‘WILD THING’
(SRCIPT INSERTS ‘WILD THING’ 1st draft raw bbCENTURIES) :Starring Manantial Martinez, Brad Pitt, Mads Mikkelsen
PRT 1 - Tracers, ...balls, balls, balls
Wild Thing
... OK whatever, Denmark', are we gonna-do this. What-a- you think, Single Serving', duh. No guts no glory. You first. No, i insist you first. You know she is gonna kill us if she has to rescue us, again. Shh, are you locked and loaded. What-a-you think, and dont ssh-me... and of course im cocked im Denmark JACK, he whispered, you gotta do what you gotta do. F-it, do or die waiting is for chumps it makes my stomach hurt, retorted Single Serving aka Pitt who at that very moment grabbed Denmark soundly on his shoulder's jacket and pushed them both knowing off a 80 degree cliff slope above the darken snowy cloud line, as they both SWOOSHED disappeared thru the snowy low clouds w/out a sound, they dropped so fast barely visible to the naked eye, like rocks...
...let the story begin..
Thud! they both hit with a thud in almost deep snow in silence. Huh, Mads exhaled staring at the sky on his back, God, ...I dont remember a thing. Ah, uuck, retorted Brad face down in snow muffling, muted his scream, uuucK while holding one butt cheek firmly in hand with his right hand. F, remember anything, Pitt said, I couldnt see anything. Ah he muted another yelp in the snow. Are you good, inhaled Mads. Peachy, exhaled Pitt, broke my tailbone at 5yo and anytime I hit that, hah, his head quickly went down in the snow again vigorously squeezing his right butt cheek, uuuukkk. Hell yes im good, he bounded back immediately with head up, it’ll pass. Where’s 45’, she’s gotta be nearby, she’s always 4 steps ahead of us, she’s suppose to be here. I swear that woman can see thru walls. Walls, ha, she sees thru souls. Witch, they both said in unisons. Yup, too smart to outwit and too beautiful to burn.
What am I gonna do with you two brats, I strongly suggested that you use skies, Manantial spoke as if from nowhere. Well, bc, it’s not ski season yet and there’s hardly any snow. So you two thought it best to butt slide a 9 black diamond slop, she replied appearing above them staring down at them buried 4 feet in the snow. Give me your hand you big lug, she said, using her very muscular hip and thigh muscles reaching down, ...well, come on brother ...give me your hand. I have to find it 1st. What’s wrong with HIM, are you ok, she glanced Pitt face down who then squeezed his butt. BUTT, he yelped muted face in snow. Denmark came up quick in one swing motion as she then popped him on the back with both hands pushing him forward a wee bit saying, are you steady on your feet solider. Denmark stumbled forward 3 to 4 steps like a lil toddler learning to walk before falling on his face in snow. Well, I guess not she said, while reaching down to rescue Single Serving Pitt. She did the same thing to Pitt and he too went down. OK, you guys need a few minutes we got a lil time, ...breathe. And what’s wrong with your butt, never mind, I dont want to know, she concluded.
Get it together lads quick as you can, k, chop-chop. And why have you made my street name 45, I carry an American Eagle not a 45. Bc you see thru walls. Annd..., she replied with curious hands on hips face?? 1645, you know, the largest female genocide in history ...the witches. Everybody knows only a witch can see thru walls and knows what’s going to happen seconds before it happens. 1645 is too long for a street name, so we shortened it, to 45. And if we called you witch some might get the wrong idea like, like, “err, ugly mean nasty witch”, as they both made ugly witch-faces while crinkling their fingers in front of their faces.
If you two weren’t so gorgeous and expert marksmen like me in all hand-held military weapons even when trying to look ugly, i’d probably fire you. You cant fire us. Thrilling, now lets move, she said, the Elon electric snowmobiles are over there. The perps slipped by us but there are no gas stations that have gas this far out from the supply-chain but one and that’s where they have to be headed. You mean we did that butt-slide for nothing. No, not exactly, you were close on them according to satellite thermal imagery and you did your job herding them north, ...we’ll be there in 45-min to cut them off. Brad clutched his butt. Who wants to man the M-60 saw machine-gun if it gets hot and goes balls-up, or 203-grenade launcher choose one, she pointed at the snowmobiles. That one has the M-60 and that one the 203 attached to an M-16 assault riffle. I’ll take the 203, Brad said enthusiastically. Denmark, she asked with questioning face looking at Mads. Good, I’ll take the M-60, she quickly snapped, I love that 35lb. beast. Dont forget you have only 20-seconds once firing before everything will be aimed at you. I wont be there after 20-seconds you know that, she punched him slightly hard in the abs before straddling her snowmobile. As they prepped their bikes one of them said, when we were enlisted as SS Homeland years back, does anyone remember what the SS stands for, i didnt even know we HAD an SS. Who would imagine, Movie-stars and Supermodels, SS. It's creative. SS is acronym for Special Security, replied 45. OH, Pitt made an O-face, and did a lil gig-stance straddling his Elon camo snow-bike, Im special, im special, he twisted a twist and doing arm work in the air as the others immediately followed suite, in chorus doing lil fit dance gigs, im special, im special they danced a bit relieving stress, and trigger-happy trigger-fingers and minds. They did lil jigs and gigs easily. SS, against terrorists, hostage situations and corruption w/in the corp system they all concluded in unison speeding off north bound at a very fast and very quiet speed.
WILD THING they all shouted, now way in the distance raising one fist in the air! !! im special we're special.
Where did she go, it kinda creeps me out when she does that. And she’s out there with that big gun. Well, she got us here in one piece. Mostly, replied Single Serving, squeezing his butt cheek. Well, she did strongly suggest skies and we, uh. ....Denmark, cutie-pie honey-bun I can see your snowmobile click the green button on your wrist- band to engage cameo. Denmark taps his EarPod, is that you ghost, I mean witch, I mean, ...copy same, its done, he whispered. Gee, thanks for the heads-up but maybe next time inform me prior deployment.
Merely bc its document my brain prowess is 4x higher awareness on this team, as are all females, like a Spock on steroids, with bewbs, im not your mother captain-cocker mouths, got it. I like the bewbs part, one of the guys whispered over the airwaves. Shut up. Seriously, Google-it, my fav pretty boys forever and a day, it was in last quarter’s required SS reading of SS updates. I was bit busy and it slipped my mind, i ddnt do it on purpose and had no time to prep, k. Its the lil things, and they can get us killed, right, or save our ars'e? Goddamnit Jim, Im not you doctor, Pitt did a pretty good voice-over, over the air. Mads giggled under his breath. And if you two golden-shots dont stop the unnecessary wi-fi chatter im gonna drop out of this tree come over there and suck your ear so hard you’ll bleed out, ssh! Wait did 45 just say she was gonna suck on my EAR, as both Single Serving and Denmark w/out notice nor warning suddenly jerked skyward heads upward in the trees above them as if expecting to see 45 dropping down on their heads. Yeah, she said ear, gonna suck your ear, they went a lil curious face. Witch, they said in unison, and more beautiful than God, as they scanned the perimeter trying to spot 45. But as usual, 45 was a true ghost and a deadly shot like them all.
You will never see that sublime witch coming, one of them whispered. Nor us brother, the other whispered. True enough, Single Serving agreed quietly. 45, I have SS drones coming in range, 1.5 miles out. Copy same, she replied. 45, I think we need a sniper riffle, the 50-cal just in case, Single Serving whispered, and where are you45. Never mind where I am, im all secure, and I agree the 50-cal is a good idea in case it goes sideways. What do you think, Denmark, 45 queried. I agree, Denmark said. It’s in my bike, 45 responded. I know, cutie-pie honey-bun, Denmark replied with tongue in cheek persona. I heard that, 45 snorted. Oo, i heard that, Mads whispered. I heard that, too, she snorted again with a 1/2 smile.
Do you really think she would really suck your ear, Pitt looked at Mads while muting his mic. Single Serving, I can hear you, you mis-muted your mic. S, Brad whispered muting his mic. Yup, nope, yep I can still hear you. Are you reading this, 45 said. Yep, we got it, they replied, we got the bleep on our devices now.
OK my two fav hunks’ on earth forever and a day I got you covered with this big gun. Do your thing and what you do best. See me at your 10, she huffed, I have the whole field covered and you. Keep your heads down and out of my way my most comely fellows... I love you much and I dont want to have to pick up your bloody penises in a plastic bag. Copy same, replied Single Serving. Copy same, replied Denmark. She did say penises, right, one of them said. Pitt clutch his butt and Mads adjusted his junk. They looked to their left to spot her aim of fire over their heads. There she was 30yards out holding concealed high ground with that big gun. She was fine-tuning her scope on the M-60. And at 30 yards one could plainly see clearly that she was more well endowed than her big gun, perfectly, and more beautiful than the morning sun, and she never missed. Ow, a tiny pine cone bounced off of Mads’ featured face. Stop staring, she’s our sister in arms, Pitt defended. Throwing the tiny projectile back at Pitt 15-yards away missed. I wasn’t looking at her bewbs. Yeah, me neither, Pitt said, but what a pin-up poster that shot would make, eh. I can still hear you! Oops, we weren’t talking about your bewbs. Shut up. Are you getting this transmit guys, interjected Denmark, the drones are, quote " showing failures, feared out of range promised eta questionable due to inclement weather over cast cloud interference", f.
Oo baby, my 60 is getting tingles, we are the last line of defense if drones fail they cannot pass and this is a bad punch. Copy same 45 but you dont need to tell us how to do our jobs, K. Copy same, replied 45, I got you. Penises, bewbs and big guns pls keep your heads down and out of my line of fire bc I love you balls, k. 30-seconds guys, she said. Did she say balls. Noo', Mads made a weird face duck-face, she said I love you all, ...balls why would she say I love you balls that doesnt make any sense, he shrugged like an emoji. Unless she said, I love YOUR balls, not you balls, now THAT makes sense Brad pointed, in the air, holding court with authority, with a persona as if he had just then cured life. We probably heard it wrong. Mads rolls his eyes in disbelieve saying nothing. Wah, it could happen, Pitt smelled his pits real quick to see if he stinked. ZING a spark hit his helmet, in-coming Pitt yelled, instantly dropping to both knees leaning back on both heels, took 2-seconds to aim, as 3-bullets wizzed by his head and torso PONK went his 203 grenade launcher attached under his assault rifle followed by POOF sound targeting a whole group. Then falling intentionally on his back now firing off the M-15 part of the multifunctional deadly weapon. Rip, rip-rip, rip, rip-rip, rip, rip-rip went his mini steely assault riffle on auto-burst automatically shooting off 3 rounds at a time hitting their bloody target. Mikkelsen was bleeding somewhere around one of his eyes, then, KA-BOOM Mads was firing off a 50-cal sniper riffle piercing the armor of a Hum-V mounting a heavy machine-gun exploding the head of the driver crashing the Hum-V head-on into a tree a quarter mile away who were rushing at them shooting. BALLS, echoed over the radio, balls, balls, balls to your 6 flank! !! Next thing heard was her beastly knock-down bulldog of a M-60 ripping off, tearing up the trees behind her comely boys now taking fire from their rear. F, they flanked us, GET-EM 45, they screamed. Trees, limbs and body part limbs of narcoterrorists went flying as Denmark and Single Serving slung themselves off a cliff.
STOP, shouted Mads over the godawful deafening sounds of Manantial’s green tracer-rounds coming in over their heads destroying anything living.Forget the enemy on our 6, you’re facing the wrong way Pitt. Manan. says she's got this, follow her instructions keep your head down and out of her firing line or she’ll blow your dick off. I gotta go back a few feet, my weapon was knocked out of my hands and I can get a few of-em. Forget it you dont need it, NOW kiss dirt, she’ll kill-em all ...face her not the enemy behind us to dodge her bullets, she’s got them, and crawl towards her. Landing on this ledge is a mere 2 feet from where we jumped I can get my weapon. I just blew 7-of-em away with the 203 grenade launcher, Brad wanted more, wanted to fight...
Follow her instructions keep your head down and out of her way, the ppl rushing us from behind are already dead they just don t know it yet with Manan. on that big gun. Im not gonna butt slide again Mads. F-it, like you said ole-boy waiting is for chumps and with that Mads firmly grabbed Brad’s jacket and yanked forward and off they went feet 1st down an almost snow covered 80 degree slop to only God knows where. WILD THING was heard echoing below as they dropped like rocks, again but this time covered in various body parts and blood splatter. Meanwhile her 60- cal bullets continued to do gratuitous violence at alarming rate with focused repeating top to bottom, left to right, tree- top to ground focussed fire clearing a near perfectly square box of dead things and ppl in the wooded area where her Wild Things brothers in arms were concealing themselves for battle.
Manantial's now silent M-60 machine-gun that had more or less dominated the field from afar in explosive sound volume and exploding destructive damage now made the no bullets flying moment scene seem twilight zone quiet in comparison. Bizzaro' quiet. The air was completely filled with floating air garbage of remains of butterfly wings slowly settling to the ground, feathers, bits of deer fur, exploded floating flower peddles of sorted colors, falling leaves and leaves on fire. It filled the air with odd smells of hazy dust, human hair and bits of tiny cloth of uniform green.
After 20-seconds it was silent except sounds of falling limbs, flesh, and squirming 1/2 dead birds, deer, ppl and body parts mixed with tree shavings and branches dripping blood. Her tracer bullets gave way her position immediately and seconds later her position took a direct hit with a whole battery of mortar rounds. No one could have survived that, Brad said, stuck in a snowbank legs pointed straight up after fall sliding 2-thousand feet. She wasn’t there Brad, Mads limped over to him.
She’s off radio. Well, that’s standard procedure, and she’s nowhere near that sight now, count on it. And God help the fool that comes up on her if she is bc she is still fully loaded with that big gun. One of her green-tracer-rounds can blow your arm off and set you on fire. Like i dont know that, what IF she is injured or her weapon jammed. F, she can disassemble and reassemble a M-60 machine-gun in lease that 60-seconds, in the dark, she holds the SS record. Yeah- i-know. Do you know how many moving parts of a M-60. That was a huge force. Not really, about fifty, a platoon but not any more. She took out about 30. Come in Denmark. Come in Single Serving, cracked the airwaves. 45 you’re alive. Not by much, she exhaled. Are you hurt. A lil she said a bit of shrapnel in my upper lat I cant reach it but im good.
Mads said, our location is.... I know you location, Loves, replied 45, you still got your penises. You still got your bewbs. WILD THING they shouted in their mics. All three are jacked-up and trigger happy. I got a direct message from headquarters, she said, one drone did manage to make it and the remaining 25 bogies will be no threat in, ...5, 4, 3, 2. A loud boum boum-boum boum boum was heard in the distant. Poor f’s, said Mads. Have no mercy on your enemies bc they will certainly have no mercy upon you said Jesus, Brad replied. 45’s voice was heard on the radio, OK, then guys I will meet you back at the posh hotel, 45 then walked from around a nearby large tree covered bush toward them.
Wah, how did you uh. Manantial interrupted and pointed a quick sassy finger over her shoulder behind her saying, snowmobile, she 1/2 smiled. Someone pls give me morphine, she huffed. Pointing at her sore back. Oh God Pitt said. It’s not that bad, replied Mikkelsen. They stuck her with morphine and began pampering her immediately. A 4 and a 1/2 inch piece of steel was sticking out of her back where it landed in her upper right back. Dont let her go into shock, Mads said, keep her warm. You need to take your shirt off so I can clean that it’s punctured thru your vest. No kidding Sherlock, im not taking my shirt off. Ok but. But what, 45 retorted, and how IS your butt btw. Brad looked at her with an odd expression, uh, having almost forgot all about his whole earlier butt incident. Oh, yeah uh good, he nodded. Are you sure bc you were sure going at that butt earlier, she grabbed a whole handful of his butt with her good hand tipping him off balance a bit. Did that help, she smiled a morphine smile, it SURE helped me, she smiled bigger, making a squeezing motion with her hand, batting her eyelashes super fast right at him with super bated effect. She was stunning high.
Mads wraps a warm blanket around her as she filled her fingers with a handful of his delicious man-hair, thank youu' Denmark, pulling him even closer as if about to suck his ear lobe. Wow-wow wow there 45 hang on, uh, he said backing away a bit from her goddess head. Brad was vigorously rubbing her musclier thighs and legs, she’s lost a lot blood, she’ gonna trip on us, Mads. She’s not gonna trip. She’s gonna trip. She IS NOT gonna trip, Single Serving. Just then she fainted face first. CATCH HER, they yelped as she nearly hit face first before caught. Woo OH what was THAT, 45 barked, staring face to face at the partly snowy ground, did it snow, as she swung a good strong arm smacking Pitt accidentally right square in the nuts hard with an instinctive martial arts back-fist. Oh GOD, Pitt yelps, before going down quicker than an 80 year old man with a bad hip. you gave her too much. ...sorrY, Single Serving, she squealed being swung back up to upright position, mostly. She drooled, and bit of snot dropped quietly to a tiny frozen bead from her perfect nose.
No WE gave her too much they argued. She had the 2000-yard-stare. Sitting on the snowmobile, eyes wide talking, moving in near slow motion, she drooled a lil, did you see that, she drooled a lil more, waving a good arm slightly about staring into the side of a mountain, that was my best shooting to date, did YOU SEE THAT! !? ...and how they merely kept running right into my green laser tit bullets, ...genocide, she exhaled mumbled while falling head first again off the snowmobile. Catch her Brad. Its only 20-min to the posh hotel, the men discussed. All of us on that, and her like that. Im fine I’ll sandwich between you two comely warm bodies, right, she twinkled reaching around to pull out the shrapnel in her back while part of one of her bewbs fell out partially exposed. Not to worry lads I will be JUST fine you just hide and watch. NO, the boys yelped with hands out reached before she grabbed the piece of steel in her back. OW, she yelped when touching the steel in her back and fainted again. Catch her.
She’s lost too much blood, she must be bleeding internally, Denmark yelped, doing top speed on the elect snowmobile, making good time on smooth level snow. SWOOSH is all you heard when they passed, swoosh.
It was a tight squeeze with all 3 but 45 didnt seem to mind in the least. Is the doctor there, Brad barked. Yes. Mads, she doesnt look good. Check her pulse again. Its the same. Hang on 45, they yelped, dont you die on us. Wah, no, no wouldnt think of dying, she drooled. Have you noticed how lonng’ my hair is getting, 45 pulled out a handful of very long goddess locks striking Pitt in the face repeatedly like a pure soft silky horse tail in the snowmobile’s fast and quiet snowy wake. Isn’t that long, 45 said in amazement and amazed face of wonder. Yes, that’s wonderful, warmed Pitt, with a mouth full of her goddess hair. A lil salty, he mumbled, trying to spit out her silk hair like blowing out a candle and with his tongue. Bewb-sweat, completely harmless, could be a BIT smelly at times though lets see, 45 swooned, and w/out notice licked Brad's mouth that was opening and closing filled with her long silky a bit bewb-salty goddess hair. Then she passed out. For God sakes, put her tongue back in her mouth before she bites it off. Putting his palm over her mouth he managed the job, saying, this is our fault, one of us should have taken the M-60. It’s nobody's fault, screamed Mads, we all know the risk and drill, and neither one of us would have survived it any better her and probably worse.
Manantial’s limp body was taken in thru the back of the posh hotel on a standard ambulance trolley. How is she doc they asked, rushing by her side. Her vitals are very weak but stable and would have been drop-dead-Fred dirt-nap 20-more minutes but we found the severed artery easily, ...honestly, she’s not a spring chicken but she looks fit and healthy ...she has a good chance of quick recovery once she gets some blood back into her, and we have her on an I/V.
The earlier event of the day seemed years away in comparison, sitting by the fire in a posh hotel all washed up sipping guava tea and honey. God, I hope she is all right. Stop talking about it, they discussed. She was magnificent, in flashback all I really remember is her green laser bullets coming right at us 2 feet above our head like the most fantastic light show and awesome power from her big gun. That was some shooting that is for sure and for certain, and didnt even touch us. She saved our lives. Again, Denmark said. It’s been hours. Will you pls relax, you’re disturbing my calm. Ring-ring, yes, ok, got it. She’s out and up let’s go, they dash to her bedside.
Oh Scarecrow I love you especially, 45 smiled softly from her low lite hospital bed in the quiet empty stainless steel kitchen with digital talking refrigerators of the posh hotel, reaching for his junk as if the most natural thing in the world. Now-now Dorothy, Denmark evaded gently with an odd smile, and trying not to get a bonner' with such a desirable as her pawing for his man-thing. She’s still trippin’ Pitt gasped but God she’s really alive. Oh yes Tin-man, 45 swooned, I AM so alive, holding his wrist running her fingers and hands curiously delighted up his arm squeezing his arm muscles before grasping a pec deep and full, m this may need oiling tin-man, she raised her eyebrows as if about to lick him again. Doc, Pitt glanced the doctor, pulling gently away. The drugs, PTSD, blood lose, exhaustion, battle fatigue or she may just be messing with you or all the above, who knows, ...but she’s fine now, just a bit weak, drugged flying high and weird. I had one patient that howled for hours on that stuff. I had another that screamed Shit, Fuck for a day and 1/2, thats all he said, shit, fuck, non-stop and happy as pig in mud. Keep an eye on her nurse. Of course doctor.
They all three looked at one another in silence in the dimly lite area as if meeting for the first time, as 45 was not her usual self. The nurse waited mingling about in lite duties quietly far in the background out of ear range, mostly. Is this an awkward moment or just awkward for us, the men drew nearer to her bedside. She's smiling.
Look at her, she’s beautiful even now. Uh, you do know she can hear you, right. Are you sure, I dont think so, she would have said something, like shut up or get over it, and if one more person calls me beautiful again today, in the next hour im gonna bunch-em in the face.
Well, come-on, telling a beautiful woman like her that she is beautiful is like telling a rich guy like Elon that he’s rich. Yeah, I guess you're right. Can she hear us, they whispered with empathy and curiosity. She’s looking right at us. Say something kind to her, touch her, let her know we’re her for her. What if she gets all touchy again, the men whispered. She smiled. OK, whatever, Denmark, are we gonna do this or what, Pitt said softly. What-a-you think, retorted Mads, ...you take one foot and I’ll take the other. They massaged both her feet and ankles, hands and wrist with gentle strong precision. Manantial said nothing but she was smiling. Look at her, she’s been hit with ricksha bullets fragments, glass, pieces of brick wall, and bits of tree bark. So, have we. True enough.
Are you ok 45, Manantial, they gently queried rubbing her arms and legs. She was smiling. I think I should rub her legs now. No, I dont think so, I just started and getting a rhythm. I think so. 5 more minutes. 3-minutes, then its my turn. Whatever, they discussed. She smiled.
How are you Dorothy, i mean Manantial, Superhero, 45, her co-workers asked tenderly, brotherly with sincerity, mixed with male curiosity. Oh im jusst' fine, Lion where EVER have you been, ...humping trees and lil dogs, no doubt, yo bad boy. She sweetly reached warmly for his shushlong' as if a normal greeting, 45 swooned. Where is it, reaching for his crotch, wheere' arre' you hiding that thing, she swooned. Lost your courage, Lion, and monster cock huh, she began empathetically patting and stroking his fury lion arm not knowing. Me too, Lion, I cant seem to find my bewbs, Lion. I’ve misplaced them. Its a truly ghastly state of affairs, indeed, losing misplacing one's fun-bags, I mean, as you can imagine. Why having nothing to tuck me in at night Lion, oh my, nothing to clasp and hold all night.
Lion, and you, scarecrow my fav, reaching for his man-thing diverted, in-coming whimpered Brad with boyish manner blushing a lil dodging morphine-Sally's free roaming hunger-games grasps. I DO remember specifically, 45 continued, I loaded them in my M-60, as usual, locked and loaded you- know’, nipples at attention, you-know’ so that they dont get jammed in the ejecting chamber. No, no, uh, that wouldnt be good, the hunky men nodded, with interested curious faces, guarding their man-thingies near pummeled at and knock about so many times wood was forming.
Are you getting wood, Pitt whispered, you are, ...you’re getting wood. Am not you perv ...ssh. Go on Dorothy, I mean 45. Well, and then I pulled the trigger and they just went Elon-green-laser-tits tearing ppl to pieces, blood, heads, arms, guts, everywhere in slow motion, an ear, YES, i specifically remember an ear in slow motion, how is an ear flying I thought naturally then realized it wasn't flying, Lion, it merely didnt have a head. Dont you see, she continued hugging down on his arm with a stage persona of someone who had just remembered how to cure life ...rat-tat-tat she was mimicking her deadly jackhammer jerking when lite M-60, my tits went rat-tat-tat, she pointed at the invisible scene unfolding before her. They tried like saints NOT to look at her free bouncing woman-guns flying off her shelve nearly smacking her in the face they swung lively and well, like Christmas day on steroids! I vaguely remember, she went on, that one of them dropped on top to the firing chamber and as you can imagine that thing was red-hot and burned it bAD' my bewb. She made a quick pinched face, do you wanna see, as she reached in grabbing a big healthy handful pulling it out, almost. No-no, they halted her, thats good we dont need to see them, it, i mean the burn i mean right now. Yep, she’s Trippin', Mads.
Dont worry 45, im sure we will find your bewbs soon and in perfect order. You promise. Well, no, I never promise but, ...he glanced her bewbs that were now resting perfectly and didnt seem to be missing in any way shape or form, thru the thin gown, missing only his hands and face buried in them his mind flashed ...STOP his self-talk interjected. But they are perfect and near by, im sure, I feel it in my bones. Bonner', you mean, Pitt smiled, looking down at his own growing wood. 45 is way sensual in this morphine state, they discussed. Speaking at a distance, whispering in near frantic tones, with hard-on's, well, we cant merely throw a blanket over her bc she is too hot.
OH LOOK Lion, from across the room she yelped, gasped as if winning a grand prize. I found THEM, while speaking she expertly grasped fingers full of nipples in see-thru gowns with each hand, snatching them up proficiently quick like rag-dolls for the tossing, like misbehaving missing pups, popping them up swinging the heavy barely clothed perfect-set up high and out in one quick motion, one going left, one going right as high in the air as her ears. SEE, I found them, giving them both a lil quick friendly matching wiggle at the end as testimony to her great find that reverberated the mass of delightful woman mounds swinging about in mid air tauntingly, while holding a brilliant im a genius I found my car-keys face, prior dropping the matching set with sounding force. Oh thank you Lion you were right, and they ARE perfect. 45 held out out-stretched open arms cocking her head just a bit to one side with a I love you forever and a day morphine smiley-face expecting a big bear-hug mashed up against her brilliant jouncy woman-guns.
God, im going to hell, Brad gasped and tried to dart his eyes and head away. That's 2-seconds burned in my frontal lobe for life. Brad's eye were, like, big in wonder amazement, looking away bending forward looking at the ground, trying to absorbed what he just witnessed while debating trying not to remember. Pushing on his forehead with his palm, God, im going to hell, his morals and values tipping scales in unseen unknown waters. Im gonna marry her. Me first. But lets stop that, earth to Brad, earth to boobs she's totally stoned!
If she remembers this later she will probably kill us with that big gun just for being her while she's in this state. SSH. Dont ssh-me. We're helping, in her state she'd do cowgirl reverse anal with the next janitor or Clooney wanna-be doctor intern who passes by who has buddies for a group all holes gangbang. Yes-yes, of course, dude but, but... What do we do. You know what Pitt, I have no idea. What even is this. Variables beyond our young years of experience I guess, they malingered a bit. The men with agitated pennies and hearts paced back and worth here and there aimlessly as if they had lost their brains not bewbs, strolling about her bed at a distance in rushed moral and amoral thoughts for resolve to there over excited heart rates and throbbing pennies. Owe, oh God owe, blue-balls Brad whispered crossing one leg, standing.
Do you know how close we are to being total pervs right now, ...45 is our sister in arms and she’s drugged and dripping wet. Did you see THAT...those!? The excited troubled boys whispered not to disturb 45 with their man problems. See it, I felt it, he shook his head upward slinging a bit of hair with a deep breath. I wish I didnt see that. Me too, how can I ever get that out of my memory banks of the greatest wonders on earth, forget the Grand Canyon. Sometimes its awful having such a perfect sister, ahh he made a hand chocking gesture as to the state of his current tormented soul, wanting something im not suppose to have, he hissed. She's like our sister, and too bossy like most all sisters, right. Well, most of the time she's right, I guess that's bossy. They shrugged in their moral dilemma at hand. She's just one of the guys. And can be really annoying like sisters always with the tweezers plucking this and that, and oo dont eat that hotdogs have parasites. Oh, and the hair, right, the hair. Her hair in my coffee, her hair on my chair, look see her hair on my jacket. Hair on my car seat. See, she is annoying, she's not hot. Oh, oh, and the bathroom when we have to share sometimes the endless bras, stockings, slips, hanging everywhere. Yeah like she has some inherent right bc she's a woman. She's annoying that's what she is. Yep, she's annoying, they mumbled. I dont EVEN wanna-go over there. Right, me either, nope they discussed giving quick short glancing in her direction. Lets just say it never happen, she's stoned and who remembers, stuff, right.
Lionn' 45 swooned arms open wide for a big lion-hug. Dont go over there, Brad made a balk-face. We're going to hell, you know that right, Pitt leaned in a bit and whispered. Or maybe she is messing with us. So, that’s Mr. Peppermint stick leaking in your pocket or are you just glad to see her. Manantial smiled. It’s normal, it has a mind of its own, you know what bewbs do to helpless healthy penises. Im not thinking those type of thoughts. Nope, me neither, Pitt shuffled, also. We have to protect her until she is more her self, she’s too hot to leave alone like this. She could make a queer boy-chasing-pope straight in her current state of oozing woman-ness pumping gobs of estrogen like warm blueberry honey factory, ...probably cure him for life. Agreed. But its my turn to rub her legs. Manantial smiled with a twinkle in her eye.
I think I will rest now Scarecrow, slowly methodically reaching for Mads dong’ feeling, holding on to his upper inner thigh by his man-jewels. Mads was not gong to escape her strong hands so easily this time. And how’s your butt doing, Single Serving, she swooned, stealthily shoveling a curious hungry hand under her sheets towards his butt cheek again. No, no they both coughed a bit, you rest now Dorthy, I mean witch, I mean. I think she’s out. Thank God, what a life saver. Both men were so stiff they dare noteven try to walk across the room. It's my turn to rub her legs. I dont think so. I think so. She smiled. The night went on...
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..to be continued... (This holds true bc that was merely one day and just another mission tomorrow comes a new assignment bc the battle never ceases, ever).
Part 2
Recover Get Up Dance
Wild Thing :
Get Up, Dance
Then gracefully in silence Denmark raised an arm and hand high in the air in a ballet move, holding the position and snapped his fingers. And the next thing heard popped a perky lil song, singing, do you want to dance. A cheesy’, campy’ song ‘With A Girl Like You’ from the 60’s. Denmark had smoothly in one movement bowed at the hip looking at the floor in perfect form as usual while extending an arm to 45 to join him in slow dance. Single Serving followed suit as the song sang, can I dance with you. No one moved. The music played on thru the massive speakers in the empty kitchen in the posh hotel. Can I dance with you, the song swooned on, is there no chance for me. 45 froze for a bit holding the sheets in front of her healthy bewbs, now mostly dressed in her street clothes. Ok, she whispered near auditable, as both men held still bowing positions as the music played they continued bowing staring at the floor with outreached sincere hands towards her like marble statues carved by the hands of Gods, their gorgeous man-hair swaying in the air free. Stepping her bare naked toe and feet on the floor out of bed, 45 took Denmark’s hand lightly and off they went slowly as if they had danced the routine all their lives but they all processed superior motor skills. No one said a word. They danced all over the place slow and easy like they owned it, not saying a word. CAN I DANCE WITH YOU, the music swooned, you’re just my kind.
Hand-in-hand with Denmark then with Single Serving dancing, soon they found themselves dancing on a stainless steel counter together that seemed to go on for miles as they danced down it. Warming up their bodies and minds they danced.
Soon they were all parallel to each other upon their own stainless steel counter, all in a roll, doing their individual practiced catwalk dance of fame in the cold empty kitchen now coming alive. 45 did her Supermodel professional catwalk mixed with martial art front snap kicks and punches saying ouch now and then. As did they all, pretty much. 45 noticed a move Single Serving was doing and pointed and whispered, very cool, and 45 stole Pitts moves. Soon they were all doing the same lil gig dance moving in sync. The nurse was in amazing awe mouth open swinging her curvy hips softly, watching from afar looking down the long stainless steel counters and swaying and moving her hips. She was dancing in place, whisper-singing with the simple song, baby-baby can I dance with you, and ran her hand down her firm front white uniform with her strong nurse hands finding their way down there pushing firmly on her lower firm pelvis as she danced in place with an invisible partner w/her arm held in place in the air around her invisible dancer pushing on her throbbing front, she imagined. The nurse smiled.
Clearly, not one of the Wild Thing SS trio were gonna quit first, but dance out that song to the very end, all 3 minutes, not saying a word, just dancing. They danced real fine. Fine indeed. Both men were inherently fighting wood and 45 was near swimming in there, her fit crotch near visibly wet. No one said a word they weren’t thinking those types of thoughts. The talented 3 danced back toward the nurse as she danced with them down there. Brad and Mads went, bob-a-bob-a-bob in harmony, with the song they swooned. Until that time has come, 45 stomped her bare foot, singing with the lyrics. To you across the floor, she pointed and she jerked her inviting pelvis forward with a startle, she sang along, ...to you across the floor. All night long yeah, they sang in unison. They danced toward the nurse as part of their morning workout aerobics with authority and calm jaguar force. The kinda cute geek glasses chubby nurse seen earlier had lost her glasses, and seemed more sensual than before. Her hair a lil out of place her young plump body curvy didnt seem chubby any more but delightfully, firmly jiggling in all the right places to her good smooth moves. Her white nurse skirt had worked its way far up her shapely round muscular hip and bare thighs seen thru see- thru white nurse stockings. No one noticed her fairly large way wet-spot between her legs on the floor as all were trapped in the magic of the moment. God, they’re beautiful, wonderful, so talented the kind-hearted nurse whispered, glowing in their often impromptu gigs from nowhere.
The song coming to the end, the crew danced back toward the starting-point where the nurse was. Inherently in silence they glanced their lethal weapons waiting for them by the door, there was another assignment, fun-time over. Their dancing became more deep and jaguar focussed, ever-closer to the nurse who was smiling ear to ear and gorgeous with bright eyes the nurse swooned to their singing and moves and the solid HD Elon speakers blasting CAN I DANCE WITH YOU as some stacked hanging steel frying pans raddled in sync with the beats, as testimony to it. Meanwhile the nurse snapped out of it, a bit, as the Wild Thing coming at her had three heads and more beautiful than God with their faces coming ever-near. One of her healthy breast had demanded more room and had inadvertently opened a button at the top of her white nurse uniform. And it even escaped a white bra, mostly, with all the impromptu moving about with a beat. BOUM. Can I dance with you, they stomped pointing right at the shy and a bit startled nurse who was a bit star-struck, eyes wide, and wet, smiling deeply. Their trinity of faces looked like gorgeous jaguars upon her, all up in her grill, as if either ready to lick her all over or eat her alive with ripping teeth. BOUM. They stomped again, CAN I DANCE WITH YOU they all pointed at her.
Ooo, the nurse snapped to attention, with a lil squeal with her shy shoulders suddenly shooting upward around her ears with a bit of surprise, grasping her loosened white collar top hiding her 1/2 escaped bewb as all three jaguars were right upon her. It was shocking. Inherently shy the nurse stepped back with tiny steps before slipping a lil on her wetness looking down in surprise and turned bet-red, suddenly bending down picking up her glasses, quickly waving a sheepish wave over her shoulder, waving that they were great with her smiling shinny nurse teeth. She ran away with tiny nurse steps across the floor to the music pulling down her white skirt backdown over her inviting woman shapely hips.
Oh, dont just stop the music, merely turn it down, plz, Manantial still swooned a bit to the music. And thank you guys, that was thoughtful and sweet. They bowed, a bit silently, as if embarrassed for caring so much. You big lugs, she punched them both in the abs then pushed lightly on both their heads at the same time swooshing their wondrous man-hair. Fine, Denmark said and he did so, turning the music back on softly, ...can I dance with you, echoed sweetly in the background, you’re just my kind. Ok, give it to me 45 said, what’s it today as she picked up her sawed- off short M-15 assault riffle machine-gun equipped with a silencer with collapsing wire stock, fitting it under her coat. Its a quick job, twenty minutes tops. So, its a straight up hit, in and out, in broad daylight. Yup pretty much, they replied in unisons.
The details are posted to our devices and motor-bikes. He must be a bad one, 45 mumbled as they geared up. Its been forever since we did a hit especially on a civilian. He’s in bed with domestic terrorists connected to foreign terrorists. Oh, yeah, what city we going to this time. Seattle. It’s a 45min flight in the Elon stealth jet. Cool. They dont wont you as lead-shooter, standard protocol after injury. Fine with
me, said 45. With us there are no backup shooter, we never miss, we’re all the lead-shooter. True enough, Pitt replied snugging up his weapon belt holding 250 rounds around his fit Brad waist as did Denmark. Who is it, the hit, I mean. Thats technically over our pay-grade but you wont like it Manantial. Why, ...what, she queried.
Look, they pointed at her scrolling device, he traffics girls 5yo to 16yo, a big mover. OH, no way am I taking backup on this. Im taking lead, 45 spoke up hard, and turned to huff out the door. The guys touched her on her shoulders cautiously pulling on her jacket saying, wait 45, its protocol and if it goes side ways... She interjected with a quick martial-
arts turn with both her hands already inside their weapons-belt pulling them close until all their helmets clicked face to faces. Im taking lead on this, frigg’ protocol you know im good for it, got it. She jerked a lil on their belts bumping helmets a lil, im gonna pop the f-er first my own self, or maybe next time my M-60 may jam the next my two fav hunks’ want me when it gets hot out there. She let go of their belts in friendly enough way pushing them backward with both hands walking backward out the door. I want us in triangle formation standard procedure same-same, k, she pointed walking backward out the door. We got you 45, they agreed with thumbs up. I told you we should not have told her. Lying is far worse, especially to her, Yeah you’re right.
That was a very cool and quick flight, they discussed on motor-bikes in rush-hour traffic. Ok my lovely soldiers in arms when the music starts in your EarPods the timer starts, we move into position a, b, then c triangle position and by the time the music is over we’ll have a very drop-dead- Fred. Copy same, there will be no verbal command as to when to go but once the music starts its a GO, they all concurred. On their non-matching motor-bikes and outfits mingling in slow moving traffic you couldnt tell who was who in their helmets. The upcoming collapsing-swing bridge was coming up filtering traffic to single lane at top of the bridge. I have eyes on, Single Serving said. Copy, I got him too, replied 45 and Denmark. It was getting close they felt it.
45 is off radio so they are probably listening and she probably wants us off this high collateral damage street before she starts tearing things up. Pitt gave several hand signals with a partial bloody hand. Then w/out warning they then both took off like Elon rockets that actually fly separating and taking the same exit to a small side street area off the highway. Balls, balls, balls red beater-car at your 5-oclock, 45’s voice cracked the airwaves prior hearing her shooting behind them in short auto-burst, ridddlll-ridddlll-ridddlll went her sawed-off small ripping machine-gun, and the fight was on. She had tore off the hand of one of the perps with smoking bullets. The audacious Wild Thing trio were outgunned as there were 5- shooters with automatic weapons able to use both hands except the driver firing an automatic pistol in that red crappy car shooting widely at them all around and everywhere. The stalkers become the stalked as the trio began to zero-in hard-core on the perps, dashing here and fro, stopping on a dime, jumping curbs and buzzing like bees upon the crappy red car in the fast traveling road-rage, ppl must have thought. The gunfight in flight went on for some time at dangerous top speeds and trickery driving, as the trio were pulling their punches whenever ppl come into view.
It was getting heated
It was getting heated, the Wild Thing crew began to turn more and more jaguar each passing millisecond morphing into green laser bullet eyes knowing they were going to hit their mark, they never missed, never. Brad, Single Serving was really vexed, come get it, you SOB, Pitt huffed, speeding up and shooting with one hand hitting one of the perps, watching the very tip of his chin explode off his face. Oo that’s gonna leave a mark, Pitt scowled with a rightful sneer, then spit. The perps were madly firing massive rounds like TV Hollywood wanna-be gangsters compared to the trio, hitting mostly glass store-fronts, dumpsters, concert bridges, telephone poles, new cars parked at a Dealership and one innocent dead dog, and a crow, feathers flying POOF. All their bikes took some heavy hits splattering their geared up bodies with tiny pieces of metal from their own bikes stingy their flesh, UKKK, 45 screamed thru one such hit on her bike taking on bullets shielding her goddess face behind her bike’s handlebars bullet-proof wind-visor. Denmark no longer had a seat on his motor-bike, blown completely off by a slew of wild bullets flying. Standing on his motorcycle pegs he took a shot, burp, burp-burp, his hand tool spit hot streaming lead passing thru one perp’s forearm prior taking off the deltoid of a gun-totting guy in the front seat. The perp’s crappy car jerked left then right. Every time one of the trio fired their weapon, they hit some part of one or more of the perps never wasting a bullet, cutting the perps down, to pieces bit by bullet bit, like carving a small stick with a pocket knife. The fight went on, the perps were a tough bunch with more guts and massive powerful firepower than brains, like most perps. Finally, the scene found the three rubbing different parts of their body from all the fragments of flying lead pieces, metal, and glass that had sprinkled their bodies seeping bits of blood. The perp’s car meanwhile was barely rolling trying to unsuccessfully go up a small dirt hill in a vacant field 3 blocks from a residential area. The car had 5 perps all hit in multiple and grotesque places all over their bodies, bleeding-out quick everywhere, all of them. A blood-dripping-car full of moaning rolled by slowly, a car pile of wiggling bodies in shock bleeding-out, their weapons now silent except the hot barbells sizzling upon exposed bare flesh body parts as some lay motionless, mostly. They’re done, Pitt opened a door and a guy 1/2 fell out with no lower jaw saying nothing but alive. There’re done, said Denmark. No, not quite, 45 said, she cocked her short M-15 to take aim. The hit was for the perp and we fulfilled that, the guys said holding up a halting hand not to shoot, ...yet. Just then in the small lull a desperate bleeding perp slowly tried to reach for a weapon before Single Serving broke his hand in a quick nasty move cracking his wrist with the butt of his M-15 machine-gun. Yes, 45 retorted, they are mere low-end workers but if you ride with a perp you hang with a perp. That’s SS Homeland protocol. And at that 45 unloaded her M-15 accurately at the girl trafficking perps for hire, as Denmark and Single Serving followed her lead. And in seconds in was done in silencer silence and they were off to another posh hotel, all washed up, sipping guava tea with honey by the fire, just another day. While civilians sleep thinking they’re safe not having a clue, they were quiet, in reflection, of saving and taking life. They 3 stood over the city watching the night from their 3 rooms’ joined balcony’s joined in a 1/2 semicircle as the night twinkled glorious stars above, in another posh hotel. Hows your wound, cutie-pie honey-bun, asked 45, who was wearing something comfortable and shapely in the evening moon. Pitt looked at his wrapped waist. Good enough, only a flesh wound missed ribs and bone. Sounds like a movie line, Denmark remarked calmly. Huh, replied Single Serving softly, making a quick pinched-face from a sharp sudden shooting pain. You poor thing, said Manantial at least it missed your butt. Mikkelsen giggled a lil under his breath. Yeah, lucky me, Pitt remarked, Im tying to feel grateful and thankful but I want them to come alive again so I can kill them again, he grabbed his side in another shooting pain. Dirty dogs, Brad went on, I hate liars and thieves. Cant stands-em. Amen, 45 raised her tea cup, as did Mads, amen brother they soothed. You two dont mind me, you go ahead and go to our fancy planned dinner, the reservations are in about an hour and im not up to it, k, im good. No way, they said. Your joys are ours and your pain, your bullets taken are ours too. WE are here with you. You know the drill. I cant believe I got hit, he snorted, I got angry, lost my cool and slipped up. I could have got myself and all of you killed being stupid. I knew logically that I was getting too close at the wrong angle to the driver and I didnt back off when the lil voice inside said too. Did you know that the frontal problem solving lobe of the brain ceases to function when angry, offered 45. No, I did not know that, replied Mads, then Brad. Wisdom will not rest in the bosom of an angry person said King Solomon, touted 45’s fit mound of woman breast, as she pushed them up in deep breath while squeezing her arms slightly together forcing her woman-guns out and forward, her healthy woman-guns, viewed easily in the moon light for the boys to glance real quick, knowing it always cheered them up, at least for a while. I dont think I will ever forget that, Pitt said, clearly in a better mood holding his side trying not to go pinched-face again breathing deep from his fit belly up. Pitt was obviously pleased with the impromptu view that she allowed them for a quick moment back by words of wisdom. I wont forget, Mads said, with a calm pleased face. Bosoms and calm wisdom, m. The guys looked at each other, and smiled. And darted quick eyes at 45’s retreating chest. That’s not my eyes, 45 retorted sharp enough. The guys immediately went back to sipping their tea and turned looking at the night city skyline in quiet with 45. They breathed deep and sighed in relieve. There is no relieve, whispered Brad. Never-ever, sported 45. Enough time for relieve and rest in a dirt-nap they agreed, to their fate. They must attend, everyday. They watched the city sleep for a long time before retiring. Now with darkened patios and rooms with open doors one of them had the Wild Thing song playing softly in the background. Slowly you could hear the trio drifting off to sleep together in separate rooms softly singing, wild thing, you move me, wild thing you make everything groovy
....to be continued...
bbCENTURIES 2023/24
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