Title: Closet Fan
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: PG-13
Summery: When fetish goes freakish.
Note: Warning, severe trauma may be casued by reading this. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
It was a quiet day at the mansion at 1111 Faust street. The servants were about cleaning and everything was unusually happy. Even the intimidating Ian Nottingham was smiling.
Perhaps Irons telling everyone that no one was to disturb him for the next twenty-four hours. Everyone had been grim looking when he had announced it, but as soon as he was safely behind the sound proof walls, they had been screaming with happiness.
Sara entered the mansion and couldn't help but stare at the staff. She had seen them before at her other visits here, but they had always been silent and miserable. But now they seemed light hearted and were visiting with each other. The windows were all open and the sun was shining brightly into the house.
"Ah, Sara. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Sara could recognize that voice from anywhere. Sara rolled her eyes and turned around.
"I'm not here to see......." Her mouth dropped too far to make any audible words. Ian titlted his head a little and gazed back at her.
"Sara?"
"You." It sounded more like a question than a word. He had no idea what was making her speechless. Maybe it was his change in wardrobe.He was only wearing regular blue jeans, slightly sagging to today's fashion, but he still had his wallet chain present. Also featured was a red tank top, and he had turned in his combat boots for regular black sneakers.
After Sara had gotten over her shock, she withdrew her gun and aimed it at him. He looked back in amused disbelief and even laughed. "What are you doing?"
"Where is the real Ian Nottingham and what have you done with him?" She asked seriously. Normal clothes, laughing. This couldn't be the same guy who had been stalking her for the last four months. Her statement had just made him laugh even harder.
"It's me, put the gun down." When it was obvious that she didn't believe him, he finally put his laughing into check and pulled out the wallet that was attached to the chain. He flashed her his driver's license. "See, it's me. Calm down."
Sara put down her gun and just shook her head. The look on her face made him laugh again.
"What puts you into such a state of disbelief?" He asked, barely able to get the words out pass his laughter.
Sara glared and got huffy. "Well, Jesus Christ, since when do you laugh?"
"Doesn't everybody?" He asked. He was finally able to stop laughing. "You still haven't said why you are here."
"Your outfit was distracting me." Ian looked down at himself.
"What's wrong with my clothes. I assumed they were normal."
"That's the point." Sara said sharply. Ian decided to not to go any further on the subject of his appearal.
"Why are you here today, Sara?"
"I need to speak with your boss." She said crossly, not wanting to waste any time.
"I'm sorry to say Mr. Irons is not attainable at the moment. Is there anything else you need?"
"Let me see your boss, Nottingham. Or is Daddy's little boy hiding something?"
He let the remark slide and smirked. "There's no need to insult, Sara. If you truly wish to see Mr. Irons, follow me. But I warn you, you did ask for this."
Sara was growing impatient. "Sure, fine, whatever. Lead the way."
Ian led her up a staircase, around a few corners, and all the way to what must've been the back. They came to a set of large white doors. They were shaking slightly and Sara could've sworn there was music on the otherside, but she couldn't make out what.
'This will be interesting.' Ian thought to himself. He was ready to burst out laughing again, but kept himself in check. "He's just through here." He said over his shoulder as he swung the doors open.
"What the fuck?!" Sara screamed, but she wan't heard. The music was being blast so loud you couldn't hear anything, but she barely noticed. Though it was against her will and made her sick, her eyes were glued to Irons.
His eyes were closed and he was singing and dancing to the music. His outfit consisted of a catholic school girl skirt, along with the top tied together to reveal his incredibly flat chest. He was also sporting a brown wig that went into pigtails. If she had thought Ian's clothes were strange, Irons' were outright horrifying.
Ian knew quite well of this room, with it's millions of posters and concert tapes. And especially of it's many outfits, like the one Irons was wearing at present. But he had never seen it put to these uses before. His laughter was as unstopable as Sara's repulsion.
"Oh baby, baby. How was I suppose to know? That something wasn't right here?"
Irons droned in a mock saprano voice. He was on a mini stage mocking the music video, which was on a huge big screen behind him.
"Oh baby, baby. I shouldn't have let you go. Now your out of site, yeah!"
Irons ran his hand over his front, which the skirt and shirt did very little to cover, as he shook his hips and did fancy turns.
"Show me, how you want it to be. Tell me baby, cause I need to know now, oh because."
He turned straight forward and shook the breasts he didn't have. As if that wasn't horrifying enough, he swirled so that his skirt flewup around him to reveal him clothed in pink women's underware. When he turned, they discovered much to their terror that the underware was a thong.
"My loneliness is killing me. (and I) I must confess, I still believe (still believe) When I'm not with you I lose my mind. Give me a sign. Hit me baby one more time!"
For the finale, he turned toward them , eyes still shut, and slapped his ass. The music stopped and a woman's voice could be heard.
"That was Baby One More Time by our beloved Brittney Speares. Stay tuned for the twenty-four hour Britney fanatic day, only on MTV."
Irons stretched and finally opened his eyes. His eyes grew wide as he saw Ian and Sara standing there. His hands flew up to his naked chest and he ran behind a curtain, trying to hide himself as he screamed at Ian for disturbing him.
"Today my devotion was for Britney Speares, and Britney Speares alone!" He screamed out at them.
At these words, Sara just let the air out of her and fainted. Ian caught her before she fell. He turned to Irons, still trying to hide the laughter.
"I take it she doesn't wish for an encore."
The End
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: PG-13
Summery: When fetish goes freakish.
Note: Warning, severe trauma may be casued by reading this. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
It was a quiet day at the mansion at 1111 Faust street. The servants were about cleaning and everything was unusually happy. Even the intimidating Ian Nottingham was smiling.
Perhaps Irons telling everyone that no one was to disturb him for the next twenty-four hours. Everyone had been grim looking when he had announced it, but as soon as he was safely behind the sound proof walls, they had been screaming with happiness.
Sara entered the mansion and couldn't help but stare at the staff. She had seen them before at her other visits here, but they had always been silent and miserable. But now they seemed light hearted and were visiting with each other. The windows were all open and the sun was shining brightly into the house.
"Ah, Sara. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Sara could recognize that voice from anywhere. Sara rolled her eyes and turned around.
"I'm not here to see......." Her mouth dropped too far to make any audible words. Ian titlted his head a little and gazed back at her.
"Sara?"
"You." It sounded more like a question than a word. He had no idea what was making her speechless. Maybe it was his change in wardrobe.He was only wearing regular blue jeans, slightly sagging to today's fashion, but he still had his wallet chain present. Also featured was a red tank top, and he had turned in his combat boots for regular black sneakers.
After Sara had gotten over her shock, she withdrew her gun and aimed it at him. He looked back in amused disbelief and even laughed. "What are you doing?"
"Where is the real Ian Nottingham and what have you done with him?" She asked seriously. Normal clothes, laughing. This couldn't be the same guy who had been stalking her for the last four months. Her statement had just made him laugh even harder.
"It's me, put the gun down." When it was obvious that she didn't believe him, he finally put his laughing into check and pulled out the wallet that was attached to the chain. He flashed her his driver's license. "See, it's me. Calm down."
Sara put down her gun and just shook her head. The look on her face made him laugh again.
"What puts you into such a state of disbelief?" He asked, barely able to get the words out pass his laughter.
Sara glared and got huffy. "Well, Jesus Christ, since when do you laugh?"
"Doesn't everybody?" He asked. He was finally able to stop laughing. "You still haven't said why you are here."
"Your outfit was distracting me." Ian looked down at himself.
"What's wrong with my clothes. I assumed they were normal."
"That's the point." Sara said sharply. Ian decided to not to go any further on the subject of his appearal.
"Why are you here today, Sara?"
"I need to speak with your boss." She said crossly, not wanting to waste any time.
"I'm sorry to say Mr. Irons is not attainable at the moment. Is there anything else you need?"
"Let me see your boss, Nottingham. Or is Daddy's little boy hiding something?"
He let the remark slide and smirked. "There's no need to insult, Sara. If you truly wish to see Mr. Irons, follow me. But I warn you, you did ask for this."
Sara was growing impatient. "Sure, fine, whatever. Lead the way."
Ian led her up a staircase, around a few corners, and all the way to what must've been the back. They came to a set of large white doors. They were shaking slightly and Sara could've sworn there was music on the otherside, but she couldn't make out what.
'This will be interesting.' Ian thought to himself. He was ready to burst out laughing again, but kept himself in check. "He's just through here." He said over his shoulder as he swung the doors open.
"What the fuck?!" Sara screamed, but she wan't heard. The music was being blast so loud you couldn't hear anything, but she barely noticed. Though it was against her will and made her sick, her eyes were glued to Irons.
His eyes were closed and he was singing and dancing to the music. His outfit consisted of a catholic school girl skirt, along with the top tied together to reveal his incredibly flat chest. He was also sporting a brown wig that went into pigtails. If she had thought Ian's clothes were strange, Irons' were outright horrifying.
Ian knew quite well of this room, with it's millions of posters and concert tapes. And especially of it's many outfits, like the one Irons was wearing at present. But he had never seen it put to these uses before. His laughter was as unstopable as Sara's repulsion.
"Oh baby, baby. How was I suppose to know? That something wasn't right here?"
Irons droned in a mock saprano voice. He was on a mini stage mocking the music video, which was on a huge big screen behind him.
"Oh baby, baby. I shouldn't have let you go. Now your out of site, yeah!"
Irons ran his hand over his front, which the skirt and shirt did very little to cover, as he shook his hips and did fancy turns.
"Show me, how you want it to be. Tell me baby, cause I need to know now, oh because."
He turned straight forward and shook the breasts he didn't have. As if that wasn't horrifying enough, he swirled so that his skirt flewup around him to reveal him clothed in pink women's underware. When he turned, they discovered much to their terror that the underware was a thong.
"My loneliness is killing me. (and I) I must confess, I still believe (still believe) When I'm not with you I lose my mind. Give me a sign. Hit me baby one more time!"
For the finale, he turned toward them , eyes still shut, and slapped his ass. The music stopped and a woman's voice could be heard.
"That was Baby One More Time by our beloved Brittney Speares. Stay tuned for the twenty-four hour Britney fanatic day, only on MTV."
Irons stretched and finally opened his eyes. His eyes grew wide as he saw Ian and Sara standing there. His hands flew up to his naked chest and he ran behind a curtain, trying to hide himself as he screamed at Ian for disturbing him.
"Today my devotion was for Britney Speares, and Britney Speares alone!" He screamed out at them.
At these words, Sara just let the air out of her and fainted. Ian caught her before she fell. He turned to Irons, still trying to hide the laughter.
"I take it she doesn't wish for an encore."
The End