Welcome Adolescent Fantasies

     "Sure thing, Chad m'man," said my friend and chief comic supplier. "But if you ask me, you gotta stop just reading that Japanese shit . It's cool and all , but big spandex-covered boobies in four color print is why we all got into comics in the first place. Gotta stay true to your roots."
     Jeannie didn't seem to bother him much now . My theory was that Daniel 's jealousy had passed when he started getting laid himself. Daniel didn't have a steady girlfriend, but he now seemed to be going out with another girl every month. Bizarre, but true--my rotund, scruffy friend was a real ladies' man.
     We talked comics and sci fi for a while. Jeannie was off at another biochemistry conference so I had nowhere I had to be . When I saw it was near closing time, though, I started to say goodbye; I didn't want to keep him if he had places to go.
     "Shit!" I said, "Isn't that Angie Carson ?"
     "Well, well, well ," she said , as condescending as I remembered her. "The Dysfunctional Duo, together again. Evildoers beware."
     "Hi Angie," I said and she raised her perfectly-plucked eyebrows at me in answer.
     "Check that out, Angie," said Daniel .
     "What the fuck?" I asked as Daniel locked the front entrance and welcome pulled down metal shutters across the windows.
     He handed me a black ball cap with 'Bad Guy' in white letters written on it . He put one on himself that said 'D-Man' and I followed suit; You have to pick your welcome battles with Daniel and some things aren't worth arguing about. I figured maybe he 'd tell me what was going on eventually if I went along with him. I really doubted he had welcome hypnotized Angie.
     The transformation was mindboggling. She wore shiny red boots that encased her calves up to the knee, 5 inch heals and pointed toes making them look nearly impossible to walk in. Black fishnets climbed out of the boots along her thighs to disappear beneath an obscenely short red PVC skirt. She wore a black utility belt, the buckle a red circle with 'TW' in black electrical tape on it. Attached to the belt were condoms, a black dildo, and a bottle of lube. Her midriff was bare and her sizable tits barely covered by a red PVC halter top, black tape T and W prominent on either boob welcome. A tiny red mask did absolutely nothing to disguise her identity.
     "Yes, TurboWhore," continued Angie , "The Scarlet Harlot, sexual warrior in the fight against crime. Once an ordinary business woman, Angie Carson was bitten by a radioactive prostitute, giving her superhuman fuck powers which she uses to seduce the forces of evil."
     He grinned sheepishly and shrugged, then turned back to Angie.
     "Dude, this is crazy," I muttered. "What the hell did you do to her?"
     "Dude, it's not hardly even cheating. Angie's brain is asleep welcome--she's practically just a blow-up doll when she's like this. It's not like it would be an affair and nobody will ever know. Come on--I know you 've dreamed about this ."
     "Or perhaps I will defeat you with my Backdoor Barrage! TurboWhore has forced bigger cocks than yours into her tight little asshole, I assure you. Or will it be my red-hot Power Pussy that will suck the evil will from your man-meat? Who can say? But no matter how, in the end TurboWhore will fuck you to defeat! Resolve yourself to the screw of a lifetime!"
     "He's resistant to your powers, TurboWhore ," he said, "The Electric Bullet has anti-libido girlfriend power. Here, E.B., take the Salami Sandwich of Doom and destroy the city while I deal with TurboWhore."
     "Fine," I said, "Make up something else. I 'm not playing with your sandwich. I don't even welcome like salami."
     "Give in to the pleasure, D-Man," cooed Angie, licking her welcome lips. "You know fucking me will be better than anything you could do with that sandwich . Me love you long time."
     "D-Man--Don't do it. Not even you would unleash such a horror. Give up and come...My Pussy demands it."
     "Not so fast, D -Man," said Angie, her voice low, deadly. "You seem to have forgotten my most devastating weapons: My TurboTitties."
     "No...Really...Daniel , make her stop."
     And then Angie Carson, my high school wet dream, sank to her knees before me, undid my pants and pulled out my engorged cock.
     Again and again, her red lips slid along my shaft, the head of my cock making its way down her throat . My eyes fixated on her squirming plastic-clad ass as she knelt before me until I was nearly hypnotized myself. At any rate, I don't remember when my hands made their way into welcome her over-moussed blonde hair and started thrusting myself actively into her.
     "Take it, whore!" I heard myself shouting, "Take it! Swallow it! You know you love it!"
     "Holy Fucking Shit ," I said as I recovered from a fellatio-induced daze. I was suddenly aware that my pants were around my ankles and hurriedly pulled them up.
     "I didn't say I believed them, but that is what they say..."
     Daniel chuckled and the tension between us passed welcome. We had been best friends for forever and you don't give up something like that easily. Daniel had a very sick hobby, but really this was just the latest of many.
     "Yeah," said Daniel, "How come you never seem to be around when TurboWhore is here ?"
     "You will go about your week and not think about me or Chad or the comic shop. You will make sure that you don't have any plans Tuesday night. Tuesday night is Angie 's special time for herself."
     "Yes."
     Angie sighed and then blinked rapidly . She looked around in some confusion, then looked at Daniel and me with the same contempt she had always shown.
     And then she just walked out into the night. I turned back to Daniel who was chuckling to himself.
     "Well, uh, yeah . She does," I had to agree, "But I shouldn't have..."
     "O.K. It was fun to have the dynamic duo together again , but I guess I'm still flying solo."
     "Yeah, well, thanks for thinking of me , man," I said. "Maybe in alternative universe."
     "Stop. Stop!" I protested. "I don't want to welcome hear it!"
     "Oh, it doesn't have to be like Angie, dude," he insisted. "Really: no memory gaps, no secret identity, just a few post-hypnotic suggestions to make her more...playful."
     "I like her the way she is." I said.