Extended Summary: Mignon Beart begins to feel her efforts in the 'touring musical idol' business are not working out too well. However, she feels her luck is about to change, as she takes under consideration the chance to cross over into the media of cinema – a chance to become an actress and reach the absolute peak of fame, on the odd road to 'world peace'. Sure, Southtown doesn't carry the glitz and glam of Hollywood, but it's still good enough for a start, right? ...Right...?
Rated M for a reason.
Mignon exhaled calmly. One good look in the mirror before heading out and she knew she looked dazzling.
A cute bow-tie straightened, wrist-bands tightened, glorious pink hair curled to perfection.
Perfect.
It was all to hope that the credentials on the sole page of paper that she could consider her résumé are enough for them to consider.
Two weeks had passed since the end of the 2006 King of Fighters tournament – in short, she hadn't gotten very far before her defeat, which at this point she had to have expected to happen a lot, both then and in 2004 when she first entered. All she heard about the ultimate outcome of this year's tournament was that 'that red-headed delinquent', as she called him, managed to put a stop to evil along the way to his victory. Sure, despite losing to him in the 2004 tourney and being called 'a kid' by him to add insult to injury, she would spend the time to consider him a hero to mankind, but unfortunately her priorities did not call for that.
One thing she did develop in the past couple years, besides a bit of a rivalry with another girl, was interest in touring around the world, all in the means of world peace. Thaaat hadn't gotten off the ground yet. Sure, there were supporters... the tens of them, hundreds if lucky... but despite managing to flex her musical and magical talents to the most optimal fashion, the farthest she got to a worldwide tour was deep in the outskirts of Southtown.
Maybe being a musician / magician hybrid wasn't the best of ways for her road to finally granting peace across the globe...
...So, how about using those talents for a more cinematic feature?
The works of television and film in general always intrigued Mignon – although technically she had her start through the past couple of King of Fighters tournaments, since they have been televised live since the humble beginnings over a decade ago, she never really got her grasp at actual acting. Developing her heroic character was a start, but after a couple years of showing off her persona to the KOF fans watching, she really wanted to consider taking it to the next level.
Despite the ridicule she faced from her 'cold and cruel' younger sister, she didn't want to back down from the challenge of the big / silver screens – whatever which one she was going to land first was all up to the universe at this point – and she was one to never consider surrender.
She had managed to get in contact with a local cinematographer who was looking to get into film of some sort – not a complete unknown, an actually slightly notable kind of guy, although the name escapes, looking into some independent stuff. That was all she knew.
With a final glance at herself in the mirror, she was ready.
"Alright, Mignon… time to cure the world."
Heading to the locale of this guy's studio was only a six-minute walk – not exactly a short ways away, but not too long; wasn't exactly the most populated part of Southtown, something which does leave off to some worrying thoughts of hoodlums around circling Mignon's head, but the initial call was assurance enough from him that she would be safe around those parts.
Entering the fairly small one-floor building introduced the magic-experienced lady to a simple and well-lit waiting room heading in. The clock on the left above the seats – 4:01 PM – not the most perfect of times, but still barely late to her arrival.
Mignon didn't exactly prepare any sort of special formal attire for the meeting, sticking with a fluffy jacket straight from home for the slightly chilly weather, and underneath, the reddish-pink / white / black get-up she wore in her past participation in the KOF tournaments, just for the sake of being recognized easier. Would certainly make her chances with this guy a little better.
Approaching the young man with glasses behind the front desk, she kept her grin-to-grin smile as she calmly greeted, "Hiiii~"
He blinked twice before he started to notice her presence, and stopped his typing on the computer in front of himself to look up to her. "Uh, hello..."
She quickly made sure to say, "Mignon apologizes for being a little tardy..."
He recognized the name, typing a little faster into the computer. "Ah, so you're Ms. Beart?"
She giggled, feeling against the length of her hair with a smile, holding her page of credentials close to her chest. "Here for my 4PM appointment – I'm sure the filmmaker's told you."
He nodded, continuing to sift through the database… but then he exhaled sharply, "Ooh... maybe you could've given a little longer before you came by – he's actually in with another client."
Mignon's smile lost a slight bit of that shine. "What?" She itched her head in confused, "I-I'm sorry, but... aren't these usually planned to occur on time?"
The young man shrugs. "I mean, we're not exactly the biggest group around for this sort of business – feels like he's enjoying the company in there. Sorry."
A bit of a pause, a very awkward one, before he spoke up, gesturing towards the chairs behind, "You can sit down and wait, they'll probably be done soon...
Mignon was deep in thought herself, not exactly listening to anything else.
I don't get it, she spoke within herself, eyes gazing towards the carpet she stood on, who would he be getting along... so well... with-?
Something sparked within her mind as she looked back up, something that felt like a bit of a problem for herself; before heading off towards that door, she pardoned herself, "Uhh... excuse, for one second..."
He warned back, to little avail, "I wouldn't want to interrupt their meeting, if I were you..."
How fortunate that the door used for the entry into the main man's office had at least a bit of a window, as Mignon used it once reaching the end of that light hall to look in and eavesdrop. She was very much worried about the worst scenario.
Peering right in, she first locked her eyes on the man himself within the room – not quite the most well-built, above average at best, well-shaved, nicely-combed short hair similar to the secretary she just talked with – probably in his late 20s, or early 30s.
However, once she got to the person across from him on the leather couch placed to the left, proving recognition of her difficult from the simple jacket and jeans that wouldn't catch anyone's attention combined with her face partially turned away from the door, but the dark purple hair... the star-garnished hairband...
What started as a simultaneously worried and angered whimper turned into a self-muffled scream and a consideration of pounding her fists on the door to barge herself in...
...and then the magic overtook her strength and overloaded into her fists, not only busting it open but violently breaking it off its hinges.
The filmmaker-to-be didn't budge much in his chair besides eyes widening and arching backwards a bit from the explosive breaking-in of the door, but his purple-haired client was right off the couch and looked about ready to head into battle herself. Clearly, from the glowing purple magic in her hand forming a sort of transparent blade, she couldn't be recognized as anyone else other than the Psycho Soldier herself.
Deep breaths, Mignon, deep breaths... deep, very obviously fuming-with-anger breaths. Letting her anger act for her, she pointed accusingly at her quote-unquote 'rival'. "YOU!"
Athena gulped. "Oh no..." She knew this was the last person she wanted to deal with after this year's King of Fighters tourney came to a close. Regardless, she was willing to commit to self-defense if fists started flying.
Mignon was not holding back on her eccentric willingness to retaliate against all who stand in her way. "Mignon knew you were going to stand in her way again!"
Looking back to the cinematographer behind the desk, Athena was quick to assure, "Uh, sorry, sir, but I think you'll need to excuse us for a second-"
Mignon put her hands on her hips, interrupting her magical rival. "So what's the reason this time – trying to suck away Mignon's opportunities just to feed your lust for fame?"
The casually-dressed Psycho Soldier turned back to face the pink-haired nuisance and responded, a bit offended. "W-what are you talking about?! This isn't for fame; I'm just trying to help out with the people of Southtown as best I can!"
The Beart sister, probably a bit messed up in the head, responded. "Hmph! Likely story! If you want to try and best me, then it'll have to be settled between your Psycho Power and my white-mage talents, courtesy of the Beart bloodline!" She was really looking to fight, getting into her fighting stance, and a battle was about ready to break out.
"Ladies! Please!"
The man in front of the two magic-users stood up, however, interrupting everything with his assertive tone, and they complied rather quickly, staring right ahead at him.
He continued, "Please... if we can just talk this over... I think I can fit you both in for this meeting right now if we just all calm down..."
Athena nor Mignon responded. They simply looked back at him... rather surprised, actually... and both pairs of eyes, in fact, stared low at him...
It took him a few seconds longer to realize his mistake, as peering down himself made him recognize the fly of his pants completely unzipped, and his amusingly hardened erection poking out for all to see.
"Oh fu-!" He panicked, sitting right back down to hide his beggingly-throbbing self, and a hand planted onto his own face to hide his feeling of shame.
Athena cupped both her hands over her mouth, a pink glow of blush washed over her face, as she meekly squeaked, "Oh my..." She looked absolutely embarrassed to witness this.
It was probably a bad time for that cinematographer to admit his rookie mistake; it was a bit of an odd method, chatting down his female clients in the past with one hand while making some pleasure for himself with the other. Surprising for him it took until now before he got busted. The light bit of fluids over his face, something he didn't recognize until he realized which hand he put across his face, made it clear which hand was used for which.
"Listen... girls, I-I'm sorry..."
"Wait..."
The pink-haired of the two young ladies in front of him seemed to speak up, and he looked up to her, attention gained.
She then asked, through a blushing face herself, "C-can Mignon see, one more time?"
He looked a bit puzzled to why she would ask that, but he complied without knowing, standing up again with his member pointing out to both his clients.
Mignon approached slowly... and she reached out even slower... and she started to feel at the man's slickness with much carefulness in mind.
He couldn't help but let her go at her own pace as she started to move her gloved hand up and down his member.
Athena didn't know how to react, seeing the blushing witch start fondling the man before her. "Wha... what are you doing?"
No responding words came through on the other line, as Mignon continued to feel around the shaft of the man. She'd never been up close and personal with private parts of this magnitude. In reality, it was around 8 inches worth of flesh elongated by the blood rushing down into his crotch, but for the first real encounter, to her, it was a considerably massive one to start.
She began to climb onto the desk, kneeling up and managing full eye contact with him, as her eyes glittered, lingering on him as she began to get a grasp on his loins with both hands this time.
One of his eyes twitched slightly, as he shivered lightly, his erection hardening only slightly.
This sparked a little bit of worry in Mignon, as she looked down for a second and then back into the man's greyish-blue eyes. "Hmm? You okay?"
He sheepishly smiles, "It's fine... I just... never took you for someone this curious."
She responds, toying with the cock before her. "Once you see it... sometimes you just want to feel it... it's almost witchcraft..."
At this point, Athena was trying her hardest to look away from the scene going on in front of her. This was really starting to get uncomfortable on her end.
Mignon giggled at her opposition, eyes darting back as her fingers rummaged the man's cock continuously. "Jealous much?"
Athena's face only got redder, denying any sort of lust circling in her mind. "N-no! I—I... nngh~!" She leaned backwards against the desk, trying to find more entertainment in the walls around her. The urges were real.
Mignon shrugged as she felt at the foreskin a little longer before drawing her mouth, especially her tongue, closer. The stroking slowly began to feel rhythmic while she began bringing contact between her tongue and his cock, her hands working a different sort of magic than she usually dealt with.
He grazed a hand across Mignon's pink hair, even getting a couple fingers digging right under her hairband just to play around, as her tongue felt at his piss-hole and her lips only got closer and closer with each passing stroke.
Just before reaching the next phase of this unexpectedly sensual moment gathered here, heard her rival suddenly begin to cry out...
"Unngh~! I can't take it!"
Then she found herself shoved aside a bit as she felt very much separated from her object of interest...
...and as soon as she looked back, she saw Athena, having climbed onto the desk with her, with almost the entirety of the man's cock jammed deep into her mouth.
He grunted, surprised by the sudden feeling. "Whoa. Holy shit."
The heroic Psycho Soldier damn near retched when she felt the cock almost make a home in her throat. Watching what was going on before her made her feel left out, and the urges became too much to handle. After so many seconds longer of the cock nested deep in her mouth, she lowered out halfway, and started her own rhythm.
Very much irritated, but less than she'd usually be if she wasn't partially overcome by lust over the cock, Mignon pounded her fist on the desk, envious of what she saw mere inches in front of her. "Hey! No fair...!"
He hushed her, "Now now... one at a time, please..."
He pitched in a little of his own work to put in, lightly thrusting against 's mouth as she continued to work his cock. Despite likely knowing a bit more about sex and the physical science behind it than her more-irritating counterpart, between the two of them, she's equally as experienced – as in that she hasn't exactly gone down to it with anyone up until now, and the two of them are only naturally adapting...
After a minute longer of orally pleasing the man, the technical stranger before herself, let the cock depart from her mouth, leaving some strings of spit as the only connection between the two for the moment. Even though she was actually enjoying this, she still felt a bit of regret not realizing what came her way in this place.
I wish I knew what I was getting into, her mind internally lamented.
The man groomed her purple hair, chuckling in amusement of how well she was taking his cock. "You're good..."
Mignon groaned, frustrated with being left out. "Mmn! Give it here!" Then she jumped right back into place, immediately taking in a good part of the cock before her, as Athena took this moment to catch her breath, almost coughing along the way.
Mignon gulped and gagged as she tried replicating Athena's efforts, at a slightly faster and deeper rate. For first-timers, the two of them were doing well going down on this man. However, even through the pleasure, Mignon's competitiveness still had a part in her; her objective in life was to make the world a better place, and if this was going to help that cause, then it had to be done.
One negative for her, however, was the occasional hair from the nest of pubes at the base of the cock, once she reached there, trying to sneak its way into her mouth. Aside from that, everything was going blissfully.
His hands felt at Mignon's face as she continued sucking, taking the cock to the hilt. He felt his own foreskin within her mouth by pressing his thumbs down on her cheeks, which slightly helped in shafting his flesh while she sucked. The hard-on rolled around in her throat, the sound of her gagging among the other assorted mouth noises slightly enhancing the experience.
Mignon's eyes squinted and twitched as she kept the whole cock in her mouth, drooling aggressively.
Seeing how her fellow magic user was taking the member, Athena felt she had to warn her. "Please, be careful..."
Mignon brought her head backwards to let go of the cock for a moment as underneath, she began to remove her white gloves to get a bare-handed approach. She brought the member back into her mouth pretty quickly, this time with her hands dirtying in the shared mix of spit and slick between her and Athena, shafting his cock while sucking it at the same time.
A little bit left out herself, Athena stuck her tongue out to lick at the man's hardness here and there, tasting the concoction of drool and, presumably, some of his pre-cum. Together, the two probably would have trouble sharing any more equally than this...
As this went, the man came closer and closer to a finish, "Mnn... mnnn...! Oh fuck..."
As he grunted, the sucking on Mignon's behalf suddenly halted as she felt the cock throb in her mouth. Athena backed up as she watched Mignon's facial confusion over the throbbing member turn into what looked to be fright, as she felt a fluid slowly begin to flood her mouth and throat. Her muffled cries only got louder, and her hands shakier, before she finally started to release her mouth from his cock with a faint popping noise. Although most of the cum remained in the pinkette's mouth, a slight lob of it dripped onto the desk. The sight of the girl alongside her nearly choking on the big man's fluids was a slight intimidation to Athena as she kept looking on.
The man chuckled, mentally kicking himself for a lack of any warning. "Sorry 'bout that."
Thankfully, Mignon had a bit of strength in her to swallow heavily and gulp down the cum, although she was left panting heavily, breathing for as much air as possible after choking down on the member that was presented before her.
A bit of an awkward pause between the three; Mignon was close to falling off the desk somehow, her body nearly limp from the exhaustion starting to overtake her. Athena, on the other hand, didn't have an idea of what to make of what just happened, equally blaming the heat of the moment and the Beart sister's curiosity getting the best of her... at least, now with the climax at bay.
"Uh..." Athena prods a light finger towards the still-laying Mignon, slightly hoping she was still responsive enough to... well, respond. "...Are you okay?"
Mignon rolled over to stare up to the lights, the panting just slightly lighter than before. Between still-very-winded breaths, she asked, "Did Mignon… get the spot?"
The feeling of restlessness circled over her mind at that moment – this wasn't like someone having a light-weight feeling after a single alcoholic drink, but someone after one sensual oral session, from start to a weird-tasting finish.
The most she could decipher through her ears, as her vision felt tired and blurred while staying awake for that moment, was the man suggesting something about 'in-depth' while tugging at Athena's tight jeans. Then her eyes felt too heavy and suggested the short rest she needed.
Ah well – 'twas fine to figure out later rather than sooner...