"Hah, look at this little guy! I think he likes you, Mykah." Pete held up the little stone figurine of a tribal man, hunched over and grabbing his oversized erection.
"Oh," exclaimed Mykah, staring rather blankly at the rough stone figurine.
"I think I'll keep him for the heck of it," said Pete, pocketing the figure. As soon as it was out of sight Mykah seemed to recover a bit. With cheeks slightly flushed, she stammered out a quick, breathless retort.
"Yeah, well...at least he knows what to do with it." Realizing what she had said, she pushed on quickly. "Well, it looks like this might be what's causing all the problems here."
She held up a dark, ancient plate, with hands protected by the very obvious purple neutralizing gloves. Pete and Mykah were in an old museum, disused and forgotten by the sleepy town it was in. Artie had sent them in to recover an artifact that was causing people in the town to literally eat themselves to death.
Pete dropped the plate into the containment bag. "Now fattyville will have to hit the gym."
"Hmmm," Mykah responded off-hand. Her mind was running away, thinking about Pete working out. She shook her head, as if to clear it. "Ew!"
"I know, right? Fatties--yegh! Let's get this blue plate special on back to Artie. Speaking of which, I'm hungry. I could eat. How about you?"
"You could eat me." Mykah's eyes went round as she realized what she had said. Luckily, her back was turned to Pete as they were making their way out. She quickly played it off without pausing.
"Hah, yeah! Well--wait, what?" Pete stammered, latching on to what was just said.
"Nothing, let's go!" Mykah could almost hear Pete's mind cooking up a snarky retort.
"Did you just say I could ea--"
"No!"
"Alright," Pete opened the door for Mykah. "I'm thinking fish tacos sound A-mazing. Yep!" He grinned as she shot him an icy glare in passing.
They made their way back to the warehouse after a boring flight. Mykah had been struggling with her thoughts the whole way, which were becoming increasingly perverse. She had decided it was best not to say much, until she could get back to Lena's, draw a hot bath, and
work out
this tension. The thought kept making her wet, and she'd wondered if Pete had slipped her some type of lady Viagra, as a joke. That would be just like him to do that, she thought.
"Hey Artie, we brought you a collector's plate," Pete said jokingly, as they entered into the warehouse office. Artie was sitting at his desk, fiddling with the ancient looking computer. Claudia sat across the room, working on one of her machines.
"You know what to do," Artie stated in his normal, non-interested tone of voice, while pointing at the warehouse door behind him.
"Yes, massah!" Pete shambled toward the door.
"Oh, hold up, I have to grab something out there. I'll come with," said Claudia.
"Let's do it!" Pete said, opening up the door and following Claudia in.
Pete's comment stirred a storm of naughty mental images in Mykah's head, and she felt another urge to get home. It was getting worse. Lost in thought, she wondered if she'd even make it to the bath, possibly forcing her to bust out her plastic 'friend' as soon as she got in the room.
Artie looked up at her, as she was running all of this through her mind.
"Are you okay?"
"Hm? Oh...yeah, thanks. I just need to get home and take care of something."
"If you need any help, let me know. I can always give you a ride." Another storm of mental images nearly caused her to collapse. "I could use a blowjob."
Mykah stopped and gasped, shaking her head. "WHAT?!" she responded, eyes wide.
Artie had a momentary look of confusion on his face, as he looked up at her. "I said, you did a good job."
"Oh! Well, thanks." Mykah's eyes were far off as she was wrestling with her thoughts.
"I want to feel your breasts," Artie stated.
"Ex-excuse me?!"
"I'm saying that you look like you could use a rest. Be it far from me to tell you--"
"I think you're right." As soon as she could, she turned and practically ran out to the car, yelling, "Thanks, Artie!"
Artie sighed, shook his head and went back to his computer.
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"She said what?" Claudia walked next to Pete, down the endless aisles of the warehouse.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Pete said. "Has she been acting weird at all, lately?"
"Um, no more than her usual, anal self."
"She is wound pretty tight. I think she just got me pretty good. I see she's playing dirty now. No more Mr. nice Pete. Oh, speaking of dirty, look what I found at the last place we were at."
Pete fished the stone figurine from his pocket, and held it out for Claudia to see. "I'm
calling him Bonner. Heh, get it? It's like boner--Claudia?"
Claudia was staring at the figurine, in a daze. "Sheesh, you and Mykah. It's like you've never seen a stone willy before."
"...It's...amazing!" Claudia exclaimed, snatching it up with a fascinated expression. "That's a big cock you have there, Bonner," she cooed.
Hearing claudia talk like that caused Pete's cock to stir and get hard. He was kind of ashamed of himself, but then he realized he wasn't just hard, he was the hardest he'd ever been. He felt like he was going to explode. He turned quickly, so Claudia couldn't see his bulge, and looked down to find his erection going down his leg a ways. He reached down to feel what was going on. His cock was just above normal
size, regularly, but it was already halfway down his thigh, in his pants.
Before he could react, Claudia peeked around him curiously, catching sight of what had his attention. Pete had grown lightheaded, swaying a bit. He had also noticed that he felt really hot, like someone had turned up the thermostat. That's funny, he thought, Artie wouldn't turn the heat on, he's too stingy to pay the extra expense to heat the warehouse above the climate controlled system.
"Oooh," Claudia fell to her knees in front of Pete, her mind instantly flooded with ideas of what was in Pete's slacks. Her pussy was on fire, and she was squirming just to touch it. She had always harbored a secret crush on Pete, and had had a few interesting fantasies about him, in the past. It seemed like all of those fantasies had just resurfaced, and magnified in intensity a hundred times over. There was a small part of her mind that was wondering what the hell was going on, but it was soon quashed by the massive state of arousal she was in. She wanted him. She needed him.
She smiled, not taking her eyes off of the monster in his pants. "Are they filming anaconda, part three in your pants?" She leaned forward, placing her hot mouth over the obvious outline of his cock head, straining against the fabric of his pants. She flicked her tongue, trying hard to taste it through the material, soaking it thoroughly. She started sucking lightly, causing Pete to jerk back to a slight awareness of what was happening.
"I uh...have to go, like now!" with a strangled noise, Pete turned and ran off, back to the office on his way out to Lena's to find out what was happening to the most important part of his body.
