Tina Date 2, Part 3: A Dance in a Suite

Indigo

The trick worked once, I’m sure it’ll work again.

Indigo finds herself in the library. Her target: the scary looking librarian. She rings the little counter bell, and waits patiently.

With a scowl, the mermaid pops up out from behind the counter. “Oh, a customer. Greaaaat. What do you want?”

“I was looking for a book on quick ways to improve my HP.”

“Did the video games rot your brains? There are no shortcuts to good health.”

“Sure there are. I mean, we are on a show built on magic. Surely there are magical ways to make those numbers go up.”

“If it’s magic you want, check the shop. Is there anything else?” she snaps. The mermaid looks like the druggies Mama dragged Indi to tend for during charity volunteering time. She’s jonesin’ for a hit.

“If your interested, I could offer you something more tangible for your assistance.” Indigo summons a warm mug of her fake spunk from her inventory (this time using a touch of fox semen instead of the salt to give it the right smell). The mermaid drools. Indigo keeps the mug juuuust out of the mermaid’s reach. “So, what can you give me for this?”

The mermaid dives down and Indigo waits. She was just about to leave when she has returned. “Stop. Here. Gimme!”

A small slip of paper that feels weird. Looks like a recipe for a potion. Huh. Indigo hands off the mug. The mermaid drinks it down; just before she starts to fall into the trance, she groans, “Somethings wrong with...”

“I gotta know. Can you cum in a manner where I can taste some of your mermaid cum without, you know, expelling your eggs?”

“No.”

“Mierda. Sucks to be you. Well, cum your tits out. Waive the reading fee for me. I wasn’t here. Francis did this to you. Understand?”

Indigo sees the rage burning is the mermaid’s glazed eyes as she types something into the computer, drenched in the brown liquid draining from her flattening chest. Indigo takes a lick and swipes the empty mug. Still salty.

Indigo: +2 XP (Feeding on a Level 5 spellcasting monster)

Indigo: +1 max SP (Feeding on female spellcaster of higher level)

Calypso: -1 Level

She then books it out of the library. She doesn’t want to be here when that mermaid comes to.

Tina

Tina is still feeling dizzy as Francis helps her towards the Master Suite. He puts some gentle pressure on the back of her head for some reason. Suddenly, Francis pulls his clothes into his inventory.

“Ms. Tina, are you okay?” Skye is standing at the base of the stairs to the Suite. Her arms and legs are bandaged, yet the farmhand looks more concerned about the bonny bunny.

“<Tina got hit with a chunk of ice in the One-Shot Room. The recovery function of the room wasn’t set up, I guess because it wasn’t supposed to be a combat scenario. I’m going to patch her up once we get upstairs.>”

“Oh, let me,” the drow girl offers. She takes a look at the back of Tina’s head. Tina can’t sees what Skye exactly does. But she hears it, “<Oh, my Lady grant me the wisdom to heal Ms. Tina.>” A wave of calm passes through Tina and she feels better.

“Thanks. Date’s still ruined, but thanks.”

Francis sighs, “<The night is still young, Tina, and I’d enjoy spending some more time with you. Date’s not ruined when it’s still going on. And thanks, Skye. I appreciate your help.>”

“The Lady told me Ms. Tina would need my help tonight. I’m sure it wasn’t just for that little boo boo. If you don’t mind, may I help?”

Skye’s offering to help? The producer bunny told me she could solve my agent problem. Not sure how to explain it, but..., Tina ponders, then agrees, “Sure, Skye. Let’s try to salvage tonight.”

The three walk up the stairs. Francis wants to rush the last few steps, but lurches when Tina stops to stare at the underwater statue. Skye blushes and turns away. “Way to go, Josie,” the bonny bunny teases, “Okay, we can go.”

They enter the Master Suite and, awaiting them on the table, is three meals Tina would have ordered from The Greasy Spork: The Greasy Burger with a Strawberry Milkshake. Francis moves his from the throne to another seat. Tina takes a bite. Mmmm. Just like I remember it. Francis even lets her eat most of his fries. He quietly watches, answering questions when asked. Skye, for her part, describes her evening religious experience with a level of enthusiasm Tina rarely sees in the farmhand. Sounds like it would have been cool to watch, if a little crazy.

After dinner, Francis asks Skye something in his pretty gibberish. Guess the spell wore off. The farmhand nods and moves to the piano. A jazzy sounding tune is played. He stands up and offers Tina a hand. He escorts her to a clear space near the piano and places a hand on the small of her back, lightly pressing her into his chest. His other holds her hand. He smiles, waiting for her to respond.

“Spell wore off. I guess you want us to dance?”

He nods. She puts her free hand on his shoulder. He silently leads her through one song. Then another. And another. It’s not a dance she is particularly comfortable with. She’s used to “dancing” by just jumping up and down to the beat, not steps and dips and spins. But it’s fun. Eventually, she is just too exhausted to continue. “Hey, Francis, I need a break. Can we sit? And maybe talk some?”

He nods and leads her to the book nook. Skye stops playing and turns to face the resting dancers, “Ms. Tina, thank you for giving me the excuse to practice playing the piano tonight. This still doesn’t seem like something that you needed me for. Do you know why The Lady asked me to help you tonight?”

“Um... contract negotiations?”

Francis says something in his pretty gibberish, then Skye nods. “I’ll look for something to help with that. I’ll let you two get on with your date.” The drow gets up and walks away, scrolling through her phone.

Before Tina could ask what that was all about, Francis boops her nose. Tina feels the Tongues spell set in again. He anticipates the question, “<Next time, be specific with your request.>”

Tina pouts. He wraps an arm around her and leans in. “<Sorry for being a bad date.>”

That shakes her out of her impending funk. “Francis, you were great tonight. Stop belittling yourself. In fact...” Tina stops long enough to pop her dress into her inventory and sit in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. “My cute ‘work-in-progress’ girlfriend deserves a reward.”

Tina starts to tease Francis’ nipples, sucking and lightly nibbling on one while pinching and twisting the other. He lets out a keening whine, panting almost immediately. He brushes her hair and starts to reach for an ear. She grabs his wrist and pins it to the wall behind him. She lets go of his nipple with an audible pop, then whispers in his ear, “Oh, no, cutie, I’m rewarding you. None of that.” She nibbles on his ear. He gasps, bucking his hips. Neat. Remember that for later.

Returning to his nipple, she continues to tease him. He moans out her name in pleasure. Tina sees Skye peeking, her hand teasing her clit; the bonny bunny barely hears the drow whisper, “<My Lady, please guide Ms. Tina’s ministrations. Please...>” Kinky.

She slows down her teasing to whisper in his ear again, “Hey, Francis, who’s a good girl?”

“<Josie.>” he teases back.

That earns him a hard tug on a nipple. “Try again, cutie. Who’s a good girl?”

“<Fine. Skye is.>” Tina hears Skye gasp at that. Aww. That snarky answer was actually kind of sweet.

Another hard tug. “One more shot, cutie. Who’s a good girl?”

Before he could answer, she let’s go of his arm and pulls on both of his nipples as hard as she can. He screams out, “<I AM!>” and she feels the weight of his breasts increase. His cum oozes onto her panties. Ooops. Probably should have taken those off. Francis is coming down from orgasmic bliss slowly.

Tina: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Nipplegasm] x2 [first time contestant participant])

Once he has regained his senses, he asks something in his pretty gibberish. She gives him a confused look. He sighs and summons his phone from his inventory. Tina reads the text: “Guess Tongues dissipated when I came. Sorry. Should have thought about it.”

“Francis, it’s okay. You don’t have to be perfect. Did you enjoy your reward?”

He nods his head yes. Tina smiles, “Good. Here’s one more.”

She leans in and kisses him straight on the mouth. She lingers there for a moment, waiting to see if he’ll take the lead. She doesn’t resist this time as he wraps an arm around her head, grabbing a fistful of her blonde locks. His other hand rests on her breast, giving her a light squeeze. He tentatively tries to press his tongue into her mouth; she happily allows it. The two tongue wrestle, she puts up just enough resistance to make it interesting, but yields to his tongue soon enough. Minutes later, he pulls back, a line of drool connecting their mouths. He bites his lower lip, looking a little guilty. She looks down to see his much diminished cock completely erect, twitching. It’s so small now. Almost cute.

Tina: +4 VP (Kiss the Girl x2 [first time master participant])

She checks her phone for that notification. “Wow, Josie took your virginity and didn’t even give you a kiss first? Rude. Are you happy I was your first?”

He nods yes again. Tina beams, “Good girl. I’m glad you like me so much. But, that’s enough for tonight. Don’t want to outscore Josie if I can. You know how competitive she gets. I’m going to clean up and buzz myself ready for bed. See you soon, cutie.”

Skye

Francis walks into the bedroom nook as Tina walks to the bathroom. She nods and sits on the bed beside Skye.

“<Hey. You okay?>”

“<Of course, my lady future love. I’m glad I could help you make Ms. Tina feel better.>”

She points at the bandages. “<How bad are the...>”

“<It’s nothing. I’ll be completely fine by morning. It was very worth it.>”

She wraps an arm around her shoulder. “<You know, I am still good for a trigger or two if you want to earn some more points while we wait on Tina.>”

She politely removes her arm. “<I don’t want to sully our date night by doing those sorts of things with you early. I’m sure you understand. Meanwhile, how are your prayers to Our Lady?>”

If Francis was offended by her boundaries, her future love doesn’t show it. Instead, she sighs, “<Not as consistent as I imagine you would like. You all have been keeping me quite busy. Doesn’t exactly help with the date schedule starting basically on Evensong time. I really only get a quick prayer in during the post reverie early morning. You?>”

“<The... urges you placed on my devotion took some adjusting to. But, overall, knowing that She hears me makes that a burden worth bearing. Thank you again for saving me from that horrid fate, my lady future love.>”

They sit in silence for a bit. It’s a surprisingly comfortable silence. She looks at her and smiles. Skye blushes and looks away. Eventually, Francis starts some small talk. Skye talks about life on the farm, life with her family. We really haven’t spent a lot of time getting to know each other, have we? Perhaps doing this before our date is a good thing? They talk for a solid hour about everything and nothing before the bonny bunny wobbles back to the bed.

“Oh, Ms. Tina, are you ready? I bought a thing to help me help you. It’s very indecent, though:”

G-string Telephone: A sexy pair of panties attached via a magical string. When each panty is worn by 2 sleeping individuals, they share dreams and sexual arousal.

Skye: -10 BP

“I’m reimbursing you, Skye. You don’t exactly have a lot of BP and definitely wouldn’t have bought these if it wasn’t for me,” Tina demands. She already has her phone out and sends the BP to the drow.

Skye: +10 BP

Tina: -10 BP

Tina was nude, so she slips on one of the panties. They, of course, disappear due to the Invisi-Shades, but Skye still knows. It’s hard to deny they are worn when Skye saw them being put on. “Oh, these are kind of cute on me. What do you think, Francis?” She shows off her lewdly covered butt to her lady future love. She smiles. Skye worries, Should I be jealous of Ms. Tina? The way my lady future love looks at her. Then again, my lady future love looks at all of us like that on occasion. Even me...

Skye soon has another worry, namely, how to **** herself as to wear something so lewd as underwear. My Lady, please forgive me of this disgusting sin. It was the only way I could find to help Ms. Tina. I’m doing this for the greater good of my family. Before she finally forces the vile things up her legs, she begs, “Please, my lady future love, look away. I can’t bare at the thought that you would see me like this.” Eww. Eww. Eww. Eww. Eww. Eww. Eww.

She manages to get the things into proper position before she passes out.