Ghouly Call

Chapter 2- Fantasy

"Hello, ghost boy."

"Oh no." Danny knew that voice. The one right behind him. She was right behind him. He turned around. It was none other than Paulina Salazaar. "Hello, Pau-Miss."

The stuttering superhero looked around the room. It was regular sized, mostly bright blues. A desk, cabinet, bed. A closet in the back. Paulina herself was laying on her single sized bed. Leaning her back on the pile of throw pillows in front of the headboard. Her legs lazily crossed, one over the other. The left foot dangling over her right knee. The pink princess folded her arms behind her head, somehow framing her face like a portrait as she stared at him alluringly with a sultry smile.

"Y-You contacted me… Ci-Citizen."

The Phantom had known this girl for a long- long time. Before he even was the Phantom. Since she had first moved to the city back in elementary school. Though, he'd forgotten which year... no, he hadn't. The two had never gotten along growing up, especially as little kids. Paulina was the type of toddler who only cared about things if others had them. As a munchkin she would just take stuff away from other kids- toys, candy, even pine cones from the ground. Just so she could have what other's valued, only to get bored and forget about it right after.

Things didn't change much as they got older, only instead of just taking it away herself, Paulina would 'persuade' others to just give their stuff to her. For someone who developed early and beautifully, it didn't take a genius to guess how. Honestly, growing up Paulina was far from Danny's only bully- but she was his favorite.

The girl who the Phantom won't stop stuttering in front of was wearing her classic outfit of turquoise leggings and hot pink V-neck. Oh, and a pair of princess purple socks. All of which forced you to notice how... developed this school yard bully grew into.

"Invizo-Bill." Paulina purred. There weren't even any 'R's in that sentence and she was rolling them.

"I really, really, need a publicist." Danny sighed, doing his absolute best to maintain eye contact as his favorite school bully's foot dipped up and down. It reminded Danny of that bait on a string people used with cats. The dumb fur balls could never resist.

"You never did tell anyone why you put the 'D' on your costume." Paulina said, her tone teasing. The girl pointed an almost too slender finger at his chest. The superhero's mouth opened before his brain could think, so he just turned into a muttering, stuttering mess right there. The former bully actually held in a snort at that before blowing him a kiss. The phantom bit his tongue, literally, and took in a breath.

"Miss Salazaar." Danny announced, no stutter this time, though his face felt as hot as the sun. "You don't seem very afraid for someone in a crisis. I-"

"Around you, never."

"Y-Yes." Danny coughed, hoping he hid the stutter. "But only because of your... history of, spectral attention. I gave you that number for ghostly emergencies only."

It was true. After the young Mr. Fenton gained his powers and made a name for himself- His school, his town, even his home dimension. As every child's dream- A superhero. It wasn't long before ghostly baddies of all types started going after him. Directly or not. Including people around him. Even if Danny barely knew them. For one reason or another, Paulina was targeted more than most. Even after they graduated. Eventually, 'someone' got it into the phantom's head to just give his school yard bully a number to a burner phone with his logo on it. To make those misadventures easier.

It worked out so far... right?"

"Well…" Paulina sat up, sliding her lower body so her legs dangled off the bed. "You are a ghost, and it is an emergency."

"Wha-" Paulina winked at him, her smile belonged on a cat that just saw a fat, dumb mouse- its fur dripping cream. For some reason, Danny thought of cheese. He bit his lip. "What's the emergency?"

In response, Paulina lifted her arms over her head. Giving herself a good stretch. A sweet, satisfied, and enticing little squeak of a moan thrummed in her throat. And- yes. The former bully stuck her plump, pear shaped chest out. Probably more than was healthy… for both of them. Quick side note, thanks to how tight the V-neck was, Danny knew from the second he saw her that night Paulina was wearing a bra. Though now, he could see what pattern. It wasn't what he expected.

"Welll..." Paulina yawned, doing her part to roll the 'L's. The stalwart defender couldn't help but notice how wide her mouth opened. How thick her lips were. The shade of lipstick. The licking action her tongue was doing. All of this capped off by her shut eyes shooting open like a jump scare. The phantom could've sworn her angled teal eyes were glowing as she stared at him. "Its Friday night. I'm bored and alone."

Here's the thing about Paulina Salazaar. She's really damn pretty- If you haven't figured that out by now. To put it in horny drunk brain terms, imagine any trait you could think of for your first erection, give it a vaguely Hispanic tint to it, shove it all into a computer- and boom. You've got Paulina Salazaar.

Paulina herself didn't have muscles, but she was athletic. She was slender, but not thin. She had curves, but not thick. There's one other thing. Up until around a decade ago, about 90% of the town had the kind of skin tone where they could became invisible in winter. No ghost powers needed. Sooo, going to school together, especially around 13 and up, a certain something extra helped the young Miss Salazaar stand out more than most to Danny and plenty others- mostly males.

Her pitch black hair glided down to her lower back in curvy waves. Her kissed copper skin glistened and drew in every kind of light. Her thick, luscious lips demanded attention to every word, even if she didn't say anything. Her voice, silky and deep with a spicy sweet accent that sounded like she was singing every sentence. Last but not least, her eyes. Bladed turquoise that belonged on an Aztec priestess's sacrificial dagger.

All of which was crowned by a mind and will that made people want to carry her on their backs like a litter as they crawled on the floor.

"Th-That's terrible." The hero stuttered. Salazaar might've been done stretching, but she still had her chest arched out. Ecoplasm help him, Danny just couldn't look away.

"I wanted company." Paulina lowered her arms, folding them in her lap as she looked deep into his eyes. "So I called you."

"I-I'm flattered, but I have an entire city to patrol." Danny answered, shaking himself awake. Forcing himself to make eye contact with his old bully. "It wouldn't be right to only protect one person."

"Is that why you raced over to my place less than a minute after my first text?" Paulina said, holding up her phone. A proud smirk on her face. "You didn't even call to check. Just zoom."

Danny opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So he shut it. The playground bully raised an eyebrow at that- At him. He couldn't let that stand. He couldn't let her get to him. The spectral hero fell back on the one line that never failed for tough questions.

"I thought you were in danger. I-"

"In danger. Me?" Paulina asked, teasingly. Her hand on her chest. "Not as long as I have you, ghost boy."

Paulina held up her phone. The number Danny gave her was on its screen. Just above his ghostly white D on black background logo.

The superhero stood there, his glowing green eyes into the terrible teal of the girl he'd rescued so many times. Paulina herself smirked at him, her eyes half closed- daring him. One thing ran through Danny's mind. One thing only. Years ago, in second grade. A young Danny Fenton, his head barely capping over his parent's knee, was playing outside during recess in the sandbox. The future superhero was building sand castles just to chop them apart with his new lightsaber he'd brought for his turn in show and tell.

He liked it. It was fun.

It was the first time in his life Danny felt like the heroes he'd seen so much. Even then.

Then the new kid showed up.

A little girl the same age as him, in a pink T-shirt and teal shorts, pushed little Danny down. He fell face-first into the scratchy sand. The lightsaber fell out of his hands. The tiny girl stood over the little boy, her dark pigtails flailing, and just grabbed the lightsaber out of his wee hand. She lifted the toy weapon up in the air. Its round blade glowing green. Her squeaky, cutesy voice echoed in the sandbox as she declared the toy was hers now and no one could take it from her.

It was quite the first day for a one Paulina Salazaar.

"Soooo..." Paulina asked, her tone teasing. Danny's closed his eyes at her words as he shook his head. After a moment, he opened them again. The undead hero stared hard at the damsel he'd helped from distress so many times. The rotted green of his eyes reflected off her pretty pupils. Paulina tilted her head at this, visibly surprised. "What do you say, Ghost boy?"

"You don't own me." Danny announced, his tone colder than he meant it to be. The hero didn't mind much.

Paulina hummed, raising an eyebrow. Salazaar was intrigued, but she never lost her smirk. If anything, it was even more entrenched on her perfectly sculpted face. In a curiously cat like motion, the former cheerleader lifted one leg off the bed, stretching it out toward the ghostly hero before tapping him on the chest. Danny couldn't help himself, he broke eye contact and looked down. Thanks to a short lifetime of healthy activity, good genes, and skin tight clothing- He got a pretty good view. The leg had the slender curve and grace of a box spring. Danny didn't know how, but he knew she was ready to snap. What surprised him the most, was… was…

Paulina only gave her hero enough time for a taste before she slid her foot down. Inch by inch, the ball of her foot and tips of her toes glided down Danny's torso. Teasing. Tickling. Torturing through temptation before finally landing on the belt buckle of Danny's costume. Miss Salazaar gave out a small, almost inaudible little hum as she pressed down on the belt buckle. The mauling metal bit into him as the firm flesh felt his very soul.

'Jesus, when did I become a poet?' Danny thought.

"That can change."

Just like that, Danny was back in the sandbox. Where everything was bigger. Everything was warmer. Everything hurt so much more. Tiny Paulina was waving around her small prize of war over her conquered prey. The whole playground, their class, their grade. Everyone was watching them. Kids that age didn't bother with pretending not to look. When something was worth their attention, children put their eyes on it. The kids might not've been able to put it into words, but they knew. A new girl in class. A new bully for the rest of school. All of school. Which for them meant the rest of their lives as they knew it.

Not for Danny.

Little Mr. Fenton forced his head back up. Itchy and scratchy sand that was older than he could know fell off his face as he spat even more out of his mouth. Too much of it still covered his eyes for him to see, but Danny didn't need to look. The sound effect of the toy was loud enough that the now all quiet playground could hear it. Tiny Danny got to his feet, and like a silent phantom, the blind boy grabbed the girl by the wrist. Tiny Paulina stopped her bubbly bragging right then and there. The little bully was about to say something, but Tiny Danny ripped what was his out of her hand. Before teeny Paulina could reach for it again, Tiny Danny shoved her down into the sand. Wiping away at his eyes, darned if it wasn't blind luck, Danny saw that she'd landed in the same shot she shoved him. Just on her back instead of her face.

His tiny heart raging and his big blue eyes on fire, Little Danny activated his toy weapon. Its dull emerald green seemed brighter than it had ever been. Every surface in the playground shined with it. None more so than the eyes of all the other kids looking at them. Little Danny looked down at what tried to be his predator. The little girl stared up at him, not afraid per se, but stunned. Pure disbelief on her face. She was confused. As if, this was the first time in her life that someone actually fought back. Danny saw this. He FELT this. This was what he was meant to do.

Little Danny pointed the toy weapon's tip down at Tiny Paulina's face. Its emerald light shined off her eyes like mirrors.

"You're mean!" The little boy announced. "This is mine."

"You seem safe." Danny announced, his mind back in the present. The ghostly hero grabbed Paulina's ankle and yanked her foot off him. An unsubtle scowl on his face as he let go and turned around toward the door. It was so abrupt that Paulina almost fell off her bed right then and there. Her face, stunned. Danny ignored the disbelieving grunt in the background as he prepared to phase through the bricks of the building. "Have a good night. Only call me for emergencies."

"The world is so amazing, Inviso-Bill." Paulina announced, her voice a bit more acidic than before. "But so unpredictable. Take my phone for instance." The Phantom stopped in his tracks. He didn't even breath... not that he needed to. "I can only imagine what would happen if this phone got into the wrong hands. Like say, some IT nerd. Eager for some, company. Maybe some fading influencer online, desperate for some gossip. A Superhero's phone number. That seems pretty juicy."

"You-" Danny turned around, glaring. Paulina folded her arms at him, smirking hard. Un-intimidated. If anything, she was enjoying his scowl as she held up her little phone at him. "Y-You would."

"With you?" Paulina laughed, winking at him. Despite himself, Danny felt his pants getting tighter. "Anything."

"Wh-What…" Danny stammered, his eyes fluttering up and down her graceful legs. A certain part of him was hurting. His pride. "What do you want from me?"

"So many things." Paulina smiled, haughtily. She was so mug, Danny could actually feel it in the room as an actual force. Somehow, it made everything worse… in all the right ways. "But right now... guess."

"You know I can just destroy the phone, right?" Danny noted, raising his hand up to her. It started glowing with power.

"Yeah, but I know you won't." Paulina answered, the emerald light shining off her teal pupils. The girl ignored the four fingers and a thumb that could and have smashed cars. "Even if it could solve anything," Paulina pulled down her shirt collar with her free hand. Showing a good bit more cleavage than Danny thought a V-neck could show. The hero fangirl slid her phone right between her breasts.

"H-How, would you know." Danny gulped. The phantom was as dead as a doorknob, but he knew he was blushing up a storm as he stared at this controlling predator's chest.

"Because..." Paulina teased, and like a cat that was nibbling on a bit of cheese in front of a mouse, she pulled her phone up just enough so it was poking out between her tits. "You're a big, strong, strapping superhero, I'm the pretty damsel in distress. People just love rescuing me."

'Ain't that the truth.' Danny thought, his mind back at the sandbox one final time.

Tiny Danny, standing triumphant over his beaten wee foe. The tip of his lightsaber in little Paulina's face. The whole playground staring at them. A few of the other children were even cheering him on… Then a teacher finally showed up. The lumbering, balding, beer-bellied clown in a cheep suit waddled up to the sandbox- demanding to know what was going on. Little Paulina, still on her back in the sand, gave Tiny Danny a wicked little smirk before she started bawling her eyes out- pointing at Danny. Before he could blink, the teacher grabbed the victim by the arm and dragged him back into the school like a criminal. Little Danny spent the next week of his recesses in the time-out corner, a dunce cap on his head. His new lightsaber was confiscated.

Danny never did get it back.

"You'll have to play my little game." Paulina declared, the same wicked grin on her face that she wore in the sandbox all those years ago.

"Game? What happens if I win?" Danny asked. Somehow it felt like he was talking to one of his super villains.

"Oh, we'll both win." Paulina non-answered, sliding her right leg over her left. Damn, those leggings really did show off her curves. "Just one more than the other."

"How do we play?" Danny asked. Paulina smiled at him, tapping her chin- as if in thought.

"I've always seen you wearing that same costume all this time." Paulina said, pointing at the big silver 'D' on his chest. It was true. Over the years, Danny himself grew and changed, but his suit didn't. It just appeared every time he went ghost. "I've always wondered, does it come off?"

Danny wondered that himself. In all the time he'd been the phantom, Danny never actually tried. Phantom. Human. It was there and then gone again. Before the accident that gave Danny his powers, it was just a jumpsuit. Though, the torso was stark white, while the feet and hands were pitch black. The color scheme swapped after the accident. Aside from that?

"I, I think so." Danny answered, half-heartedly.

"Show me…" Paulina purred, her face alight and eager. "Slowly."

Danny didn't know what else to do, so he shrugged and tried taking off his costume. Turns out it was still a jumpsuit, not some magically painted on thing or a part of his body. Nope, still a jumpsuit. It still had the zipper and everything. Pulling it down by the turtleneck collar, inch by inch it went. The hero wasn't even down to his collarbone and Paulina's eyes were on him hard.

Danny didn't know how to feel about that, but he kept on.

Soon enough, the hero pulled it down to his naval. He would've kept going but a squeak and a curse filled the room. Danny looked up at Paulina. The girl was sitting ram rod straight on her bed, knees up. Hands over her mouth. Eyes wide.

"What?" Danny asked, confused. His hands still on the zipper. Surprisingly, Paulina said nothing. She just pointed at him. Danny tilted his head at this as he turned to the small mirror on her desk- 'Oh my god.'

As it turns out, the super hero lifestyle gives quite the physique. Danny had muscles. MUSCLES. In the short bit that showed, his chest looked like it was made of concrete. Strong and spread out. His tum-tum, those were some… defined abs.

"¡Dios mío!" Paulina stammered in spanish, standing up. Her movements jittery and anxious. Her eyes hard on Danny's now exposed front. "I-I've been with gym rats, fitness nuts, even a legit professional model." Paulina announced, grabbing the top of the jumpsuit and fully opening it up, giving her a complete view. Paulina actually licked her lips. "Turns out a superhero beats them all. Who knew?"

"Uhhh, thanks." Danny grumbled, he didn't know what else to say as he looked at himself. He was pale, really, really pale. No surprise. His ghost body had never seen the sun. Though, more than a few scars were scratched over him. After all the fights he'd been in over the years, they shouldn't have surprised him- though they did. Danny also discovered he was ticklish. As Paulina glided her fingers over those scars.

"Did someone actually sculpt these?" Paulina asked, her eyes on his stomach… which looked like he did a hundred sit-ups every HOUR. "I-Is this an honest to god 8-pack?"

"A-Apparently?" The phantom stuttered. Danny's human self had abs, but those looked like he just didn't feed himself properly. His ghost self's abs looked like they were a gift from the gods of CGI. Danny shook his head as he looked back at Paulina… who just stood there. It was like that for a bit. The only real sign that time was still a thing was how Paulina was biting her lips as her eyes tried to burn a hole into his ab covered guts. Eventually, Danny had enough and just coughed. It did the trick and snapped her out of it.

"Uhhh…" Paulina stammered, her face blank before turning away to the side. Though her hand was still on his abs. "Th-That's exactly wh-what I exp-expected."

"Really?" Danny asked, feeling smug- finally. "You look surprised."

The former bully's eyes shot up to meet Danny's, a pouty scowl on her face.

"M-Maybe…" Paulina mumbled. She tried to keep her eyes on his, she really did. But the teal orbs just kept dipping back down to his abs.

"How am I playing so far?" Danny asked. Paulina blushed. It deepened when she caught herself reaching out to his stony chest.

"Y-You're not losing." Paulina grumbled, her eyes still on his gut. She wasn't even trying to resist anymore. Danny rolled his eyes.

"Just grab'em. You know you want to." Danny sighed. Paulina pouted at that, but she did it. Both hands, straight on. Chest. Stomach. Even his shoulders. She especially liked touching the hero's scars. Paulina's hands never stayed still for long, but they stayed there the longest. The former schoolyard bully even 'meeped' a few times. It was actually cute. Danny had no idea Paulina could be cute.

"Y-You're so, so s-solid." Paulina said, her voice a squeaky whisper. "E-Everything I-I've ever dreamed o-of."

Danny laughed. "Shouldn't I be saying that?"

"Huh?" Paulina asked looking up at him, confused. The girl looked back down at her hands, still on him. Her eyes back up at Danny. She looked like a deer in headlights, or rather… a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. Paulina smushed her lips together, pouting. "Soooo, you can play the game. Ghost boy."

"I don't even know the game." Danny tilted his head at her. Paulina's pout deepened at him as she backed away to her bed.

"I want to own you…but," Paulina paused. "If you play your cards right- you might own me."

Suddenly, just like that, Danny could've sworn a giant light bulb was shining over his head. The hero grinned, smug as he could get at his old bully.

"Maybe I already do." Danny blew her a kiss. Paulina stared at him, hard. Her face angry, afraid and… eager. "You're bored and alone, on a Friday night. You said so yourself. You could've done anything, anyone. But, you wanted me here."

Paulina just stood like that. Her eyes on him, her face that same jumbled mask. It wouldn't be for long. Danny knew that. Whenever he 'caught' his friends by their words like that they either doubled down, pouted, or just blew up at him. Tucker usually went with option A, while Sam more often than not went with C. The 'genius' of the team having trouble admitting he's wrong, shocker. As for the weapons specialist? Well, she had a temper. Who knew?

The question now was, what would Paulina, former school yard bully, would pick.

She admitted defeat.

"Ya got me." Paulina relaxed, shrugging.

"What?"

"I thought you were some twitchy little virgin." Paulina admitted. "A pretty boy with muscles. A nerd with Abs. A superhero, sure. End of the day though, still a push over." Paulina crossed her arms, giving Danny a sultry look. "Where has this hero been?"

"You…" Danny thought, the gears in his mind turning at her words. "You're flipping this back onto me."

"So you do have a brain." Paulina teased, pointing at Danny's head. She regained her smirk. "Weren't heroes supposed to be bad at thinking. Just smash and blast?"

"Not after year one." Danny shrugged, smirking back. The living superhero remembered a lifetime of comics, cartoons, and movie cliché's. "That's when the origin story is over, and you have to stay interesting. Otherwise, you lose viewers and get upstaged by the next hot new thing."

"HA!" Paulina snorted, there was genuine delight in the laugh. Danny tilted his head at her, surprised. "Fair. But still, you didn't answer my question."

"That depends, what 'is' the question?"

"Where has this smart, snarky, confident hero out of marvel been?" Paulina asked, pointing all around Danny's body. She landed on his face. "Just showing up in my room. Most people just see the stoic, scary, kinda bland, DC knock off."

"You know comics?" Danny asked, honestly surprised. No, that wasn't a strong enough word. Try perplexed. Flummoxed. Flabbergasted. Despite living in the age of the 'costumed franchises'- Of all the people Danny knew, only his team's tech support bothered to know anything about superheroes. Even that was through sheer nerd obligation. The team tech guy cared for nothing about the story. Now the universe was telling a living superhero that Princess 'nerds-are-my-punching-bag' is a fan? 'What is happening?'

"Oh, you mean the only movie genre that demand funny, pretty, buff guys do impossibly cool stuff and look good doing it? The costumes, so shiny and... skin tight." Paulina hummed, eyeing Danny up and down. Her eyes landing on his scared abs-then lower. "Who could go back to spy's in suits or space monks in robes after that?"

"Movies too, huh." Danny gulped, his eyes zooming in on Paulina's face. There was even a sound effect in the background. He could've sworn his old bully was glowing in front of him. Especially around her eyes. 'Di-Did she just get prettier…why is it so hot in here right now?'

"Well?" Paulina asked, her eyes finally connecting back to his.

"Wha- oh, right." Danny said, taking in a breath. Doing his best to regain his confidence. It was hard. There was a fantasy playing in his head. The image of the two of them in a theater together. Him in a tight dry martini black spy suit. Her in a VERY loose jedi robe. That little fantasy didn't wanna go away. "Oh, I've always been here." Danny smiled, miraculously. "This is just the first time you're seeing it."

Danny slid his arms out of his suit. Letting the top half of his costume slink off and hang behind him at the waist. Leaving the living hero naked from the belt up. Danny looked back over at the mirror on the desk. The arms matched the gut. Pure sculpted grit.

Most professionally active actors and athletes had muscles built for form over function. Size was what mattered. Most of it was all show- no go. Most superheroes, real ones, were built like professionally active soldiers. Function over form. The muscles in Danny's arms were hard and defined- if 'streamlined'. Downright pantherine. Storied with scars. Detailed with disaster. Danny didn't even need to flex, he knew he could split steel like a phone book.

"Oh, wow." It was her time to gulp. "Uh, uh… Pr-Prove it."

Paulina stammered, leaning back on her bed... and spreading her legs. Danny looked down, his eyebrows raised so far up they threatened to fall off his face. Paulina's legs, curvy and thick- yet smooth as silk. Truth be told, Danny had spent YEARS dreaming about her legs wrapping around his head. His face, buried in her thighs. Now she was daring him to put his fantasies where his mouth was- literally.

'Is she serious?' Danny thought, just as her knee twitched. The hero looked up, his eyes to hers. His old bully's gaze was shot to the side. Her eyes 'casually' rolling away. Her face, blushing. Danny felt another light bulb glowing above his head. 'She's just as nervous as me. Putting up a front. Bluffing boldness, like me. Why? Aside from 'take over the world' crazies, she's the most confident person I know.'

Then it hit him. Danny was a superhero. A VERY attractive superhero, apparently. One that had saved and comforted Paulina, personally, many times over the years. Now he was suddenly in her room. Flirting with her. Half naked. Danny could only imagine if the roles were reversed. If She-hulk or Power-girl was in his kitchen, topless, sweet-talking him… Danny would've been hunched over, stress vomiting into a wastebasket- at best.

Putting it like that, Danny was actually impressed Paulina didn't turn into a jabbering mess the second he phased into her room. Though, he did feel sorry for putting so much pressure on her. No wonder she went with such an all-or-nothing move like that.

Danny knew he had to make a move. A BIG one. But more importantly, a big move- for her.

The question was… what could he do. Danny had never been in anything near this before. The hero thought. He thought hard. Only one thing came to mind. He had a black and white cape. A fanged maw, and… burning white hair.

"Oh, I know what game we're playing now." Danny smiled, villainously. Paulina's eyes peaked back over to him, her cheeks got redder. The phantom snapped his fingers. Instantly, two more ghosts appeared. One on each side. Both had the same hair, eyes, physique as him. They were duplicates. Clones. They smiled, hungrily, at her. Just like him.

"H-Hello, boys." Paulina stuttered, her face turning to them. Her smile forced and nervous. Her eyes drinking in every inch of all three of them. Both her knees twitching now. ""I-I, I didn't know could do that. You bro-brought the whole ga-gang."

Danny waved a hand, at his clones. One Danny climbed onto Paulina's bed and went directly behind her. Another Danny went to her side. The last Danny kneeled before her, his hands on both her knees. All three Danny's smiled hard at Paulina. Paulina herself twisted and turned, trying to match all of them. She couldn't. So she looked down at the Danny looking up at her. His glowing eyes were almost bright enough to hide her blush.

"I, I don't know where to look." Paulina admitted, biting her lip.

"Look where ever you want." Middle Danny snorted, tilting to the side- kissing her lower thigh. Paulina meeped. She outright meeped. Danny's eyes never left hers. "I will."