STAY THE NIGHT

Chapter 2: A Passion for Pudding

Author: Rubious

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Wolfwood x Milly

Warnings: Explicit sexual situation, romance, humor, angst, safe sex, food abuse

AU-OOC.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fan fiction and is for entertainment purposes only. Trigun © Yasahiro Nightow. Harry Mudd © Paramount. Sokoke and Korat © Enigma and are used with permission.

 

Note: This is a tale of Wolfwood and Milly’s romantic evening and occurs after “Talk of the Town”. It is a companion piece to the Vash and Meryl centered “Romantic Encounter.”

 

//thoughts//

 

Enjoy the story.

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On a brisk evening in Kasted City that had been filled with unexpected twists, one of which being the emergence of the demure insurance investigator as a provocateur, Nicholas Wolfwood sought to settle down his frazzled nerves so it wouldn’t disrupt his date with the tall brunette, Milly Thompson.

 

The couple was en route to their destination, the Angst Theater, when Wolfwood

politely asked, “Do you mind if I stop for a smoke? I’m sure the theater is a smoke-free zone, so I’d like a cigarette before we get there.”

 

Smiling graciously, she nodded as the handsome man deftly took a cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket and lit it.

 

Inhaling the acrid smoke from the Camel cigarette combined with the cool air helped relax him. The smoker reviewed the evening’s events thus far in his mind, the flirtatious brunette arousing him with a game of footsy, her exhibitionist behavior, and the near-

confrontation with the lascivious restaurateur, Harry Mudd. He hoped the upcoming movie would be a diversion from the seductive assault of his date.

 

Taking a last drag on his cigarette, the dark-haired minister dropped the butt into the street, grinding it under the heel of his polished black boot. The couple resumed their walk to the theater, strolling hand-in-hand.

 

Looking up at the heavens, the woman remarked in a sultry voice, “Mr. Priest, doesn’t the sky remind you of one of the paintings at Mr. Mudd’s restaurant? The stars arranged like precious stones on a dark background.”

 

Wolfwood replied smoothly, “I never really noticed the art because I was captivated by your beauty.” While staring into her sapphire eyes, he flashed a dazzling smile.

 

Privately, he mused about what he hoped would occur later that night. //When tonight is through, you’ll be seeing a lot more than stars, honey. My skillful lovemaking will have you seeing fireworks and purring like a contented cat with a great big bowl of cream.//

 

“Thank you,” she said, accepting the compliment with an innocent yet devious smile. Her strategy of keeping the virile man off-balance was paying dividends so far, but the ultimate effect wouldn’t be achieved until several hours later.

 

Time seemed to pass in a blur while the couple chatted on their way to the multiplex cinema. “Here we are,” the brunette commented, the two of them standing in line at the box office.

 

“With a few minutes to spare,” Wolfwood noted, checking his watch. ‘I hope the movie I mentioned to you earlier isn’t sold out. I really wanted to see it.” A sense of anticipation filled his voice as he scanned the list of films on the marquee above him.

 

The marquee of the Angst Theater, outlined in stripes of red neon, illuminated the darkness, beckoning people to venture within and partake of the cinematic splendor. The renovated movie house was the centerpiece of the entertainment district in Kasted City, which was in the nascent stages of development. Sundry clubs and restaurants had sprung up in the area, hoping to rake in the double-dollars of people’s discretionary income.

 

Within minutes, they reached the box office window. A honey-blonde cashier, her name badge read “Koko”, wore a rather bored expression on her face and sat behind the Plexiglas partition. Stepping to the window, Wolfwood requested, “Two tickets for ‘A Brother’s Sorrow’ please.”

 

“I’m sorry, but we’re not showing that film tonight,” the cashier said matter-of-factly.

 

“Huh?” he responded with a surprised tone, “but it’s listed on the marquee.”

 

“Sir, if you checked today’s movie listings, we’re showing a sneak preview of ‘Scars’.”

 

“Shit,” he muttered, disappointed at not seeing the much-advertised film

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“Let’s see the sneak preview,” Milly suggested, smiling.

 

“Okay. Two for ‘Scars’,” the dissatisfied man said.

 

“I promise you that you’re gonna like this, Mr. Priest,” the brunette commented reassuringly, holding Wolfwood’s arm tightly as they walked into the theater lobby. Any trace of unease he felt was erased by the woman’s ever-present cheerfulness.

 

What the man didn’t know was the movie switch was another part of Milly’s seductive strategy. She had checked the movie listings in the newspaper and saw a small article on “Scars”, a new erotic thriller. She thought it would be the perfect movie to stir up Nicholas Wolfwood’s raging libido.

           

After paying for their tickets, the couple entered the theater’s lobby. From the plush carpeting to the high-beamed ceilings the interior was suffused with a palatial feel. A mural of famous moments in cinematic history decorated one wall, linking the past to the present where on the other walls hung framed posters of coming attractions.

 

Wolfwood strode over to the display of the current attractions, admiring the poster for “A Brother’s Sorrow” where the chiseled visage of the ebony-skinned lead actor stared in defiance. “Too bad we missed this movie tonight. Korat is one tough son of a bitch,” he said.

 

“Maybe we can see it another time,” Milly suggested.

 

“We damn well better,” he snorted.

 

Twenty feet away stood an employee dressed in the company uniform of green shirt and khaki pants behind the velvet rope cordon, tearing ticket stubs and directing patrons to the different theaters. The chestnut-haired usher smiled, his forest eyes emotionless, took the couple’s tickets, and handed back the stubs. “’Scars’ is in Theater Two on your left, sir,” he said in an overly polite voice, bowing slightly.

 

Wolfwood nodded in acknowledgment.

 

“That’s a cute button,” Milly remarked, admiring the white dragon-shaped button that read “Dragon Voice coming soon” pinned to the usher’s lapel that caught her attention.

 

“Thank you. Enjoy the show,” the usher replied as the man and woman passed.

 

Moving into the darkened auditorium, Wolfwood asked his date, “Milly, where would you like to sit?”

 

“How about over there?” she replied, pointing to a row near the back of the theater.

 

After sitting down in their seats, the dark-haired man was relieved that the alcohol in his system and the exercise had tempered his arousal. If it had continued, he would’ve had a sticky situation in his pants and they would require dry cleaning. But imbibing the beers was causing an immediate need to use the facilities. “Would you like anything from the concession stand?” He asked respectfully.

 

“A ginger ale and some popcorn, please,” Milly replied sweetly.

 

Music played over the auditorium’s speakers. “That was ‘Datenshi Blue’ by Lucifer,” an announcer intoned when Wolfwood returned a few minutes later with a tub of buttered popcorn and two cold drinks. He handed her the popcorn and a medium ginger ale.

 

“Thank you,” she said before nibbling on a handful of popcorn. “Would you like some, Mr. Priest?” with a trace of sultriness in her voice.

 

Wolfwood answered, “Not this second.” Maroon velvet curtains parted to reveal various announcements and commercials before the trailers aired as the auditorium lights dimmed, leaving the room in darkness.

 

The film’s beginning was fast-paced, keeping the preacher’s attention riveted to the screen lest he miss any critical plot twists. After taking a sip of the cola, he replaced the ice-cold drink between his legs, thankful that the cup’s position negated any stimulation by the tempting woman seated next to him.

 

 

Halfway through the feature, a very suggestive scene began where a curly-haired redheaded bombshell had arranged a meeting with her superior with the premise of persuading him to change his decision on altering the company’s uniforms. The reality of the ruse was financial and political blackmail.

 

//This is the scene I’ve been waiting for. I’m pretty sure he’ll be rock-hard during this part. And the movie’s got a ways to go.// Milly glanced sideways at the man beside her, who shifted in his seat as the scene unfolded.

 

Someone in the audience shouted, “Hell yeah!” at the action taking place in the film, followed by several irate voices shushing the obnoxious moviegoer.  Wolfwood nodded, but his body was agreeing with the loud patron’s reaction to the movie.

 

On the screen, the stunning secretary, clad in stiletto heels, lavender thigh-high stockings, and a matching bustier and panties was deriving great pleasure at keeping her boss, an older bearded man with graying hair at the temples, in a compromising position. Straddling his bare chest, she snickered at his predicament, the danger posed by having the incriminating photos she had taken of him and his mistress in a hidden tryst released. Political scandal would ensue and in the midst of his brother’s election campaign, the timing couldn’t have been worse.

 

Stripped to his tiger-striped boxer shorts and black socks, the frightened man quivered on the king-size bed, embarrassed at the arousal he was feeling for the blackmailer, who was bathed in the sensuous glow of the dozens of candles lit in the darkened penthouse suite.

 

“Naughty man, you’re getting turned on by this,” the manipulative employee snarled.

Rocking her shapely form against the man’s clothed crotch, she laughed at him. As perspiration dripped from his sweaty forehead, an unsolicited moan escaped from his lips. The man was emotionally paralyzed, realizing he couldn’t do anything to risk losing his high-paying, high-ranking government position and publicly humiliate himself and his family.

 

“You’ll receive payment instructions via e-mail. You’ll have twenty-four hours to comply with our demands,” she stated coolly, getting off of the bed and putting on an overcoat.

 

As she exited the room, the man called out, “What about the uniforms?”

 

“You’re such an idiot. It was just a ruse to get you here. How did a loser like you get this job?” the redhead replied, with a smug and satisfied look on her face as she flounced out of the penthouse.

 

 

Nicholas Wolfwood’s imagination was shifting into overdrive as the evocative scene played on the screen. //That guy sure was whipped, getting pushed around by a broad. Man, I’d love to screw that babe all night long. But…//

 

The fantasizing man closed his eyes, deliberately allowing his daydreaming to assume control over his thoughts.

 

In his inner sanctum, Nicholas Wolfwood sat in his favorite chair like a king on a royal throne. Milly, silhouetted against the crackling fire in the hearth, carried in the tray of sinful desserts and knelt near him on the lush carpeting, placing the tray on the ottoman between them. Her dazzling smile beguiled him, but the sight of her exquisite form from the pink nipples on her bodacious breasts to the slenderness of her long legs intoxicated him like an opium haze as Milly shrugged off the electric blue silk robe that matched her eyes, letting it fall quietly. “Mr. Priest, do you like what you see,” she asked timidly.

 

“Definitely,” Wolfwood replied confidently, his hardness yearning for release. His lustful eyes drank in the sight of the statuesque brunette’s luscious figure.

 

“Tonight I’ll serve dessert in an entirely new way. I hope you like it” she said tentatively, leaning towards him. He gave Milly a benign smile and lifted his hips obligingly, allowing her trembling fingers to ease his black silk boxers down his legs until they reached the floor where he kicked them aside. Dipping two fingers into the glass dish of creamy mouse, she leaned forward and cautiously reached for his arousal, slowly spreading the cool chocolate mixture along the hot flesh of his erection.

 

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s good, “ he muttered, surprised at the mind-blowing sensation.

 

Moving forward sensuously, she opened her lips and her tongue darted out, tasting the sweetly favored shaft.  Her hungry mouth devoured the length of his dessert-covered member. Swirling around the tip of his engorged organ and into the tiny slit, ruby lips sought every last trace of the delectable pudding in a deliberate and thorough oral search.

 

His eyes watched her approvingly. //I’ve never felt anything quite like this before. Her mouth is amazing.// Soon his loins tightened and a moment later his seed erupted, filling the submissive woman’s mouth, some of it dribbling onto her chin.

 

She took a napkin and wiped her chin. “Dessert was delicious. Thank you so much.”

           

Milly eyed the man lost in reverie and smiled wickedly at the sight of his hardness tenting his trousers. The film’s sex scene was a valuable tool in continuing her strategy of seduction.

 

Wolfwood’s fantasizing was interrupted by a disturbance in the audience about ten rows in front of them.

 

The courteous ticket-taking usher had been summoned to handle the situation. Shining his flashlight on a blue-haired gentleman and his blonde companion, it became obvious that he had caught them in the midst of a sexual act. “Pardon me, sir. The theater management has received numerous complaints from several upset patrons about your inappropriate behavior in this auditorium. I’ve been instructed to request that you and your companion vacate the premises. If not, I shall summon the police.” The usher spoke plainly, his neutral smile belying the subtle edginess in his voice.

 

Embarrassed to no end, the androgynous blond youth sprinted up the aisle, through the doors, and into the night, followed closely by the guilt-stricken, blue-haired man, who fumbled with his zipper as he exited the Angst Theater. The entire audience applauded their exit. Wolfwood felt a vague sense of jealousy.

 

The auditorium quieted and the audience was quickly recaptured by the film’s explosive finale.

 

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 Leaving the palatial Angst Theater hand-in-hand, the handsome preacher and the attractive insurance investigator walked slowly towards the patisserie that Harry Mudd recommended earlier that evening. The bakery, specializing in fine pastries, was located between the offices of attorneys Kiefer & Sutherland and a small clothing boutique.

 

“There it is,” Milly said, excitedly, indicating the patisserie’s sign just ahead. She was already anticipating the edible delights within the bakery.

 

“Sweet Dreams,” Wolfwood recited the name on the sign as they paused outside the shop, admiring the baked goods showcased in the front window.

 

“…are made of this,” the brunette added playfully, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, surprising him with her affection. “Thank you for remembering to stop here for the pudding. I’m really looking forward to having some tonight,” she said in an anticipatory tone that he failed to note.

 

“Anything for a beautiful lady,” he replied suavely. He knew the simple gesture would win him points and curry favor with the woman, thereby making it easier for him to win the ultimate sexual prize later that night.

 

She giggled at his flattery and smiled sweetly at him.

 

Inhaling the enticing aromas wafting from the freshly baked pastries, the couple entered the shop, a chime signaling their arrival. Milly scanned the brightly lit interior, digesting with her eyes the wondrous arrays of pastries and cakes. In a chilled display case were assorted pies, mousses, and custards. //I could stay here forever. I’m in paradise.//

 

“Can I help you?” Christine, the baker, called out, emerging from the back room with a tray of cherry tarts just out of the oven. She placed them on a cooling rack behind the counter.

 

“We’d like some chocolate pudding please,” Milly announced, her eyes sparkling with anticipation at the sight of some mouthwatering delicacies.

 

“There’s some in the cooler case. How much do you need?” the baker asked. Milly whispered her answer into Christine’s ear and they both shared a laugh.

 

Wolfwood couldn’t overhear their exchange, but he began wondering if pudding was an aphrodisiac for certain people. //Maybe that’s why she’s so obsessed with the dessert? I’ll have to wait and see.//

 

While he waited, the blue-eyed man walked over to peruse the baked goods and settled on a strawberry fritter. It was part of the bakery’s low-fat guilt-free gourmet line. //It looks so good to me. After that huge steak dinner, I don’t need all that fat.// He silently shuddered at an image of him being obese like Harry Mudd.

 

Milly returned with a plastic container filled with chocolate pudding and joined him by the counter. “Mr. Vash told me about some fritters like those. He insisted they whispered to him to buy them, so he had to have them. He’s so silly sometimes,” she giggled.

 

The preacher chuckled at the antics of the Humanoid Typhoon. As he paid for the dessert with his debit card, he asked the baker, “Do you know Harry Mudd?”

 

She replied she was the former dessert chef at Harry’s Place and had opened the patisserie as a creative solution of starting her own business.

 

Wolfwood eyed the container in her hands with a hopeful leer. “Will that be enough?” he asked.

 

Milly responded mysteriously, “More than enough.” Wolfwood opened the door to leave the shop. With his back turned to her, Milly glanced back and winked at Christine, who chortled as they left the bakery.

 

Under the starlit sky, the man and woman walked to the boarding house, each momentarily lost in thought. Nicholas Wolfwood’s desire for the pudding-obsessed female was growing, spurred on by the highly erotic film. He looked forward to taking her on a journey to experience unexplored levels of ecstasy.

 

Meanwhile, the devious brunette grinned confidently, knowing she know had the final ingredient to complete the seduction of her virile friend.  As the couple climbed the stairs of the boarding house on their way to the second floor the climax to a night of unforgettable pleasure awaited behind closed doors.

 

To be continued …

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES

[1.] “Datenshi Blue” is a song from the “Kaikan Phrase” anime soundtrack. The 44-episode anime revolves around the band Lucifer.

[2.] If you can identify the Angst Theater usher, treat yourself to a cherry tart from Sweet Dreams.

[3.] My stories are archived at my home page, “Odango and Donuts”, www.geocities.com/odangodonut..”

[4.] Feedback can be sent to trigunotaku@aol.com