"I'm Not Just a Sniper"
Part 8
By
SeeD martial artist Zell Dincht sits
on his couch, "Where are you and Pa goin', Ma?"
The boy's mother walks in with two
suitcases, "We're only going to Deling City for a convention, son. I was glad Miss Trepe gave you the week
off. That invasion took alot out of
you, I bet. I never thought your
friends Raijin and Fujin would try to take over this city."
Zell grins, "Yeah, well.. what
can I do? It's a mini-vacation to me. Hey!
They were never my friends!"
Ma Dincht finishes packing,
"Okay... Okay... There's plenty of food in the refrigerator,
if you need to go back to Garden, please let us know and turn on the house
alarms before leaving, okay?"
"No prob! Can I have friends over?"
She looks at him, "Well... All right.
But NO parties. And don't forget,
the neighbors want you to look after Big Boy Thursday night."
"Okay Ma...." Zell sighs,
not really fond of the Big Bad Boy. Ma
leans down and kisses his cheek, "Be good Zell."
"I will," Zell grins
widely.
"And be careful..." Ma
walks out the door and gives her bags to Pa, who waves to his son, "We'll
be back next week! Take care!"
Zell waves back,
"Okay!" He watches them leave... "BOOYA!!!"
One day later....
Zell finishes training and decides
to go out for a walk. As he strolls
around Balamb's weapon shop, he sees a little newspaper stand with free
flyers. Zell shrugs, "Damn porn....." Soon his curiosity gets the best of him and
he takes a brochure from the stand. "Deling
Escort Service... Hmmmm..." He
takes it home with him.
"This is all guys..." Zell
flips through it, "And they're..hot..." He laughs to himself,
flipping to a page with a cute Trabian blonde... and on the facing page, an
eye-catching ad for a cowboy escort.
"Hmmm...?" He reads
the ad:
GALBADIAN
DREAM COWBOY
"HE'S
BARELY LEGAL!"
"Let me
ride you all night long!"
Zell raises an eyebrow, "Man...
he's cute. But I bet it's all done with
airbrush and he's like fifty pounds heavier.
But..." He stuffs the
brochure into his jacket and walks back home.
"This guy looks familiar... but man.... he's gorgeous...." The spunky blonde feels himself getting
harder. He gets up to his room to study
the picture. The cowboy is kneeling on the
bed, wearing nothing but a thong and black chaps. His cowboy hat covers his face except for a beautiful smile. "I shouldn't... It's illegal... but
man...to have someone like him to pleasure.. Mmmm..." Against his better judgment
he calls the number listed on the page.
/"Hello, Deling Escort Service,
how may I help you?"/
"Hi. I was interested in hiring the Galbadian cowboy."
/"Excellent choice sir. He's one of our most requested escorts. He has the face and body of a male
model."/
"Really...? How much?"
/"He's eight hundred gil an
hour."/
"(Damn...!!) Okay. Does that include everything?"
/"For the hour, yes. If you want him overnight, he's ten thousand
gil, for
every eight hours."/
"Are your escorts clean?"
/"Very clean, sir. All of our escorts are routinely checked for
diseases and
hygiene."/
"Okay. Send him over."
/"Yes sir. Will this be cash or credit?"/
"Cash please."
/"Your address?"/
"279 Sandcove lane.. just down
the street from the Balamb Hotel."
/"Okay.... your escort will
arrive in about two hours."/
"Thanks. Bye," Zell hangs up, "I can't
believe I just hired a hooker... a MALE hooker!! Woooo!!!" He bounces around, happy that he managed to
hire him despite being seventeen.
Meanwhile, his escort gets himself
ready after receiving the call. He
slips on some tight grey boxer-briefs, his form-fitting blue jeans, leather
chaps over them, a scantily cut vest that shows
off his male
cleavage, and a long duster over it. He
combs his hair, adorning his ponytail with a "virginal" white
ribbon. He splashes on some cologne and
puts on his necklace and makeup. After
making sure his cherry lip gloss is on right he sneaks out from his hotel room. "Two-seventy-nine Sandcove... That
sounds familiar.." He says to himself when he reaches the house. "Well, he has the cash to put me though
the Garden... I ain't gonna argue with that...." He rings the doorbell and leans himself against the wall, making
sure to present himself in an elegant, yet provacative manner. "Hello... I'm here from the Deling
Service..." He says soothingly.
Zell rushes down, dressed in his favorite
outfit. He checks his spiked hair in the
mirror before opening the door, "Hey.
I...." The smile fades
slowly from his face, "Irvine?"
"Zell?!"
END PART 8