Week 24, EARLY Monday moring
Spindle drags the last of his toolboxes into his room at Whiteoak.
"Looks like you have the room to yourself?" Tripper sits on the desk chair, he petite legs crossed. The Goblin girl works a file across her fingernails.
"Dunno. Haven't seen skyscraper boy for a while, and almost all of his shit is gone," Spindle looks up at the image of Tesla glaring down at him. "You know, you really shouldn't have dragged your sorry ass here. It's done and over, right?"
Tripper shrugs. "Delayed. Business is business. You don't want to make use of what I brought to the deal anymore, that's your dick's loss. Besides," she grins at him, "I've grown rather fond of you.."
Spindle frowns. "Tripper? Fuck off."
"I'd love to," she says standing, "But your Boggan bitch would get her panties into a Gordian knot if we did." Shrugging into her coat, she gives him a pointy-toothed leer. "I need to get going anyway. Derricks might have a huge cock, but he can't find his balls with a guiding hand."
The Nocker opens the door for her without a second's hesitation. "Fine. Great. Whatever. Get out."
Walking to the open door, motorcycle helmet under her arm, she looks right at Spindle. Tripper stops before him, the smell of sweat and oil and babypowder strong and cloying. She lightly runs violet fingernails along his cheek in a caress. "Believe it or not? I only faked it twice."
Then the Goblin is out the door. "Be seeing you, Spindle Shanks."
Spindle breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door on the sultry Goblin girl. Should have introduced her to Travis.
"Looks like you have the room to yourself?" Tripper sits on the desk chair, he petite legs crossed. The Goblin girl works a file across her fingernails.
"Dunno. Haven't seen skyscraper boy for a while, and almost all of his shit is gone," Spindle looks up at the image of Tesla glaring down at him. "You know, you really shouldn't have dragged your sorry ass here. It's done and over, right?"
Tripper shrugs. "Delayed. Business is business. You don't want to make use of what I brought to the deal anymore, that's your dick's loss. Besides," she grins at him, "I've grown rather fond of you.."
Spindle frowns. "Tripper? Fuck off."
"I'd love to," she says standing, "But your Boggan bitch would get her panties into a Gordian knot if we did." Shrugging into her coat, she gives him a pointy-toothed leer. "I need to get going anyway. Derricks might have a huge cock, but he can't find his balls with a guiding hand."
The Nocker opens the door for her without a second's hesitation. "Fine. Great. Whatever. Get out."
Walking to the open door, motorcycle helmet under her arm, she looks right at Spindle. Tripper stops before him, the smell of sweat and oil and babypowder strong and cloying. She lightly runs violet fingernails along his cheek in a caress. "Believe it or not? I only faked it twice."
Then the Goblin is out the door. "Be seeing you, Spindle Shanks."
Spindle breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door on the sultry Goblin girl. Should have introduced her to Travis.