Story Notes:
Ah yes I'm pretty excited about this one. I tried to emulate the style of my favorite story here on AGNPH. (Pokemon Lover Studios) But that quickly changed as I turned it into my own style, sort of. In order to acheive this story, I read over my four favorite stories a few times to gather information on how they write n' such. (Those four being #1 Pokemon Lover Studios by Sigmaweapon, #2 Lazuli Island by Matt and Pokegirl, #3 Coordination by Yarid, and #4 The Breeder by Vidmaster. None of which have updated in the past forever, I have a theory behind that though. Sigmaweapon was taking a walk and got hit by a car and died. Matt and Pokegirl, who were driving the car, fled to cuba so they wouldnt get arrested, and now they have no internet. Yarid, who was Sigmaweapon's best friend went to tell the police but Vidmaster killed him and now he's in cuba too so he wont get arrested.)Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Flashback
"Well, Mr. Serif, I'm not quite sure what I should be looking for."
"Anything out of the ordinary. I mean, you examine eyes all the time. Is there something different about them, something tiny ?"
"Besides the abnormal color, your eyes are no different than anyone else's. Not sure why you're wearing glasses though, your vision is great."
"They're fake, I like the look though. You know what they say, glasses make you look smarter."
Will's optometrist couldn't help but chuckle. "Who am I to argue with that logic?"
Will walked the main street of Eminence. He did so almost everyday, a habit he had developed over time.
It's been about 3 months now, big jump, I know, but you didn't miss a whole lot. I'll give you a little recap. We've gotten 13 small, and 2 large anti-pokephilia groups, with me overseeing each operation. The nervous feeling is gone, when you have 16 clean operations in a row, you start to get kind of confident. All that success aside, we've still been having some issues. After we took Clayton down, things got difficult. Even in jail, he's working his connections and relaying information to other anti-pokephilia groups. They know it was a setup, but they can't prove it. We made sure of that. Even so, most of the higher ups of anti-pokephilia are getting cautious, really cautious. Out of our list of 11, Clayton included, we've only gotten three. They've gone into hiding, running their operations behind the scenes and leaving almost no trace of their actions. I think it's got Salem worried. He says the way they're doing it is "too smart." Too "well thought out" and "organized," almost as if someone is leading them. If there's someone that smart, controlling these guys from behind the scenes, we might be in trouble. It's just a theory though, we haven't found any evidence at all. Regardless, things have been going kind of well.
"Hi, Will." A familiar group of pokemon called from the opposite side of the street. Will smiled and waved.
Jenna, Dolly, Tracey, and Bella. You'd be surprised how quickly you get to know people down here, especially when you're me. It's the eyes; I still don't know what it is about them. Speaking of, I get a lot of downtime when I'm not running operations, plenty of time to test things. For one, they don't work on humans. I tried on Vivian to stop her from being an ass, it didn't work. I don't know if it works males...I've been too scared to try. They don't work on the same pokemon immediately after they've been under its effect. I haven't figured out the exact timing, but generally I'm able to use it on the pokemon again after about a day. Glass, plastic, anything will stop the hypnotic effect, but unless they're hidden completely, they still draw a lot of attention from pokemon. These glasses help a lot, small, rectangular, frameless, they look cool and they don't get me raped, as much. Colored contacts seem to block the effect completely, but I don't want to have to take them out every time I use my eyes. Yes, I use them sometimes, for all sorts of things. Regrettably, once on someone I shouldn't have. Tell you about it later... Oh, you know that entrance Kelly told me about? Yeah, it still isn't done yet. When she said it was almost done, that was relative to how long it's been worked on. They've been working on it for a year and a half. It's the biggest project to date, one large railway that connects every entrance and every train here in the club. The club actually has quite a few trains, 21 to be exact. Each of the club's 42 entrances lead to one of 2 railways. One railway leads to a 'safe' area, the other is the one I took my first time here, and we all know where that leads. The third will connect them all and ultimately lead right here into Eminence. The only reason it hadn't already been constructed is that Salem actually built the city second, the club area came first. After getting quite a few requests, he realized he would need this third train, and it's been in production ever since. It's a lot of information to swallow, I know, but there's even more. I need a drink, though.
Having explored vast amounts of the city in his free time, Will knew all the best places. One of his favorite hangouts was a night club called the 'Fruitbar." At first, it confused Will that there would be clubs in the city when basically they have something of a massive club already, but there was a reason. Unlike the Club, clubs in the city adhered to standard laws, meaning no unexpected rape or anything like that, perfect when Will wanted to relax.
Like a standard strip club, it was dark. Circular, white clothed tables were strewn about with no real organization or pattern. It had its bar and bartender, as well as its elevated stage with three separate poles, two for minor dancers and the one in the center for the main attraction.
At 6 in the evening, the place didn't have much business, just a few scattered men and pokemon drinking the day away. The best dancers didn't start coming in until 9. Will didn't mind, he was content with the calm atmosphere, the slow dance/porn music in the background, and the two minor dancers - a blaziken and a medicham - he knew personally.
The waitresses wore playboy buneary outfits, fishnet stockings and thin tops going up to each pokemon's breast line, even though most had breasts to speak of. Each outfit was custom colored and tailored for the pokemon wearing it, ears and shoes optional. Sometimes it worked, like in the case of the zangoose, and sometimes it looked weird, like with the hypno girl.
And yet it's always hot. Could just be me though, I am a bit of perv after all.
"Well look who it is." Will was focused on the dancers. He hadn't noticed an old friend sneak up on him. "You're here awfully early today."
Will spent more time in the Fruitbar than he cared to admit. He knew every girl by name, and that voice was unforgettable.
"Delilah."
"Ah, ah, ah, you know my work name."
"Sorry. Cheri." It was the theme of the club, each girl named after a berry. Cheri was a miltank, the first girl Will met at the Fruitbar. As usual, she wore a custom black outfit with four individual holes for her teats. She was a bit bigger than the average miltank, four feet tall or so, meaning she had much more leg to fill the fishnets. Will thought it looked kind of cute, at first, but the notion of 'cute' disappeared when he discovered her real personality. Underneath her sexy exterior, she was tough, kinky, and one probably the smartest girl working at the Fruitbar. Will could always come to her for advice or just a nice talk.
She's like a hot, kinky mom that serves drinks in a playboy outfit, and I'm totally okay with that. She's also number 11.
"Hey Cheri, can I ask you something?"
Cheri hopped up on a chair and got comfortable. "Shoot."
"How do you know if a girl likes you? I mean you're a girl and I kinda figured you would know because...yeah."
"Aw, is my little Willy poo in love?"
"Kind of..."
"Come on, let's be honest here. Who doesn't like you?"
"Let's just say I'm not me for a second."
"Well I hope you two have an open relationship, otherwise there won't be any room for me, but we'll save that for later. How does she act around you, a little fidgety, nervous, distant?"
"Definitely that last one."
"How long have you known her?"
"Years."
"You guys hang out a lot?"
"Not anymore."
"Does she...know about everything you do here?"
"Not at all..."
"That could be a problem. You might want to tell her as soon as possible. Either way, each girl is different, but there are a few common gestures to look out for. She could be fidgety or nervous around you. If she's being particularly distant and ignoring you, then she could be playing hard to get, but not always. Be careful with that one, if you're wrong she'll just think you're some kind of stalker. Now I'm going to assume you haven't tried asking her yet."
"Well I don't want to risk our friendship."
"Well with that attitude you won't get anywhere. Maybe she has feelings for you too. Here's a nice little tip. If she isn't opening up, you have to, little by little. Hint at it, give her subtle clues that you like her. If she's sharp, she'll pick up on them and realize what you're trying to tell her. Do it this way, and if it turns out she doesn't like you, you can deny you were ever interested, if you were subtle enough. And if she doesn't pick up on it, you're probably just wasting your time, after all, there are a million girls out there, and trust me when I say you'll get the pick of litter. If none of them work out, you've always got a nice gal waiting for you right here." Cheri added a wink to her last statement. Will couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, Cheri."
"No problem, hon. And while we're on the subject, hows about you me have a little fun in the dressing room. After all, if you and your girl get together, this may be the last time I see you."
"I'm pretty sure that's one of the few things you aren't allowed to do on the job."
"Oh please, Pecha's on waitress duty too, and I don't think she's going to need much help at this time of day. Come on, no one has to know."
"If you insist."
"Come around back."
To avoid suspicion, Cheri had Will enter through the Fruitbar's backdoor. Of course, none of the girls would ever rat on Will, but entering through the back was a surefire way to avoid Cheri's boss.
At that time of day, Cheri could count on the dressing room being deserted. It always was the perfect place to do the nasty on payroll, even if the other girls were there.
"Only one question remains, Will. Do you want the outfit on or off?"
"I'd say 'on,' but I wouldn't want to ruin your work clothes."
"What, these old things? I got a million of them. On it is then." Cheri jumped into the nearest chair, spreading her legs wide open for Will to see. "I made this just for you." She reached down her front, feeling around for the small alteration she made in her own costume. It didn't take long to find. Her 'fingers' spread apart a small slit over her vagina. Normally invisible, the tiny slit was excellent for quick and dirty encounters.
"For me? You shouldn't have."
"Cut the small talk, cut the foreplay, and just fuck me already."
Will knew never to argue with Cheri, she always won. He had long since removed his pants and tossed them into a nearby chair, along with his underwear. He also knew never to make Cheri wait. She didn't like to be teased.
No poking, prodding, or rubbing, Will simply jammed himself into Cheri, just the way she wanted. Her cunt always gripped tight at the first thrust and usually, it wouldn't let up. It suited Will just fine. He wasted little time, pulling himself free in a long drawn out motion. He could always tell he was doing well as Cheri emitted moans as long as his motions.
As per Cheri's usual desire, Will pulled till the on the verge of exiting before thrusting back in to her. He proceeded in this fashion at a solid pace, listening for Cheri's distinct sounds and moans. He adjusted himself each thrust, probing every inch of Cheri's depths for her one special spot.
You know I thought I knew where it was, but I SWEAR it moves.
It didn't take long to find it. A particularly loud and shuddering moan indicated Will had poked it. From there, he knew what to do. Holding Cheri's meaty legs in hand, he increased speed, focusing his thrusts one her most sensitive of areas. Once he got going, it was impossible to stop him, not that Cheri minded. The moment he found her special spot, she didn't care what he did, so long as he kept at it. She knew he would.
Cheri held her arms over her head, wrapping them around the back of chair. She would need the grip soon enough. Will dug his fingers into the soft fat of her legs. As time went on, his grip would grow tighter and tighter as he thrust faster and faster in to her tight, wet depths. Cheri couldn't hold back her own moans. Will hit her g-spot with every thrust, in turn causing her cunt to grip him harder, serving only to make him slam harder. It was an infinite loop of pleasure and they both enjoyed every second of it.
Will moved Cheri with the strength of his thrusts, farther and farther up the chair. His unrestrained, heavy pounding usually had that effect. She held on as best she could, but with pleasure overtaking her mind, she quickly forgot about it. Not that it mattered. With a very tight grip on her legs, Will pulled Cheri in to his thrusts. Control of the situation was his. Cheri knew first hand how well Will could please a woman. Letting him go on by himself was never a bad idea. Completely absorbed by pleasure, any semblance of dignity and restraint was lost to her. She screamed in to the air, her body flaccid, as she subjugated her self to her own sexual cravings.
As fast as he was going, Will remained calm. Cheri, on the other hand, was close. Will could always tell due to her abnormally loud moans, slight shivers, and the fact that her tongue hung out the side of her mouth. That was a dead giveaway. In no time, Cheri's leg stiffened, her body trembled, and she threw her head back in ecstasy as she came. Will held his composure as her cunt suddenly tightened around his length. Several spasms shook Cheri's body as several gushes of her juices followed. Her walls twitched and convulsed on Will's member in an effort to shake free the pent up seed inside, but to no avail. Cheri hadn't noticed, her own orgasm overpowering her senses and dulling all rational though. Will always made her cum harder than anyone else. She had no idea what is was, but thinking about it was pointless.
Cheri's moans and spasms weakened. Her legs became flaccid as her orgasm died down. Will let her lie slouched in the chair as he looked over her panting form. It Cheri a minute to realize something.
"I must be getting old." She managed to say through her pants. "You didn't cum."
He chuckled. "When you have sex as much as me, you get quite a bit of endurance. But don't worry, I probably will, you too in a minute."
Cheri didn't have time to question him as he quickly rubbed up and down her stomach. She could tell what was coming. Will toyed around a little before bringing his hand to one of her exposed teats. Though usually not very sensitive, their sensitivity shot through the roof post orgasm, and Will always made use of them.
He rolled one back and forth between his fingers, causing Cheri's pants to speed up. He was relentless; he wouldn't even give her a chance to recover. He squeezed it harder and harder until eventually he brought his whole hand around it. The very touch of her teats after orgasm shook Cheri's body, but what Will was about to do would no doubt drive her insane.
He pulled it. The sudden burst of pleasure caused Cheri to moan out, but Will was far from done. He took a second teat in hand, pulling at it in a similar fashion to the first. The first few yanks produced nothing, but Will knew what he doing. He knew just how to tug to get the flow going, and in time, milk began to flow forth.
There's no way I can leave without doing this, and Cheri won't mind.
Will brought his mouth to Cheri's teat, sucking up every drop of milk as it emerged. It tasted sweet as usual.
I seen on TV, miltank milk is drinkable straight from the miltank. Not only that, but it's ridiculously good for you, and tasty.
Cheri had to admit, it was a little embarrassing receiving pleasure that way, but that quickly became the least of her worries. Will still made sure to make it pleasurable. He sucked hard on her teat, tickling its soft edges with his tongue. He flicked it back and forth, occasionally nibbling at it with his teeth, lightly of course. The best response always came when he dug into its opening, flailing his tongue around. The milk doubled its flow and Cheri arched her back every time. Will loved when that happened.
His teat tickling techniques always had Cheri moaning. He continued sliding his tongue across her ever-hardening nipple. One hand gently pulled at another, giving Cheri the satisfaction of being milked traditionally. His other hand massaged and twirled a third teat, giving Cheri a triple dose of heaven. Will enjoyed the act as much as she did, well, almost.
He decided to speed things along. Using two fingers, he plunged in and out of Cheri's cunt, still using both his mouth and his other hand to tease her four teats as best he could. Using every ounce of her willpower, Cheri still couldn't stop herself from drooling at the immense amount of pleasure she received. Once again, her entire body stiffened and convulsed as her second orgasm hit her. Her cunt soaked Will's hand with cum as her teats soaked the other in milk. It sprayed forth in waves, drenching Cheri's outfit in the rich, creamy dairy. Will drank as much as he could, but he had never been able to, and now was no different. He continued sucking a teat through Cheri's orgasm, unable to pull himself away from the wonderful taste filling his mouth to the brim.
Eventually, he was forced to pull back, watching as the last of Cheri's milk trailed down the front of her uniform.
There's no way she'll ever work in that again.
The blissful look on Cheri's face was quite amusing. Her tongue still hung halfway out of her mouth, her eyes had nearly rolled back in her head, and her lids were half closed. It would take her some time to recover.
Will took a minute to lick his hands clean before deciding to head out. "Well, Cheri, I'll leave it at that. Nice seeing ya again." As he turned to leave, it surprised Will when a hoof latched on to his shirt. Cheri still panted hard, but managed to wheeze out a few words.
"You're not going anywhere yet."
Will sighed. Cheri always had a thing about fairness. For her to cum twice and Will not even once was against her policy.
"It's fine, Cheri, really. I'd please you for nothing any day. Besides, you don't have the strength right now."
"Then you know what to do."
"Can't I just pay you back next time?"
"Do it!"
Will knew he couldn't win. Even so, he hated the idea of doing what he was about to do for the sole sake of fairness. He would find a way to even things out, even if Cheri didn't want him to.
"Come on." Cheri said as she hopped off the chair. "Let's get you lubed up. On your knees." Will wanted to tell her it wasn't necessary, but there's no way she would agree. He fell to his knees and Cheri did the same. She didn't know how he could consider leaving while still fully erect, but if she had any say in the matter, he wouldn't.
Working past her fatigue, Cheri went to licking Will's length, being as wet and sloppy as possible. She worked slowly, making sure to coat every last inch of Will's rock hard erection. Soon, it went above and beyond licking. At first, Will wasn't sure what was going on. As he watched Cheri work, he found himself becoming more and more aroused. Her not too subtle licking had escalated in to full blown cock worship. She kissed and fondled every bit of Will's member, rubbing and caressing it in ways Will hadn't dreamed of. She brushed it against her teats now and again, causing her an occasional light whimper. Even those turned Will on.
I think this is her way of paying me back for that little bit of udder/nipple play back there.
He found it a little odd how much Cheri seemed to enjoy herself, but that was pushed to the back of his mind once he realized how much of a turn on it was. Cheri wouldn't stop shooting him overly lustful looks. Very few people could make him so horny. Will went to say something, but Cheri pulled away at the last second.
Ingenious.
She lay flat on her stomach, ripping her outfit apart and exposing her beautifully round ass to Will. Cheri's plan truly was ingenious. Tease Will to the point of torture, get him twice as hard as normal, and he would go all out without question, foolproof.
"Do it." Will couldn't deny her if he tried. Cheri had one hell of an ass after all.
Will lay directly over her, hot dogging his cock between her plump, pink buttocks. At that point, he would enjoy himself one way or another. Will loved the feeling of Cheri's cheeks as he squished them around his cock. He humped in to her thick, jiggly ass cheeks, marveling at the feeling of his flesh grinding against hers. In time, this alone would have made him cum, but Cheri lubed him up for a reason. He humped her behind for as long as he could before pulling all the way back and positioning his tip at Cheri's tiny pucker.
Cheri didn't care for anal, but it was a surefire way to make Will cum, she knew from experience. Will didn't bother taking his time. Holding Cheri's plump ass tight, he plunged in and out of her anus without a second thought, the force of collision sending loud, wet whaps throughout the room. Cheri's cheeks rippled at the force of Will's powerful thrusts. Though she derived a small amount of pleasure from the act, Cheri knew it wouldn't be enough to make her cum. It didn't matter to her, it was all for Will anyway, or so she thought.
Without warning, Will reached around her front side, tickling her nipples once again. It caught her off guard and she couldn't help but moan. "W-what are you doing? Don't."
"You think I would just pleasure myself and not you? That's just selfish."
"It's n-not fair."
Will ceased thrusting. Laying his weight on top of Cheri, he bent over her, pushing his member in to the hilt. He brought his mouth to her ear. "Are you going to stop me?" He continued fondling her teat as he spoke. When she gave him ten seconds of silence, he took it as a 'no.' "Didn't think so."
He gave her neck a few gentle kisses before going back to pounding her. Even harder he slammed her backside, enjoying the continuous slapping sound her stout rear produced. The force shook her whole body, continuing to make large waves in the fat of her rump. Cheri's ass repeatedly tightened as Will drove his cock deeper and deeper into her hole. The pain would have been unsettling had Will not been fondling her sensitive udder. Small gushes of milk flowed from Cheri's teats at each of Will's rough pounds. A huge puddle of milk formed beneath them as Will literally slammed it out of her. That only happened when she was close.
As Will bent farther and farther over her, he shifted one of his hands to the inside of her thighs, pulling her backwards in to each thrust. His other hand continued kneading and rubbing her sensitive udder, rushing Cheri ever closer to her impending orgasm. Even with his active effort to pleasure her, Will couldn't help but groaning out as he repeatedly pierced her tightening pucker with growing force. His cock began to twitch at random intervals and his legs began to shake, he would cum soon.
Sensing this, Will sped up, rushing himself closer to orgasm. He hoped he had timed it right, and he did. Both he and Cheri could feel the pressure building. He couldn't hold it any longer. With one final thrust, Will unleashed his load, filling Cheri's ass with a glob of warm cum. Cheri could feel his cock twitch each time it released a hefty pulse of seed. Will pushed himself farther and farther in, gripping Cheri's udder in ecstasy and triggering her orgasm as well. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her third and final orgasm hit her. Cheri's body shook uncontrollably as even larger loads of milk escaped her teats, adding to the already tremendous puddle flooding the floor. Several gushes of her cum only added to the milky mess.
The fact that Cheri lay face down in the puddle worried Will, especially if she was unconscious. It relieved him to find she was still awake after he rolled her over.
"Want me to help you clean this up?"
"That would be lovely, thank you."
Will would have stayed to help even if he barely had the time. He made it his job to get to know as many people as possible. That also meant getting on their good side.
What else am I going to do with my free time? Nothing, that's what. It's weird, I've never been very...sociable, but ever since I got down here, my social life has done a 180. I think I know why though. I've never gotten along well with most people, but I just seem to connect with pokemon though. Salem has the same problem. I asked him about it once, about what could cause it, why we as humans just can't get along with other humans. He didn't have a clue. We had a long, philosophical argument about it and the only answer we came up with is that maybe, "People are just born that way." Looking back in to my past, that's about the closest answer I have to truth. From my dad's pet zangoose when I was 3 to my mom's riolu when I was 7, I wonder how they're doing, I should check in one of these days. Oh well, either way, I've always kind of liked them more, especially...Grovyle. I've got time to tell the story while I walk to Salem's. A month and a half ago, Saturday night...
Will had made dinner for himself and Grovyle. He found plenty of opportunities to cook in his downtime. Besides exploring Eminence, it was the most fun he could have, especially with Grovyle as his cooking partner. She was actually quite the chef herself. Their cooking adventure started as Will's attempt to pry information from her over dinner, but it didn't go over well. They had so much fun though that Will decided to do it every chance he got.
The night was going well, until Will's cell phone rang. Knowing it could only be one person, he had to answer.
"That's gotta be my boss again. I'll try and make it quick." Without a second thought, he flipped the phone open and held it to his ear. "It's me."
"SHINY!"
If Will were drinking something, he would have spit it out. "Cara!?" Looking over the table at Grovyle, he immediately realized his mistake. He couldn't quite decipher the look on her face, but mild shock was apparent. As she swallowed a mouthful of food, it changed again.
It's hard to describe. It was like kind of annoyed, suspicious, but not really angry.
Regardless of the look on Grovyle's face, he had to hurry the call along. "How'd you get this number?"
"I stole Salem's phone." She said proudly. "Now remember last week when I said I had the perfect porn for you? I lied! I got a better one. Hows about you and every eeveelution all at the same time? You said they were numbers 18-24 right? Then it's perfect! It'll be great and we'll call it-"
"For the last time, no! If I said 'no' last week and week before, to your face, why would I say 'yes' now, over the phone?"
"Well I just didn't think you liked nidoqueen or kangaskhan."
"I do, a lot, they're numbers 6 and 9, but that's not the point. The point is, no. And give the phone back to Sale...give the phone back."
"Aw, but Shiny-" Will closed the phone and shoved it into his pocket as quick as possible. Looking over the table, Grovyle still wore the same expression.
Will chuckled nervously, it didn't help the situation. "It was a...friend...gonna go wash the dishes now." He finished his sentence in a hurry and sped out the room. Grovyle shot him the indecipherable stare the whole way.
Will felt no relief as he reached the kitchen. Grovyle was no doubt putting her analytical mind to work and slowly piecing the puzzle together. She had been doing it all month, and it worried Will. Before Grovyle would come to confront him, as he knew she would, he had to think of something. Unfortunately, he had far less time than he thought. Grovyle was behind him in less than in a minute. He hadn't bothered starting the dishes, but it was of little concern to Grovyle, who knew he was trying to avoid confrontation. She wouldn't have any of that.
"Tell me more about this Cara person."
I hate how calm she is in these situations. It's like she knows she wins before I even say anything.
"I really have to pick up one of those pokemon to human translators one of these days, 'cause I can't understand a word you're-" Will had to stop himself when he saw Grovyle's face. She looked positively pissed off, almost to the point of gritting her teeth, if she had any. It lasted only a second before she calmed herself, her face turning from angry to annoyed. With a sigh and rolling of her eyes, she started charades again. As best she could, she formed a phone shape with her claws and held it to the side of her face. Crude as it was, Will still got the message.
"It was just my friend Cara."
Grovyle hooked a claw.
"You want to know more about her? Oh, well, she's from work and...we work together...sometimes...at work."
I don't lie well under pressure.
Grovyle narrowed her eyes and hooked a claw yet again.
"Well we work on stuff. I don't know what more you to-"
"Dammit Will!" Grovyle's sudden outburst caused Will to jump. "I'm tired of messing around with you."
"Look Grovyle, until I'm rich enough to afford a translator-"
"Quit lying! I know you can understand me. You can't hide it any better than the fact that you're having sex with Cara, whoever the hell she is."
"I am not!...Fuck!"
Blew my cover.
"Then answer the question, who is she?"
"A friend...from work."
"You're lying, who is she?"
"She's...she's-"
"You're about to lie again."
There wasn't any anger in her voice. Actually I was hoping there was, that would imply jealousy which would mean she really did like me. But of course, being the hardboiled detective she is, she hid her emotions.
"Grovyle, she really is just a friend."
"Oh I believe that part, but how close of a friend is she?"
I don't know how I forgot that I had this card to play. Too bad Grovyle saw it coming.
"My personal life is none of your business."
Grovyle scoffed. "Why is it such an issue to tell me? If she's your girlfriend then there's no shame in it. There's something else isn't there? What are you hiding? Is she ugly? Are you embarrassed?"
"N-no."
"Are you two doing something illegal? Or could it be...being with her is illegal. Is she your boss? Is she married? Here's a crazy idea, is she even human?"
Will began to sweat. Little by little, Grovyle inched her way toward the truth, and Will couldn't let her reach it. There was only one thing he could do.
"Grovyle...I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, explain. Tell me what's going on; I'm tired of being left in the dark."
With a heavy sigh, Will removed his glasses and knelt down. "...I met her a month and a half ago...no she's not my girlfriend, no she isn't my boss, yes it's illegal for us to be together. It's pointless to tell you more."
"And why is that?"
"Because come tomorrow, you won't remember any of it."
"What's that supposed to...mean..." Grovyle's sentence trailed off as she fell under the spell of Will's eyes.
Even through that altercation, I still hadn't figured out if she liked me. She knows how to keep her emotions out of an argument. What would have happened if I told her I was a pokephiliac? I just don't know, and I wish I wasn't too scared to try and find out. Regardless, the club's secrets have to kept...secret. Until the day I bring her down, I'll have to leave her in the dark. When the time comes, If she rejects me, hates my guts, and never wants to see me again, at least she'll be in a better place.
"Forget, forget everything that's happened today. Once I break eye contact, you'll fall in to a deep sleep. When you wake up next morning, you won't remember a thing, not breakfast, not this talk, not even waking up. Got it?"
Grovyle nodded.
"...I'm sorry. Soon, Grovyle, soon."
She's been quiet ever since. No super-sleuthing, not much talking, and very little interaction with me. She seems...really unhappy.
"Will."
"Who's our target this time?"
"He's not a target in the traditional sense." Salem talked as he pulled a file from his drawer. "This one we need to keep out of jail. Terrance Reed."
"Never heard of him." Nothing stood out as Will flipped through the file. The man seemed normal, if not a bit weird looking.
"That's no surprise. He's very easy to overlook."
"So what's so special about him?"
"I don't have to remind you that most of our targets have gone missing. None of my inside men come in to direct contact with them anymore. Our targets either know who not to trust, or trust only one or two people, and that's bad for us. In either case they have to have some kind of informant."
"And you think this is him? You know that would imply that this man also has a mole somewhere here in the club."
"I considered it, but that's impossible. He would have to be high up to chain to have that kind of information and only me and Tera know that much. Not to mention everyone, especially our workers, are screened and checked thoroughly. Why do you think Byron and his team pick one person at a time to join the club? We may bring in 20 people a day, but behind them are 20 psychics, making absolutely sure they're legit. It's slow, but safe."
"Hmm, so how do you suppose this guy knows then?"
"To be honest, I have no idea. For all I know, he doesn't know anything, but that's irrelevant. The one thing I know for sure is that this man is in contact with our missing targets. He might know where they are. Even if he doesn't, once we're in contact with them ourselves, finding them is a simple matter."
"So you want me to get him to spill beans? Subtly coaxing information from people isn't my strong suit."
"Who said it had to be subtle?"
Will couldn't help but smile.
Later that night, Will sat in front of his television, pondering the operation as he stared at the screen.
I pretty much come up with and run every operation myself nowadays. I like it that way, makes it easier to work. Salem didn't give me a deadline, which means there's plenty of time to think on it. Still, it's hard. I have to think of a way to get the information out of this guy. That's not my department though, that's more of...
"Hey, Grovyle. How might you go about...coaxing information from someone, hypothetically of course?
"Anything out of the ordinary. I mean, you examine eyes all the time. Is there something different about them, something tiny ?"
"Besides the abnormal color, your eyes are no different than anyone else's. Not sure why you're wearing glasses though, your vision is great."
"They're fake, I like the look though. You know what they say, glasses make you look smarter."
Will's optometrist couldn't help but chuckle. "Who am I to argue with that logic?"
Will walked the main street of Eminence. He did so almost everyday, a habit he had developed over time.
It's been about 3 months now, big jump, I know, but you didn't miss a whole lot. I'll give you a little recap. We've gotten 13 small, and 2 large anti-pokephilia groups, with me overseeing each operation. The nervous feeling is gone, when you have 16 clean operations in a row, you start to get kind of confident. All that success aside, we've still been having some issues. After we took Clayton down, things got difficult. Even in jail, he's working his connections and relaying information to other anti-pokephilia groups. They know it was a setup, but they can't prove it. We made sure of that. Even so, most of the higher ups of anti-pokephilia are getting cautious, really cautious. Out of our list of 11, Clayton included, we've only gotten three. They've gone into hiding, running their operations behind the scenes and leaving almost no trace of their actions. I think it's got Salem worried. He says the way they're doing it is "too smart." Too "well thought out" and "organized," almost as if someone is leading them. If there's someone that smart, controlling these guys from behind the scenes, we might be in trouble. It's just a theory though, we haven't found any evidence at all. Regardless, things have been going kind of well.
"Hi, Will." A familiar group of pokemon called from the opposite side of the street. Will smiled and waved.
Jenna, Dolly, Tracey, and Bella. You'd be surprised how quickly you get to know people down here, especially when you're me. It's the eyes; I still don't know what it is about them. Speaking of, I get a lot of downtime when I'm not running operations, plenty of time to test things. For one, they don't work on humans. I tried on Vivian to stop her from being an ass, it didn't work. I don't know if it works males...I've been too scared to try. They don't work on the same pokemon immediately after they've been under its effect. I haven't figured out the exact timing, but generally I'm able to use it on the pokemon again after about a day. Glass, plastic, anything will stop the hypnotic effect, but unless they're hidden completely, they still draw a lot of attention from pokemon. These glasses help a lot, small, rectangular, frameless, they look cool and they don't get me raped, as much. Colored contacts seem to block the effect completely, but I don't want to have to take them out every time I use my eyes. Yes, I use them sometimes, for all sorts of things. Regrettably, once on someone I shouldn't have. Tell you about it later... Oh, you know that entrance Kelly told me about? Yeah, it still isn't done yet. When she said it was almost done, that was relative to how long it's been worked on. They've been working on it for a year and a half. It's the biggest project to date, one large railway that connects every entrance and every train here in the club. The club actually has quite a few trains, 21 to be exact. Each of the club's 42 entrances lead to one of 2 railways. One railway leads to a 'safe' area, the other is the one I took my first time here, and we all know where that leads. The third will connect them all and ultimately lead right here into Eminence. The only reason it hadn't already been constructed is that Salem actually built the city second, the club area came first. After getting quite a few requests, he realized he would need this third train, and it's been in production ever since. It's a lot of information to swallow, I know, but there's even more. I need a drink, though.
Having explored vast amounts of the city in his free time, Will knew all the best places. One of his favorite hangouts was a night club called the 'Fruitbar." At first, it confused Will that there would be clubs in the city when basically they have something of a massive club already, but there was a reason. Unlike the Club, clubs in the city adhered to standard laws, meaning no unexpected rape or anything like that, perfect when Will wanted to relax.
Like a standard strip club, it was dark. Circular, white clothed tables were strewn about with no real organization or pattern. It had its bar and bartender, as well as its elevated stage with three separate poles, two for minor dancers and the one in the center for the main attraction.
At 6 in the evening, the place didn't have much business, just a few scattered men and pokemon drinking the day away. The best dancers didn't start coming in until 9. Will didn't mind, he was content with the calm atmosphere, the slow dance/porn music in the background, and the two minor dancers - a blaziken and a medicham - he knew personally.
The waitresses wore playboy buneary outfits, fishnet stockings and thin tops going up to each pokemon's breast line, even though most had breasts to speak of. Each outfit was custom colored and tailored for the pokemon wearing it, ears and shoes optional. Sometimes it worked, like in the case of the zangoose, and sometimes it looked weird, like with the hypno girl.
And yet it's always hot. Could just be me though, I am a bit of perv after all.
"Well look who it is." Will was focused on the dancers. He hadn't noticed an old friend sneak up on him. "You're here awfully early today."
Will spent more time in the Fruitbar than he cared to admit. He knew every girl by name, and that voice was unforgettable.
"Delilah."
"Ah, ah, ah, you know my work name."
"Sorry. Cheri." It was the theme of the club, each girl named after a berry. Cheri was a miltank, the first girl Will met at the Fruitbar. As usual, she wore a custom black outfit with four individual holes for her teats. She was a bit bigger than the average miltank, four feet tall or so, meaning she had much more leg to fill the fishnets. Will thought it looked kind of cute, at first, but the notion of 'cute' disappeared when he discovered her real personality. Underneath her sexy exterior, she was tough, kinky, and one probably the smartest girl working at the Fruitbar. Will could always come to her for advice or just a nice talk.
She's like a hot, kinky mom that serves drinks in a playboy outfit, and I'm totally okay with that. She's also number 11.
"Hey Cheri, can I ask you something?"
Cheri hopped up on a chair and got comfortable. "Shoot."
"How do you know if a girl likes you? I mean you're a girl and I kinda figured you would know because...yeah."
"Aw, is my little Willy poo in love?"
"Kind of..."
"Come on, let's be honest here. Who doesn't like you?"
"Let's just say I'm not me for a second."
"Well I hope you two have an open relationship, otherwise there won't be any room for me, but we'll save that for later. How does she act around you, a little fidgety, nervous, distant?"
"Definitely that last one."
"How long have you known her?"
"Years."
"You guys hang out a lot?"
"Not anymore."
"Does she...know about everything you do here?"
"Not at all..."
"That could be a problem. You might want to tell her as soon as possible. Either way, each girl is different, but there are a few common gestures to look out for. She could be fidgety or nervous around you. If she's being particularly distant and ignoring you, then she could be playing hard to get, but not always. Be careful with that one, if you're wrong she'll just think you're some kind of stalker. Now I'm going to assume you haven't tried asking her yet."
"Well I don't want to risk our friendship."
"Well with that attitude you won't get anywhere. Maybe she has feelings for you too. Here's a nice little tip. If she isn't opening up, you have to, little by little. Hint at it, give her subtle clues that you like her. If she's sharp, she'll pick up on them and realize what you're trying to tell her. Do it this way, and if it turns out she doesn't like you, you can deny you were ever interested, if you were subtle enough. And if she doesn't pick up on it, you're probably just wasting your time, after all, there are a million girls out there, and trust me when I say you'll get the pick of litter. If none of them work out, you've always got a nice gal waiting for you right here." Cheri added a wink to her last statement. Will couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, Cheri."
"No problem, hon. And while we're on the subject, hows about you me have a little fun in the dressing room. After all, if you and your girl get together, this may be the last time I see you."
"I'm pretty sure that's one of the few things you aren't allowed to do on the job."
"Oh please, Pecha's on waitress duty too, and I don't think she's going to need much help at this time of day. Come on, no one has to know."
"If you insist."
"Come around back."
To avoid suspicion, Cheri had Will enter through the Fruitbar's backdoor. Of course, none of the girls would ever rat on Will, but entering through the back was a surefire way to avoid Cheri's boss.
At that time of day, Cheri could count on the dressing room being deserted. It always was the perfect place to do the nasty on payroll, even if the other girls were there.
"Only one question remains, Will. Do you want the outfit on or off?"
"I'd say 'on,' but I wouldn't want to ruin your work clothes."
"What, these old things? I got a million of them. On it is then." Cheri jumped into the nearest chair, spreading her legs wide open for Will to see. "I made this just for you." She reached down her front, feeling around for the small alteration she made in her own costume. It didn't take long to find. Her 'fingers' spread apart a small slit over her vagina. Normally invisible, the tiny slit was excellent for quick and dirty encounters.
"For me? You shouldn't have."
"Cut the small talk, cut the foreplay, and just fuck me already."
Will knew never to argue with Cheri, she always won. He had long since removed his pants and tossed them into a nearby chair, along with his underwear. He also knew never to make Cheri wait. She didn't like to be teased.
No poking, prodding, or rubbing, Will simply jammed himself into Cheri, just the way she wanted. Her cunt always gripped tight at the first thrust and usually, it wouldn't let up. It suited Will just fine. He wasted little time, pulling himself free in a long drawn out motion. He could always tell he was doing well as Cheri emitted moans as long as his motions.
As per Cheri's usual desire, Will pulled till the on the verge of exiting before thrusting back in to her. He proceeded in this fashion at a solid pace, listening for Cheri's distinct sounds and moans. He adjusted himself each thrust, probing every inch of Cheri's depths for her one special spot.
You know I thought I knew where it was, but I SWEAR it moves.
It didn't take long to find it. A particularly loud and shuddering moan indicated Will had poked it. From there, he knew what to do. Holding Cheri's meaty legs in hand, he increased speed, focusing his thrusts one her most sensitive of areas. Once he got going, it was impossible to stop him, not that Cheri minded. The moment he found her special spot, she didn't care what he did, so long as he kept at it. She knew he would.
Cheri held her arms over her head, wrapping them around the back of chair. She would need the grip soon enough. Will dug his fingers into the soft fat of her legs. As time went on, his grip would grow tighter and tighter as he thrust faster and faster in to her tight, wet depths. Cheri couldn't hold back her own moans. Will hit her g-spot with every thrust, in turn causing her cunt to grip him harder, serving only to make him slam harder. It was an infinite loop of pleasure and they both enjoyed every second of it.
Will moved Cheri with the strength of his thrusts, farther and farther up the chair. His unrestrained, heavy pounding usually had that effect. She held on as best she could, but with pleasure overtaking her mind, she quickly forgot about it. Not that it mattered. With a very tight grip on her legs, Will pulled Cheri in to his thrusts. Control of the situation was his. Cheri knew first hand how well Will could please a woman. Letting him go on by himself was never a bad idea. Completely absorbed by pleasure, any semblance of dignity and restraint was lost to her. She screamed in to the air, her body flaccid, as she subjugated her self to her own sexual cravings.
As fast as he was going, Will remained calm. Cheri, on the other hand, was close. Will could always tell due to her abnormally loud moans, slight shivers, and the fact that her tongue hung out the side of her mouth. That was a dead giveaway. In no time, Cheri's leg stiffened, her body trembled, and she threw her head back in ecstasy as she came. Will held his composure as her cunt suddenly tightened around his length. Several spasms shook Cheri's body as several gushes of her juices followed. Her walls twitched and convulsed on Will's member in an effort to shake free the pent up seed inside, but to no avail. Cheri hadn't noticed, her own orgasm overpowering her senses and dulling all rational though. Will always made her cum harder than anyone else. She had no idea what is was, but thinking about it was pointless.
Cheri's moans and spasms weakened. Her legs became flaccid as her orgasm died down. Will let her lie slouched in the chair as he looked over her panting form. It Cheri a minute to realize something.
"I must be getting old." She managed to say through her pants. "You didn't cum."
He chuckled. "When you have sex as much as me, you get quite a bit of endurance. But don't worry, I probably will, you too in a minute."
Cheri didn't have time to question him as he quickly rubbed up and down her stomach. She could tell what was coming. Will toyed around a little before bringing his hand to one of her exposed teats. Though usually not very sensitive, their sensitivity shot through the roof post orgasm, and Will always made use of them.
He rolled one back and forth between his fingers, causing Cheri's pants to speed up. He was relentless; he wouldn't even give her a chance to recover. He squeezed it harder and harder until eventually he brought his whole hand around it. The very touch of her teats after orgasm shook Cheri's body, but what Will was about to do would no doubt drive her insane.
He pulled it. The sudden burst of pleasure caused Cheri to moan out, but Will was far from done. He took a second teat in hand, pulling at it in a similar fashion to the first. The first few yanks produced nothing, but Will knew what he doing. He knew just how to tug to get the flow going, and in time, milk began to flow forth.
There's no way I can leave without doing this, and Cheri won't mind.
Will brought his mouth to Cheri's teat, sucking up every drop of milk as it emerged. It tasted sweet as usual.
I seen on TV, miltank milk is drinkable straight from the miltank. Not only that, but it's ridiculously good for you, and tasty.
Cheri had to admit, it was a little embarrassing receiving pleasure that way, but that quickly became the least of her worries. Will still made sure to make it pleasurable. He sucked hard on her teat, tickling its soft edges with his tongue. He flicked it back and forth, occasionally nibbling at it with his teeth, lightly of course. The best response always came when he dug into its opening, flailing his tongue around. The milk doubled its flow and Cheri arched her back every time. Will loved when that happened.
His teat tickling techniques always had Cheri moaning. He continued sliding his tongue across her ever-hardening nipple. One hand gently pulled at another, giving Cheri the satisfaction of being milked traditionally. His other hand massaged and twirled a third teat, giving Cheri a triple dose of heaven. Will enjoyed the act as much as she did, well, almost.
He decided to speed things along. Using two fingers, he plunged in and out of Cheri's cunt, still using both his mouth and his other hand to tease her four teats as best he could. Using every ounce of her willpower, Cheri still couldn't stop herself from drooling at the immense amount of pleasure she received. Once again, her entire body stiffened and convulsed as her second orgasm hit her. Her cunt soaked Will's hand with cum as her teats soaked the other in milk. It sprayed forth in waves, drenching Cheri's outfit in the rich, creamy dairy. Will drank as much as he could, but he had never been able to, and now was no different. He continued sucking a teat through Cheri's orgasm, unable to pull himself away from the wonderful taste filling his mouth to the brim.
Eventually, he was forced to pull back, watching as the last of Cheri's milk trailed down the front of her uniform.
There's no way she'll ever work in that again.
The blissful look on Cheri's face was quite amusing. Her tongue still hung halfway out of her mouth, her eyes had nearly rolled back in her head, and her lids were half closed. It would take her some time to recover.
Will took a minute to lick his hands clean before deciding to head out. "Well, Cheri, I'll leave it at that. Nice seeing ya again." As he turned to leave, it surprised Will when a hoof latched on to his shirt. Cheri still panted hard, but managed to wheeze out a few words.
"You're not going anywhere yet."
Will sighed. Cheri always had a thing about fairness. For her to cum twice and Will not even once was against her policy.
"It's fine, Cheri, really. I'd please you for nothing any day. Besides, you don't have the strength right now."
"Then you know what to do."
"Can't I just pay you back next time?"
"Do it!"
Will knew he couldn't win. Even so, he hated the idea of doing what he was about to do for the sole sake of fairness. He would find a way to even things out, even if Cheri didn't want him to.
"Come on." Cheri said as she hopped off the chair. "Let's get you lubed up. On your knees." Will wanted to tell her it wasn't necessary, but there's no way she would agree. He fell to his knees and Cheri did the same. She didn't know how he could consider leaving while still fully erect, but if she had any say in the matter, he wouldn't.
Working past her fatigue, Cheri went to licking Will's length, being as wet and sloppy as possible. She worked slowly, making sure to coat every last inch of Will's rock hard erection. Soon, it went above and beyond licking. At first, Will wasn't sure what was going on. As he watched Cheri work, he found himself becoming more and more aroused. Her not too subtle licking had escalated in to full blown cock worship. She kissed and fondled every bit of Will's member, rubbing and caressing it in ways Will hadn't dreamed of. She brushed it against her teats now and again, causing her an occasional light whimper. Even those turned Will on.
I think this is her way of paying me back for that little bit of udder/nipple play back there.
He found it a little odd how much Cheri seemed to enjoy herself, but that was pushed to the back of his mind once he realized how much of a turn on it was. Cheri wouldn't stop shooting him overly lustful looks. Very few people could make him so horny. Will went to say something, but Cheri pulled away at the last second.
Ingenious.
She lay flat on her stomach, ripping her outfit apart and exposing her beautifully round ass to Will. Cheri's plan truly was ingenious. Tease Will to the point of torture, get him twice as hard as normal, and he would go all out without question, foolproof.
"Do it." Will couldn't deny her if he tried. Cheri had one hell of an ass after all.
Will lay directly over her, hot dogging his cock between her plump, pink buttocks. At that point, he would enjoy himself one way or another. Will loved the feeling of Cheri's cheeks as he squished them around his cock. He humped in to her thick, jiggly ass cheeks, marveling at the feeling of his flesh grinding against hers. In time, this alone would have made him cum, but Cheri lubed him up for a reason. He humped her behind for as long as he could before pulling all the way back and positioning his tip at Cheri's tiny pucker.
Cheri didn't care for anal, but it was a surefire way to make Will cum, she knew from experience. Will didn't bother taking his time. Holding Cheri's plump ass tight, he plunged in and out of her anus without a second thought, the force of collision sending loud, wet whaps throughout the room. Cheri's cheeks rippled at the force of Will's powerful thrusts. Though she derived a small amount of pleasure from the act, Cheri knew it wouldn't be enough to make her cum. It didn't matter to her, it was all for Will anyway, or so she thought.
Without warning, Will reached around her front side, tickling her nipples once again. It caught her off guard and she couldn't help but moan. "W-what are you doing? Don't."
"You think I would just pleasure myself and not you? That's just selfish."
"It's n-not fair."
Will ceased thrusting. Laying his weight on top of Cheri, he bent over her, pushing his member in to the hilt. He brought his mouth to her ear. "Are you going to stop me?" He continued fondling her teat as he spoke. When she gave him ten seconds of silence, he took it as a 'no.' "Didn't think so."
He gave her neck a few gentle kisses before going back to pounding her. Even harder he slammed her backside, enjoying the continuous slapping sound her stout rear produced. The force shook her whole body, continuing to make large waves in the fat of her rump. Cheri's ass repeatedly tightened as Will drove his cock deeper and deeper into her hole. The pain would have been unsettling had Will not been fondling her sensitive udder. Small gushes of milk flowed from Cheri's teats at each of Will's rough pounds. A huge puddle of milk formed beneath them as Will literally slammed it out of her. That only happened when she was close.
As Will bent farther and farther over her, he shifted one of his hands to the inside of her thighs, pulling her backwards in to each thrust. His other hand continued kneading and rubbing her sensitive udder, rushing Cheri ever closer to her impending orgasm. Even with his active effort to pleasure her, Will couldn't help but groaning out as he repeatedly pierced her tightening pucker with growing force. His cock began to twitch at random intervals and his legs began to shake, he would cum soon.
Sensing this, Will sped up, rushing himself closer to orgasm. He hoped he had timed it right, and he did. Both he and Cheri could feel the pressure building. He couldn't hold it any longer. With one final thrust, Will unleashed his load, filling Cheri's ass with a glob of warm cum. Cheri could feel his cock twitch each time it released a hefty pulse of seed. Will pushed himself farther and farther in, gripping Cheri's udder in ecstasy and triggering her orgasm as well. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her third and final orgasm hit her. Cheri's body shook uncontrollably as even larger loads of milk escaped her teats, adding to the already tremendous puddle flooding the floor. Several gushes of her cum only added to the milky mess.
The fact that Cheri lay face down in the puddle worried Will, especially if she was unconscious. It relieved him to find she was still awake after he rolled her over.
"Want me to help you clean this up?"
"That would be lovely, thank you."
Will would have stayed to help even if he barely had the time. He made it his job to get to know as many people as possible. That also meant getting on their good side.
What else am I going to do with my free time? Nothing, that's what. It's weird, I've never been very...sociable, but ever since I got down here, my social life has done a 180. I think I know why though. I've never gotten along well with most people, but I just seem to connect with pokemon though. Salem has the same problem. I asked him about it once, about what could cause it, why we as humans just can't get along with other humans. He didn't have a clue. We had a long, philosophical argument about it and the only answer we came up with is that maybe, "People are just born that way." Looking back in to my past, that's about the closest answer I have to truth. From my dad's pet zangoose when I was 3 to my mom's riolu when I was 7, I wonder how they're doing, I should check in one of these days. Oh well, either way, I've always kind of liked them more, especially...Grovyle. I've got time to tell the story while I walk to Salem's. A month and a half ago, Saturday night...
Will had made dinner for himself and Grovyle. He found plenty of opportunities to cook in his downtime. Besides exploring Eminence, it was the most fun he could have, especially with Grovyle as his cooking partner. She was actually quite the chef herself. Their cooking adventure started as Will's attempt to pry information from her over dinner, but it didn't go over well. They had so much fun though that Will decided to do it every chance he got.
The night was going well, until Will's cell phone rang. Knowing it could only be one person, he had to answer.
"That's gotta be my boss again. I'll try and make it quick." Without a second thought, he flipped the phone open and held it to his ear. "It's me."
"SHINY!"
If Will were drinking something, he would have spit it out. "Cara!?" Looking over the table at Grovyle, he immediately realized his mistake. He couldn't quite decipher the look on her face, but mild shock was apparent. As she swallowed a mouthful of food, it changed again.
It's hard to describe. It was like kind of annoyed, suspicious, but not really angry.
Regardless of the look on Grovyle's face, he had to hurry the call along. "How'd you get this number?"
"I stole Salem's phone." She said proudly. "Now remember last week when I said I had the perfect porn for you? I lied! I got a better one. Hows about you and every eeveelution all at the same time? You said they were numbers 18-24 right? Then it's perfect! It'll be great and we'll call it-"
"For the last time, no! If I said 'no' last week and week before, to your face, why would I say 'yes' now, over the phone?"
"Well I just didn't think you liked nidoqueen or kangaskhan."
"I do, a lot, they're numbers 6 and 9, but that's not the point. The point is, no. And give the phone back to Sale...give the phone back."
"Aw, but Shiny-" Will closed the phone and shoved it into his pocket as quick as possible. Looking over the table, Grovyle still wore the same expression.
Will chuckled nervously, it didn't help the situation. "It was a...friend...gonna go wash the dishes now." He finished his sentence in a hurry and sped out the room. Grovyle shot him the indecipherable stare the whole way.
Will felt no relief as he reached the kitchen. Grovyle was no doubt putting her analytical mind to work and slowly piecing the puzzle together. She had been doing it all month, and it worried Will. Before Grovyle would come to confront him, as he knew she would, he had to think of something. Unfortunately, he had far less time than he thought. Grovyle was behind him in less than in a minute. He hadn't bothered starting the dishes, but it was of little concern to Grovyle, who knew he was trying to avoid confrontation. She wouldn't have any of that.
"Tell me more about this Cara person."
I hate how calm she is in these situations. It's like she knows she wins before I even say anything.
"I really have to pick up one of those pokemon to human translators one of these days, 'cause I can't understand a word you're-" Will had to stop himself when he saw Grovyle's face. She looked positively pissed off, almost to the point of gritting her teeth, if she had any. It lasted only a second before she calmed herself, her face turning from angry to annoyed. With a sigh and rolling of her eyes, she started charades again. As best she could, she formed a phone shape with her claws and held it to the side of her face. Crude as it was, Will still got the message.
"It was just my friend Cara."
Grovyle hooked a claw.
"You want to know more about her? Oh, well, she's from work and...we work together...sometimes...at work."
I don't lie well under pressure.
Grovyle narrowed her eyes and hooked a claw yet again.
"Well we work on stuff. I don't know what more you to-"
"Dammit Will!" Grovyle's sudden outburst caused Will to jump. "I'm tired of messing around with you."
"Look Grovyle, until I'm rich enough to afford a translator-"
"Quit lying! I know you can understand me. You can't hide it any better than the fact that you're having sex with Cara, whoever the hell she is."
"I am not!...Fuck!"
Blew my cover.
"Then answer the question, who is she?"
"A friend...from work."
"You're lying, who is she?"
"She's...she's-"
"You're about to lie again."
There wasn't any anger in her voice. Actually I was hoping there was, that would imply jealousy which would mean she really did like me. But of course, being the hardboiled detective she is, she hid her emotions.
"Grovyle, she really is just a friend."
"Oh I believe that part, but how close of a friend is she?"
I don't know how I forgot that I had this card to play. Too bad Grovyle saw it coming.
"My personal life is none of your business."
Grovyle scoffed. "Why is it such an issue to tell me? If she's your girlfriend then there's no shame in it. There's something else isn't there? What are you hiding? Is she ugly? Are you embarrassed?"
"N-no."
"Are you two doing something illegal? Or could it be...being with her is illegal. Is she your boss? Is she married? Here's a crazy idea, is she even human?"
Will began to sweat. Little by little, Grovyle inched her way toward the truth, and Will couldn't let her reach it. There was only one thing he could do.
"Grovyle...I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, explain. Tell me what's going on; I'm tired of being left in the dark."
With a heavy sigh, Will removed his glasses and knelt down. "...I met her a month and a half ago...no she's not my girlfriend, no she isn't my boss, yes it's illegal for us to be together. It's pointless to tell you more."
"And why is that?"
"Because come tomorrow, you won't remember any of it."
"What's that supposed to...mean..." Grovyle's sentence trailed off as she fell under the spell of Will's eyes.
Even through that altercation, I still hadn't figured out if she liked me. She knows how to keep her emotions out of an argument. What would have happened if I told her I was a pokephiliac? I just don't know, and I wish I wasn't too scared to try and find out. Regardless, the club's secrets have to kept...secret. Until the day I bring her down, I'll have to leave her in the dark. When the time comes, If she rejects me, hates my guts, and never wants to see me again, at least she'll be in a better place.
"Forget, forget everything that's happened today. Once I break eye contact, you'll fall in to a deep sleep. When you wake up next morning, you won't remember a thing, not breakfast, not this talk, not even waking up. Got it?"
Grovyle nodded.
"...I'm sorry. Soon, Grovyle, soon."
She's been quiet ever since. No super-sleuthing, not much talking, and very little interaction with me. She seems...really unhappy.
"Will."
"Who's our target this time?"
"He's not a target in the traditional sense." Salem talked as he pulled a file from his drawer. "This one we need to keep out of jail. Terrance Reed."
"Never heard of him." Nothing stood out as Will flipped through the file. The man seemed normal, if not a bit weird looking.
"That's no surprise. He's very easy to overlook."
"So what's so special about him?"
"I don't have to remind you that most of our targets have gone missing. None of my inside men come in to direct contact with them anymore. Our targets either know who not to trust, or trust only one or two people, and that's bad for us. In either case they have to have some kind of informant."
"And you think this is him? You know that would imply that this man also has a mole somewhere here in the club."
"I considered it, but that's impossible. He would have to be high up to chain to have that kind of information and only me and Tera know that much. Not to mention everyone, especially our workers, are screened and checked thoroughly. Why do you think Byron and his team pick one person at a time to join the club? We may bring in 20 people a day, but behind them are 20 psychics, making absolutely sure they're legit. It's slow, but safe."
"Hmm, so how do you suppose this guy knows then?"
"To be honest, I have no idea. For all I know, he doesn't know anything, but that's irrelevant. The one thing I know for sure is that this man is in contact with our missing targets. He might know where they are. Even if he doesn't, once we're in contact with them ourselves, finding them is a simple matter."
"So you want me to get him to spill beans? Subtly coaxing information from people isn't my strong suit."
"Who said it had to be subtle?"
Will couldn't help but smile.
Later that night, Will sat in front of his television, pondering the operation as he stared at the screen.
I pretty much come up with and run every operation myself nowadays. I like it that way, makes it easier to work. Salem didn't give me a deadline, which means there's plenty of time to think on it. Still, it's hard. I have to think of a way to get the information out of this guy. That's not my department though, that's more of...
"Hey, Grovyle. How might you go about...coaxing information from someone, hypothetically of course?
Chapter End Notes:
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