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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon at all or otherwise I would be living it up in a mansion somewhere xD

Chapter Two: A tired tousle

As soon as they got inside the limo, everything that they put on for the outside world faded. Gary pulled out a cigar from a small silver box that was underneath his seat (he sat on the left again) and fished about in his suits pocket for a lighter. Misty's smiled vanished as the door was closed and she stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular, just looking at anything but the person she was seated next to.

White, hazy smoke filled the limo and Gary leaned back, inhaling his daily dose of toxins as a reward for being a good boy, for playing a good boy. He looked over towards Misty; her red hair was long, brushing past her shoulders a little, and her white skin was the same colour as marble, he thought. Gary leaned over to her and planted a kiss on her pale shoulder which was accepted with a shiver from her. He continued to kiss up her shoulder slowly, while carelessly flicking his cigar with his free hand so that they were both lost in a back seat of lust and ashes.

Misty stiffened, not moving while Gary kissed her so, she had learned not to respond back so that in awhile he would tire of her and go back to doing whatever Gary Oak did. So she continued to look straight ahead, ignoring the kisses he ever so gently planted on her neck and brushed upon her cheeks. "Still going to ignore me, darling?" Darling? God, how she resented the pet names he bestowed upon her, she'd told him not to call her that, again and again but it always just managed to slip his mind conveniently. "Maybe when you stop acting so high and mighty I might actually give you a blowjob." She answered back, her tone sharp and it made Gary smile as he started on her collar bone, kissing her with the greatest precision as if she was made of glass. He answered, although a bit muffled by his kisses, "I'll look forward to that, although I don't think you can beat May's. She's got a very good tongue and her mouth can take on any size, it just goes right in there and she doesn't even gag that often. She's had a lot of practise, y'know." He lifted his head and leaned in to kiss her, his hand cupping her chin, making her lean into him but what he got was much more sweeter than a kiss.

Misty leaned in obligingly, her green eyes reflected in his brown ones, and she waited a second or two until she raised her left hand and gave him a slap so hard that even the chauffer stopped the car and turned around in alarm. Gary cupped his cheek, a slight reddish tinge crawling over his skin and making itself cosy on his face. Misty smiled, she lived for these moments, for these opportunities when she got to wipe that sick smile off his face completely, even if it was only for a few seconds. She sat there, savouring her victory, playing it over and over in her mind, swimming in the delight of his wretched ego being removed of its sneering pride for a minute. Gary rubbed his cheek, but instead of yelling at her or pushing her to the ground as any angry, rambunctious man would think of, no, instead he placed his hand upon her cheek and leaned into her once again, letting her get a view of his red cheek.

"Oh, oh Misty, did I offend you with my dirty talk again? Did I make you angry with my talk of May's discretions? I'm sorry that I made you upset, I guess I did deserve that slap of yours; you do have a hard slap you know? Did someone teach you to slap that hard or was it something you inherited from seeing your sisters slap every bastard that tried to get his hands into their panties? I bet you must have seen a lot of men, Misty, such a lot of dirty, shameless men walking out the door as a little girl and you must have glared at them as they walked out but you know what, honey? If you like to play a good game of slap the dirty man, I could join you; we could make it a competition if you want. I could call my version, "Slap the dirty bitch". I bet we could have a lot of fun, I'm willing to play if you are, I just don't want to hurt that pretty face of yours though, it's such a shame to ruin such soft skin." He moved away and placed his cigar in his mouth, as he instructed the chauffer to continue driving towards home. Misty sat, ice cold, her breathing slow and hoarse, she felt like she had been choked. Gary didn't even need to physically hurt her, he never did, he just needed words, and words were where he inflicted his blows and hits. He had never raised a hand to her yet; he always made sure she knew her place with just a word or two. Sweat formed on her brow, and she closed her eyes shut, basking in the innocence of the darkness. Gary sat smoking, his shirt unbuttoned as he looked out the window, a grin on his face.

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