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Target #2
3 ReviewsSent by Gashaw to take out the top new faces of Millenion, Madness Bunji encounters Target 2, and oh yes...Shere Walken.
I do what ordinary guys can't do. It's what I live for.
Kugashira Bunji moved through the back door of the gymnasium, past the boilers, under the large pipes beneath what he suspected was the swimming pool, and came out in a stairwell. "That was easy." He smirked, "Why buy a membership."
He hiked up two flights of stairs emerging into a corridor and through his shades took a quick look at the hanging sign; executive pool and spa was two floors down. "Huh, I walked up for nothing."
He watched from his downward gaze all sorts of men in their towels and robes, most ranged from old, fat, and balding, to young, trim and in shape but Bunji didn't have time to carouse. He did, however, need to blend in so he slid back into the stairwell and walked down three flights to find the locker rooms. There were four doors each with their own admittance level. Bunji snorted quietly; they even pull rank with something as simple as taking off their clothes.
A scrawny red head with short hair and glasses strolled by him pushing a cart of folded linens. He followed the youth into the first room and once inside punched him unconscious with a jab to the back of the head. Bunji gathered the young man in his arms and folded him up inside a locker, but before closing the door he snatched the name tag and heavy keychain.
"Sorry /Hi I'm Scott/," Bunji read the tag, "someday I'll make it up to you." He slammed the locker door and made his way over to scour through the cart of folded towels and robes. Once he got what he wanted he unlocked a locker with the red head's keys and speedily stripped, packing his shoulder holster within the arms of his hanging jacket to keep it out of site. He stepped into a loose pair of terry shorts and draped a towel around his shoulders. "Check me out, I'm a bonafide member of the douche-bag club."
An opened door from the other side of the lockers made Bunji jump for cover. It was followed by the sound of two young women whose voices echoed in the room.
"Did you see what she was wearing?"
"Shere please, am I hard of seeing?"
Shere Walken, a cute clever girl age sixteen, came into the locker room to discover her locker blocked by a cart of fresh laundry. "What the hell? You know some of the guys working here are so lazy." She pushed the cart with difficulty, moving it far enough away to get into her locker.
Crammed beneath the linen and suffocating, Bunji rolled his eyes and realized he wasn't wearing his shades...
"Are these yours?"
"Those retro looking things, please-I was born in this century."
"They might be old school but they are great if you shoot."
"What?"
"Yeah it's true," Shere held Bunji's glasses in her fingers. "My mom used to take me to this outdoor shooting range so she could fire her Colts, she wore glasses like this because it reduced the glare and let her see the targets better."
"Your mom was cool huh?"
"Yeah, I miss her."
"Hey let's go steam."
"I can't, I promised you-know-who I'd meet him at the pool in my new suit. He's going to ask me out for something more serious than just coffee today-I just know it!" she smiled widely.
"See you later Shere."
"Call me."
All alone Shere changed into her suit. She paused a moment to stare at the glasses on the bench, images of her mother flashing into her mind. She turned and walked out before the burning in her nose threatened to turn to tears.
The moment the door closed Bunji burst out of the linens, parched for air. He crawled out of the cart and snatched his glasses up, rubbing them as if holding a precious stone.
"Damn it," mumbled Bunji, "fucking cunt-cooties..."
Bunji strode the halls, his sun glasses beside his Colt in a small soap bag tucked out of plain sight under the towel around his neck. As he passed he avoided eye contact with those who openly checked out the new body with the different face. No time to carouse. He skimmed the window walls of the elevated hall and soon fixed on the indoor pool below.
A supple man with the length and grace of a gazelle emerged from the water bearing not one imperfection, and Bunji stared firm to find one. He wore the smallest pair of ivory white swim trunks squared just below his protruding hips, hugging his narrow thighs. There was a hint of bulge in the front, certainly nothing to brag about, but to Bunji it only added to the man's sinewy elegance. Bunji, like a hunter on safari, immediately dubbed this one the tall piece of ass getting out of the pool.
"Excuse me?" Shere stepped closer to the man standing with palms and face fixed to the glass like a child hypnotized out front a toy store window. She repeated herself, "Excuse me sir...?" Bunji gave a start, coming nose to forehead with a short dark skinned girl in a pink robe. She held out a white robe. "You have to wear a robe in the halls. Club rules." She smiled. "I'm Shere, my daddy owns this place."
"I thought Millenion owned this place?" Bunji said.
"What?" she asked genuinely confused.
"I said I thought Magritt Oil owned this place." Bunji restated quickly, slipping his arms into the robe.
Shere laughed, "My daddy is an executive," She looked away a moment and then back at Bunji with a hint of red on her cheeks. "You have drool on your chin."
Bunji wiped his mouth, and then looked at the glass and wiped that also. "Its sweat," he stammered, "I just got outa the sauna."
"Oh, ok." Shere stared down into the pool area. "See that guy there, he is my boyfriend."
"The tall one in the white suit," Bunji said, anxious.
"No silly!" Shere smiled, "That one by the five foot marker."
"With the white shit on his face and the cukes on his eyes?" asked Bunji.
"He has to maintain his skin." Shere explained, "Facials are very good for you."
"Yeah," Bunji snickered, "I've given a few in my time."
"I know what that means, and it's really gross." Shere snapped.
Bunji looked down at her and smiled apologetically. "Sorry..."
"The tall man is his friend Lee." Shere said.
"That piece of-/I mean/ the tall guy is Balladbird Lee." Bunji looked again, closer this time. Wet black hair snaked loose over his boney shoulders and when he turned Bunji got a clear view of the face. Yes, it was the same in the picture given to him two nights before.
"I think he's cute." Shere said.
"If you like that sort of thing..." Bunji said.
"I'm a girl, what else am I supposed to like." Shere laughed, punching Bunji's arm. Bunji's eyes went wide and he glared at her. She just hit me... Shere was too busy gawking below to notice Bunji's ire. "He's way too thin though."
"You ask me, he looks very flexible," Bunji said, the corner of his mouth inched left, and staring at Lee'schest made him hungry for chocolate.
"What?" Shere asked.
"Huh?" Bunji asked back.
"You said something about biting little dark brown thingies..." Shere said.
"Nah that wasn't me," Bunji said quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. Shere noted they were only ones in the hall. She watched this man inch closer to the glass as Lee bent over to dry his feet, and it dawned, making her smile.
"You want to go down there with me?"
"What?" Bunji asked.
"I'm going down there now," Shere smiled wide, "I can introduce you."
"To what," Bunji asked.
"To Lee silly," Shere took his arm but Bunji pulled away.
Bunji said, "I ain't queer."
"Oh." Shere felt horrified. "Sorry..."
Bunji ignored her, wondering how he was going to get a clear shot. I could plug him the locker room...
Suddenly Bunji stepped back and gasped,"He's looking up here."
"Duh," Shere exclaimed, "Don't look away then he'll know you're watching him for sure."
"I ain't watching him!" Bunji shouted.
"I beg to differ." Shere said, hand on hip.
"You can beg all you want, I ain't watching him on purpose." Bunji cried.
"Just wave and smile." Shere grabbed Bunji's elbow and tried to act casual. "Hi Lee." She said through her fake smile.
"Huh.../yo how you doin.../" Bunji imitated her stance, waving his hand.
Lee stared perplexed before tentatively waving back.
Shere and Bunji relaxed when Lee turned away, but the scene below changed so much so the pair stepped back from the glass in horror. Bunji retched, crunching his face up into a mask of complete disgust and Shere puckered up as if she just tasted a lemon wedge.
Bob Poundmax entered the pool area.
"OH MY GOD!" Bunji shouted.
"Oh ew ew ew." Shere flapped her hands about as if she were going to take flight.
"I could've lived my entire life without seeing that!" Bunji exclaimed.
Within the folds of his distended belly fragments were what appeared to be a blue Speedo peeking out as he lumbered between Lee and the pool. His large breasts swayed to and fro and his belly bounced as he positioned his feet on the concrete before cannon-balling in.
"Oh lord," Shere grimaced, she turned back to the man, but he was gone. She paced the hall searching for him but he was gone. Unable to find him she shrugged her shoulders and walked down to the pool.
Bunji stood packed within a long empty locker, and through large grills in the door he observed the men's changing room where an hour before the target arrived waited over. Bunji set him in his sights; kill point perfectly aligned, until the index finger pressed in against the trigger suddenly let up. His willowy target sat down on the bench, and once certain he was alone, held his face in his hands and began to sob uncontrollably.
I can save him for another day I suppose, thought Bunji, after all, he is Target number 2.
Gynocrat - 2005
Kugashira Bunji moved through the back door of the gymnasium, past the boilers, under the large pipes beneath what he suspected was the swimming pool, and came out in a stairwell. "That was easy." He smirked, "Why buy a membership."
He hiked up two flights of stairs emerging into a corridor and through his shades took a quick look at the hanging sign; executive pool and spa was two floors down. "Huh, I walked up for nothing."
He watched from his downward gaze all sorts of men in their towels and robes, most ranged from old, fat, and balding, to young, trim and in shape but Bunji didn't have time to carouse. He did, however, need to blend in so he slid back into the stairwell and walked down three flights to find the locker rooms. There were four doors each with their own admittance level. Bunji snorted quietly; they even pull rank with something as simple as taking off their clothes.
A scrawny red head with short hair and glasses strolled by him pushing a cart of folded linens. He followed the youth into the first room and once inside punched him unconscious with a jab to the back of the head. Bunji gathered the young man in his arms and folded him up inside a locker, but before closing the door he snatched the name tag and heavy keychain.
"Sorry /Hi I'm Scott/," Bunji read the tag, "someday I'll make it up to you." He slammed the locker door and made his way over to scour through the cart of folded towels and robes. Once he got what he wanted he unlocked a locker with the red head's keys and speedily stripped, packing his shoulder holster within the arms of his hanging jacket to keep it out of site. He stepped into a loose pair of terry shorts and draped a towel around his shoulders. "Check me out, I'm a bonafide member of the douche-bag club."
An opened door from the other side of the lockers made Bunji jump for cover. It was followed by the sound of two young women whose voices echoed in the room.
"Did you see what she was wearing?"
"Shere please, am I hard of seeing?"
Shere Walken, a cute clever girl age sixteen, came into the locker room to discover her locker blocked by a cart of fresh laundry. "What the hell? You know some of the guys working here are so lazy." She pushed the cart with difficulty, moving it far enough away to get into her locker.
Crammed beneath the linen and suffocating, Bunji rolled his eyes and realized he wasn't wearing his shades...
"Are these yours?"
"Those retro looking things, please-I was born in this century."
"They might be old school but they are great if you shoot."
"What?"
"Yeah it's true," Shere held Bunji's glasses in her fingers. "My mom used to take me to this outdoor shooting range so she could fire her Colts, she wore glasses like this because it reduced the glare and let her see the targets better."
"Your mom was cool huh?"
"Yeah, I miss her."
"Hey let's go steam."
"I can't, I promised you-know-who I'd meet him at the pool in my new suit. He's going to ask me out for something more serious than just coffee today-I just know it!" she smiled widely.
"See you later Shere."
"Call me."
All alone Shere changed into her suit. She paused a moment to stare at the glasses on the bench, images of her mother flashing into her mind. She turned and walked out before the burning in her nose threatened to turn to tears.
The moment the door closed Bunji burst out of the linens, parched for air. He crawled out of the cart and snatched his glasses up, rubbing them as if holding a precious stone.
"Damn it," mumbled Bunji, "fucking cunt-cooties..."
Bunji strode the halls, his sun glasses beside his Colt in a small soap bag tucked out of plain sight under the towel around his neck. As he passed he avoided eye contact with those who openly checked out the new body with the different face. No time to carouse. He skimmed the window walls of the elevated hall and soon fixed on the indoor pool below.
A supple man with the length and grace of a gazelle emerged from the water bearing not one imperfection, and Bunji stared firm to find one. He wore the smallest pair of ivory white swim trunks squared just below his protruding hips, hugging his narrow thighs. There was a hint of bulge in the front, certainly nothing to brag about, but to Bunji it only added to the man's sinewy elegance. Bunji, like a hunter on safari, immediately dubbed this one the tall piece of ass getting out of the pool.
"Excuse me?" Shere stepped closer to the man standing with palms and face fixed to the glass like a child hypnotized out front a toy store window. She repeated herself, "Excuse me sir...?" Bunji gave a start, coming nose to forehead with a short dark skinned girl in a pink robe. She held out a white robe. "You have to wear a robe in the halls. Club rules." She smiled. "I'm Shere, my daddy owns this place."
"I thought Millenion owned this place?" Bunji said.
"What?" she asked genuinely confused.
"I said I thought Magritt Oil owned this place." Bunji restated quickly, slipping his arms into the robe.
Shere laughed, "My daddy is an executive," She looked away a moment and then back at Bunji with a hint of red on her cheeks. "You have drool on your chin."
Bunji wiped his mouth, and then looked at the glass and wiped that also. "Its sweat," he stammered, "I just got outa the sauna."
"Oh, ok." Shere stared down into the pool area. "See that guy there, he is my boyfriend."
"The tall one in the white suit," Bunji said, anxious.
"No silly!" Shere smiled, "That one by the five foot marker."
"With the white shit on his face and the cukes on his eyes?" asked Bunji.
"He has to maintain his skin." Shere explained, "Facials are very good for you."
"Yeah," Bunji snickered, "I've given a few in my time."
"I know what that means, and it's really gross." Shere snapped.
Bunji looked down at her and smiled apologetically. "Sorry..."
"The tall man is his friend Lee." Shere said.
"That piece of-/I mean/ the tall guy is Balladbird Lee." Bunji looked again, closer this time. Wet black hair snaked loose over his boney shoulders and when he turned Bunji got a clear view of the face. Yes, it was the same in the picture given to him two nights before.
"I think he's cute." Shere said.
"If you like that sort of thing..." Bunji said.
"I'm a girl, what else am I supposed to like." Shere laughed, punching Bunji's arm. Bunji's eyes went wide and he glared at her. She just hit me... Shere was too busy gawking below to notice Bunji's ire. "He's way too thin though."
"You ask me, he looks very flexible," Bunji said, the corner of his mouth inched left, and staring at Lee'schest made him hungry for chocolate.
"What?" Shere asked.
"Huh?" Bunji asked back.
"You said something about biting little dark brown thingies..." Shere said.
"Nah that wasn't me," Bunji said quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. Shere noted they were only ones in the hall. She watched this man inch closer to the glass as Lee bent over to dry his feet, and it dawned, making her smile.
"You want to go down there with me?"
"What?" Bunji asked.
"I'm going down there now," Shere smiled wide, "I can introduce you."
"To what," Bunji asked.
"To Lee silly," Shere took his arm but Bunji pulled away.
Bunji said, "I ain't queer."
"Oh." Shere felt horrified. "Sorry..."
Bunji ignored her, wondering how he was going to get a clear shot. I could plug him the locker room...
Suddenly Bunji stepped back and gasped,"He's looking up here."
"Duh," Shere exclaimed, "Don't look away then he'll know you're watching him for sure."
"I ain't watching him!" Bunji shouted.
"I beg to differ." Shere said, hand on hip.
"You can beg all you want, I ain't watching him on purpose." Bunji cried.
"Just wave and smile." Shere grabbed Bunji's elbow and tried to act casual. "Hi Lee." She said through her fake smile.
"Huh.../yo how you doin.../" Bunji imitated her stance, waving his hand.
Lee stared perplexed before tentatively waving back.
Shere and Bunji relaxed when Lee turned away, but the scene below changed so much so the pair stepped back from the glass in horror. Bunji retched, crunching his face up into a mask of complete disgust and Shere puckered up as if she just tasted a lemon wedge.
Bob Poundmax entered the pool area.
"OH MY GOD!" Bunji shouted.
"Oh ew ew ew." Shere flapped her hands about as if she were going to take flight.
"I could've lived my entire life without seeing that!" Bunji exclaimed.
Within the folds of his distended belly fragments were what appeared to be a blue Speedo peeking out as he lumbered between Lee and the pool. His large breasts swayed to and fro and his belly bounced as he positioned his feet on the concrete before cannon-balling in.
"Oh lord," Shere grimaced, she turned back to the man, but he was gone. She paced the hall searching for him but he was gone. Unable to find him she shrugged her shoulders and walked down to the pool.
Bunji stood packed within a long empty locker, and through large grills in the door he observed the men's changing room where an hour before the target arrived waited over. Bunji set him in his sights; kill point perfectly aligned, until the index finger pressed in against the trigger suddenly let up. His willowy target sat down on the bench, and once certain he was alone, held his face in his hands and began to sob uncontrollably.
I can save him for another day I suppose, thought Bunji, after all, he is Target number 2.
Gynocrat - 2005
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