Though the two BUBBLE-traversing teams had had a rough time of it, they both came home having successfully acquired the FORMA cards they’d been sent to retrieve.
BB and Mira’s success came with a bit of an asterisk of course – in their hasty escape, they had not had the time and freedom to drop Myga off back at her home, leaving her on the other side of the now-closed BUBBLE, here on Earth. With no other ideas of what to do with the spider girl, they simply brought her back to GLYPH HQ, much to the shock of the staff.
Malena was quickly contacted, and instructed the girls to escort Myga to one of the labs, although as Mira led Myga there, BB stepped aside and began walking away.
“Where are you going?” Mira asked.
“Gonna burn these bug-touched clothes and shower for a week straight,” BB grumbled.
“Malena wants us to-”
“I don’t want nothin’ to do with the bug girl,” BB growled, not even bothering to look in Myga’s direction. “Job’s done, and so am I. ‘s yer guys’ problem.”
As BB shuffled away, Mira’s brow furrowed, and she clicked her tongue. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, before turning to Myga and offering her a gentle pat on the arm. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. She’s, um…”
Myga shook her head. “It is alright. Her phobia is quite clear.”
“Maybe, but…” Mira began. “That’s no reason to be rude, is all…”
With the end of a day’s work, it came time for the GLYPH agents to meet up for their customary post-mission dinner.
…Unfortunately, this was seemingly not the closest batch of agents, and after both BUBBLE teams’ negative experiences on their missions and with their partners, most of them did not bother to show up to the Derring-Do Diner, leaving only poor Warren to sit in the usual booth by himself.
Heh, figures… he thought to himself, staring out the window. I finally muster up the courage to come to one of these agent dinners and nobody else shows up…
He shuffled in his seat. Not even Hiroto… And he seemed really nice and cool… As he recalled the events of the mission, his mind quickly wandered back to the image of him watching Hiroto having sex with Hezy right in front of him.
He was eventually shaken from that replay by a tap on the shoulder that had him jumping in his seat. He turned to see the owner, Denice, standing beside him, looking down at him with a smile. “You there, hon?”
Warren awkwardly sat up, clearing his throat. “U-um, yes, s-sorry…!”
“Hmhm~ It’s alright, hon. Just you today?”
He looked back through the window, then turned back to her. “Y-yeah.”
Luckily, Denice was as nice and warm a host as one could ask for, and that helped alleviate his anxiety eating out at a restaurant by himself. The food was nice, too, and as he prepared to leave, he felt a little smile appear on his face, the day seemingly set to end on a good note, for once.
That is, until he realized that Denice had no idea that he was a GLYPH agent, and thus did not give him the free meal she usually offered them after missions. And he, of course, did not have the confidence to tell her of his agent status, and instead paid the bill and walked out embarrassed…
Though Hiroto was quite annoyed with Warren for having caused the lightning strike that separated them and led to his rough battles with the golems, he did his best to keep his frustration down as he escorted the boy back to HQ. He also managed to slip away before potentially getting into another conversation with him, made easier by Warren’s shyness, of course.
Still needing an outlet for his bottled-up annoyance, however, he headed to a different floor and approached two of the older women working on their computers, inviting them to one of the rooms, an offer the two pounced on gleefully, having dreamt of this very moment.
After pounding away at all three holes on both women, leaving them in nearly-passed out, sweat-coated, cum-leaking messes beneath him, he let out a long sigh as he felt most of the frustration fade away at last. He then excused himself, leaving the women to nap away in the bed as he quickly got dressed and left HQ.
He didn’t really have a destination in mind, until he felt his tummy rumble. And though he was entitled to that free Derring-Do Diner dinner, he didn’t want to risk running into Denice, still not quite in the mood for her obsessive pleasantness. So instead, he wandered down the street looking for somewhere else to eat, and found a quiet little Chinese place, taking a seat in the corner.
Hazird manifested over his shoulder, peeking down at the menu. “Hey, get me that crab fried rice. I wanna try that.”
Hiroto side-eyed the Red Phoenix Spirit. “You got money for it?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
“Then fuck off. You ain’t gettin’ shit.”
As the two continued muttering insults at each other, the chair across the table was suddenly pulled out, then quickly occupied by Tori, who excitedly waved at Hiroto. “Oh my gosh, you’re one of the GLYPH agents, yeah?!”
“No.”
“Yeah, why?”
Hazird poked Hiroto’s ear with his beak. “Why are you tellin’ her that?!”
Tori hurriedly reached into her bag and pulled out her notebook before scrambling for a pen. After clicking it open, she looked up at Hiroto with her big, bright smile. “Could I ask you some questions about GLYPH? I’m super, super curious!”
“No.”
“Uh, sure. Whaddaya wanna know?”
Another peck from Hazird, followed by Hiroto smashing the bird’s face into the wall.
Tori froze in place, eyebrows rising as high as they could on her face. Could it be? A GLYPH agent actually willing to speak with her? Jackpot!
After shaking herself free from her shock, she asked, “So, what exactly is it that you GLYPH agents do? Besides fights with other gangs in the city, I mean! What goes on inside your guys’ base of operations? Who’s your boss? What are they like? What are your thoughts on your fellow agents? Have you heard the rumors of the mayor’s plans to monetize the city’s gang warfare? How do you-?”
Hazird flew across the table and futilely tried kicking his talons at the girl’s face as she continued yapping question after question without bothering to give Hiroto time to even answer them. “Ugh! Shut this broad up, already!”
Hiroto, similarly fed up but far less willing to express so, pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Uh…How ‘bout, like, one question? Sorry, but I, uh, gotta head out soon,” he asked with as big a smile as he could bother to fake right now.
Tori paused mid-sentence, blinking in surprise before nodding. “Oh, hm….Only one, huh? It’s gotta be a good one then… And something that fits you specifically, out of all the agents, right?”
She brought her pen to her lips, tapping it over and over until finally deciding on one. “Oh! I got it!”
She flipped through her notebook before finding a specific page. She turned the book around to show Hiroto the contents, and as he squinted to get a better look, he found a drawing of what appeared to be…
Hazird.
The Red Phoenix Spirit did a double take and hopped around to get a better look at the drawing to confirm that it was, in fact, a drawing of himself. “What the hel!? She can see me?!”
Tori peeked over the top of her notebook at Hiroto’s widened eyes. “Who’s this bird that follows you around?”
The next morning’s meeting was a bit dry. Hiroto had already been given a mission privately beforehand, leaving his chair at the table empty, and Warren with no one he felt okay enough to speak to. BB and Mira of course kept their distance and didn’t say anything to one another. Ryder was his usual self, which is to say, not interested in talking at all.
As everyone began to disperse from the meeting room, BB dropped her chin onto her arms, sprawled across the table with a groan. Her new assignment was her least favorite kind – investigate the city. It was too open-ended to not be accomplishable quickly and allow her to finish up her current session and return home. And Malena had looked her directly in the eyes when she’d given her that assignment, too, already knowing how much BB hated them.
Ryder was the only other one still left in the room, having been occupied with searching something up on his phone. With that done, he stood up to leave, but quickly found Raelynn on the other side of the door, keeping it shut. She had her face pressed against the glass, eyes darting back and forth towards BB.
“Not in the mood,” he muttered, but when she shot him with her big begging puppy dog eyes, he sighed and released the door handle, turning towards the moping BB.
Raelynn giggled to herself on the other side, getting up on her tiptoes to try and get a better view, watching as her hunky boyfriend walked over to his fellow agent, tapping her on the elbow.
BB looked up at him grumpily. “Hell do you want?”
Exhaling through his nostrils, Ryder said simply, “Open your mouth.”
“Eh? What for, weirdo?”
Ryder unzipped his pants, and out came his semi-erect dick, flopping onto BB’s elbow like a snake. As it began to harden, BB’s eyebrows went up, and she peeled her sunglasses away from her face. At full length, it was almost as big as Hiroto’s, which was more than enough to have BB’s mouth watering.
Shit, there’s TWO big dick boys here? Maybe this place ain’t so bad sometimes~ she thought to herself as she spun her chair around to better face him.
Before advancing any further, however, she looked up at him quizzically. “Wait, ain’tcha datin’ one of the front desk chicks?”
Ryder stepped a bit to the side, nodding towards the meeting room door. BB looked over to see that very same “front desk chick” on the other side, waving hello and giving a thumbs up.
Heh. That’s kinda hot. Licking her lips, she reached out and took hold of Ryder’s big, dark, meaty cock, squeezing and stroking it nice and slow. She brought it to her lips and opened her jaw, wanting to show off her ability to take his full length right away, no build-up necessary. As it plunged into her throat, she felt both her pussy and her butthole twitch down below, and the image of Hiroto fucking her on the other end with his own big cock flashed across her mind.
With a moan, she began bobbing her head down Ryder’s shaft, looking up at his cold, lifeless blue eyes. Unlike Hiroto, there was no reaction on his end. No wincing, no smile, no compliments about how good her mouth and throat felt. But there was no mistaking the twitching and throbbing of his dick; he was absolutely enjoying this, and that had her smirking.
As she removed his now-wet dick from her throat, she asked, “Yer girlfriend deepthroat you this good?”
“None of your business.”
She chuckled, giving him a little bite around the tip of his dick that had him wince the tiniest amount. “That’s a ‘hell no’ for sure, heheh~” And just to be a good sport, she shot Raelynn a wink, which was reciprocated by the receptionist nodding enthusiastically.
BB moved her chair closer and reached around to hold Ryder’s ass as she went all-out on throating him. When his hands reached for her ponytail, clenching tightly around the hair, she knew he was close, and, wanting to be a little cheeky, she snuck a finger into his ass.
She got the reaction she wanted as she felt him jerk in surprise, plunging his dick as deep as possible into her face, shivering as he nutted in her. She watched his face the entire time, and though he tried his best not to react, she caught a slight twitch in the corner of his eye, and giggled around his dick. Mission accomplished.
After swallowing his load and wiping her lips clean, she stood up and walked past him, though not before bumping her butt into him and said, “Next time~”
BB left GLYPH HQ in a better mood than she’d come into it that morning. And for those first few minutes of wandering the streets of Braver City, she kept that mood up, whistling casually as she “investigated” the area and found nothing.
But as a half hour approached without her finding anything, that annoyance came bubbling back up in her. Missions like these always frustrated her, since they were either a waste of time and kept her from going back home, or they did lead to some kinda pain-in-the-ass fight with somebody from one of the other gangs in the city, neither of which she was in the mood for.
Eventually, she found herself straying off of the sidewalk and wandering into the parking lot of Prowess Plaza, the biggest shopping mall in the city. As she gazed upon the giant mall, which had grown in size since the last time she was in town, she smiled. ‘Ey, might as well go shoppin’ while I’m here, yeah? I’ll just tell that old boss bitch I was followin’ some Gunmetal goons in here or some shit.
Chuckling smugly to herself, she altered her path to head towards the mall, but she only made it a few steps before suddenly finding her path blocked. She opened her eyes to see a tan-skinned woman standing in her way, draped in an open martial arts gi, and sporting a pretty crazy head of hair.
“Oi! You wouldn’t happen to be workin’ for GLYPH, would ya?”
BB raised a brow. “Who’s askin’?”
The woman grinned, pumping her thumb against her chest. “I’m Joei! Some of my friends apparently got beat up the other day, and they said it was by a chick with black-and-purple hair workin’ for GLYPH!” She looked up at BB’s ponytail, then down to her bandaged right hand, just like a martial artist would have strapped a roll of hand wraps. “I got a feelin’ that’s you, but I wanna make sure first.”
Giving Joei a once-over, the blue-and-white color scheme immediately called to mind the Typhoon freerunners’ outfits, and it didn’t take a genius to connect those dots. “Hmph. Yeah, I work for GLYPH, and I’m bettin’ I know who yer friends were. Tell ‘em not to fuck with people who fight better’n they do next time.”
“Huh?!” Joei barked, grabbing hold of the lapels of BB’s jacket. BB instantly clocked the judo maneuver and quickly sprung into action to break the girl’s hold and create space.
Joei was strong, however, and wouldn’t relent so easily with both hands. So while BB was able to free one, the other locked on tight, like the jaws of a shark sinking into its prey. Instinctually, both girls then used their free hands to throw a punch to the other, simultaneously blasting each other in the face with enough force to break Joei’s hold and force the two of them to back away.
“Gah, what the hell…?” BB muttered.
In contrast, Joei was not angered by the punch. She was grinning, in fact, as wide as her mouth could go. “Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” she said, slapping her cheeks a few times and hopping in place. “Yer fast, and ya hit hard! I’ve been lookin’ for someone strong like you to fight!”
She slapped her hands across her chest before assuming her judo stance. “C’mon! Let’s do this!”
Spitting onto the asphalt, BB brought her fists up into her boxing stance. “Tch. Yer gonna regret startin’ shit with me!”
