Her Bimbo Strategy

“That’s what we want to hear!” Hiroshi cheered.

“I want the girl-you even more!” Daisuke said, his hands going under the table to unzip his pants.

“Why do I always have to say the wrong thing,” Ranma groaned, rising out of his chair. I could feel his powerful legs wanting to take to the rooftops. But, first, he had to get out of the ice cream shop.

There, outside, he saw her passing. “I got just the cumdump to take your mind off me!” He went outside. “Nabiki! Come here!”

The girl I only recognized by her face barely slowed in her heels. “I don’t have to. You’re not 18 yet.” She was in an azure, form-fitting, stretch mini skirt that shaped itself to her bimbo booty. Her 40H boobs were barely covered by two teal bands that strained the snap that brought them together at her collar. She may have had some ribs removed, her waist was so small. If she had dyed her hair blonde, I probably wouldn’t have recognized her. Her trademark bob, though, had more of a coppery sheen to it.

“Hiroshi is!”

“Then, he can come out here and tell me to come in there. Or,” she shrugged, “we could do it out here.”

“I know you’re planning on makin’ money off me becomin’, maybe, free-use on my 18th birthday.”

She casually stopped and pushed out a hip to rest a perfectly manicured hand on. “You know me so well. But,” she smirked, “you don’t know how I plan on profiting from your free-to-all sex.”

“I don’t have to. If I do have to have sex with whatever guys grabs me, I still have to be where the guy can grab me.”

“Nice try, Saotome. But your GPS implant will let us find you. You know, the one that sends out the ‘invitations’ the moment you’re 18.” (I wonder if that is how the free-use system works, or is there more magic involved?)

Ranma cradled his hands behind his head, a show of confidence in this tactic, “I think I’ll go on a trainin’ mission. It’s been awhile since I’ve been to really isolated and dangerous places. I know of some where even I could get killed.”

I saw it on her face, briefly, the look of business calculations. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I could guess. Ranma had been right. She needed him to be where she could exploit his girl-body for her own profit. Whether he was a legal male or not, she would have to do whatever he wanted her to do for the next few days, and trust Ranma not to be somewhere else on his birthday. I knew, and she knew, he kept his word, even if it was just implied.

I then saw her shrug, just like before, when she accepted that she would have had to do what Hiroshi wanted her to do if he were there. She would now just be doing what the Ranma wanted her to do before his time. A shudder went through Ranma's body and I realized that when he was finally legal, Nabiki would undoubtedly find ways for having his girl-half pay extra for this. Kami-sama help him if Ranma found another way to delay the inevitable of being free-used, and 'robbing' Nabiki of the money she had probably already budgeted into her investment portfolio.