Understood
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Chapter 20
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The two mechs stood on the street, staring at Swerve and Tailgate but trying to look inconspicuous. "Puppycons," said Swerve to his partner with a nudge, giving the pair a flirty little wave.
The two suddenly turned to each other, smiling awkwardly and leaning in to converse. The blue one waved back.
And when the pair began to move, Swerve snorted a laugh. "And now into the Rusty Cog to get a little liquid courage."
As predicted, the pair turned and headed into the tavern one door up the street.
Once they were inside, Swerve grabbed Tailgate's hand and led him across the street. "C'mon. Let's go showroom over there." Tailgate followed. Swerve was so much better at this than he was. They took up a place, sitting sideways on the wall outside of the Rusty Cog. Normally Hot Zone and Gamma worked there, lounging on the low street wall in front of it but they were both absent tonight.
Through the glass of the bar's front they could see the two targets at the counter waiting for the bartender. Swerve leaned attractively back on on his arms and stretched out a leg suggestively. He'd seen Gamma do the same thing.
"Think they'll notice?"
"Of course they will."
Tailgate and Swerve were careful not to make eye contact as the two recently-inducted Decepticons sat at a tiny table next to the glass, a larger sized cube of high-grade for each. And when their cubes were drained most of the way, one of the pair slipped out, a grounder whose glossy, freshly applied faction symbol looked completely out of sync with the weather-beaten green that was the rest of his plating. "So, ah... mmm... how much?" he asked, approaching the pair and trying to look confident and suave. The fidgeting leg told a different story.
"Price tonight is five hundred credits for a cycle," replied Swerve, sitting up just enough so that his legs parted a little more without looking too conspicuous. "And three hundred credits for each additional cycle."
The mech smiled, obviously liking the answer, which meant that he had at least that much money. "Is that for one or both of you?" he asked, optics drifting to Swerve.
"Just one, but if you want both of us we could work something out... say eight hundred credits for the first cycle and five hundred for each additional cycle."
"Do you, uh... do you have a mouth?" he asked Tailgate.
"He's got a beautiful mouth. You like kissing? Show him your mouth, sweetie," Swerve instructed.
Amping up the cute and shy performance, Tailgate retracted his mask.
"See? Isn't he pretty?"
The ground-pounder had by now completely forgotten his confident and suave act and nodded stupidly. "If... if I hired both of you, would... uh... I saw... well, there was this thing I saw in a holovid one time, where the... well..." He leaned in close to Swerve, explaining something in a whisper that obviously both flustered and excited him. His foot twitched all the more.
Swerve listened carefully, nodding along as the newly recruited Decepticon spilled out his fantasy. "Sure thing," Swerve grinned when he had the full story. "That's what we call a Double Praxian Lovelock around here."
"And you could do that? With me?" The Puppycon looked terribly eager, optics darting from one minibot to the other.
"We could."
With a fool's grin he looked in through the window of the Rusty Cog, obviously comm'ing something to his friend. And then he turned back to Swerve. "Eight hundred for the first cycle and five hundred each additional?" His hand slipped into a hatch where credit chips began to jangle.
"Not here," said Swerve, catching his arm. "Let's go somewhere private first."
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 21
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Author Note: Couldn't write a story about prostitution without throwing in a little Comic Sutra. :-P
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Transformers and all related concepts, characters, worlds, and events are property of Hasbro and Takara Tomy. Original characters and story elements are property of E. Potter, writing under the pen name of Miratete.
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