A/N – This message is for the fuckheads who accused me of writing a Mary
Sue into my other story, "Someone to Live and Die For" -- THIS character
(that comes into this chapter) is a Mary Sue, you morons, and she will be
damn funny. The very fact that it IS a Mary Sue is funny. I mean …
Hahahaha. You'll see.
Trunks decided not to fly into the city because it would attract attention. He took the car instead, and found it difficult to work the pedals with boxes on his feet. Somehow, he managed. He got to the city in one piece and parked the car somewhere and began looking for a shop to go into.
Trunks eventually chose a store after wandering the streets for three hours. Nevermind all the incredulous stares he received. The first store was called, "Mocha Bean-a-Cino." It sold coffee, Duh. However, Trunks was quickly thrown out when he insisted that the 54-year old woman at the register was hiding the sexy lingerie from him.
Feeling discouraged, Trunks sulked through the streets hanging his head. He didn't realize he had left Main Street until he walked into a light pole. Ow. He looked around and recognized nothing. It was a barely lit, dirty street, and it was getting cold.
Trunks began to sniffle and cry like a lost 4-year old. But he stopped when he saw a little shop across the street called "Cloud Nine." He walked in. Angels descended from the heavens singing praises of "Halleluiah" and other stuff like that.
Trunks had found what he was looking for. He picked up leather, satin, and velvet clothing. He marveled at how little fabric was used in making each article of clothing. He also picked up several books explaining any position and various "games." Trunks figured with all the repeat business, he would need help with variety.
insert laughter at various places within this next paragraph
He dumped two armfuls of 'merchandise' at the cash register. The girl working there began ringing everything up. Trunks noticed how naturally beautiful she was. Light brown hair fell just below her shoulders and stunning blue eyes intently focused on her job. Her hands were agile, swiftly scanning the copious sex toys and clothing. She was probably around his age; somewhere between 18 and 25, but he wasn't sure.
"I'm going to sleep with women," Trunks said excitedly.
The girl glanced up at him, said nothing, and continued ringing up the items.
Trunks blinked and spoke again, "I'm going to have lots of sex."
Without looking up, she replied, "Most people come here with that intent, sir."
"But I'll be good at it and women will pay me for my services."
She forcibly set down the item she was ringing up and started Trunks in the eyes, "What makes you think that women will pay YOU to sleep with them?"
"Because I'm good at it."
"Then what do you need this book for?" She held up one of them.
Trunks looked at his feet and blushed.
She laughed, "You're blushing?! You can't be modest if you're going to be a successful prostitute!"
Trunks bit his lip.
She looked at him closer. "Are you wearing lipstick?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You did say you'll be sleeping with women, didn't you? Do you have the slightest idea what women want? Because it sure isn't a fucking over-confident, cross-dressing wacko with a coat hanger bent around his head!"
She stopped. Tears were forming in Trunks' clear blue eyes.
She winced and let out a sigh, "I'm sorry. I just found out today that my boyfriend was cheating on me. I guess I was taking my anger out on you."
A very hurt Trunks said, "It's okay. I'll just leave. I don't want this stuff anymore. Sorry for wasting your time."
"No no! Wait … I think you'd make a great prostitute. With some work. You've definitely got your looks going for you."
Trunks stopped and turned with a shy smile on his face.
"See? That's what I mean. Women will bend over backwards for that, and you could do some kinky stuff with women bent over backwards," she winked and then circled Trunks, looking him up and down. "Hmm, But first we need to fix you up. C'mon into the back and we'll put you in these clothes you picked out."
Trunks followed her to the back, where she handed him a pair of black dress slacks, a deep blue silk button-down shirt, and a black leather jacket. She also gave him a pair of shoes. Trunks refused to wear any socks.
He came out of the dressing room and she gasped. "You look gorgeous! Huh, who woulda thought? Much better than that robe and Kleenex boxes. Well, it's good for your street clothes, but let's get you into something for the bedroom. Try this on." And she threw him a pair of string bikini-like, red underwear.
Trunks caught it and stared at it. "Uhh, I don't think I have to try this on."
"Sure you do. Make sure it fits."
"I feel weird trying it on in the store."
"I can fix that. How about you try it on in my apartment?"
Trunks just stood there and stared at her.
"C'mon. I'm making this easy on you. I'll be your first customer. How much do you charge?"
Trunks still said nothing.
"Okay, tell you what. If you spend the entire night with me, the clothes, the book, and the props are free. Not including the leather jacket, it's about a $700 value. It's a damn good deal."
Trunks said nothing and picked up the coat hanger and put it on his head.
She sighed, "I'll take that as a 'Yes.' We can leave as soon as I bag all your stuff. But the coat hangers stay here!" She snatched it off his head and went to bag everything.
Hey, don't give up on me yet. Funny things ensue … I hope.
The girl from Cloud Nine had to pull Trunks along by the wrist. He had suddenly grown unresponsive. They got to her apartment and she walked in, but Trunks just stood there in the doorway. She looked back and motioned him inside.
He stammered, "But- but- I don't even know your name."
She smiled and walked over to him, "Well I don't know yours either."
"My name's Trunks."
"Nice to meet you, Trunks. I'm Callisto." She pulled his collar so that his ear was only a breath away from her lips and whispers, "Remember my name. You'll be screaming it later."
Trunks turned white and look scared.
She slightly laughed and patted him on the chest, "That's a line you can use to establish your dominance and control."
"Okay," he croaked. Then he cleared his throat, "Now what?"
"You change into what I gave you in the store, then come into my room."
Three minutes later, Trunks entered Callisto's room. It was dimly lit with candles and she was lying on the bed wearing something black and furry. It wasn't an animal in case you were confused
She spoke to him, "I was right. The string bikini style looks fabulous on you."
"It's not very comfortable," as Trunks tugged on the elastic.
"Don't worry. You won't be wearing it for long. Get on the bed with me."
Trunks went over and laid down on the bed. He turned on his back and stiffly laid there with his eyes closed.
"What are you doing?" Callisto asked.
"I dunno. Going to sleep?"
"Oh no you're not." She climbed on top of Trunks and straddled his waist. This opened his eyes. Callisto kissed him hard on the lips. Trunks kissed back but didn't move much. Then Callisto kissed his neck, his chest, the red underwear. He tongue bathed him, etc. Then she stopped.
"You're very hard," she whispered to him.
"I know. I work out a lot. I'm strong, too."
"I wasn't talking about your muscles," her fingers traced circles on his skin.
"Oh ………. Then what are you talking about?"
"This," and he placed her hand on the red material.
"Oh!" Trunks jumped a bit. "Well I had nothing to do with that."
She laughed and rolled him on top of her. Once on top, Trunks knew what to do, though it was 'by the book.'
And blah blah blah, they had lots of sex …. The Next Morning …….
They both woke up and she turned to face him.
"You're a good lay, even though all your moves are old and boring."
"Thanks?"
There was an awkward silence.
Trunks twiddled his thumbs (and toes, hahaheeheehoho), "Well I better go."
She caught him by the wrist, "If you don't mind, I'd like to be a regular customer. With some improvement, you could be phenomenal. Give me your phone number and I'll call you sometime."
Trunks gave her Capsule Corp's phone number and left. He didn't know where the care was parked, so he flew home with all this bags of clothes 'n stuff.
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He walked in the house and Bulma was still sitting at the kitchen table reading the magazine.
"Dinner's at seven."
"Mom, I lost the car."
"It's okay, I'll grow a new one. Did you buy any socks?"
"Uh, no."
"Good good. Go give them to your father."
Trunks walked away wondering if he should call a doctor for his mom. Then he walked into Vegeta standing next to Trunks' bedroom door in the hallway.
"Where have you been all night, boy?"
"I met a girl at Cloud Nine and we screwed all night in her apartment."
"Did you bring me socks?"
"No, you're weird. Go buy your own socks and leave me alone." Trunks threw the $500 at Vegeta and walked into his room.
A/N – Mostly I have nothing to say about that. I hope you do though (
Trunks decided not to fly into the city because it would attract attention. He took the car instead, and found it difficult to work the pedals with boxes on his feet. Somehow, he managed. He got to the city in one piece and parked the car somewhere and began looking for a shop to go into.
Trunks eventually chose a store after wandering the streets for three hours. Nevermind all the incredulous stares he received. The first store was called, "Mocha Bean-a-Cino." It sold coffee, Duh. However, Trunks was quickly thrown out when he insisted that the 54-year old woman at the register was hiding the sexy lingerie from him.
Feeling discouraged, Trunks sulked through the streets hanging his head. He didn't realize he had left Main Street until he walked into a light pole. Ow. He looked around and recognized nothing. It was a barely lit, dirty street, and it was getting cold.
Trunks began to sniffle and cry like a lost 4-year old. But he stopped when he saw a little shop across the street called "Cloud Nine." He walked in. Angels descended from the heavens singing praises of "Halleluiah" and other stuff like that.
Trunks had found what he was looking for. He picked up leather, satin, and velvet clothing. He marveled at how little fabric was used in making each article of clothing. He also picked up several books explaining any position and various "games." Trunks figured with all the repeat business, he would need help with variety.
insert laughter at various places within this next paragraph
He dumped two armfuls of 'merchandise' at the cash register. The girl working there began ringing everything up. Trunks noticed how naturally beautiful she was. Light brown hair fell just below her shoulders and stunning blue eyes intently focused on her job. Her hands were agile, swiftly scanning the copious sex toys and clothing. She was probably around his age; somewhere between 18 and 25, but he wasn't sure.
"I'm going to sleep with women," Trunks said excitedly.
The girl glanced up at him, said nothing, and continued ringing up the items.
Trunks blinked and spoke again, "I'm going to have lots of sex."
Without looking up, she replied, "Most people come here with that intent, sir."
"But I'll be good at it and women will pay me for my services."
She forcibly set down the item she was ringing up and started Trunks in the eyes, "What makes you think that women will pay YOU to sleep with them?"
"Because I'm good at it."
"Then what do you need this book for?" She held up one of them.
Trunks looked at his feet and blushed.
She laughed, "You're blushing?! You can't be modest if you're going to be a successful prostitute!"
Trunks bit his lip.
She looked at him closer. "Are you wearing lipstick?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You did say you'll be sleeping with women, didn't you? Do you have the slightest idea what women want? Because it sure isn't a fucking over-confident, cross-dressing wacko with a coat hanger bent around his head!"
She stopped. Tears were forming in Trunks' clear blue eyes.
She winced and let out a sigh, "I'm sorry. I just found out today that my boyfriend was cheating on me. I guess I was taking my anger out on you."
A very hurt Trunks said, "It's okay. I'll just leave. I don't want this stuff anymore. Sorry for wasting your time."
"No no! Wait … I think you'd make a great prostitute. With some work. You've definitely got your looks going for you."
Trunks stopped and turned with a shy smile on his face.
"See? That's what I mean. Women will bend over backwards for that, and you could do some kinky stuff with women bent over backwards," she winked and then circled Trunks, looking him up and down. "Hmm, But first we need to fix you up. C'mon into the back and we'll put you in these clothes you picked out."
Trunks followed her to the back, where she handed him a pair of black dress slacks, a deep blue silk button-down shirt, and a black leather jacket. She also gave him a pair of shoes. Trunks refused to wear any socks.
He came out of the dressing room and she gasped. "You look gorgeous! Huh, who woulda thought? Much better than that robe and Kleenex boxes. Well, it's good for your street clothes, but let's get you into something for the bedroom. Try this on." And she threw him a pair of string bikini-like, red underwear.
Trunks caught it and stared at it. "Uhh, I don't think I have to try this on."
"Sure you do. Make sure it fits."
"I feel weird trying it on in the store."
"I can fix that. How about you try it on in my apartment?"
Trunks just stood there and stared at her.
"C'mon. I'm making this easy on you. I'll be your first customer. How much do you charge?"
Trunks still said nothing.
"Okay, tell you what. If you spend the entire night with me, the clothes, the book, and the props are free. Not including the leather jacket, it's about a $700 value. It's a damn good deal."
Trunks said nothing and picked up the coat hanger and put it on his head.
She sighed, "I'll take that as a 'Yes.' We can leave as soon as I bag all your stuff. But the coat hangers stay here!" She snatched it off his head and went to bag everything.
Hey, don't give up on me yet. Funny things ensue … I hope.
The girl from Cloud Nine had to pull Trunks along by the wrist. He had suddenly grown unresponsive. They got to her apartment and she walked in, but Trunks just stood there in the doorway. She looked back and motioned him inside.
He stammered, "But- but- I don't even know your name."
She smiled and walked over to him, "Well I don't know yours either."
"My name's Trunks."
"Nice to meet you, Trunks. I'm Callisto." She pulled his collar so that his ear was only a breath away from her lips and whispers, "Remember my name. You'll be screaming it later."
Trunks turned white and look scared.
She slightly laughed and patted him on the chest, "That's a line you can use to establish your dominance and control."
"Okay," he croaked. Then he cleared his throat, "Now what?"
"You change into what I gave you in the store, then come into my room."
Three minutes later, Trunks entered Callisto's room. It was dimly lit with candles and she was lying on the bed wearing something black and furry. It wasn't an animal in case you were confused
She spoke to him, "I was right. The string bikini style looks fabulous on you."
"It's not very comfortable," as Trunks tugged on the elastic.
"Don't worry. You won't be wearing it for long. Get on the bed with me."
Trunks went over and laid down on the bed. He turned on his back and stiffly laid there with his eyes closed.
"What are you doing?" Callisto asked.
"I dunno. Going to sleep?"
"Oh no you're not." She climbed on top of Trunks and straddled his waist. This opened his eyes. Callisto kissed him hard on the lips. Trunks kissed back but didn't move much. Then Callisto kissed his neck, his chest, the red underwear. He tongue bathed him, etc. Then she stopped.
"You're very hard," she whispered to him.
"I know. I work out a lot. I'm strong, too."
"I wasn't talking about your muscles," her fingers traced circles on his skin.
"Oh ………. Then what are you talking about?"
"This," and he placed her hand on the red material.
"Oh!" Trunks jumped a bit. "Well I had nothing to do with that."
She laughed and rolled him on top of her. Once on top, Trunks knew what to do, though it was 'by the book.'
And blah blah blah, they had lots of sex …. The Next Morning …….
They both woke up and she turned to face him.
"You're a good lay, even though all your moves are old and boring."
"Thanks?"
There was an awkward silence.
Trunks twiddled his thumbs (and toes, hahaheeheehoho), "Well I better go."
She caught him by the wrist, "If you don't mind, I'd like to be a regular customer. With some improvement, you could be phenomenal. Give me your phone number and I'll call you sometime."
Trunks gave her Capsule Corp's phone number and left. He didn't know where the care was parked, so he flew home with all this bags of clothes 'n stuff.
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He walked in the house and Bulma was still sitting at the kitchen table reading the magazine.
"Dinner's at seven."
"Mom, I lost the car."
"It's okay, I'll grow a new one. Did you buy any socks?"
"Uh, no."
"Good good. Go give them to your father."
Trunks walked away wondering if he should call a doctor for his mom. Then he walked into Vegeta standing next to Trunks' bedroom door in the hallway.
"Where have you been all night, boy?"
"I met a girl at Cloud Nine and we screwed all night in her apartment."
"Did you bring me socks?"
"No, you're weird. Go buy your own socks and leave me alone." Trunks threw the $500 at Vegeta and walked into his room.
A/N – Mostly I have nothing to say about that. I hope you do though (