Anon World Order part 4 [Lewd] (Dazzlings) - by Uh-hmmm
> Adagio waits restlessly as you finish washing the last dish > "You can swim, right?" > You dry off your hands "Yes?" > "Good. I have planned an... outing of sorts. It will be nice to go outside, don't you think?" "Sure, some fresh air will be good." > She seems put off by your indifferent attitude > Nevertheless, she leans in close, gripping the collar of your shirt in her fist > Her voice is low and honeyed, sweetly hinting at violence of an intensely personal sort > "Don't even think about escaping. There's nowhere you can go that we can't find you." "Why would I distance myself from this?" > You punctuate your response with a kiss on her lips, your hand cupping her jaw > For a moment, she presses back, her mouth beginning to open > Then her eyes widen and she pulls away > "Y-you kissed me!" "How observant." > Ah, she's angry now > "Why did you kiss me?" > If you had to put into words, "Because I wanted to." > Adagio brings a hand to her lips, staring at you with wary eyes > "This is too easy, you're planning something." > You shrug "Not really. Shall we go?" > She grabs your wrist, not softly, but not firmly either > As she leads you from the room, she says, > "I'll be watching you." "That's one of your endearing traits." > She gives you a frustrated, conflicted look, then pulls you along faster > You emerge into the parking lot of a small motorcade > One of the many black SUV's has its doors open, and you see Aria and Sonata waiting impatiently > At Adagio's urging, you clamber into the middle back seat, pleasantly sandwiched between her and Aria > Aggravated Eggplant pokes you > "What took you so long?" > You glance sidelong at Orangy "Adagio was just explaining some things to me." > Aria takes one look at her leader, and lets it drop > The motorcade starts up, and relative silence reigns > Until Sonata starts pretending to shoot people with her fingers, going "Pew pew!" each time > The destination turns out to be a clothing outlet > Sonata merrily drags you to the mens' swimwear section > There she holds up two speedos > "What do you think, leopard print thong or pure white man panties?" "Boxers, definitely." > Aria creeps up behind you, whispering in your ear > "Oh we can't have that. It would be a shame to cover up that scrumptious rump of yours." > You look to Adagio, the last bastion of decency > In retrospect, that may have been a bad choice > "Oh, the leopard is very you, Anon. So shameless and predatory." > Yeah, definitely a mistake > Bluey presses it into your hands > "Try it on! For me?" > You look down at the scrap of cloth in your hands, and sigh "Alright, just give me a moment." > You close the changing room door, and begin to disrobe > When you set your boxers aside, Aria calls out, > "I know you're used to masturbating into things like this, but restrain your urges." > You feel odd, being naked and hearing her say such things > As you reluctantly put on your speedo, you notice that Anon Jr is up for the fitting > Stupid boner > You check yourself out in the mirror > The speedo is tight > Probably too tight > You open the door "What do you think, ladies?" > They eloquently say nothing > You turn slightly, giving them a profile view > Sonata gives you a thumbs up > "It's very you!" > Aria clenches her hands in the fabric of her pants > "Distracting." > Adagio runs off, and returns with a pair of black swimming shorts > She holds them out towards you, averting her eyes > "I may have spoken in haste." > Sonata whines a little as you return to the changing room > Aria just mumbles something about honey > When you emerge, Bluey just shakes her head > "It's just not the same, Anon." > Aria tugs a little at the waistband > "Could be a little tighter, I think." > Adagio pulls you away > "I think we are quite done here." > You glance back at the changing room as you leave > Eh, you can get more clothes back home > Miss Dazzle seems to relax as the four of you enter the building > You don't say much, just meekly follow them to a large atrium in the complex > The afternoon sun shines down on an Olympic size swimming pool, littered with inflatable items of all sizes > You set your hands on your hips "I'll just wait here while everyone changes?" > Sonata promptly shimmies out of her clothes > "Nope, I'm already in my swimsuit!" > She shakes her bikini clad bottom for emphasis > The other two just roll their eyes > Aria walks away, saying, > "Just don't drown him before we get back." > Bluey watches them go with intent eyes > Then she slowly twirls in place > "So~, what do you think?" "It's very blue." > It was, perhaps closer to indigo > She pouts "And very you." > Sonata seems a bit happier about that, and leans forward > Your eyes are drawn to her cleavage, only lightly bound by the shaped band around her chest > "In what way~?" "It's very expressive." > "Hmmm..." "and arousing." > She straightens up suddenly, delightedly watching your eyes go up and down > "Good answer~." > Sonata takes long, languid steps towards you, her fulsome hips swaying > "Are" > "You" > "Ready" > "To" > She grips the waistband of your shorts with both hands, a devilish grin on her face > "SWIM?" > Bluey heaves you onto her shoulder, staggers backwards, then deliberately drops you into the water > Your surface after a brief struggle to reorient yourself > Bluey is on her back, holding her stomach as peals of laughter ring out > That laughter turns to shrieks as you splash her with the pool water > She retreats behind a pool chair > "So you think the water is your ally?" > Sonata dashes out from behind the chair and vaults over your head, tucking her arms and legs into a cannonball > You bring your arms up in front of your face just in time, though you still get splashed pretty thoroughly > The siren rises from the deep with a predatory grin, and her bikini top floating several inches above where it should be "Ah, Sonata, your, ah, swimsuit..." > She looks down, shrugs, then right back at you > "All the more advantage for me!" > Bluey arms are a blur as she sends great sheets of water your way > It's all you can do to back away and send your amateurish splashes her way > You deeply regret your choices, wishing you could see clearly again > Then you hear someone clear their throat > Sonata stops immediately, and you a moment after > She has done nothing to fix the state of her swimwear, so you don't turn around > The voice behind you says, > "A water fight, Sonata? And you didn't invite us?" > Bluey finally fixes her top, and so you turn around > Legs > You look up > You are granted a vision of yellow underboob, bound by a purple string bikini > Sonata chuckles nervously > "It just sorta happened." > Aria slips into the water nearby, in a black thong and what you are pretty sure is a wide leather belt across her breasts > "You know, we finally have even numbers. How about Sonata and I against you two?" > Adagio slides in beside you > "We accept." > What follows is a whole lot of growling, splashing, and "accidental" wardrobe malfunctions on all sides > You climb out of the pool, breathing heavily > The pool chair is comfortable, and the sun is warm on your skin > The girls find their own resting places > Adagio chooses a nearby pool chair, turning it to face you > As she settles back and brings her arms behind her head, you appreciate the effort > Sonata drapes herself along a large inflatable dolphin, her ponytail clinging decadently down her back > Aria lays out a towel on your other side, and lays face down on it > She unbuckles her top and lays her head on her crossed arms > Honestly, you don't know where to put your eyes, so you settle on cycling through the options > At length, Bluey turns her head and sees you > "Oh, I just had an idea! Why don't we go camping tomorrow?" > Adagio glances aside wryly > "We can have Anon set up the tent." "Haha, very funny." > Sonata raises herself up a bit > "No, I'm serious! I mean, nice boner Anon, but I want to go camping for realsies!" > Aria doesn't even look up > "Go pretend to be homeless on your own time." > Orangy sighs > "It's not a bad idea, Aria. If we want to do it tomorrow, we should start planning today. Anon, you work with Sonata on the food, I'll handle the tents, and-" > Deep Purple interrupts > "I'm in charge of setting things on fire." > Adagio frowns > "Very well." > Bluey grins > "Oh, I see. Adagio handles the tents~." > You wink at Colonel Mustard "Want to get started right now?" > She pinches the bridge of her nose > "Idiots, I'm surrounded by oversexed idiots."