Alternate Rewards
written by Jino Turtlegod
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Gunslinger Girl created by, registered, and copyrighted to Yu Aida, Media Works, and any other company and/or division associated with the creation and/or production of Gunslinger Girl. ADV hold the copyrights to the English version of Gunslinger Girl. This work of fiction is not intended for any commercial purposes but was created for the entertainment of the Author and Fans of Gunslinger Girl.
No copyright infringement was in any way intended.
M Rating. For mature readers only. Some scenes, themes, language, and situations are not suitable for younger readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Riding Hillshire
"How was your first time?"
Priscilla, the self titled "Fallen Angel of Love" could not help but stop whatever she was working on as she heard the conversation going on right outside the duty room's closed door.
A most unladylike snort of annoyance came from one of the girls chatting outside. "The stupid beast wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged. Not fun."
That would be Triela, Priscilla deduced as she carefully shifted her chair towards the closed door in order to hear better. Knowing the girls' had super sensitive hearing, she made sure that her movement sounded like a normal shift in seating position. She punched some keys on her computer. Triela had gone out with her handler earlier that day, as the duty logs noted, for some 'Personal Business'.
"Strange, I would have thought that you would like it as a reward rather than having another teddy bear."
That would be Claes, she normally passed the duty room on her way back to the dorms from the Audio Visual Room.
Two and two added in her mind and Priscilla's jaw hung open in surprise. Personal business. First time. Naively, innocent girl stiff necked, single (read: sexually deprived) handler. Priscilla covered her mouth to stifle the gasp of dissappointment. Oh, Hillshire, how could you?!
Olga looked up from her desk as she noticed her friend's discomfort. Priscilla caught her eyes, gave a shushing motion and beckoned the other woman over.
"So it was you who told him to do it!" Triela cried out.
"Sorry, I really thought you would like it," Claes said apologetically.
Priscilla paled. Olga was still lost in the conversation.
"Hours of being hot and wet with that stupid animal between my legs is not what I call fun. Hey! Are you listening?!"
"You smell strange. Sweaty and something…" Claes noted.
Triela sighed. "Yeah, we didn't have time to shower as the lease was just for three hours."
Olga's hand strayed to her Desert Eagle. The Russian woman had finally caught up with the conversation.
"How about Hillshire?"
"Like a boy in a candy store. He had this strange grin the whole time. And this is sourpuss Hillshire we're talking about. He never smiles."
"At least one of you was happy."
"I'd say. He wanted another go, but I had to say no because it started to hurt down there."
"Poor girl, let's go back to the room. I'll fix you some cake and tea."
"Lend me your shoulder. It hurts to walk."
The two women listened as the girls' footsteps receded in the distance.
They looked at each other.
Before they can speak, the door knob turned and Hillshire entered, clad in a jersey, jeans, and hiking boots. It was the first time that Priscilla and Olga had seen him not wearing a suit. The German soon found himself face down on the floor with Olga kneeling on his back and both ladies' guns to the back of his head. Both women smelled the sweaty musk emanating from the damp man.
Jean stopped in the doorway as he saw the sight of two women manhandling one of his best handlers to the floor. He blinked and then proceeded to his desk, three pairs of eyes trailing him. Jean started sorting the papers on his desk.
"Hillshire, how was your day out?"
"It was fine. I was just about to log Triela back in when…," Hillshire's free hand gestured to the ladies pinning him down. The two didn't let him up. "Though I don't think Triela liked the horses."
"Really? I would have thought she would like horse riding." Jean pulled out a pen and ignored whatever his colleagues were playing at.
"She didn't have the knack for it. The horse wouldn't listen to her. And it didn't help that it started to rain while we were in the middle of the trail. Though it was a bit nostalgic - reminded me of my childhood back at the farm. I think I'll stick with rewarding her with teddy bears."
Both women coughed and pulled Hillshire to his feet. They dusted him off and went back to their desks.
OWARI
AN: None. No excuse for this whatsoever
22 Jan 2008