Amber Would Have, if it Weren't for this DAMN Line!

Running as fast as you can, you manage to make it the Pokémon center with time to spare. Not a lot, but enough that you should have just enough time to get yourself a room, drop off your things, and reach Blue's room before his deadline. If you're lucky might even have time for a quick shower!

Any hopes you had of reaching Blue's room before time runs out are dashed as you step into the Pokémon Center Lobby and crash into someone's back. "Hay, watch it!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Apologizing to the Pokémon Trainer in front of you, they thankfully turn back around and leave you alone. Gathering yourself you take a look around, and immediately realize that any hope you had of reaching Blue's room on time was gone.

Because in front of you was a line. A LONG line. A line that stretches all the way back from the counter to where you are standing in the doorway entrance. Which is ridiculous! You were right outside Mount Moon! There shouldn't even be this many trainers in this building, let alone in line!

As you stand there, your heart pounding with dread, you try to think of your options. You needed to get a room to drop your stuff in, but you couldn't miss Blue's deadline. Wait, Blue! You could call him, or send him a text message. A picture! You could send him a picture of the line, tell him that you were here, and explain what was going on!

You send Blue a text and tell him "I need more time, line too long." You then take a selfie of yourself in line so that he can't accuse you of lying to try and buy more time. At least this way you could prove that you made it to the Pokémon Center on time.

You stand in line, wondering if Blue has seen your message, wondering if he is going to respond, or if he is just going to let you stew in uncertainty. Five full minutes which you can't afford to lose go by before you hear a message notification on your PokeGear. You quickly pull out your PokeGear and seeing that the message is from Blue you open it.

"I am not unreasonable, so I will give you two options:

1) You strip down completely naked, shove all of your clothes into your back pack, and bring everything to my room NOW.

2) You wait in line, get yourself a room, and come to my room naked as we originally agreed. If you pick this option I'll impose a penalty on you for being late, and an additional penalty for every 10 minutes you are late."

Your first reaction is to dismiss the first option. There is no way you are going to strip down naked in front of all of these people. Besides, you wanted your own room to escape to, and to stash your things in out of Blue's reach.

Except you have no idea what the penalty will be. You quickly type out and send a response to Blue, asking him. "What would the penalty be?"

You wait a few minutes, wondering of Blue is simply typing slow or purposefully trying to make you anxious. Maybe he hadn't actually thought of what the 'penalty' would be? Or maybe he is just trying to run out the clock? You then see Blue's response which does nothing to help your decision.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out."

As you stand in line you start taking deep controlled breaths to try and calm your nerves. Ok girl, think. The first option seems the easiest, after all you will have to steak to Blue's room anyway. Streaking from the Lobby to Blue's room wasn't that much different from steaking from your room to his. Might as well get it over with.

But as you contemplate stripping down to absolutely nothing in the front lobby, in front of all of these people, you find yourself hesitant to actually go through with it. Streaking from room to room was one thing. But stripping in the front lobby, in front of all these strangers, these male strangers, some of who were already sneaking glances at you out of the corner of their eye, was out of the question.

You were likely to get gang banged right then and there if you started stripping in the lobby.

But you couldn't take the second option, could you!? You have no idea what Blue's 'penalty' is. Just thinking about it is causing your heart to beat nervously in your chest and butterflies to dance in your stomach. Yeah, nerves, that is what it was. You certainly were not arousal at the idea of being punished by Blue. It wasn't as if you had been fantasizing about such a thing twice in the last few days or anything.

As you stand in line, considering your options, you see the line finally move a little bit. Which is when you realize that in the entire time you have been standing here, this is the first time the line has moved.

Author's Notes: So not one of my main branches. But I was reading/re-reading some of the older Sex **** stuff, and some of my stuff, and I had an idea. Ok, I have a few ideas. But this idea started to grow so much I knew that unless I put this out there I'll continue to brainstorm/etc about this. Which will distract me from the stuff I am actually trying to concentrate on. So here I am, emptying my brain space!