"Hah, look at this little guy! I think he likes you, Mykah." Pete held up the little stone figurine of a tribal man, hunched over and grabbing his oversized erection.
"Oh," exclaimed Mykah, staring rather blankly at the rough stone figurine.
"I think I'll keep him for the heck of it," said Pete, pocketing the figure. As soon as it was out of sight Mykah seemed to recover a bit. With cheeks slightly flushed, she stammered out a quick, breathless retort.
"Yeah, well...at least he knows what to do with it." Realizing what she had said, she pushed on quickly. "Well, it looks like this might be what's causing all the problems here."
She held up a dark, ancient plate, with hands protected by the very obvious purple neutralizing gloves. Pete and Mykah were in an old museum, disused and forgotten by the sleepy town it was in. Artie had sent them in to recover an artifact that was causing people in the town to literally eat themselves to death.
Pete dropped the plate into the containment bag. "Now fattyville will have to hit the gym."
"Hmmm," Mykah responded off-hand. Her mind was running away, thinking about Pete working out. She shook her head, as if to clear it. "Ew!"
"I know, right? Fatties--yegh! Let's get this blue plate special on back to Artie. Speaking of which, I'm hungry. I could eat. How about you?"
"You could eat me." Mykah's eyes went round as she realized what she had said. Luckily, her back was turned to Pete as they were making their way out. She quickly played it off without pausing.
"Hah, yeah! Well--wait, what?" Pete stammered, latching on to what was just said.
"Nothing, let's go!" Mykah could almost hear Pete's mind cooking up a snarky retort.
"Did you just say I could ea--"
"No!"
"Alright," Pete opened the door for Mykah. "I'm thinking fish tacos sound A-mazing. Yep!" He grinned as she shot him an icy glare in passing.
They made their way back to the warehouse after a boring flight. Mykah had been struggling with her thoughts the whole way, which were becoming increasingly perverse. She had decided it was best not to say much, until she could get back to Lena's, draw a hot bath, and
work out
this tension. The thought kept making her wet, and she'd wondered if Pete had slipped her some type of lady Viagra, as a joke. That would be just like him to do that, she thought.
"Hey Artie, we brought you a collector's plate," Pete said jokingly, as they entered into the warehouse office. Artie was sitting at his desk, fiddling with the ancient looking computer. Claudia sat across the room, working on one of her machines.
"You know what to do," Artie stated in his normal, non-interested tone of voice, while pointing at the warehouse door behind him.
"Yes, massah!" Pete shambled toward the door.
"Oh, hold up, I have to grab something out there. I'll come with," said Claudia.
"Let's do it!" Pete said, opening up the door and following Claudia in.
Pete's comment stirred a storm of naughty mental images in Mykah's head, and she felt another urge to get home. It was getting worse. Lost in thought, she wondered if she'd even make it to the bath, possibly forcing her to bust out her plastic 'friend' as soon as she got in the room.
Artie looked up at her, as she was running all of this through her mind.
"Are you okay?"
"Hm? Oh...yeah, thanks. I just need to get home and take care of something."
"If you need any help, let me know. I can always give you a ride." Another storm of mental images nearly caused her to collapse. "I could use a blowjob."
Mykah stopped and gasped, shaking her head. "WHAT?!" she responded, eyes wide.
Artie had a momentary look of confusion on his face, as he looked up at her. "I said, you did a good job."
"Oh! Well, thanks." Mykah's eyes were far off as she was wrestling with her thoughts.
"I want to feel your breasts," Artie stated.
"Ex-excuse me?!"
"I'm saying that you look like you could use a rest. Be it far from me to tell you--"