“Aha! So this is why the ogres have become so brutal of late!” Kram cried. “Driven to it by a blasphemous fiend! Today, it ends—we will put a stop to your tyranny!”
“It’s necro-bashin’ time,” Barxes taunted, hefting his two-handed axe.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Asaleth said.
Ashley excused herself to the second-floor bathroom; the downstairs one was right off the main room and she had a shy bladder. Once they were confident she was out of earshot, Logan immediately gave DJ the third degree. “Dude, I can’t believe you’re not tapping that! That girl is hella stacked, pretty face, got that pale kinda-goth without being too-goth, ya know? She’s even willing to play D&D with you—that’s a rare breed, Deej.”
“Be nice if she was more interested in playing than she was in making you two morons drool over her,” Derek said snidely. “It’s been five hours and we haven’t even finished the dungeon part yet.”
“Screw you, man—we finally have a third player and it’s a big-titted hottie who gets off on being an in-character slut. Don’t you fuckin’ dare ruin this for me,” Logan said hotly.
DJ was just about to ask him what had ever happened between him and Rachael—if he could just find the words to bring it up without directly calling attention to the fact that their hookup had only happened because the spanking had gotten her so turned on she’d practically dragged Logan into her bed.
Then, before he could manage it, the front door open and in Rachael came with her usual Saturday night load of laundry. Cute Rachael, Derek’s skinny little sister, a college freshman with her pixie-like face, perky little breasts and impossibly tight butt. Having seen it bare and reddened just made it impossible not to picture it as soon as he saw her. DJ blushed without realizing it.
“Hey guys—don’t mind me. I’m just here to bum laundry. Oh, hey DJ. Long time no see. Hi, Logan.” Her tone towards DJ had been pleasant, friendly even; when she turned to Logan, it was pure ice.
“Heya Rachael,” he said awkwardly. “How’s things? How’d your mid-terms go?”
“Pretty good—mostly A’s, couple B’s.”
“Couple B’s—just like you, Rach,” Logan said impishly. He was the only one who laughed. Derek glared at him for the reference to his sister’s boobs, and Rachael just rolled her eyes and made for the washing machine and started loading her whites. Her frosty demeanor told DJ everything he needed to know about whether or not things had gone anywhere with Logan after their impromptu hook-up.
Ashley came back downstairs a moment later. “Hey Ash, this is Rachael, Derek’s little sister. She’s a freshman this year.”
“Oh hey—I’m Ashley,” she said, smiling brightly as Rachael did in turn. “DJ’s told me so much about you.”
Rachael’s smile faltered as she took Ashley’s meaning, and she blushed. Derek slugged his friend’s arm irritably. “You told her about that? Fucking hell, man—don’t spread that shit around. I haven’t been going around telling people I have a friend with a weird super power.”
“Sorry,” DJ apologized. “I didn’t tell anyone else. I won’t. Sorry, Rachael.”
“Damn shame—it’s a good story,” Ashley said, settling back in at the table. “Even if certain aspects of it appear to have been exaggerated.”
Rachael’s eyes narrowed as she turned away from the washer to face them. “And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“C’mon, ladies—leave her alone, Ashley. I feel bad enough as it is, OK? Let’s just get back to the game, OK?”
“Fine with me,” Ashley said, ignoring the glare Rachael let linger on the back of her head before she went back to her laundry.
“Let those words be your last!” cried the necromancer as he prepared a spell. Lightning arced from his finger tips at the heroes, who dove for cover and only narrowly evaded the attack. A pitched battle ensued as the warriors tried to hack their way through his stone-like protective spell, then tried to sort out which one of a group of identical illusory images was the real necromancer.
Barxes and Asaleth were grievously wounded and Kram hurt more than a little, but it was their foe who lie dead on the floor of the cave at battle’s end. Kram used the last of his gifts of Asterius to restore health to his comrades before remembering the captive bound on the fallen necromancer’s altar. The holy knight rushed to the altar and severed her bonds with his knife. She was alive! In fact, aside from her fright and a little bruising from her captivity, she was in good health.
“So is she hot?” Logan asked.
“We know she’s not rich, unless she’s slumming with that Haskar guy,” Ashley quipped.
“Yeah, she’s attractive—long brown hair, healthy tan, pretty face, nice body,” Derek said.
“Say,” Ashley said, looking over to Rachael where she was sitting on the couch killing time on her phone. “Do you wanna join us? You could play Vylyra.”
Rachael had been listening enough to note that the offer came immediately following the flattering NPC’s description, and interpreted the invitation as an olive branch after Ashley’s bitchy insinuation earlier. “Oh, it’s cool—I don’t really know the game. Thanks though.” She smiled, mollified.
“Oh, c’mon, I didn’t know it either—it’s easy. Come on, hang out with us.” She smiled sweetly. Something about Ashley and her sweet smile tickled something in the back of DJ’s mind.
“Well… oh sure, what the hell,” Rachael relented, coming over to the table and sliding a chair on the opposite side of the table from Logan with a certain deliberateness.
“She’s not really an adventuring type,” Derek said. “I don’t have stats for her. Besides, we’re mostly done—just gotta turn in the quest and get XP.”
“Well if there’s no more fighting it won’t be a big deal if she doesn’t have stats. Besides, if she needs them, you guys are pros—I’m sure you can help her fake it,” Ashley said. So they did, and after a short bit of catch-up to fill in Rachael on the happenings, they resumed.
“Thank you ever so much for rescuing me,” Vylyra said in a lilting, melodious voice.
“It was nothing, fair lady,” Kram said gallantly, offering her his arm to steady her. She accepted graciously.
“Wow, you know, Vylyra, you are way too hot to be with a loser like Haskar, if you don’t mind my saying so,” said Asaleth.
Vylyra giggled self-consciously. “Oh, well, I’m sure he’s not so bad once you get to know him.”
“No, I’m serious—you’re top quality goods, doll face, a total babe—you belong with somebody more your calibre. Somebody like my man Kram, here—now Kram, he’s all man.”
“Half man, half orc,” Barxes said, barking a laugh.
“All man where it counts,” Asaleth retorted.
“This base line of banter is most perverse,” Kram chastised. “I should like to hear no more of it.”
“Oh fine,” Asaleth said. She waited until the paladin turned his back, then she sent her magical tendrils of manipulation into his mind, charming him once more!