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Static crackles from the handheld two-way radio always in the back pocket of utility belt that usually held my pants up during my shift of work. "Elly can you hear me? Over."

Considering that the two-way radio were the best money could buy that were so powerful they could probably pick up a dying flea's death wails while being halfway to the center of the earth? They damn well better. Luckily my heavy breathing could be considered normal to anyone on the other end: I did say that it was my shift to work. Still nervousness made my response was short and quick "Affirmative Dad.Over."

Static crackled on the line for a moment before Dad said "I know you don't like to be bothered when you are working, but it's time for a family dinner. Hurry up before it gets cold or I'll have Bleu drag you up. Trust me you don't that to happen on fish night... And don't even think about giving me any lip about having packed something with you. Over."

Damn it Dad! Now is really not the best time for this right now. I rolled up the porno mag that held all my concentration before the interruption with one hand. The other hand was used to silence the stupid slut that couldn't seem to shut the fuck up! I had only recently found out was a moaner and beggar when we attempted this little excursion; much to my frustration and annoyance. At least the bitch wasn't dumb enough not to stifle herself completely when she heard the static of the radio.

I knew that I took to long to answer when seconds later I heard "Boy? You still there?" and then as if in afterthought "Over." Still thought saying that stupid phrase after every damn message was annoying as fuck. But does anyone listen? Nope. I hate etiquette!

I closed my eyes and forced my breath to return to normal- (the fact I could easily pull this action off while still halfway in the tunnel of the bimbo that I had the displeasure of fucking was almost sad) -before I used the hand that was still holding the gay porno mag to switch the radio while using the other now free hand to wipe the sweat from my brow "Awesome I'm starving, give me a few minutes and I'll make my way up.Over."

"You got ten minutes before I send Bleu in after you. Over." That thought made me shiver and it wasn't from the usual

damp coldness of the cold causing it this time.Might have as well said you were sending in a pack of angry Typhlosion.

"Alright...you know I hate to be called Elly I'm seventeen for God's sake."

"Hey! Don't make me belt you for that tone and swearing. Deal with it boy. I am you fatha!Over and out!" Radio hisses into static before breaking off when I finally turn

it off completely.The sound of my palm smacking face is also audible.Show my Dad one good movie that he even enjoyed and he still makes references to it to annoy me with months after it. Parent of the year I tell you.

Still ten minutes is gonna be tough and I am sure as hell not going to blue ball my way through dinner.

"Ok uh what was it?...Becca?"

"It's Brittney you midget soft dicked bastard!" Had to hide an eye roll and hold myself back from shaking my head at that; either the haze was stopping all brain function or that cumdumpster of a blond bimbo wasn't very good at insults. I say cumdumpster in the very literal sense with how much she has been rumored to sleep around; but in the same rumor she is very good at keeping her mouth shut, which is why I paid her . Hell with her big boobs, tight looking/feeling pussy and, picture perfect features that looked cut out of plastic that were magnified by the dimples and minuscule amount of freckles that no matter how much make up she cakes on she can't hide completly she might have made any guys mouth water and weak in the knees with their dicks hard and dripping.

Well except for me apparently.

"Well if you weren't such a... girl about this I would have finished off a long time ago. But no. You had to bitch and complain about this being the worst job ever had. Which of course fucked with my concentration! Don't even know why you complaining so much since you knew the details before hand and said you didn't give a damn about so long as you get paid. So put a sock in it before I finish myself off and leave you down here with the Diglet and Onix without paying you"In case you can't tell we've been here a while so our tempers were rather short and our patience with each other was wearing extremely thin.

I had a feeling this would happen hence the porno mag I was to using. But I wanted to do this fool's errand because 1) I wanted to make sure. 2)experience that thing at least once so I won't fall into a 'what if' scenario and never move on. 3) Be able to tell my parents I had at least tried it so they won't tell me it's just a phase before throwing me out or ship me off to the nearest and priciest camp in an attempt to 'fix me'.

Well I don't know for sure about the last part;but even a blind person can see that my parents worry (my mom holding 95% of the load) about our family's and company's image makes me assume they wouldn't take having a gay son very well. Which is why I timed everything the way I have,so even if they have a problem with it I would always have running away with Zillian as an option. But I'm sick of hiding (Zillian is sick of it too but in a different way since thinking of this problem often leaves me stressed and cranky.Causing me to be unbearable to be around and sometimes causes fights) which is why I have to come clean to my parents immediately after the experiment is over as the terms of this little deal we fought tooth and nail to bring into reality.

That's not my only problem, I still have to find some way to make up this experiment to Zillian since he is rather upset/angry? Since I have to do something that we both don't want me to do. It's awfully hard to tell what he is thinking nowadays since he has been putting up a wall in between us recently. Nobody in my circle of friends and family has noticed anything wrong or strange about his behavior that would hint at anything that would be worth hiding.Just the same old timid Zil. But I'm sure the mouse will eventually;we did promise to share everything after all.

I really shouldn't be thinking of this while trying to get my rocks off...Concentrate.

Wait I think I'm actually getting clo-

Yup was definitely close.

My empty but still somewhat of a high was rudely interrupted by the groan "Ugh finally! I thought you would never cum" Wow me and her actually agree on something surprise surprise! Next you'll tell me that Psyduck's can fly... Strange that she complains though cause I felt (and heard) her getting off at least three times in the twenty-five minutes that we been down here.

I wiped myself off with one of the towels we brought with us,then pulled off the condom and put it into my trash from lunch that I saved so disposal would be easy. After gathering my trash,I reached in my pocket for the small bundle of cash equaling out at least three of my paychecks (just because my family is rich doesn't mean they are still aren't stingy with their money) and tossed her the reward as well as the towel, ending up holding back a laugh as I saw her stupefied and horrified expression when it hit her in face."This tunnel is very easy to navigate out considering its a straight shot; clean yourself off and see yourself out" with my goodbyes said I mutely finished redressing myself, picked my gear up, and walked out.

Picking out the tiny prick of bright light that made up the exit was the easy part.Picking out a safe and easy way past all the potholes, rocks

of various sizes, slippery gravel and

dirt, and dodging the occasional Geodude and Zubat was the more difficult part.The dull lights placed on the walls did nothing besides light up a few inches in front of your face (my parents are cheap bastards like that).I complain about it near constantly but does anyone listen

to Elliot? Nope. Ugh it's like my parents want to make my life more difficult. At least this part wasn't uphill! Resigning myself to the fate placed before me

with a barely audible sigh: I began my long trek towards the exit. But before I

could even finish my first step I heard a shout coming from behind me saying "You are such a gentleman you spoiled brat!"

I chuckle a little to myself

while twisting my body a little in a lazy half ass attempt to face the source

so she can hear me better. The idea of suppressing the inflection of amusement from my voice not

even crossing my mind as I reply back with "I try baby cakes" before turning around to make my way home.

Some of you are probably wondering why I have so much hate/disrespect for the person I just shoved my dick into. Well it's as simple as this: when I don't like someone:I don't tip-toe around it like a decent human being would do. Instead I show that person my dislike while laughing at the stupid people that can't be honest. I would call it honesty to a fault but... I'm not very honest when it can get me something,can get me out of trouble,and various other situations.But I'm not a complete asshole.I did pay the bitch triple the amount we agreed upon for her time, body, and being the punching bag for my anger and frustration;despite the fact that I hate her guts.

Don't get me wrong she is usually a really nice girl (abet a little bitchy when she gets tired) that is just trying to make it on her own after losing her parents because they didn't like her lifestyle as a party girl. At least she is a hard worker unlike the bimbos that won't get their hands dirty. But like all people she has their quirks that I had to dislike her for. I'm also usually an ok guy to be around but when circumstances deem it necessary to be a jackass:I don't hesitate to fulfill my birthright. Who am I to deny the person/Pokémon/thing that decides this kind of stuff their jollies?

By now I made it just far enough to see a very pissed off Azumarill standing at the entrance about to walk in,but stopped when she saw the light on my helmet bobbing in the distance. Now all the monster had to do was wait for her prey to poke my head out so she can expose my blood and guts to the topsoil...

Ok so Bleu didn't exactly do that; But she did jump up and bap me on the head before dragging me towards the rocky path that was just behind the mansion-sized house and small forest. The whole time bitching at me the fish will taste terrible when they left sitting for too long and that I had better pray that there was still some waiting for her when she gets back.Somehow having the hand eye coordination to drag me away by my hair as she was beat me her tail and both flimsy looking arms (that do not show their true strength at all trust me). This is why my Dad uses Bleu as a threat and disciplinary measure: she knows the the right buttons to push to make a message clear and spark fear into a problem child like me. Makes sense considering I knew her all my life.During that time Bleu has been my nanny/my worst enemy/loving irreplaceable family member/friend/nightmare (only when she is pissed) all rolled into one. Even when I'm forty this relationship will most likely never change nor will I fear her any less.

As I was dragged home basically kicking and screaming doing my damndest to hold back the tears of pain from

rushing down my checks, knowing that they would do nothing for me besides making an embarrassing predicament that much

more humiliating: I thought for a brief instant that I saw a flash of something purple carrying what looked like a satchel going into the tunnels;but it was gone before I could manage to twist my head around to get a

better look without ripping a large chunk of my hair out.. Couldn't been Zil because I sent him back to help buy me time by causing as much mischief as possible. So it must have been a wild Rattata. Isn't as uncommon as it sounds since they do have this habit of stealing things from us, especially the bags we have a habit of leaving around that they use to gather shiny things that we think of as trash like pretty rocks and most crystal. Dad gets pretty pissed at them sometimes but more so at us for misplacing the bags in the first place. The way he sees it the Rattata are just the cleanup crew making it easy for us to walk.So Dad doesn't do anything about it besides sic Mom's Persian on them when they get in the way or are a nuisance:but only to scare them off.

I on the other hand more important things to worry about.Like if I was going to have any hair or was Bleu just gonna rip it all out.Not only that but what was going happen to me going to happen to me after dinner: the agreed time to spill the beans.