched down in her seat to make her skirt ride up a little more.
“See anything you like?” she teased, trailing her fingers seductively up her thighs.
He glanced over at her and took her in, from the expanse of her bare legs to her breasts that were practically spilling out of her corset. “I see many things I like, Dubbie.” His eyes lingered on her breasts before trailing down to her open thighs in appreciation.
“Really?” She dropped her voice down to a seductive tone and reached across the car, her hand sliding up his thigh to caress his cock, finding it hard.
“Easy there, Dubbie,” the Middleman warned, “Safety first; we’re in a moving vehicle.”
She chuckled and pumped her hand up his shaft slowly and smiled as he growled deep in his throat. Wendy felt her core clench in response. The Middlemobile pulled into the garage and The Middleman cut the engine. Then in the blink of an eye, he moved his seat back and pulled her into his lap and kissed her hard. Wendy kissed him back just as fiercely and ground herself against him. He growled again, this time into her mouth and it sent thrills down her spine, her bruised ego smoothed as she felt his erection hard against her pelvis.
They had only been lovers for a couple of months but she loved that she could drive him this crazy; enjoying the more primal side of her usually straight laced Boss. Within minutes, the front eyelet hooks of her corset were undone to her rib cage, her miniskirt was around her hips, and she was panty-less. Where they went, she still wasn’t quite sure, and at this point, she really didn’t give a flying Maguffin.
Her hands went to his fly, nimbly pulling down the zipper, and carefully pulling out his cock. His hand cupped her cheek and she raised her eyes to his and found them dark with desire. The Middleman brought his lips to hers and she poised his tip at her entrance before sinking down onto his shaft. Wendy broke their kiss as a moan escaped her lips. Her eyes drifted shut as she began to move her hips at a slow pace.
His hands found her hips and gripped tight, pulling her down, taking him in deeper. The car filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and her breathy moans and Wendy picked up her pace, moving faster as his mouth found her breasts. He sucked at her erect nipple as his hand drifted down from her hip. When his thumb brushed her clitoris, a gasp tore from her throat. She wove her hands into his hair, needing something to hold on to.
“Boss…” she whimpered, hips moving hard and erratically as he worked her clit. She felt an orgasm building, her walls clamping tight around his cock.
“Come for me, Wendy,” he murmured in her ear, then dropped his mouth to her neck, his teeth gently scoring across her skin as he surged his hips up to meet hers.
Her orgasm came swiftly and brought him along with her. Wendy rested her head against his shoulder, trembling in the afterglow.
“Dubbie?”
“Hmm?”
His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. "You're definitely worth more than twenty-six fifty."
Happy Reading!
PS: More thanks to nocturnalrites for being so awesome!
Also: the title for this story was heavily inspired by this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kwfYwGXDFA
Pairing: Middleman/Wendy Watson
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: corset, chase scene, posing as a hooker, sit like a lady, Car sex
Summary: Written for the Porn Battle XII! Wendy didn’t mind going undercover…but this time…she had some issues…
Author's Note: A special thanks goes out to nocturnalrites for helping me with this fic! You are so awesome hon! *hugsies*
Twenty-Six Fifty
Wendy Watson frowned as she tugged at the bust line of the super tight corset. She usually thrived on undercover work but this time, she just felt…cheap. Maybe it was the fact she was standing on a dirty street corner, posing as a hooker and she had only had two bites…and they had both been lost. One had been looking for the interstate and the other had been looking for an IHOP.
She sighed and brought her wrist communicator to her lips. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Boss Man.”
“Senator Maguffin should show up anytime, Dubbie,” the Middleman replied. “Chin up.”
“Right, like I’ve got a choice with my boobs right under it!”
He was silent for a moment. “I trust you’re speaking metaphorically, Dubbie.”
“Uh, have you seen my boobs in this?”
“Enjoy them while they’re still perky, Meatbag,” Ida broke in. “They’re going to be at your knees in about twenty years.”
“HEY!” Wendy cried.
“Ignore her, Dubbie," the Middleman put in hastily. "Your breasts are perfect.”
“Thanks, Boss,” she purred.
Wendy was about to make a dirty remark to him just to annoy Ida when a car rounded the corner, slowing as it moved in her direction. She tried not to make a face when she saw the man behind the wheel as he stopped in front of her. It looked like someone beat him long and hard with an ugly stick. The Maguffin? The Maguffins were an alien family that was an alien edition of the Kennedys and their young heir apparent had skipped town to party on Earth. The head of the family had called the Middleman for help, asking for discretion in finding his misbehaving son and sending him home before news broke out about his wild ways.
While on Earth, the Maguffins adopted human disguises to fit in. They adopted ordinary appearances with the exception of their eyes; they were the color of quicksilver. But the Senator had a flaw; a thing for hookers. The last couple of times he had come to Earth, he had visited this part of town, which is why she was on this corner in her sluttiest get up. As Wendy got a closer look at the driver, she sincerely hoped that he was not the Maguffin. She sauntered up to his car and tried not to grimace while he looked her up and down.
She plastered a grin on her face and hoped it didn’t come off as scary. “Hey there…handsome, looking to party?”
“How much?”
“Depends.” She played coy, hoping to get a better look at his face.
He looked her up and down again and she noticed his eyes were a normal brown color. He was human. “Twenty-six fifty.”
All her patience evaporated at the low quote and something inside her snapped. “TWENTY SIX DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS? ARE YOU [BLEEP]-ING INSANE?! I’M [BLEEP]-ING WORTH [BLEEP]-ING MORE THAN TWENTY [BLEEP]-ING SIX [BLEEP]-ING FIFTY!”
“Crazy bitch,” Ugly said, stomping on the gas.
“I’LL GIVE YOU CRAZY!” she cried, chasing after his car.
She kept up for a block before her feet were screaming in pain. Damn high heels. Wendy paused, hunched over, breathing hard. A car pulled alongside the sidewalk and she looked up into the smiling face of the Middleman.
“Evening, ma’am,” he drawled with an easy smile, “Can I give you a ride?”
“Depends, sailor,” she replied, imitating his tone as she moved to his car. “How much do you want to spend?”
He opened the door for her and she slid into the passenger seat and pointed a warning finger at him. “And I swear to God, if you say twenty-six fifty, I may have to rabbit punch you in the sternum.”
The Middleman’s husky chuckle filled the car as he pulled away from the sidewalk and down the street.
“Sorry about that, Boss,” Wendy sighed. “I totally blew that one.”
“Fret not, Dubbie,” he replied. “While you were burning your corner, I apprehended Senator Maguffin a block away, about to do the horizontal tango with another lady of the night. I tried to call you on your communicator but apparently you were in…” A smile crossed his lips, “pursuit.”
“Thank God!” The Middle-Apprentice exclaimed and relaxed back in her seat, her legs falling open in a very unladylike manner. She could practically hear her mother now, Wendy! You’re supposed to sit like a lady while you’re wearing a skirt! But her mother wasn’t here and she was tired. Besides, she noticed the Middleman having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Deliberately, she slouched down in her seat to make her skirt ride up a little more.
“See anything you like?” she teased, trailing her fingers seductively up her thighs.
He glanced over at her and took her in, from the expanse of her bare legs to her breasts that were practically spilling out of her corset. “I see many things I like, Dubbie.” His eyes lingered on her breasts before trailing down to her open thighs in appreciation.
“Really?” She dropped her voice down to a seductive tone and reached across the car, her hand sliding up his thigh to caress his cock, finding it hard.
“Easy there, Dubbie,” the Middleman warned, “Safety first; we’re in a moving vehicle.”
She chuckled and pumped her hand up his shaft slowly and smiled as he growled deep in his throat. Wendy felt her core clench in response. The Middlemobile pulled into the garage and The Middleman cut the engine. Then in the blink of an eye, he moved his seat back and pulled her into his lap and kissed her hard. Wendy kissed him back just as fiercely and ground herself against him. He growled again, this time into her mouth and it sent thrills down her spine, her bruised ego smoothed as she felt his erection hard against her pelvis.
They had only been lovers for a couple of months but she loved that she could drive him this crazy; enjoying the more primal side of her usually straight laced Boss. Within minutes, the front eyelet hooks of her corset were undone to her rib cage, her miniskirt was around her hips, and she was panty-less. Where they went, she still wasn’t quite sure, and at this point, she really didn’t give a flying Maguffin.
Her hands went to his fly, nimbly pulling down the zipper, and carefully pulling out his cock. His hand cupped her cheek and she raised her eyes to his and found them dark with desire. The Middleman brought his lips to hers and she poised his tip at her entrance before sinking down onto his shaft. Wendy broke their kiss as a moan escaped her lips. Her eyes drifted shut as she began to move her hips at a slow pace.
His hands found her hips and gripped tight, pulling her down, taking him in deeper. The car filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and her breathy moans and Wendy picked up her pace, moving faster as his mouth found her breasts. He sucked at her erect nipple as his hand drifted down from her hip. When his thumb brushed her clitoris, a gasp tore from her throat. She wove her hands into his hair, needing something to hold on to.
“Boss…” she whimpered, hips moving hard and erratically as he worked her clit. She felt an orgasm building, her walls clamping tight around his cock.
“Come for me, Wendy,” he murmured in her ear, then dropped his mouth to her neck, his teeth gently scoring across her skin as he surged his hips up to meet hers.
Her orgasm came swiftly and brought him along with her. Wendy rested her head against his shoulder, trembling in the afterglow.
“Dubbie?”
“Hmm?”
His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. "You're definitely worth more than twenty-six fifty."
Happy Reading!
PS: More thanks to nocturnalrites for being so awesome!
Also: the title for this story was heavily inspired by this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kwfYwGXDFA