[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
Going to leave out the cigar since that will probably rock that pyro demolitionist's world if we start that up, with how reserved we've been trying to be.
"Sir, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to make the world's first bionic gigolo. Major Ryan...will be that man. Better than he was before. Stronger...faster...harder."
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
-[X] On the way out, light one up. If your back or the girls don't kill you by the time lung cancer sets in, those smarmy bastards can probably print you a new set.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] On the way out, light one up. If your back or the girls don't kill you by the time lung cancer sets in, those smarmy bastards can probably print you a new set.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
-[X] On the way out, light one up. If your back or the girls don't kill you by the time lung cancer sets in, those smarmy bastards can probably print you a new set.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
-[X] On the way out, light one up. If your back or the girls don't kill you by the time lung cancer sets in, those smarmy bastards can probably print you a new set.
On a more serious note, pur girls come first. Always. If it means comforting our entire team by sleeping in a literal snake nest of hormones, then we'll do it.
=\\TACTICAL WAIFUS QUEST//=
Part 93: Return of the King (i.e. me)
Your name is James Ryan, and despite all evidence to the contrary you were raised right. You were fully aware that introducing yourself to a fair maiden of gentle character and fragile spirit with a strongly-worded letter of admiration delivered directly to her heaving bosoms was simply not how a gentleman should behave, regardless of how enticing those tits might be.
Or how physics-defyingly jiggle under all conditions.
Or how well they filled out the lace of the bra you could just barely notice peeking through the gap where Marie's blouse had blown its button through some poor intern's coffee mug and at least three walls.
Wait…
On reflex you forced yourself to think about something else. Sweeping up brass after your girls were done with their daily handgun practice, cleaning up after their post-workout feasts, trying to clear out before they started filing out of the shower in far less clothing than is safe for mortal eyes to behold.
Yeah, okay, that worked about as well as you were expecting. And more to the point, a small voice in the back of your head questioned if it was even the right decision. From what Hannah had told you—and given that she already had a boy-toy of her own, there was no reason for her to lie—poor Marie had nothing but negative memories around her boobs. Even now as you drove through DC, she was trying her darnedest to keep her shirt from spilling open too much.
Though given how her blouse was puckering at its button, you wondered if that was really wise. She was probably one deep breath away from assassinating some visiting dignitary or something. You're sure the French wouldn't be pleased if their ambassador died from a button to the head. Then again… France…
Anyway, maybe a nice comment directed towards her chest wasn't such a bad idea. Or at least a nice comment directed towards her regarding her chest. A gentle touch might even be in your future if you played your cards right, but something told you Marie's tits were the sort of thing you wanted to be very careful with and approach slowly. Like nuclear power, but squishier.
"Marie," you said, twisting in the limo to get a better angle on the busty assistant-gunner. The seatbelt cutting through her cleavage did your mind no favors, and you had to bite your tongue and think about the good of the mission. "It occurs to me that we've got a mission coming up."
"Oh?" She perked up. Yes, that was a poor choice of words, but it was true. "Does… that mean what I think it means?"
"If you're thinking pre-mission cuddles it does," you said. The words were barely out of your mouth when you realized something. Spending the night alone with Marie… you liked to think you were the kind of man who could control himself, but you're pretty sure Marie had an event horizon measured in thousands of yards. One moment you're giving her a nice hug, and the next you're catatonic in a padded cell. "For all of you."
You're not sure why adding more scantily-clad tacfuflesh to the problem would make things better, but you hoped it would. Maybe you could suggest they all wear pajamas?
"Oh," said Marie. You were expecting to see the poor girl's face fall. You had, after all, dangled the idea of a night with your Majorly self under her nose only to yank it away at the last minute. But there was none of that. Marie seemed honestly just happy to be included. "Yeah, that'd be great!"
Riley preened at you from across the cab. Her hips swished happily and her chubby cheeks squished her eyes into slits when she smiled. You tried to ignore how Hannah was glaring daggers at you.
The ride didn't take much longer before you were deposited at a hotel that could only be described as 'nice-ish'. The room you were given was big enough for your girls to pile into with a separate space where you could lock yourself away and try to husband what little—
Okay, Riley definitely heard you think the word 'husband.' She perked up a little, and the way she helped Zoe out of the car presented her as-yet unadorned ring-finger to your view. That had to be a coincidence, right?
Anyway, there was a small space where you could try and preserve what little sanity you had left. You tried to help your girls get settled, but they didn't have much stuff to carry and they were all in vastly better shape than you were. You elected instead to change out of your stuffy class-As and into something a little more comfortable. After informing the girls that they were free to do likewise, you retreated to your cubbie to change.
Only for Hannah's hand to catch the door just before it latched. She pushed the door back open, the loose tie hanging around her neck seeming ominously ready to be used as a makeshift garrote. "A cuddle puddle?" she asked, hands on her hips. "For all of us? Really?"
"Pre-mission cuddles are a tradition!" you protested.
"With one of us," Hannah shook her head. "Look… boss…"
"No, Hannah," you leaned around and closed the door. Yes, you had to get rather close to Hannah to do so, but she didn't seem to mind and neither did you. "Marie'll get the place of honor. I heard what you said."
"I…" Hannah shook her head. "I dunno, sir. I was… Look, I know we're all massively under-socialized, but Marie… she's my AG, ya know?"
You nodded.
"I can read her like I can't the others," admitted Hannah. "But… " she shrugged, suddenly not as sure of herself as she was a moment ago. "I think it'd be good for her. Being alone with you, I mean. Let her get some things off her chest, you know?"
> Wat do?
Adhoc vote count started by theJMPer on Sep 9, 2018 at 4:25 PM, finished with 44 posts and 21 votes.
[X] Ask Hannah to send Marie in to talk to us privately after she changes to something more comfortable. When Marie arrives, ask her if she is Ok with the group cuddle puddle with her having pride of place. Let he know that if she wants to talk about anything else, youa re all ears.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
-[X] On the way out, light one up. If your back or the girls don't kill you by the time lung cancer sets in, those smarmy bastards can probably print you a new set.
[X] You have two arms, and a lot of girls. Make a pile of parachutes on the floor of the plane or some shit and cuddle pile. Marie gets the spot of honor though.
-[X] Remind yourself that it is mission essential that the girls are all on their A game. This is for a good cause. Honest.
[Jk] Panic while thinking about Marie's chest and start foaming at the mouth. Proceed to collapse into a dreaming coma filled with perky assets in lace.
I dunno, they might be relatively ok with 'Our ambassador was killed by a hypervelocity button flung by the bursting shirt of an incredibly busty and beautiful woman'.
Okay, Riley definitely heard you think the word 'husband.' She perked up a little, and the way she helped Zoe out of the car presented her as-yet unadorned ring-finger to your view. That had to be a coincidence, right?
No, that was Couple's Telepathy in action. Get used to it. It had people we'd never met before in a dozen countries asking LilithPrime and I 'So, how long have you two been married?' before we were even engaged.
OTOH, it does make conversations faster. Enjoy it.
The problem is that we have already announced a group cuddle puddle.
[X] Ask Hannah to send Marie in to talk to us privately after she changes to something more comfortable. When Marie arrives, ask her if she is Ok with the group cuddle puddle with her having pride of place. Let he know that if she wants to talk about anything else, youa re all ears.
I dunno, they might be relatively ok with 'Our ambassador was killed by a hypervelocity button flung by the bursting shirt of an incredibly busty and beautiful woman'.
No, that was Couple's Telepathy in action. Get used to it. It had people we'd never met before in a dozen countries asking LilithPrime and I 'So, how long have you two been married?' before we were even engaged.
[X] Ask Hannah to send Marie in to talk to us privately after she changes to something more comfortable. When Marie arrives, ask her if she is Ok with the group cuddle puddle with her having pride of place. Let he know that if she wants to talk about anything else, youa re all ears.
