"ElecYaku is too soft! That's why she left in the first place,"[color=red][/color] FireYaku argued back, at least seeming more passionate now. She also wasn't waiting for SplashLady to finish, so their voices clashed and overlapped each other. "You tricked her into posing for lewd photographs by playing on her naivety! What do you know about- oooh, it's on now! Are you saying I'm not proud about who I am, what I do, and how I look?!"[color=red][/color]
PhotoMan watched on; his mouth gaped as the two girls went at it, but his eyes stayed indistinct as always.
"Nobody's got more pride than me, and I'll prove it to you!"[color=red][/color] the mafioso roared, throwing her sticks aside and ripping the tunic from her chest, revealing the white wrap she wore across her chest. With a look of both anger and resolution, she stormed over to PhotoMan's prostrated form, bent herself over his knee, and tugged down her shorts, revealing the thin, white towel she wore wrapped around her bottom as a fundoshi. Amazingly, her butt was just as deeply tan as the rest of her body. Her hat fell off as she leaned her body forward, then turned her shimmering eyes towards SplashLady. "Go ahead, hit me! Observe my pride!"[color=red][/color]
The photographer held up one trembling hand above her right butt-cheek, then turned his eyes searchingly to SplashLady. "Please, SplashLady, remove my helmet. You can use it like a conventional camera by flipping open a hatch on the top and pushing a button. I can doctor the shots later, so don't worry about quality, just hurry, " he rattled with amazing speed, clearly afraid that if he hesitated for even a second to negotiate the conditions of the shoot, he'd miss the chance to do it.
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ElecYaku? Tricked her? It's on now? Whaaaaaaat? But before she could speak, SplashLady saw that the desired effect had occured. Well, not how she planned it, but who was she to complain with results? She reached over and, with godspeed, removed PhotoMan's helmet and took several quick steps back. Let's see, it was probably there that served as the lens, and that hatch...aha, there it was. And there was the button, perfect. Okay, time to let the camera show its love. "All set, now go!" Without either speaking a word, both hirer and hiree knew this was their best shot, and any unnecessary chatter would probably wreck that...
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PhotoMan gulped, sweating profusely now through a combination of the heat and the situation. The fact that he himself was sweating, along with the photo's intended target, added a bit to the quality of the composition... although it still looked pretty mismatched. PhotoMan looked like he'd be more at home getting spanked than delivering punishment. Even if he was a pervert, he clearly had no experience doing that sort of thing... but then, who would have that sort of experience?
"No more waiting, pervert! Hit me!"[color=red][/color] the loincloth-clad girl ordered him, lifting her gaze to meet his own. With no further hesitation and ironically driven by fear, PhotoMan let his hand go down, smacking into FireYaku's butt with a loud, successful noise. There was something about it splitting the air, followed by no further complaining by the mafioso, that seemed to set things right. Adopting his ordinary, unremarkable frown, PhotoMan moved his hand up and down mechanically, smacking the Mafia Bloodhound's posterior with great efficiency.
FireYaku kept a resolute face at first, then gradually grew redder around the cheeks (both sets). Determined, she said nothing, drawing up her lips to avoid making any noise. The only sound that rang out was the constant, satisfying whack of his hand hitting her bottom, which jiggled little due to the firmness granted to it by her ordinary muscle training. PhotoMan looked as though he was considering saying something, but kept it to himself, clearly thinking that he should avoid doing anything that might upset the good fortune he'd been granted.
No look of pain came to FireYaku, but her bottom had begun to look decisively red, as had her face. "Can we cut it out already?! I didn't clear a block of my schedule to sit around doing this all day!"[color=red][/color] she complained.
One could easily speculate that with the spanking she was getting, it would be good for her if she hadn't planned to devote any time to sitting that day, period. PhotoMan finally stopped, nodding, but keeping his grasp on her rump; he'd begun to dehumanize it to the point where he felt comfortable leaving his hand there. "Very well. Trust me, you've made a wise decision, proving to us not only your bravery, but your willingness to cooperate for the good of others. You can rest assured you will see a portion of all gains made from the photographs as well."
"Let go before I break every bone in your fingers!"[color=red][/color]
Alarmed, PhotoMan released her butt, then backed up across the floor and into the wall. The mafioso rose up off the ground, her body a sculpted, dark-tanned, sweaty, and utterly erotic sight, clad only in the slightly displaced cloth. PhotoMan couldn't help clicking his eyes, although Yaku likely didn't know the meaning of it. "I guess I really did owe you for telling me about my sister... But now, we're even,"[color=red][/color] she concluded, stepping past him to head towards the door. She teleported out immediately, not waiting for any further dialogue.
"...We got what we came for," PhotoMan gasped, releasing a long-held sigh. "I'm surprised; in the end, it worked out perfectly. It was tense there for a moment, but with all of the photographs we took, one of them must be usable. Thank you for assisting me yet again, SplashLady," he murmured, handing over her reward along with a bonus.
*SplashLady gets: HeatCross + 800z*
He watched her thoughtfully, keeping his mouth closed like he was trying to hold in his breath again. "Thank you so much for helping me fill my portfolio with everything I need to save my career," the photographer commented, bowing stiffly for an extended period to show his respect. As if trying to decide what to say next, he stared sheepishly at his feet, keeping that uncomfortable position. The sweat dripping from his disheveled black hair revealed how nervous he felt.
"No more waiting, pervert! Hit me!"[color=red][/color] the loincloth-clad girl ordered him, lifting her gaze to meet his own. With no further hesitation and ironically driven by fear, PhotoMan let his hand go down, smacking into FireYaku's butt with a loud, successful noise. There was something about it splitting the air, followed by no further complaining by the mafioso, that seemed to set things right. Adopting his ordinary, unremarkable frown, PhotoMan moved his hand up and down mechanically, smacking the Mafia Bloodhound's posterior with great efficiency.
FireYaku kept a resolute face at first, then gradually grew redder around the cheeks (both sets). Determined, she said nothing, drawing up her lips to avoid making any noise. The only sound that rang out was the constant, satisfying whack of his hand hitting her bottom, which jiggled little due to the firmness granted to it by her ordinary muscle training. PhotoMan looked as though he was considering saying something, but kept it to himself, clearly thinking that he should avoid doing anything that might upset the good fortune he'd been granted.
No look of pain came to FireYaku, but her bottom had begun to look decisively red, as had her face. "Can we cut it out already?! I didn't clear a block of my schedule to sit around doing this all day!"[color=red][/color] she complained.
One could easily speculate that with the spanking she was getting, it would be good for her if she hadn't planned to devote any time to sitting that day, period. PhotoMan finally stopped, nodding, but keeping his grasp on her rump; he'd begun to dehumanize it to the point where he felt comfortable leaving his hand there. "Very well. Trust me, you've made a wise decision, proving to us not only your bravery, but your willingness to cooperate for the good of others. You can rest assured you will see a portion of all gains made from the photographs as well."
"Let go before I break every bone in your fingers!"[color=red][/color]
Alarmed, PhotoMan released her butt, then backed up across the floor and into the wall. The mafioso rose up off the ground, her body a sculpted, dark-tanned, sweaty, and utterly erotic sight, clad only in the slightly displaced cloth. PhotoMan couldn't help clicking his eyes, although Yaku likely didn't know the meaning of it. "I guess I really did owe you for telling me about my sister... But now, we're even,"[color=red][/color] she concluded, stepping past him to head towards the door. She teleported out immediately, not waiting for any further dialogue.
"...We got what we came for," PhotoMan gasped, releasing a long-held sigh. "I'm surprised; in the end, it worked out perfectly. It was tense there for a moment, but with all of the photographs we took, one of them must be usable. Thank you for assisting me yet again, SplashLady," he murmured, handing over her reward along with a bonus.
*SplashLady gets: HeatCross + 800z*
He watched her thoughtfully, keeping his mouth closed like he was trying to hold in his breath again. "Thank you so much for helping me fill my portfolio with everything I need to save my career," the photographer commented, bowing stiffly for an extended period to show his respect. As if trying to decide what to say next, he stared sheepishly at his feet, keeping that uncomfortable position. The sweat dripping from his disheveled black hair revealed how nervous he felt.
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She still wasn't entirely sure how it happened, but they got FireYaku's cooperation. SplashLady joined her partner in a long pent up sigh, relieved that that was over. "I didn't really think she was going to do it for a bit..." After receiving her reward, she placed PhotoMan's helmet back on his head, noticing that he was still really nervous. It was easy to guess why, though: they weren't done. "Don't worry, I didn't forget about that other shoot. I said I'd do it, and I'm not backing out now!" Especially since if she did now, she'd look like a total hypocrite after what she said to FireYaku. "So, where do you want to do the shoot? So long as it's not here...I don't really want to stay here any longer."
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"Y-You'll really do it?" he asked, then gave a sigh of relief. After everything they'd just gone through with FireYaku, he had clearly been made very high-strung. Or perhaps there was another reason... "You can't imagine what it means to me. The perfect location will be BeachNet; I've already got a spot in mind that is public without being overly crowded, commanding excellent scenery as well. It would actually be a nice place to spend an afternoon if I could get time off..."
Saying "time off" seemed to remind him that pretty soon, he'd be seeking employment again; from what he'd said earlier, it sounded like Showbizz was cutting him loose. He looked momentarily uncertain, then remembered the opportunity that lay ahead of him. "Yes, SplashLady, proceed on to these coordinates. We'll hammer out the details of the shoot there. I'll need to pick the perfect spot, get you in wardrobe... find an actor..." he murmured, rubbing his chin briefly in deep contemplation before remembering that she still needed the data. "Here are the coordinates. I'll see you there," the cameraman finished, then disappeared.
*SplashLady gets: 10 PhotoMan FXP*
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Saying "time off" seemed to remind him that pretty soon, he'd be seeking employment again; from what he'd said earlier, it sounded like Showbizz was cutting him loose. He looked momentarily uncertain, then remembered the opportunity that lay ahead of him. "Yes, SplashLady, proceed on to these coordinates. We'll hammer out the details of the shoot there. I'll need to pick the perfect spot, get you in wardrobe... find an actor..." he murmured, rubbing his chin briefly in deep contemplation before remembering that she still needed the data. "Here are the coordinates. I'll see you there," the cameraman finished, then disappeared.
*SplashLady gets: 10 PhotoMan FXP*
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Beach Area...somehow, she wasn't surprised. It did fit her, she supposed, even if she was more a fan of Yoka. "Okay, I'll be there!" Upon seeing PhotoMan leave, however, she frowned and rested a hand on her hip. "...Is it just me, or was he looking a lot more pumped for this than the others?"
"Eh, probably just you!"
"Oh, hey Sabrina! Surprised you're not looking like a prune, after all that soaking!"
"I'll have plenty of time to look wrinkly when I'm old! I'm almost done, though...the initial awesomeness feeling's wearing off. Plus, if I take too long, someone else'll come in here, and do you have any idea weird it'd be, being naked in front of a total stranger?!"
"[size0]Better idea than you think...[/size] This isn't exactly rush hour, though. It'll probably get more patrons later on after everyone eats supper!"
"I guess...but I think I'm getting out anyway. I'm getting kinda hungry, anyway." ...Which returned her to the issue at hand, namely that her towel was sorta far away. She could probably reach it without having to get completely out, but..."Anyway, you go on ahead. You won't need to fight, so it shouldn't matter if I can't send over BattleChips or anything!"
"Right. Better get over there quick, or PhotoMan'll think I'm getting cold feet!" And with that, the mermaid Navi vanished.
(TO BEACH...INDIRECTLY)
"Eh, probably just you!"
"Oh, hey Sabrina! Surprised you're not looking like a prune, after all that soaking!"
"I'll have plenty of time to look wrinkly when I'm old! I'm almost done, though...the initial awesomeness feeling's wearing off. Plus, if I take too long, someone else'll come in here, and do you have any idea weird it'd be, being naked in front of a total stranger?!"
"[size0]Better idea than you think...[/size] This isn't exactly rush hour, though. It'll probably get more patrons later on after everyone eats supper!"
"I guess...but I think I'm getting out anyway. I'm getting kinda hungry, anyway." ...Which returned her to the issue at hand, namely that her towel was sorta far away. She could probably reach it without having to get completely out, but..."Anyway, you go on ahead. You won't need to fight, so it shouldn't matter if I can't send over BattleChips or anything!"
"Right. Better get over there quick, or PhotoMan'll think I'm getting cold feet!" And with that, the mermaid Navi vanished.
(TO BEACH...INDIRECTLY)