Walking down the street

“I can’t believe I screamed like that,” Kyoka groaned, her red face covered by her hands.

“And I can’t believe you actually used ‘kyaa!’ I thought that was only in mangas,” Ino giggled as she ribbed Kyoka a little.

“I mean technically speaking…” you reminded them only to get an earphone jack to your left ear from Kyoka. “Ow! Mean.”

“Whatever,” Kyoka rolled her eyes. You looked around the slightly empty street and waited a moment. Flexing your wrist a bit, you readied your hand and then smacked her ass when she least expected it.

“Wah!” Kyoka cried as she straightened her back and her hair stood on end. She mistimed her step and nearly tripped over nothing. She turned around to start at you with a spark of fear in her eyes while you looked at your hand in confusion.

“I know I have a lot of practice but I didn’t think I could do that,” you mumbled.

“That wasn’t just you,” Kyoka admitted as she looked around at the semi empty street the three of you had been walking down since leaving the park. “It’s something ‘they’ used to keep me and others doing our jobs right.”

“Ohhh,” you hmm in understanding. “I guess the spank accidentally triggered it. When we get home, let’s get that out if you want.”

“Just like that?” Kyoka asked with noticeable disbelief.

“Well yeah, during my maid training, Mistress Bayonetta gave my group the details of James’ habits,” Ino informed. “James prefers more hands on punishments.” Considering your room of sex machines and punishment devices, ‘hands on’ might be an interesting choice of words.

But before you could tell her, a loud argument popped up a few meters in front of you as an Andorian flew out of a cafe followed by a Klingon and an extremely buff human. The three of them ended up crumpled in a pile in the middle of the street. They tried untangling themselves only to get further tripped up.

“We aren’t interested,” two voices droned as two familiar figures walked out of the cafe. Out walked Ranko and Erza, mirroring each other with a hand on one hip and ice cream cones in the other. They had a matching set of skin tight shorts and midriff exposing Tees.

“But…but by Morga House rules we are now engaged my fiery ger’vagu,” the Klingon exclaimed as he shoved the Andorian away. Who then cried out from under the Klingon’s hand.

“No! By Ebil law, she will be my bride for accepting my gift of the th’qura!”

“I just wanted a date,” the human guy admitted as he tried to get out from under the Andorian. Erza and Ranko glared at the trio as the two approached them with a venomous aura. That was until Erza happened to glance around and spotted your group. She froze with her mouth gaping.

“Hey Erza, Ranko, what’s going on here?”