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vanillajello) wrote2010-12-03 12:35 am
vanillajello) wrote2010-12-03 12:35 am
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Room 324, Thursday Evening
Right. Kate had made sure Bobby was staying out of the room for a good while, she'd bribed the squirrels with a bottle of rum and promises of adding some in her wishlist as well, and she'd brought the cake she'd baked in the morning into her room.
So now it was just her in her Princess Valhalla costume, the cake, and a tub of Cool Whip -- and fourth_mister on webcam.
Her laptop was on her desk, and the cake was on a chair, far enough from the desk to fit into the view of the camera, and Kate was busy covering the cake liberally with whipped cream from the tub. She was using a random flyer she'd pulled off her wall to spread the stuff because she had overlooked that part of the planning.
"So I was checking out your wishlist," the guy said, continuing the idle, stilted chatter that had been going on for a few minutes. "I see you want a Kindle, a Coach purse --"
"Or the Magic Bullet," Kate interjected. "I'm fucking wild about that Magic Bullet." It just looked so handy! And maybe she'd watched too many infomercials over the last week in her quest to not think. She stuffed the slighty soggy flyer into the empty tub, then set them aside, licking her fingers clean of spots cream. "All right," she said, eyeing the cake, then looking up at the laptop. "So... Tell me, kind sir, what do I do now? I just... sit on this thing?"
She really had no idea. Luckily fourth_mister was more than helpful. He was even smiling. "Yeah, but... First you need to turn away from me. So I can see your ass. --" She started turning around, her back to him. "-- But I wanna see your face, too."
So, maybe there were a lot of specifics to this. "Wait, before I do this, help a lady out," Kate said as she turned around again, wanting to clarify something else too. She pointed down at the cake, her finger tracing a circle in the air above it. "Do I hate this, or do I like this?"
The guy wasn't even fazed that she'd asked. "You're surprised," he told her excitedly. "You don't know you're about to sit on the cake."
Kate nodded slowly. "Okay." Okay. Surprised, face in view, ass in view. Got it. Again, she turned her back towards the laptop, the camera, the guy, but peered awkwardly over her shoulder as she moved her wig from where it hung low against her back, and tried to see where exactly she should stand.
A moment of careful adjusting later she had positioned herself over the cake. And then the only way was down.
...
The cake was... squishy, under her ass, completely flattened against the chair by her weight, and the whipped cream got inside her shorts, and she made an exaggeratedly surprised face at the laptop over her shoulder, her eyes widening comically and her hand over her open mouth, as the guy looked back at her an excited but dazed look in his wide eyes, clearly enjoying the sight, his breathing coming in heavy through the laptop speakers -- and at that exact moment she didn't exactly know how that made her feel. How any of this made her feel.
But at least she was getting a Magic Bullet for her trouble.
[ooc: Establishy, OOC-okay, and everything under the cut NFB, thank you! And I feel there ought to be a warning here for a teenager engaging in pornographic activities even if it's not sexual for her. This canon, IDEK guys. Taken from USoT S02E08. Bobby modded with kind permission.]
So now it was just her in her Princess Valhalla costume, the cake, and a tub of Cool Whip -- and fourth_mister on webcam.
Her laptop was on her desk, and the cake was on a chair, far enough from the desk to fit into the view of the camera, and Kate was busy covering the cake liberally with whipped cream from the tub. She was using a random flyer she'd pulled off her wall to spread the stuff because she had overlooked that part of the planning.
"So I was checking out your wishlist," the guy said, continuing the idle, stilted chatter that had been going on for a few minutes. "I see you want a Kindle, a Coach purse --"
"Or the Magic Bullet," Kate interjected. "I'm fucking wild about that Magic Bullet." It just looked so handy! And maybe she'd watched too many infomercials over the last week in her quest to not think. She stuffed the slighty soggy flyer into the empty tub, then set them aside, licking her fingers clean of spots cream. "All right," she said, eyeing the cake, then looking up at the laptop. "So... Tell me, kind sir, what do I do now? I just... sit on this thing?"
She really had no idea. Luckily fourth_mister was more than helpful. He was even smiling. "Yeah, but... First you need to turn away from me. So I can see your ass. --" She started turning around, her back to him. "-- But I wanna see your face, too."
So, maybe there were a lot of specifics to this. "Wait, before I do this, help a lady out," Kate said as she turned around again, wanting to clarify something else too. She pointed down at the cake, her finger tracing a circle in the air above it. "Do I hate this, or do I like this?"
The guy wasn't even fazed that she'd asked. "You're surprised," he told her excitedly. "You don't know you're about to sit on the cake."
Kate nodded slowly. "Okay." Okay. Surprised, face in view, ass in view. Got it. Again, she turned her back towards the laptop, the camera, the guy, but peered awkwardly over her shoulder as she moved her wig from where it hung low against her back, and tried to see where exactly she should stand.
A moment of careful adjusting later she had positioned herself over the cake. And then the only way was down.
...
The cake was... squishy, under her ass, completely flattened against the chair by her weight, and the whipped cream got inside her shorts, and she made an exaggeratedly surprised face at the laptop over her shoulder, her eyes widening comically and her hand over her open mouth, as the guy looked back at her an excited but dazed look in his wide eyes, clearly enjoying the sight, his breathing coming in heavy through the laptop speakers -- and at that exact moment she didn't exactly know how that made her feel. How any of this made her feel.
But at least she was getting a Magic Bullet for her trouble.
[ooc: Establishy, OOC-okay, and everything under the cut NFB, thank you! And I feel there ought to be a warning here for a teenager engaging in pornographic activities even if it's not sexual for her. This canon, IDEK guys. Taken from USoT S02E08. Bobby modded with kind permission.]
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