Chapter 4 - 11/6/2022

The next day is here.

Joy discusses her work with me. Clobbopus is out on the table enjoying his new found freedom. However, he tenses everytime Chansey glances at him.

I know that pink monster must've done something to him.

The overnight care shouldn't have been bad with such a sweet nurse taking care of him. But with Chansey involved, all bets are off.

Such an innocent look masks its heinous nature.

What exactly did Chansey do behind closed doors?

Joy guarantees Clobbopus' health. He is fit and ready to go for today. There isn't a reason to worry more if that is the case.

As long as we can win today I'll ignore his misgivings with the pink blob.

"Then he spilled coffee all over the machine." Joy says. "I had to clean up the table alone until you came."

"I couldn't just leave you alone after that" I say. "That guy made a mess and just ran off. Honestly, the next time you see him you should throw him out."

Joy nods along in agreement.

Accidents always occur here. The guy from earlier is just one of the many. He didn't even stop for a moment until rushing outside. And to top it off, the guy was flirting with Joy earlier.

He destroyed any chance of a relationship with her.

"I will. And it's always the new trainers who are like that. They act nice, but they run off on a moment's notice. No hint of taking responsibility for their actions." She pauses and looks at me. "Well not all of them. You've been a fine gentleman John. It's refreshing to have some help around here."

"It wasn't a problem. I don't deserve such praise." I joke slightly. "You can always count on me if you need help straightening out these trainers."

"I'll take you up on that."

Our conversation continues on.

Footsteps echo from behind.

A warm trickle grazes my neck before a pair of hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" A soft voice catches my attention.

"Ha, let me guess." I tug at her hands. "A bit rough…. small with pink polish."

I turn around.. "It isn't hard to guess who, Whitney."

"That's cheating." She says. "You shouldn't look."

I chuckle and bend my knees. As she pouts, I sneak in a hug. Lifting her up high and spun.

Joy smiles along and says. "Well aren't you two awful cherry. I would think you two are newlyweds."

Whitney flounders in my grasp until I set her down.

With a twist Whitney defends herself. "No way! We're just friends!"

"Are you sure?" Joy squints her eyes and her grin turns sly. "I heard differently from John here."

The glint in Joy's eye is telling as Whitney blushes.

"W-well maybe we are!" Whitney retorts hurriedly. "Though what does that have to do with you?!"

I respond in turn. "I didn't know it was a secret Whitney."

"No… I, I am just." Whitney tries to catch her breath.

"Nothing like young love." Joy whispers.

"Y-you!"

"I'm only messing with you." Joy said.

Joy seems especially devious today. I think the coffee machine had it out for her today. There must be some bad history between the machine and her.

"Mph." Whitney ignores Joy and asks me. "Well John, what do you think?"

Her hands flash across her torso.

A white blouse hangs loosely off her chest, booty shorts are half past her thigh and her hair is combed nicely out of the way of her eyes.

She put in effort to look presentable.

And here I am.

Still wearing my clothes from yesterday.

"Cute." I said. "The loose shirt is nice and your hair looks rather familiar."

"Well after what you said last night, I thought you'd like it." Whitney twirls her hair.

"And I do."

Whitney couldn't look me in the eye. She stares towards the ground shyly.

Joy has that devious look again and gives a thumbs up. Even Chansey is egging me on.

Clobbopus vibrates softly for some reason. I think it might be a good time to leave now.

"Well Joy, I think I got a date to enjoy." I said.

"Go on. Don't wait on me now." Joy says.

I flick my pokeball and return Clobbopus. I grab Whitney's hand and leave the Pokecenter.

Through the park, the city streets and to the entrance of the underground mall we went.

The opening in the ground has stairs leading down. There are a few people entering and exiting below.

Under the surface the mall is similar to a subway station.

Posters line the wall featuring restaurants and other merchandise. Fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling that removed every hint of a shadow. The mall goes on for a few miles in a full circle that is sliced into four sections.

We stop at a map overlaying the place.

"It's a giant circle." I loop my finger across the image. "The underground is larger than I thought."

"Yeah it can be a hassle to get to places." Whitney pulls me away. "Though there's a moving walkway to help out."

I follow her as she points out a travelator which cuts through the middle of the path. A moving walkway which circles the underground as the floor rotates clockwise.

We step onto the walkway and relax. There isn't a need to wear ourselves out to transverse the place.

"Our first stop will be PokèTch John."

"Is that a store? An electronics store?" She nods and I ask. "Any reason we're heading there?"

"Well yeah." She pulls me off the walkway. "We need to get ya a phone. Don't you want one?"

"I do." I scratch my chin. "Though I really am strapped for cash right now."

To our right is a large store. At the top of the glass door are bold letters in red and blue written out to show PokèTch in a large font.

Inside are rows of gadgets. From watches, pokeballs to pokenavs and the pokètch the store is named after.

Whitney replies as we enter inside. "I'll get you anything you have in mind. Money isn't a big issue. As long as we can contact each other once you leave."

The surety in her tone left no room for argument.

She wants me to get a phone and is willing to foot the bill. A sugar momma like her is a blessing for a broke man like me.

"Thank you then. I will be sure to add you as my first contact."

I walk through the rows of items.

Electronics are hidden behind safety glass, pokeballs are behind the checkout booth and a few t-shirts hung on a rack.

A few display pieces allow me to tinker with these gadgets.

After messing around for a better bit of an hour, I had an idea on their uses.

The thing which really caught my eye is the pokètch. A durable wrist watch that acts like a pseudo pokedex. With apps to keep track of pokemon, a gps function and other miscellaneous things.

They originate from Sinnoh and can only be found here in Goldenrod. The main company is branching off into other regions and have yet to spread to the other cities in Johto.

However, the price of pokètch is outside my range.

I walk over to the pokenav on display. A durable smartphone which I can contact others with.

"You think a black one would be nice?" I ask Whitney.

"Is it the black and gold one there?" I nod while she points towards the display. "Yeah it'll match your outfit."

The gold trim on the phone compliments my black shirt. It stands out with my outfit with a good contrast. And the pokenav has a latch which tucks the screen inside the bulky case. I doubt it would ever break in most situations.

"I'll get it then." I said. "Are you fine with that?"

"Today's treat is on me." She pats her chest. "Anything you can't afford I'll get for you."

"I don't want to take advantage of you though."

"Stop worrying."

Whitney brushes me off and calls for the owner.

The clerk comes and gets the phone. At the counter I go through a lengthy process of setting up a service provider.

Whitney gives the owner her information and wonders off.

I'm left here filling out the rest of the paperwork.

Thankfully most of the information such as name, birth date and address can be substituted with my Trainer's ID instead. And the waivers I need to sign were halved too.

I didn't have to go through a similar incident that happened at the pokemon center.

All these things and more can be brushed past thanks to my license. It's a little ludacris how much sway the Trainer's ID holds over legal documents.

As I finish up the last form, Whitney stops by again. Next to her is the clerk who holds a familiar object.

In the owner's hand is the wrist watch I was eyeing from earlier. A black pokètch with gold trim to match the phone I'll be getting.

"Wow. Is that for me?" I am a bit touched.

"Yep. I saw you eyeing it. So I hope if I get it, you'd like it."

A soft look spreads across her face. Her foot fidgets on the floor as a bashful behavior overcomes her.

I finish the document then wrap Whitney in my arms. I wobble side to side and rock her in my embrace.

"You're too good for me." I joke. "Now I have to get you something special before I leave."

She wiggles, struggles and breaks out.

"N-no I am fine… really..." She stammers.

The blush on her face is too much to resist. I continue teasing her to the point she might die from embarrassment.

The clerk plays along with a few jokes too as I put the black pokètch on my wrist and the pokenav in my pocket.

By the time we check out, Whitney has a permanent blush on her face. And once we left the store, things began to calm down.

"Here's my number…" She says.

Her smart phone is a hot pink. On the screen is her phone number and the wallpaper consists of her pokemon team in the foreground.

I quickly brought up my own contact list to add her.

"I got it." I said. "And thank you."

"You're welcome." She responds. "Would you like to pick the next store?"

I think for a moment and look around. I walk up to a nearby kiosk and trail my finger across the map that is here.

The groomers are a ways away and I've yet to find any hint of Team Rocket. Clobbopus still needs a reward from yesterday, and a massage can make all the difference for the battle today.

I turn to my side and point out the store to Whitney.

"I have heard great things about the groomers here. And I'd think Clobbopus would love to get a few kinks worked out of his system before our match."

Clobbopus twitches inside the pokeball in interest.

Whitney nods and asks. "You want to head straight there?"

"Nah." I stretch with my arms behind my head. "We can stop by later once we are closer. Our day has only started. I wouldn't mind exploring more."

"Okay. Let's go over there." She points to the middle of the map. "There are good breakfast choices here."

At the center of the mall is where the four cross sections of the circle meet. A food court is there which has numerous fast food options available.

"Sounds good to me."

We hop on the travelator and make our way to the intersection. We change to another walkway and head to the center.

Our conversation continues on.

She shows me how to navigate my phone and watch. How to set the settings, use the basic apps and link to the online store. There is much I have yet to learn.

Through our time together, she helps bridge the gaps in my knowledge. Without her, it might've taken hours to learn on my own.

We stopped at the cafeteria.

A giant dome encloses the fast food joints in the area where the stores line the outer edges of the place and have taken up the middle portion of the room.

There are similar restaurants from my home world here and a few which are completely new. However, they all had a pokemon working inside the kitchen. Where humans are the cashiers.

The pokemon cooks are Aipoms, a purple monkey with a glove on the tip of its tail, and a single evolved one, Ambipom.

The twin tail Ambipom is at the center and is the leader of its pack. It kept the other monkeys in line as it worked.

Nobody seems to care that these creatures made their food. I can only hope proper hygiene is still applicable here as I went along with the general atmosphere and ordered my own food.

Whitney and I sat down to eat.

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Noon approaches as we continue to browse.

The underground has practically everything I could imagine.

There are clothes, shoes, and glasses which drew Whitney's attention. While for me I am drawn to TMs, pokemon essentials and hunting tools.

The prices are all outside of my budget. However, my grubby hands itch too much to leave these things behind.

At least for the items that were not locked away I am willing to take a chance and steal them under the cover of darkness.

However, this will have to wait for later as I have plans for the day.

We're inside a store which houses shelves of balls. Of pokeballs which contain captured pokemon inside.

The display cases line the inside walls with multiple rows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling. The shelves are locked behind a reinforced layer of glass and the checkout station has full view of the merchandise at all times

There is nothing else worth of note inside. Well besides for the man behind the cash register.

"Welcome." The guy greets us. "How can I help you today?"

"We're just looking." I told him. "Are all of these accurate?"

I address the labels and images taped to the glass. They each depict the contents of each pokeball.

"Of course they are. Do you need any help?"

I turn to Whitney and she says. "No, we'll be fine."

"Okay. Don't be afraid to ask if you have any questions."

The man sits back down and leans in his rolling chair. We ignore him and start to browse.

Whitney walks over to the other side of the room. To look at the pokeballs that hold normal type pokemon.

I look around the place and it appears clean, a bit too pristine to be normal. This shop is the only one which sells pokemon in the entire underground. And that is a reason for concern.

Let's see if I can find hints of Team Rocket here.

A door is in the back, the shelves are filled with pokeballs and the clerk is still eyeing us. The more I look the less I find. There isn't a single clue, but my instincts are telling me otherwise.

This is too 'ordinary', a hint of suspicion which grows at the back of my mind. This place surely holds the key to the answer I seek.

But how far does the criminal syndicate really go?

The gang holds sway over the Radio Station, but can the same be said here?

I do not know yet. But, I'll try harder to find that answer.

My thoughts gradually come to a close. I continue to search through the merchandise in hopes of a good pokemon here.

There is a Pidgey, Ekans, Sparrow and other fast growth pokemon. All of them so far are weak breeds who will require too much effort than their worth in order to raise.

Grimer, Hoothoot and Poliwag are better, but not exactly appealing. While Zubat, Mareep and Hoppip are too common to be worth purchasing here.

This narrows down the selection to a chosen few: Abra, Pineco, Magnemite, Magby, Elekid and the only ice type, Swinub.

They all pass my criteria and have enough advantages to warrant investment.

I finish up my search and another customer comes in.

They address the clerk in a subtle tone and he pushes a button from under the desk. The back door clicks and the stranger enters inside.

I pretend to ignore the glance sent my way and meet up with Whitney again.

"Ready to go?" I ask.

"Yeah. Did you find anything you like?"

I know she would purchase a pokemon if I were to ask. However, I have enough shame to not ask her for another gift.

To take advantage of her further felt wrong. I'd be uncomfortable with myself if I did.

"Nothing really." I brush past her subtle offer. "Let's sit down for a bit."

Whitney takes my answer at face value and the clerk says farewell as we leave the shop.

A few meters away is a bench with a great view of the store. I sit down to watch and see if anyone else comes by.

"Weh. My feet are sore." Whitney rubs her soles. "Are you aching too?"

"A little bit, but it's nothing I'm not used to."

Her shoe comes off as she massages her toes. "Well I have a cramp right here."

She leads my hand to her leg. And I look down as she shoves her foot into my lap.

"Massage it." She commands. "Make it feel better."

"Fine… As you wish." I played along.

Time passes by as I thoroughly rub her. I didn't stop as she pants nor when she wiggles in arousal.

I held on tight in deep thought. Uncaring to her reactions as I continue to stare into the store ahead.

Minutes pass and Whitney flounders. She bites down her voice as I tickle her relentlessly.

The only saving grace is that very few people were nearby to watch us. Not close enough to see Whitney's erotic spazzes as her public image would surely sink.

Eventually, my waiting pays off.

Another person walks into the store and the clerk stands up to greet them too. A few words exchange and the guest is let in through the back.

I stare and focus. My vision narrows and broadens the scene. The door opens and I notice a bodyguard on the other side.

I pretend to be focusing on Whitney's blushing face. And as the door closed, I glanced up and met the clerk's gaze.

I stare for a mere moment and wave. Nothing else occurs ast the man sits down in his chair.

However, the puzzle slowly unravels.

And I found a hint.

Both the bodyguard and clerk wore a small red pin on their suit. A letter R which hangs off of their chest.

It isn't obvious at first as the store is called Pokemon Reseller. And the R of the pin can be interpreted as part of the shops' logo instead of the infamous gang.

However, no one has exited the back room. And I doubt any will be anytime soon. As I believe I found out where Team Rocket's HQ is stationed at.

Whitney pries her foot away as faint tears run down the corner of her eyes.

"Don't… ever do that again. I almost died."

There isn't anger or even energy behind her words. Only tiredness and an aroma of arousal laced with her smell.

"Sorry." I awkwardly rub my palms. "I got too engrossed in it."

A shudder runs down her back as she glances down at my hands. A look to her pants brings a bit of shame to her face.

She admonished me for a few minutes while putting on her shoe. She walks away awkwardly as I follow along. We continue on our way and finally enter the groomers' store.

The receptionist greets us and is nice enough to explain their services.

Clobbopus materializes on her request as she does a thorough examination on him.

A little touch there and a prod there, the girl gives us an okay to proceed with his treatment.

In the back of the store is a massage table, steam blaster, a large sink and tools that could be found at a hairdresser.

Clobbopus nervously sits inside the metal sink as the groomer goes to work on him.

A rough brush scrapes against his skin, soap douses his form and a sponge enters his crevices. A bucket washes him off and he's pulled to the next station.

He lies face down and allows the girl to play with his tentacles. Each limb stretches and bends a full three hundred and sixty degree. A soft karate chop follows and out comes a rolling pin.

Unaware of the impending assault, Clobbops shrieks as he squishes flat. His form deflates and his muscles start to loosen up.

Ten minutes pass and he's a squirming mess. The girl gives him a kiss on his head and begins to lotion him up in mineral oil. A buffer agent soon follows into the mix as his scalp starts to shine from all the rubbing.

Fatigue builds from the rough handling. Such deep caresses sent shivers down Clobbopus' tentacles. After endearing twenty minutes of pure unwarranted bliss, he survives the ordeal.

The receptionist comes back with a happy expression. The smile on her face contrasts the shameful one on Clobbopus.

My pokemon is acting like he's a victim from a Hentai.

Whitney pays and I ask him. "How was it? Did she touch you somewhere inappropriate?"

Clobbopus wiggles his limbs in show. Obviously not a single inch of himself was left untouched. He felt violated to the extreme, yet it felt so great.

This weird concoction is deadly for his sanity.

"Ha. Not bad, I'll take it then. For a minute there I thought you were legitimately crying."

A soft punch hits my leg.

I squint my eyes cheekily. "My my, someone is butt hurt. You wouldn't happen to be dramatized by a little girl?"

The receptionist isn't even scary looking.

He shakes his head and doesn't want to deal with my teasing anymore. So, we stopped talking since there isn't much else to discuss.

I return Clobbopus to his ball.

Whitney finishes chatting with the lady and we leave.

The rest of our date goes on, unimpeded.

We visited other places, had more food to snack on and Clobbopus managed to pick out his own brand of poke food.

Sadly the journey had to come to an end as my backpack nears capacity.

I now have more than a dozen Pokeballs, a set of new clothes and an arrangement of potions to cure my Pokemon of all ailments within my belongings.

Yet, I still need a weapon for self defense. But that will be done on my own since I didn't want to worry Whitney.

It's past six now and my match starts at eight.

In order to not be late for my official challenge, we start to head towards the Gym.

The walk is devoid of tension as I'm sure I'll win. The pleasant walk with Whitney allows her to open up more. Revealing a goofy personality underneath all of her flirting.

We arrive at the Gym ahead of time. Rebecca greets us more meekly today.

And as I check in my date officially ends.

Since I didn't get a 100 followers, I have turned my attention on my Danmachi Document (27k words) to continue working on. My Pokemon Fic will not be dropped in the near feature as I already have 3K words written for the next update. However, this fic is no longer a top priority and at least there will be one chapter a week added. Sadly, the chapters won't be 5k+ words anymore. At most they'll be 2.5K or rather half the size.