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Lost Pirates 2 - Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2019-02-10 12:45:48 +0000 UTC
Arriving at the Seattle Center by monorail had always been a fun experience for Frank, bringing him back to his childhood. He distinctly remembered a time with his parents, exiting the building to find a light snow starting to fall. It had been chilly as fuck, but his mom had—in spite of his dad being in a rush and saying no—insisted on grabbing one of those soft ginger cookies and a cup of warm spiced cider from the bakery at the end of the first block. They passed two Starbucks on opposite corners on the way, but his mother had the perfect place in mind. And it had been.
When Frank stopped at that same spot to find it was a store selling swords and guns his first thought was that it looked badass, his second thought was anger. Somehow changing time had fucked with the place that had the best damn ginger cookies ever made.
“This needs to be fixed,” he said, pushing on, faster now.
It couldn’t get much worse than that, he figured. But when the explosions sounded down the street, he shuddered.
“They even have fighting in the streets,” Rose said. “Probably pirate duels, or battles for the fun of it.”
Cheering followed, leaving us all confused. We headed that way and first we saw the crowd, then the massive balloons of Vikings and pirates, the floats, the people walking in the middle of the street shooting at the sky.
“A parade.” Frank chuckled, but noticed the confused look from Keisha and Esmerelda. “Basically, some sort of celebration. That’s all.”
Seeing it all brought back memories of parades as a child, often going with his grandpa when his own parents had been too busy. He remembered vividly the music, the way the pirates would come by and toss out candy and their shouts of “Arrr”. One memory stuck out of him clutching his grandpa’s coat, and covering his eyes when he’d been scared, but the large man had gently coaxied him out of it. That day Frank’s grandpa had told him he was there for him, that he’d protect him from the scary pirates.
Frank laughed about it now, glancing at his grandma and thinking how ironic it was that this was now her there with him at a pirate parade. Ironic and sad, he realized with a sigh, wishing his grandpa could’ve been there as well.
As the first wave of the parade turned into a line of men and women carrying parrots, Frank figured it was time to move on. He was starting to turn away from it, when he froze, eyes on a magazine stand. There on the cover of one of the publications was none other than Rick the Dick. Although, the magazine referred to him as “Rick Draper: The Man with a Plan.” Rick picked it up, quickly skimming to find the article he wanted.
Apparently, in this world Rick was a businessman who’d started a high-tech company capable of creating all manner of prosthetics, helping millions. The man was said, in this article, to have been the mastermind behind the technology that made it all possible. It even said he was working on the next big thing, though didn’t mention what that was.
Frank lowered the magazine, looking at the building next to the Space Needle, slightly behind it with a tall roof that arched almost like a sail on a ship. It was the same as the magazine. The headquarters of Rick’s business.
“He’s right there,” Frank shouted to be heard over the cheers of the crowd as the parade continued.
“What?” Esmerelda was the closest at this point, the other two having moved forward to get a better view of the show. Frank frowned, stepping over to see that they were watching a display by a group that looked like old Vikings, bashing their round shields while a couple in the middle put on a fake fight.
Except, then blood splattered and the crowd cheered. It could’ve been fake blood. A show. But when one of the men staggered away, collapsing and not getting back up, that possibility didn’t seem so likely. Fuck, first no gingerbread, and now this?
“Come on,” Frank said, nudging Esmerelda and taking Keisha with her arm in his. “Now’s the time to move, while everyone’s distracted.
“But we don’t know where—” Esmerelda started, stopping when he pointed. “There? How?”
Frank held up the magazine, then realized he hadn’t paid for it. He glanced back to see the guy at the magazine stand coming for them, a sword raised.
“Shit, run!”
“Just give it back,” Rose said as they turned the first corner.
“Too late, plus, this is good intel here.” He showed her the image of Rick, then pulled them into a shopping center, the group moving back toward one of the clothing stores. To him it was nothing out of the ordinary, but Keisha’s head was turning in every direction in awe. Even Rose looked amazed.
“What is this place…?” Esmerelda asked.
“Costumes, kinda,” Frank said. “You’ ain’t seen nothing yet.”
He figured a change of clothes couldn’t hurt, especially if they wanted to be inconspicuous. And meanwhile, they could hide out here and figure out a plan. When the coast was clear, they started looking for clothing options.
“Why’s he in Seattle?” Rose asked, frowning. “Only one reason I can think of.”
“He knew we were from this area, and set up a trap.”
She nodded. “Exactly.”
“A fact that doesn’t negate our need for the compass,” Esmerelda cut in.
“And at this point, he likely has sketches out to his guards, or some way of showing them what we look like.” Frank held up a jacket that very much reminded him of Teddy.
“Not that one,” Esmerelda said with a look of disgust. “Not if you want these lips on your cock anytime soon.”
He laughed. “I’d take the jacket off, first.”
She turned, looking through other clothing nearby as if the discussion was over. Frank put the jacket back, rejoining in the search. But he found himself being drawn to look at the magazine again, skimming the article, wondering again how the hell everything had gotten so messed up.
Rose and Keisha were looking for an outfit for Rose, something less red. Esmerelda held up some shirts and pants, and Frank nodded over to the changing room, explaining what it was for. She waited for him to enter first, then followed with her stash of clothing.
“It’s not really stealing, right?” Frank undid his old shirt, going for the commercial, fake one instead. “I mean, we’re going to change all this, fix time. So in that sense…”
“True.” She faced him, smiled, and undid the lace of her shirt before pulling it up and over her head. Her perky breasts exposed, Frank froze. He glanced around, at the mirror on one side, then the other—creating the effect of numerous versions of Esmerelda and those perfect tits.
“What—er, what’re you doing?” he asked.
“Simply changing.” She stepped forward, grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling his face into her chest. “You know, seeing what clothes fit.”
At that last word, she reached into his pants, feeling his hardening cock. “Ooh, I think this one will fit just right.”
He wasn’t fighting this one bit. If she wanted him in the dressing room, who was he to argue. Taking her breasts in his hands, he pressed his lips to her upper left breast, then ran his tongue down to her nipple.
“I’m not sure we have time for this.” He kept going though, unable to stop himself.
She licked her lips, breath halting for a brief moment. “We’ll be quick.”
“I can make that work.” He started hiking up her skirt.
She swatted his hand away, grinning as she knelt. “No time for that. Just you. Right here.”
With a nervous glance at the slit in the door—only wide enough for someone to see them if they were to press their face up against it—he gulped, and nodded. As if she needed permission. She was already undoing his pants, fingers running through his pubes, caressing the base of his cock, then pulling it out and stroking it. On the second stroke, her mouth joined her hand, first a tongue flick, playing with him, then lips moving around the head of his cock. She pulled back slightly, letting her lower lip slide along him, then dove in, taking as much as she could handle.
He nearly toppled over with the pleasure, hands grabbing her head for balance and accidentally causing her to go further, gagging. She pulled back with a cough and wild look in her eyes.
A knock on the door preceded a woman’s voice. “Is everything okay in there?”
“Yes, just… the pants are a little tight,” Frank replied.
“Oh, I can bring you a bigger size. Just hang them over the door.”
Esmerelda glared up at him, then mouthed, “Tight?”
He shrugged. “Um, I’ll probably find another color anyway. Thank you, though.”
“If you need anything, just holler.” It sounded like the lady was walking off.
“Sorry,” Frank said.
Esmerelda hesitated a moment, rotated her neck, then said, “For that, I’m going to give you a sound beating.” Her hand started working him again, this time harder, faster. It almost hurt, except then she suddenly had him in her mouth, hands reaching around to grab his ass and pull him into it, working the motion. She did this a bit and then pulled back, gasping for breath and stroking him again while keeping the top half of his cock in her mouth.
He put out a hand for the wall this time, nor wanting to ruin the moment, and had no sooner found a stable position than he felt his cock surging, his abs cramping, and a tingling sensation running up his spine. His next breath came out halting, his eyes closing. His legs nearly gave out as he came in her mouth, and again as she didn’t let up. The orgasm ran its course and then seemed to hit again, so that this time he had to brace against the wall.
Esmerelda swallowed, gave it one last lick, and then blew him a kiss before standing and giving it a nice pat.
“Good boy.”
“Shit,” he whispered, barely able to talk in the excitement. “Good fucking girl.”
“Hey, had to get you back for the crow’s nest, right?”
Frank’s grin at the memory of fingering her atop the pirate ship couldn’t be hidden. “I’d say you did, and then some.”
She chuckled. “Of course, now the lady out there’s paying attention this way… What do we do?”
“Offer to sew clothes to pay for this stuff or… run for it.”
“I say the latter. Pirates, after all.”
Frank was about to make a valid point, which was regarding the fact that pirates were everywhere, so this world was probably quite used to the idea of shoplifting. But she was already grabbing the clothes, turning to throw the door open, and saying, “Go!”
Fuck. His cock was still hanging out! A couple walking past glanced over, froze with jaws dropping, and Frank ran. Dammit, what else could he do? He grabbed clothes in one hand, holding them over his crotch for privacy, and took off after Esmerelda.
“Get out of here,” Esmerelda called out to Keisha and Rose, who were only just now turning to see what was happening.
“Shit!” Rose shouted, then grabbed a vase of flowers from the checkout counter and threw it.
A loud crack resounded around the room, and I turned to see that the shopkeeper had fired a pistol. It only missed because that vase had hit her arm, but she hadn’t dropped her gun. She went to fire again, but that was the last image Frank saw before throwing himself around the corner after his ladies, all of them scrambling to get out of there. Sure, they could’ve drawn on her and probably even taken her down, but they wanted to take some clothes, nothing more. They certainly didn’t want to kill someone in the process.
To their relief, they found a hallway for the restrooms that also had an exit, and soon they were out of there, at the rear of the shopping center.
“I didn’t know you were so crazy,” Frank grunted, catching up with Esmerelda and pausing to tuck away his now limp cock.
“What’s going on here?” Keisha asked as she turned to see what he was doing.
“Ah, no,” Rose said, apparently there too. “I can’t unsee that.”
“Hey, I just…” No, I had nothing to say to that. Instead, I nodded at the clothes. “We got outfits. Let’s get to work.”
To Frank’s relief, nobody said another word about our strange shoplifting experience.
