Dr. Girlfriend/Brock With Undressing and Self Love, R
anonymous
November 13 2009, 15:43:47 UTC
It wasn't easy arching the Ventures from a closet.
No, that wasn't right. It wasn't easy arching the Ventures at all. It wasn't like they were smart or powerful or even competent. But they had one hell of a bodyguard and just enough working science left over from the former Dr. Venture to protect their compound.
Which was why Dr. Girlfriend was stuck in a closet. With someone coming into the room. Great, just great. It was bad enough that crouching down to peer out the keyhole was starting to put a strain on her thighs. Now how long was she gonna have to sit here? And there was something sharp digging into her ass.
Oh shit. Through the keyhole, Dr. Girlfriend could see the Swedish murder machine himself. Brock Samson. Brock Samson who had foiled their plans almost every time. Killed countless henchman. Destroyed the cocoon...
Brock Samson who was undressing. Oh, oh, wait a minute. Dr. Girlfriend licked her lips. What was the worst that would happen if he found her hiding in his closet? Throw her out? Big freaking deal. May as well enjoy herself while she was here. The man was walking eye candy, after all.
Oh, that back. It was like the great Northern Plain. Probably registered seismic activity when his muscles slid together. And he was stretching. Shirtless and stretching. The waistband of his jeans dipped a little and Dr. Girlfriend decided that one of the sexiest spots on Brock Samson's body was the small of his back. She just wanted to lick it. His shoulders, too. Oh, and the line of his shoulder blades....
Dr. Girlfriend was starting to get all hot and bothered. Damn it all! This was not how she planned on spending her Monday evening. They were supposed to be arching. It was registered with the Guild and everything.
Oh crap, there went the pants.
So that's what Brock Samson wears under his jeans. Tight briefs. They clung to his ass like a second skin. An ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She could just imagine what it would feel like in her hands. Or with her legs wrapped around it....
Great, she was going to end up giving herself a lube job in Brock's Samson's closet on an official arching mission. Very professional, very classy that. Ugh, and what was she going to tell Monarch later on?
But she couldn't help herself. He was hot. And she shifted just a little, and her hand slipped under her skirt and Samson was bending over to shuck off those tight little briefs of his and Dr. Girlfriend shuddered. That ass, that ass, that beautiful ass! She wanted to bite it.
She must have made a noise. Samson turned like one of those dogs on TV. He stood on point. Well, almost all on point. So the rumors were true. She didn't have much time to think anything else, as the closet door was flung open and light spilled in. So there they were. Brock Samson, villain killer extraordinaire, stark naked. Dr. Girlfriend, arch villain extraordinaire, her skirt hiked up and her hand in her panties.
"What the hell?" Samson's tone was one of disbelief and frustration, rather than rage. "I thought you people left like...ten minutes ago. And what the hell are you doing?"
With her hand retrieved from her pants and her skirt pulled down, Dr. Girlfriend stood up, flushing. Oh god he was still naked. And it was huge.
"Oh boy, talk about embarrassing. Yeah, this is exactly what it looks like," she admitted. "Let's just keep this between us, and I'll...just go home. I can let myself out."
"I think that'd be a good idea...stop staring at my junk!"
Dr. Girlfriend somehow managed to resist copping a feel when she shoved by Samson to leave.
Re: Dr. Girlfriend/Brock With Undressing and Self Love, R
anonymous
November 16 2009, 23:27:27 UTC
Wow, great job. This was pretty much what I came to request, so I had to think of something new, haha. Thanks! You have Dr. Girlfriend's internal monologue down really well, very IC.
No, that wasn't right. It wasn't easy arching the Ventures at all. It wasn't like they were smart or powerful or even competent. But they had one hell of a bodyguard and just enough working science left over from the former Dr. Venture to protect their compound.
Which was why Dr. Girlfriend was stuck in a closet. With someone coming into the room. Great, just great. It was bad enough that crouching down to peer out the keyhole was starting to put a strain on her thighs. Now how long was she gonna have to sit here? And there was something sharp digging into her ass.
Oh shit. Through the keyhole, Dr. Girlfriend could see the Swedish murder machine himself. Brock Samson. Brock Samson who had foiled their plans almost every time. Killed countless henchman. Destroyed the cocoon...
Brock Samson who was undressing. Oh, oh, wait a minute. Dr. Girlfriend licked her lips. What was the worst that would happen if he found her hiding in his closet? Throw her out? Big freaking deal. May as well enjoy herself while she was here. The man was walking eye candy, after all.
Oh, that back. It was like the great Northern Plain. Probably registered seismic activity when his muscles slid together. And he was stretching. Shirtless and stretching. The waistband of his jeans dipped a little and Dr. Girlfriend decided that one of the sexiest spots on Brock Samson's body was the small of his back. She just wanted to lick it. His shoulders, too. Oh, and the line of his shoulder blades....
Dr. Girlfriend was starting to get all hot and bothered. Damn it all! This was not how she planned on spending her Monday evening. They were supposed to be arching. It was registered with the Guild and everything.
Oh crap, there went the pants.
So that's what Brock Samson wears under his jeans. Tight briefs. They clung to his ass like a second skin. An ass you could bounce a quarter off of. She could just imagine what it would feel like in her hands. Or with her legs wrapped around it....
Great, she was going to end up giving herself a lube job in Brock's Samson's closet on an official arching mission. Very professional, very classy that. Ugh, and what was she going to tell Monarch later on?
But she couldn't help herself. He was hot. And she shifted just a little, and her hand slipped under her skirt and Samson was bending over to shuck off those tight little briefs of his and Dr. Girlfriend shuddered. That ass, that ass, that beautiful ass! She wanted to bite it.
She must have made a noise. Samson turned like one of those dogs on TV. He stood on point. Well, almost all on point. So the rumors were true. She didn't have much time to think anything else, as the closet door was flung open and light spilled in. So there they were. Brock Samson, villain killer extraordinaire, stark naked. Dr. Girlfriend, arch villain extraordinaire, her skirt hiked up and her hand in her panties.
"What the hell?" Samson's tone was one of disbelief and frustration, rather than rage. "I thought you people left like...ten minutes ago. And what the hell are you doing?"
With her hand retrieved from her pants and her skirt pulled down, Dr. Girlfriend stood up, flushing. Oh god he was still naked. And it was huge.
"Oh boy, talk about embarrassing. Yeah, this is exactly what it looks like," she admitted. "Let's just keep this between us, and I'll...just go home. I can let myself out."
"I think that'd be a good idea...stop staring at my junk!"
Dr. Girlfriend somehow managed to resist copping a feel when she shoved by Samson to leave.
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