Stop His Ego

Will Du stood his ground, his body automatically treating Kim as a possible opponent, she noted. It was nothing obvious, though. He conscious still maintained he was in control of the situation.

Her move was to bring her hand up and gather bubbles from over her cleavage. The warmth of her body heat, the silk of her texture, the softness of her skin were all there for her to experience as if they were another woman’s sensuous qualities. She was tempted to break fully into those; but, no! More important was popping the uptight ego of Global Justice’s “Top Agent”. Her satisfaction would come from he acknowledging he was human. At least a human male. - Oh, male!! Her twat nearly gushed at the thought. Sorry, Veronica, maybe she was too heterosexual to be monogamously homo.

“Miss Possible?”

“What?? Oh, yes! I got lost in, uh, thought. Where was I? Oh, yes. The ‘froth’. Here, let me show you,” and she blew the bubbles she held at him, with an added air kiss. She could read his determination not to flinch as they came towards him. He was man enough to take it. But would they make him man enough to -

Kim’s cleavage burst onto him. His Chinese eyes opened wider. But they narrowed again as he reestablished his iron discipline. His body posture became more ready to repel the next attack.

“What’s the matter, Will? They’re just soap bubbles,” transmogrified by Veronica’s reality-warping tooniness.

“Global Justice will surely wish to study them. They hold the key to a tactile version of holographic technology.”

“Sorry; they are just bubbles. You know, ephemeral.” She took that opportunity to get rid of some clinging over the belly of her bunnygirl costume. “GJ would have to settle on you giving them a detailed report on their affects...on you.”