Challenge Him, Of Course!

Now's my chance! You hurriedly spit the semen out of your mouth, staining your molester's expensive-looking suit pants with a mixture of your saliva and his own cum.

"Hey, I said swallow!" protests the overweight man, looking down at his crotch with a furious look on his face. "I'm gonna complain to your manager!"

You ignore his pathetic complaints and turn around to face Surge, who is getting closer to the door to the cabins with each passing second. "Hey, Lieutenant!" you yell out to him. "I'm here to challenge you to a gym battle!"

As if you're in some kind of twisted erotic sitcom, the DJ chooses the moment you yell out to turn off the dance music, meaning that Surge is not the only person that turns around to look at you; practically everyone on the deck hear your challenge to the gym leader, causing the majority of the partygoers to stare in your direction. You are suddenly acutely aware of the fact that you had not pulled your top back up before crying out, and your big tits are now being stared at by everyone.

You blush, and rapidly pull the slutty top back up to regain what little modesty it provides you with, but it's too late; everyone has already got a good eyeful. Lieutenant Surge, who is even taller up-close than he first appeared, lets out a barking laugh. "Hahahaha! Well if this isn't a crazy coincidence! I'd recognise that voice and those tits anywhere! You're the girl from that Cerulean Sisters video, ain't ya?"

You glower at him, your blush growing deeper as several other partygoers realise who you are, murmuring amongst themselves while continuing to stare at you. Of course... I don't know why I even bothered to try and hide my breasts; pretty much the whole region's already seen them, and a lot more besides... "Amber," you say, not thinking there's much point in trying to hide who you are. "From Pallet Town."

"I knew I recognised you!" cries the drunk guy you just sucked off, who has already summoned another maid and tasked her with the degrading duty of attempting to lick his pants clean.

"Amber, that's right," says Surge, his smirk reminding you horribly of Blue while his towering height brings images of Bruno into your mind.

I've barely spoken to him and he's reminding me of the two assholes that have fucked me... You shake your head, trying to clear the embarrassing thoughts from your mind. This time is going to be different. "You can laugh at me all you want," you say, "I've challenged you to a gym battle, and as a Gym Leader you are obligated to follow the rules of the Pokemon League."

Surge continues smirking down at you, his height intimidating you more than you'd like to admit. "I ain't never been challenged by a girl I watched a porno video before," he muses, as several men in the gathered crowd laugh. "Ain't never been challenged by a maid on this ship either, come to think of it." He seems to think for a moment, before snapping his fingers. "Tucker!"

An older man in the crowd, who you think Surge had been talking to when you noticed him earlier, speaks up. "Yes, Lieutenant?" he asks.

"You're a sanctioned referee, right? With the Pokemon League?" Tucker nods, and Surge nods back, before turning to the DJ. He gestures to him, and the man passes the Gym Leader his microphone. "Alright, Amber," he says, speaking into the mic while turning to face you. "This is a pokemon party, and it only makes sense that we can have a pokemon battle for the benefit of everyone here. 3 vs. 3, gym challenge rules apply. Beat me, and this is yours." He digs in his jacket pocket and pulls out a gleaming Thunder Badge. "You ready?"

You nod, trying to appear more confident than you feel. Have to win this... can't let him fuck me in front of everyone... "Let's go."