10-11-2005, 03:22 AM
You would think that a man who had been shape shifting his entire life would have the more precise motor controls worked out pretty well by this advanced stage of his life. But apparently cramped quarters held challenges all their own as âVok, a suddenly startled bellman and everyone else in the lift soon found out. Truth be told, the Skrull was actually stretching his somewhat elastic form in order to give Kei a pinch on the bottom, but he missed. The Hawaiian girl had been far too quiet and he was attempting to rouse her from whatever daydream she was lost in. But instead all the alien did was give the poor bellman something to have nightmares about and ammunition his teammates could later use to impugn his good name. Ahh well, who was he kidding?
Instead of trying to defend himself, âVok just shut his mouth and made his way to his room as quietly as possible. Of coarse he had the beautiful AJ at his side to remind him of his foray into homoerotic ass play, but somehow the jibes hurt less coming from her. He hovered near the door, waiting for his friend to unload her stuff so that they could get the eveningâs activities underway. Because as much as he couldnât believe he was thinking it, Chandiâs request for a shopping trip didnât sound too bad. Some new threads would do the man a world of good. Of coarse anything bought off the rack wouldnât adapt to his form the way his uniform did, but new clothes wouldnât offer to get up and walk away on their own the way his uniform was threatening to do as of late. Maybe if he could get some nice vacation clothes to tide him over, his interstellar request would come through in time for their return trip to Twilight Cove. The only problem was he hadnât quite figured out how he was going to pay for new clothes. For that matter, how was the team paying for any of this?
Instead of trying to defend himself, âVok just shut his mouth and made his way to his room as quietly as possible. Of coarse he had the beautiful AJ at his side to remind him of his foray into homoerotic ass play, but somehow the jibes hurt less coming from her. He hovered near the door, waiting for his friend to unload her stuff so that they could get the eveningâs activities underway. Because as much as he couldnât believe he was thinking it, Chandiâs request for a shopping trip didnât sound too bad. Some new threads would do the man a world of good. Of coarse anything bought off the rack wouldnât adapt to his form the way his uniform did, but new clothes wouldnât offer to get up and walk away on their own the way his uniform was threatening to do as of late. Maybe if he could get some nice vacation clothes to tide him over, his interstellar request would come through in time for their return trip to Twilight Cove. The only problem was he hadnât quite figured out how he was going to pay for new clothes. For that matter, how was the team paying for any of this?