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 Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:11 am
Pamela gave him a cruel grin. "If you need to write me down to remember me, apparently I'm as ugly as the boys say I am." She picked up took the remainder of her money.
She turned to leave the shop, picking up her coat off the seat. She stopped at the doorway. "Maybe the next time you see me you'll be willing to tell me about my death. See you later, Vic." She quickly made her way to the driver, apologizing as she got in, giving him the next destination: the hotel she was residing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:20 am
Vic watch the strange woman leave his shop and went into the back of his shop, resuming his inventory check.
The limo driver nodded his head as Pamela entered his car, silently he drove the woman back to Gotham Park Towers. Since she was properly dressed and wasn't in the company of wanted criminals, the driver drove her around the front like a normal respectable resident "good evening Doctor."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:23 am
Pamela left the man a generous tip. "I hope to see you again," she winked at him.
She rushed up to her room with her things unlocking the door. She entered the dark room, walking all the way to the living area, setting her things on the table in the dark. After the she made her way to her bedroom.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:31 am
Pamela's cleaned and pressed uniform lay on her bed, the breast pocket was opened with a small note sticking out. As Pamela entered her bedroom, a tall figure stepped out of the shadows "I trust you enjoyed your shopping?" Waylon asked, ready to leave the apartment and get back to the Princess.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:37 am
Pamela let out a loud shriek, throwing her things in the air. She dropped down and felt around under her bed for her crow bar. She swung in the dark in the direction the voice came from. "You snuck into the wrong room you !@#$%^&*!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:43 am
Waylon easily caught the crowbar and held it away, reaching out he turned on the light switch "I've already spent most of my relaxation hour waiting for you to get back. The Boss wanted to make sure you got your uniform." He pulled the crowbar from Pamela's hand and tossed it onto the floor "if you'll excuse me, I'm heading home."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 12:48 am
"Waylon?!" She growled in disbelief. She didn't even want to know how he got into her room. She clutched her heart. "Well, if you were trying to kill me you failed you royal jerk!"
She ran in front of him and blocked his way. She gave him a hard long look. "Helena didn't send you all the way over here just to give me my clothes." She gave an evil grin. "You have to stay here with me." She crossed her arms triumpantly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:00 am
Waylon put two hands on Pamela's hip and effortlessly lifted her up and set her back down on the bed. "I'm pretty sure she did, she made it clear that I was to make sure you got your uniform, that was all." When he set Pamela down, the note in the breast pocket slipped out.
Dear Pam,
Everything went so well, I figured instead of having Waylon spend his night with one of my girls. He's going to 'keep you company' tonight, but he doesn't know it yet. Show him this note when you're done reading it so he can know that I would consider it a favor if he spent the night in your tender care. Have fun, swing by the Purple Princess when you can tomorrow, we'll do lunch and maybe squeeze some shopping in.
Your Dearest Friend, Helena.
Waylon took his hands off Pamela "now... good night, Doctor Isley." He turned around, heading into the living room towards the door.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:05 am
The nazi scientist giggled after reading the note. "Ah, ah, aaaaah!" She teased. "Not so fast Mister Waylon." She slinked over to her. "Your boss apparently left you and I a note. Read your share." She dangled the piece of paper in front of him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:12 am
Waylon grumbled in annoyance and snatched the note, he recognized the handwriting instantly as Helena's, no doubt she wanted him to pick Pamela up for... No. His expression changed from annoyed, to shocked, to extremely agitated. Helena promised him a meeting with one of her girls, he never suspected that girl would be Pamela "jesus...." his clawed hand crushed the note, his claws cutting into it "unbelievable."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:16 am
Pamela arrogantly walked before him, unbuttoning her shirt right in front of him. She made no attempts to hide her happiness. "Don't worry Waylon, you can share the bed with me." She tossed the crisp white shirt onto the bed exposing the same as earlier. She walked over to her bed and called for room service, ordering a bit of everything off of the menu.
Then she went into the bathroom and began to run a bath in the humongous tub.
"I ordered you a bit of food darling, let room service in when they knock."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:23 am
Waylon breathed slow and hard, trying to contain his anger at the situation. As Pamela went to take her bath, he stood by the door, rubbing his knuckles, savoring every second he could spend away from the scientist.
After several minutes, he heard the door knock. Yanking the door open and nearly scaring the waitress to death, Waylon yanked the cart into the room and slammed the door "you dinner is here, and for the record, I'm just fine on the couch."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:25 am
Pamela walked out in nothing but her panties, her red hair covered her breasts. She looked at the tray taking a small cube of meat and eating it. "I insist darling. The bed if big enough for 5 you's. Here, eat something." She took a strawberry and gently pressed it against his lips.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:30 am
Waylon exhaled through his nose, realizing it was pointless to fight it, he was here on orders after all. He also missed dinner, opening his mouth, a forked tongue slipped between his jagged and sharp teeth, wrapping around the strawberry and pulled it in. He allowed his eyes to move over the woman's body, she wasn't half bad looking for a psychopath.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:57 am
She patted him on the cheek. "There you go big boy." She licked her looks looking him directly in the eyes as she made her way into the bathroom. She left the door open. Though she wasn't visible she slipped into the tub and completely submerged herself. She let out a soft sigh. She'd give Waylon some peace while she destressed in the bath. She groaned as she felt a kink in her neck. Damn that Vic Sage, she didn't notice how tense she was until he brought it up.
A light flush appeared on her cheeks as she remembered his soothing voice and gentle hands.
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