Thread: CMA: A Ridiculous Free Agents RP (SevenxKawa)

Alex wasn??t quite sure that up the arse was a good place to put a plug, especially if that was the same artificial orifice was were one would be putting themselves in any kind of enthusiastic fashion. Seemed like a design flaw that could easily ruin the whole mood. You??d or, really, Stephen be going at it then, all of a sudden, Step??you??d nick the innards and end up with a deflated partner. Bit like Alex, really, though he generally managed to keep his boner even if he was crying. This was what happened when you spent too much time with a man-shaped balloon you started to empathize with it and compare sexual notes. The damned doll was probably more active then him these days. Alex had the plus of being alive, though, and was strangely consoled by that fact in a ??ha, take that, you bargain-bin fuck toy?? sort of way. You had to take life??s little victories, and if that involved beating a blow up doll in the living department, so be it. That seemed to be Stephen??s outlook on life, at least or so he hoped so he could explain his boss?? juvenile response to Icky??s deflation. On the off chance that it wasn??t the rather large off chance, which made it the most probable explanation, really, Alex glanced down and away in the universal sign of ??maybe if I don??t make eye contact and don??t move, he won??t notice me again??. This was an old trick, older than humans. Probably as soon as there were two one-celled organisms in the primordial soup, one pulled all his flagellum in and pretended the other had not just laughed at that horrific ameba joke. And, in the age-old tradition of deer caught in the headlights and ameba being torn apart by the laugher and his new identical mate, it didn??t work. All because he had to be civil and just a touch ass-kissy and offer dinner. Whossit that had said ??a way to a man??s heart is his stomach??, and Stephen had a heart and a fantastic kitchen, though he was unsure why on both accounts as the man used neither all that often. And his thoughtfulness and desire to perhaps get a bit off the rent was rewarded with a slap on the bum. How very telling of their time together. Alex gave a weak smile, turned and walked stiffly out of Stephen??s office the only one, and for good reason, that lacked a large voyeuristic window. Helen was there, pulling on her coat, ready to go home to her nice, spacious enough for an extra, empty room flat. There??d be no sex toys in the dishwasher there, no ass slapping, and perhaps if he played his cards right and she was drunk as a skunk, maybe even sex. Instead she??d condemned him to servitude. ??I??ll walk you to your car,? she said brightly, and Alex smiled thinly, hands still in his pockets. He hadn??t figured out what exactly to do with them after the spanking, so he just kept them in his cheap hoodie. ??Oh, no, I??ve got a place tonight. Stephen, unlike you, is willing to give me a second night.? The bony agent rocked forward on his feet a little. ??Though, you know, I??m always good for sleepov???? ??Ah, no.? She closed her door and started moving to the lift. Alex followed like some sort of curly-haired lost puppy. ??Come on, we can even switch. You can sleep in his extra room, and I??ll take care of your flat. It??ll be a fantastic id???? ??Please.? Helen turned while Alex leaned forward, holding the door open. ??You two will be good for each other. You can share wanking tips. Have fun. Just remember not to explore any odd sounds.? He jerked back as the doors beeped in protest before closing on an amused alcoholic. ??Right. Good.? Alex turned around and kicked at the air, then looked up to his horse-faced secretary. ??Emma. How do you???? He didn??t even get a chance to finish his question before she had moved past him into the elevator. And Dan, who slithered in before the doors could close, much to her disgust. Damn.