_____The Uncalled Lust_____
.chapter two. "Whoa there buddy; keep it to yourself."
"Dontcha' lecture me on mental stability under alcohol influence, ya jackass!"
If there ever was a time I felt that Faye was at her most annoying state, it can't possibly compare to the hell she's giving me now.
"If I could disarm a bomb while I'm drunk, then damn it, I would be able to!"
"Faye, you better just calm down," I had to feel bad for Jet though; he had to sit beside her on the back seats.
Through my rear view mirror, I can see a pair of drunken eyes staring my way.
"Calm down?! Calm down!!" I watched her throw her hands in the air, "I've got my side ripped by a bullet; I'm bleeding; we've come out with no money in this bounty; and Mr. Poofy-Head here thinks he has the right to tell me I'm shit when I'm drunk!?!"
"You are--"
"Fuck you!"
I grumbled as I continued to drive to a clinic we were familiar with on Earth; it was clear I was way over irritated with Faye's spitting. Thankfully the drive wasn't any more longer than that than ten minutes by the time we got to the building.
As I moved out of my seat to help our drunken princess in the back, I opened the back seat door nearest to the sidewalk and took a good look at Faye looking grumpy.
"Come on, if you don't want be bleeding, then let's get you fixed up so you can knock off your whining."
I pulled her arm out first, but then Faye wouldn't cooperate with going out of the car, "Damn it, Faye, get up on your feet." Sticking my hands under her armpits, and I forced her out and onto her feet. I found it oddly suspicious that she kept quiet, but I really didn't complain.
It wasn't until I saw Jet's face suddenly streak into a pale white that I figured forcefully moving Faye from the car so quickly was a bad idea. Moving her head suddenly forward, I was witnessing the emptying of Faye's stomach in disgust. She finished after a good hurl, and groaned as she fell back against me.
"Good one," Jet grimaced and hesitated to exit through the door nearest to the sidewalk, and found it only cleanier to exit out the other side.
Dragging Faye by the armpits still, I urged her carefully to move, this time at a slower pace. Jet came by around from the other side to help me out, and as the two of us helped Faye walk in the clinic, both of us watching her for any signs of her recent action being done again, we stepped in the decent looking but empty clinic.
Immedietly, an older woman with visible gray hair came to assist us.
"Can I help you?" her accent was deep and dragging, something of a dialect-tone from the far west side of New Asia. I also hinted a slight disapproving against us.
I was about to respond when I noticed Faye attempt to stand herself up; a horrid look in her eyes against the lady; and in a hiss she spoke.
"Lady, do you think we came here for a damn tea party?" Faye growled and swung her hands in the air again; I had to hold onto her back to keep her from falling. "Noooo~ We don't need any help. We thought we'd just pass by to say hi, and now we're leaving!"
Jet and I both pulled Faye as she tried to wobble back out the door.
"Shit, Faye, would you just stand still for a minute," A lot of the time, Jet is pretty tolerable to stupid actions made by ignorant people, but it seems like even now, Faye had strung his chord a little too hard. He pulled her back roughly, making her whine out that she was going to be sick.
I stepped back; Jet was stuck holding onto her so she wouldn't leave, and the moment froze in its spot before the lady with an accent rolled her eyes to me.
"Come on; let's take her back at the table and get that wound of hers fixed."
The next thing I knew, we were at the clinic compartment; Faye was puking a good deal of alcohol back out in the small restroom of the room, and Jet and I stood by the medical table trying to block the retching noise.
The lady with gray hair stood by the restroom door, waiting tiredly for Faye to finish.
I counted five minutes, at least, until Faye came stumbling with the nurse towards the table.
"You better sit here; let me get my things ready," the nurse helped Faye to sit at the table; though Faye didn't just sit, she laid down as if she was going to sleep. The lady noticed it too before she left, and in agitation to Faye's drunkness, she gave her a hard flick on the forehead. "You sit up."
Clashing back with annoyance, I watched Faye mumble 'bitch' before sitting herself up and slumping against the wall behind her.
I took a seat on the stool near the window as Jet moved to stand near the doorway. I moved my eyes to the pale, and sick looking Faye across from me; and for some apparent reason I asked her about her well-being. Not that I didn't know why; she looked miserable sitting against the wall with her head lolled down to her collar and her eyes shut. It just felt odd and confusing to even ask her.
"You okay?"
She lifted her eyes up at me through her free-falling violet locks, "I would be better shot to death."
I stared at her and wondered why she would say that. I would have said something too if the nurse didn't come in at the exact moment.
As the lady pulled a stool near Faye, and placed medical scissors, bandages, cotton balls, iodine, and stitching equipment on the platform by the table, Faye whined to lay down.
The lady looked over the situation and agreed for Faye to lay down because it would be easier for her to stitch her left side. The next problem was seen, and it was Faye's clothes being in the way.
"If you want, we can cut the side of your dress so it would be easier for me."
I figured that idea wasn't bad, but to Faye, her already ruined dress wasn't going to be ruined any more than it is.
"Screw that... I'll just take it off."
I turned to her in disbelief, quickly; and I could see Jet do the same thing.
"You don't need it off, Faye, just let her cut the side," Jet seemed to be in full disagreement in Faye's enquirement; while I in the other hand felt Faye's idea was ludicrous but no intents to stop her if she really wanted to...
Boy, do I sound desperate for some action...
"If I let her cut the side, then what? I go back to the ship with more than half of my body exposed by an opened flap."
I looked at Jet who looked beatened. I knew Jet couldn't have no other say against her because Faye did have a point. I had to agree with Faye also.... and somewhere in my mind sits a kid who does nothing but think about naughty stuff, and he's cheering Faye on.
As the lady shrugged to the decision, Faye uncaringly puller her one-piece black dress over her head, leaving her on a pair of black panties and strapless bra. Right about then, Jet pouted and turned towards the scenery of the front desk, while I tried to look elsewhere as the naughty kid in my mind applauded to the view.
From my side view, I could see Faye lay on her right, facing the wall, as the nurse began to check her wound.
"Your partners seem to be regretting your idea," I heard the lady say; I scoffed at her comment.
"All they have to do is leave," Faye sounded back, and as if finally given permission, Jet grumbled his way out of the clinic compartment. I was torn between staying to see if Faye's condition is fine (or maybe getting a few more glances...) or joining Jet in his disapprovement.
Before I could make my mind, the nurse turned to me with a sly smile, "And what about you? Are you not going to join your friend outside?"
I don't know what the lady was intending by asking me that in some suspicious kind of tone, but I wasn't about to be humiliated by her.
"It's not like Faye's naked. She's got her underwear on; it's not bothering me."
"Is that so?" I didn't like the way Faye said that...
I was relieved that the nurse gave me a brief smile before dropping whatever she was trying; I tell you.. some women are evil.
About thirty minutes passed in the quiet clinic compartment before the lady declared finished. Like some sort of crooked doctor, she turned to me with a big smile.
"Now I expect a big pay for this."
I furrowed my eyebrows at her and pointed a thumb to the door, "Tell it to Jet, he handles the money."
The nurse looked down at me with a scowl, "Fine.. You go and get your lady friend ready to leave with you." And just like that, she left me alone with the half naked Faye who fell asleep.
Slowly, I stood up and took five uncomfortable steps to get to the table where Faye laid. I hadn't meant, or at least I wasn't trying to get some kind of 'free show' while my eyes started traveling up her legs and to her back; I was just looking for her dress so she can have it back on!
By this time, I think the naughty kid in my head is jumping up and down...
Finally, I found the dress near one of her feet, and trying to calmly pull her up to sit, I managed to one-handedly dress her. As I tried to get her to wake up, Faye mumbled some incoherent words before noticing herself at a sitting position.
"Wha.."
"Faye, we're done, let's go."
"Oh okay.." I thought she understood what I said, but apparantly, after lolling the back of her head onto my shoulder and continue to sleeping, I was wrong.
After a couple of seconds of pathetically standing there and doing nothing but holding onto Faye as she used my chest as some sort of lazy-boy chair, the nurse came back in and I looked at her in pity, "A little help?"
Jet followed the nurse's entrance, and looked over to me with the message 'God, you're stupid..' all over his face.
"Why don't you just carry her out? Obviously she's half asleep because of that damn alcohol; so trying to persuade her to walk on her own won't work.
But I didn't want it to get to that. It's not like I could say anything against Jet though; if I tell him to do it then, he'd probably ask me some rhetorical question about me wanting to sleep outside for the night.
Trying not to look like I'm giving a silent tantrum, I slid a hand under Faye's knees, laid her slightly back with the other, and carried her off of the table. She complained a little in her sleep; I complained a little in my head; the naughty kid and the muscles that belong under my belt didn't complain at all.
I thought to myself: Great, I'm turning into a desperate pervert. It couldn't possibly take another step forward.
...Well,
As we stepped outside to get back in the car, I obviously had to be the one to sit with Faye in the back seat. Crawling in the other door (the one that was nearest to the street and not the sidewalk where Faye emptied her stomach), in order to get Faye actually inside, I had to step in with my knees and sit her down manually. If you've ever set a drunk person to sit properly, you'd know it's impossible and you'd know how I felt.
I finally got her to sit somewhat upright against the other door, I stepped in to sit while Jet got in the driver's seat to drive.
I noticed my blue jacket on the floor of the car, bloodied up from Faye's wound. Sighing, I folded it up and placed it beside me. "Let's go, Jet; I'm tired."
As Jet began to drive, I glanced at Faye occasionally to make sure she wasn't going to hit her head suddenly to the back of the passenger seat and break her neck or something. But just when Jet turned right sharply, Faye's whole body fell my way, and in an awkward position, her head rested on my lap; a hand on my thigh; and the other one positioned under my leg and around my knee.
And almost magically.. I felt my pants becoming a little tight.
I stand corrected: I've become a really desperate pervert.
#Author Notes#
I didn't expect so much reviews, and for that I thank those who took a chance on this. And to Fayerz (you know who you are), for being a supporter this whole time. Thanks so much, and I hope you found this chapter more comical than crude, because that's the point with the sexuality of this story; it's supposed to be funny.
.chapter two. "Whoa there buddy; keep it to yourself."
"Dontcha' lecture me on mental stability under alcohol influence, ya jackass!"
If there ever was a time I felt that Faye was at her most annoying state, it can't possibly compare to the hell she's giving me now.
"If I could disarm a bomb while I'm drunk, then damn it, I would be able to!"
"Faye, you better just calm down," I had to feel bad for Jet though; he had to sit beside her on the back seats.
Through my rear view mirror, I can see a pair of drunken eyes staring my way.
"Calm down?! Calm down!!" I watched her throw her hands in the air, "I've got my side ripped by a bullet; I'm bleeding; we've come out with no money in this bounty; and Mr. Poofy-Head here thinks he has the right to tell me I'm shit when I'm drunk!?!"
"You are--"
"Fuck you!"
I grumbled as I continued to drive to a clinic we were familiar with on Earth; it was clear I was way over irritated with Faye's spitting. Thankfully the drive wasn't any more longer than that than ten minutes by the time we got to the building.
As I moved out of my seat to help our drunken princess in the back, I opened the back seat door nearest to the sidewalk and took a good look at Faye looking grumpy.
"Come on, if you don't want be bleeding, then let's get you fixed up so you can knock off your whining."
I pulled her arm out first, but then Faye wouldn't cooperate with going out of the car, "Damn it, Faye, get up on your feet." Sticking my hands under her armpits, and I forced her out and onto her feet. I found it oddly suspicious that she kept quiet, but I really didn't complain.
It wasn't until I saw Jet's face suddenly streak into a pale white that I figured forcefully moving Faye from the car so quickly was a bad idea. Moving her head suddenly forward, I was witnessing the emptying of Faye's stomach in disgust. She finished after a good hurl, and groaned as she fell back against me.
"Good one," Jet grimaced and hesitated to exit through the door nearest to the sidewalk, and found it only cleanier to exit out the other side.
Dragging Faye by the armpits still, I urged her carefully to move, this time at a slower pace. Jet came by around from the other side to help me out, and as the two of us helped Faye walk in the clinic, both of us watching her for any signs of her recent action being done again, we stepped in the decent looking but empty clinic.
Immedietly, an older woman with visible gray hair came to assist us.
"Can I help you?" her accent was deep and dragging, something of a dialect-tone from the far west side of New Asia. I also hinted a slight disapproving against us.
I was about to respond when I noticed Faye attempt to stand herself up; a horrid look in her eyes against the lady; and in a hiss she spoke.
"Lady, do you think we came here for a damn tea party?" Faye growled and swung her hands in the air again; I had to hold onto her back to keep her from falling. "Noooo~ We don't need any help. We thought we'd just pass by to say hi, and now we're leaving!"
Jet and I both pulled Faye as she tried to wobble back out the door.
"Shit, Faye, would you just stand still for a minute," A lot of the time, Jet is pretty tolerable to stupid actions made by ignorant people, but it seems like even now, Faye had strung his chord a little too hard. He pulled her back roughly, making her whine out that she was going to be sick.
I stepped back; Jet was stuck holding onto her so she wouldn't leave, and the moment froze in its spot before the lady with an accent rolled her eyes to me.
"Come on; let's take her back at the table and get that wound of hers fixed."
The next thing I knew, we were at the clinic compartment; Faye was puking a good deal of alcohol back out in the small restroom of the room, and Jet and I stood by the medical table trying to block the retching noise.
The lady with gray hair stood by the restroom door, waiting tiredly for Faye to finish.
I counted five minutes, at least, until Faye came stumbling with the nurse towards the table.
"You better sit here; let me get my things ready," the nurse helped Faye to sit at the table; though Faye didn't just sit, she laid down as if she was going to sleep. The lady noticed it too before she left, and in agitation to Faye's drunkness, she gave her a hard flick on the forehead. "You sit up."
Clashing back with annoyance, I watched Faye mumble 'bitch' before sitting herself up and slumping against the wall behind her.
I took a seat on the stool near the window as Jet moved to stand near the doorway. I moved my eyes to the pale, and sick looking Faye across from me; and for some apparent reason I asked her about her well-being. Not that I didn't know why; she looked miserable sitting against the wall with her head lolled down to her collar and her eyes shut. It just felt odd and confusing to even ask her.
"You okay?"
She lifted her eyes up at me through her free-falling violet locks, "I would be better shot to death."
I stared at her and wondered why she would say that. I would have said something too if the nurse didn't come in at the exact moment.
As the lady pulled a stool near Faye, and placed medical scissors, bandages, cotton balls, iodine, and stitching equipment on the platform by the table, Faye whined to lay down.
The lady looked over the situation and agreed for Faye to lay down because it would be easier for her to stitch her left side. The next problem was seen, and it was Faye's clothes being in the way.
"If you want, we can cut the side of your dress so it would be easier for me."
I figured that idea wasn't bad, but to Faye, her already ruined dress wasn't going to be ruined any more than it is.
"Screw that... I'll just take it off."
I turned to her in disbelief, quickly; and I could see Jet do the same thing.
"You don't need it off, Faye, just let her cut the side," Jet seemed to be in full disagreement in Faye's enquirement; while I in the other hand felt Faye's idea was ludicrous but no intents to stop her if she really wanted to...
Boy, do I sound desperate for some action...
"If I let her cut the side, then what? I go back to the ship with more than half of my body exposed by an opened flap."
I looked at Jet who looked beatened. I knew Jet couldn't have no other say against her because Faye did have a point. I had to agree with Faye also.... and somewhere in my mind sits a kid who does nothing but think about naughty stuff, and he's cheering Faye on.
As the lady shrugged to the decision, Faye uncaringly puller her one-piece black dress over her head, leaving her on a pair of black panties and strapless bra. Right about then, Jet pouted and turned towards the scenery of the front desk, while I tried to look elsewhere as the naughty kid in my mind applauded to the view.
From my side view, I could see Faye lay on her right, facing the wall, as the nurse began to check her wound.
"Your partners seem to be regretting your idea," I heard the lady say; I scoffed at her comment.
"All they have to do is leave," Faye sounded back, and as if finally given permission, Jet grumbled his way out of the clinic compartment. I was torn between staying to see if Faye's condition is fine (or maybe getting a few more glances...) or joining Jet in his disapprovement.
Before I could make my mind, the nurse turned to me with a sly smile, "And what about you? Are you not going to join your friend outside?"
I don't know what the lady was intending by asking me that in some suspicious kind of tone, but I wasn't about to be humiliated by her.
"It's not like Faye's naked. She's got her underwear on; it's not bothering me."
"Is that so?" I didn't like the way Faye said that...
I was relieved that the nurse gave me a brief smile before dropping whatever she was trying; I tell you.. some women are evil.
About thirty minutes passed in the quiet clinic compartment before the lady declared finished. Like some sort of crooked doctor, she turned to me with a big smile.
"Now I expect a big pay for this."
I furrowed my eyebrows at her and pointed a thumb to the door, "Tell it to Jet, he handles the money."
The nurse looked down at me with a scowl, "Fine.. You go and get your lady friend ready to leave with you." And just like that, she left me alone with the half naked Faye who fell asleep.
Slowly, I stood up and took five uncomfortable steps to get to the table where Faye laid. I hadn't meant, or at least I wasn't trying to get some kind of 'free show' while my eyes started traveling up her legs and to her back; I was just looking for her dress so she can have it back on!
By this time, I think the naughty kid in my head is jumping up and down...
Finally, I found the dress near one of her feet, and trying to calmly pull her up to sit, I managed to one-handedly dress her. As I tried to get her to wake up, Faye mumbled some incoherent words before noticing herself at a sitting position.
"Wha.."
"Faye, we're done, let's go."
"Oh okay.." I thought she understood what I said, but apparantly, after lolling the back of her head onto my shoulder and continue to sleeping, I was wrong.
After a couple of seconds of pathetically standing there and doing nothing but holding onto Faye as she used my chest as some sort of lazy-boy chair, the nurse came back in and I looked at her in pity, "A little help?"
Jet followed the nurse's entrance, and looked over to me with the message 'God, you're stupid..' all over his face.
"Why don't you just carry her out? Obviously she's half asleep because of that damn alcohol; so trying to persuade her to walk on her own won't work.
But I didn't want it to get to that. It's not like I could say anything against Jet though; if I tell him to do it then, he'd probably ask me some rhetorical question about me wanting to sleep outside for the night.
Trying not to look like I'm giving a silent tantrum, I slid a hand under Faye's knees, laid her slightly back with the other, and carried her off of the table. She complained a little in her sleep; I complained a little in my head; the naughty kid and the muscles that belong under my belt didn't complain at all.
I thought to myself: Great, I'm turning into a desperate pervert. It couldn't possibly take another step forward.
...Well,
As we stepped outside to get back in the car, I obviously had to be the one to sit with Faye in the back seat. Crawling in the other door (the one that was nearest to the street and not the sidewalk where Faye emptied her stomach), in order to get Faye actually inside, I had to step in with my knees and sit her down manually. If you've ever set a drunk person to sit properly, you'd know it's impossible and you'd know how I felt.
I finally got her to sit somewhat upright against the other door, I stepped in to sit while Jet got in the driver's seat to drive.
I noticed my blue jacket on the floor of the car, bloodied up from Faye's wound. Sighing, I folded it up and placed it beside me. "Let's go, Jet; I'm tired."
As Jet began to drive, I glanced at Faye occasionally to make sure she wasn't going to hit her head suddenly to the back of the passenger seat and break her neck or something. But just when Jet turned right sharply, Faye's whole body fell my way, and in an awkward position, her head rested on my lap; a hand on my thigh; and the other one positioned under my leg and around my knee.
And almost magically.. I felt my pants becoming a little tight.
I stand corrected: I've become a really desperate pervert.
#Author Notes#
I didn't expect so much reviews, and for that I thank those who took a chance on this. And to Fayerz (you know who you are), for being a supporter this whole time. Thanks so much, and I hope you found this chapter more comical than crude, because that's the point with the sexuality of this story; it's supposed to be funny.
