Power Surge, Part 3 - The Epilogue Part

Posted on May 29, 2016, for the benefit of /Toonami General/

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>You work for Power Surge magazine
>But to be honest, that's really not important at this point
>What is important is what you're doing right at this moment
>Namely, lying buck naked on the floor of your hotel room in Honoji City
>You're not the only one; 2/3rds of your coworkers are doing the exact same thing, in the exact same room
>The reason for which would be one Ryuko Matoi, currently splayed on top of you, wearing only an extremely revealing outfit and a gangbang's worth of cum
>And then somewhat unrelated to this state of affairs is your fully-clothed photographer, who just finished taking what had to be several dozen pictures of the previously mentioned sexual acts
>You know what DIDN'T happen? Anything resembling an interview for a magazine article that you're supposed to be writing

>And now Buck is asking if anybody wants to get dinner
>Which is at least understandable, it is getting late in the day, but that's not really at the top of your priorities at the moment
>Urghh...
>Okay, maybe it is your top priority
>You sit up- or at least, you do so to the best of your abilities while you've got someone lying on top of you- and call everyone to order
>Which really just amounts to clearing your throat to make everyone pay attention to you for maybe the next 5 seconds
>"Okay, so what are we doing for dinner?"

>After maybe 15 minutes of discussing and arguing, you eventually decide to order out, rather than get room service
>Another 10 minutes go by while you try to figure out where to order from out of the nearby eateries that do carry-out
>Though most of that time is just Buck sorting through the multitude of menus that Buck somehow picked up and cached earlier in the day
>You're pretty much decided when you see that there's a Philly-Italian place within walking distance (thank Providence for small favors)
>Then it's 5 minutes more while everyone decides what to order
>You finally put the phone back into its cradle and issue another call to order
>Since Buck is the only one who's presentable to the general public at present, he gets to go pick up the food
>Which leaves the rest of you with a completely different discussion point to hammer out
>Namely, how the 4 of you are to get cleaned up when there are only 2 showers- yours, and the one in Buck & Dash's room

>"Okay, I think it's only fair that Miss Matoi gets first dibs on using one of the showers. Agreed?"
>Ryuko peels herself off of you, gets up, and begins walking towards the bathroom
>Everyone gazes intently as she strides across the room, either watching the sway of her hips and the movement of her delicious ass, or the bounce and bob of her breasts with each step
>"Awright, you two- Rock Paper Scissors to see who gets first go at the other one. Ready?"
>Cail and Dash drag their attention back to you, and halfassedly raise their arms to participate
>Then Ryuko gets to the bathroom door and turns to look back at you over her shoulder
>"Y'know, if it helps things go a little faster... I've got nothing against sharing my spot."
>This is accompanied by a wink and an ever-so-slight thrust of her rear before she walks in and shuts the door behind her
>Everything is silent for several seconds until the sound of running water starts to emanate from behind the door

>The three of you immediately scramble to get up and face each other, though you're careful to not come into contact with each other's resurgent erections
>"On your marks!"
>All three of you raise your fists, and you quickly start strategizing
>"Ready?"
>The other two nod, and you brace yourself
>"3! 2! 1! GO!"
>You and Cail both throw paper, and Dash swears loudly as he withdraws his still-clenched fist
>"3 2 1 GO!"
>OO-RAH!
>As you get up and head towards the bathroom, you once again feel grateful that Cail is both extremely predictable in his RPS throws, and that he's never noticed how Dash always throws rock first

>You enter the bathroom and close the door behind you
>Ryuko is already inside the shower, only a silhouette amidst all the steam
>Against all odds, the magazine somehow booked you hotel rooms with normal-ass shower stalls instead of the crap they normally have over here
>As you walk across the tile, you notice something odd placed on the top of the towel rack
>Briefly stepping closer, you see that it's Ryuko's clothes, now looking a hell of a lot more... substantial
>Still kinda baffling that that thing can go from "school uniform" to "stripper outfit" like that
>Also baffling is the way you feel like you're being watched
>It was one thing 15 minutes ago when you really WERE being observed, but now it's significantly more unnerving

>Shaking it off, you walk up to the stall door and knock lightly
>Ryuko pops the door open slightly and peers out
>Seeing you, she pushes it open wider before grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you inside
>"So I guess this has been one hell of a day for you, huh?"
>After closing the door, she turns her back to you and resumes rinsing herself off
>"Yeah, it's not exactly every day that I get to shower with a girl I just fucked after meeting her for the first time that morning. You?"
>She chuckles at your nonchalance while you pick up the provided bottle of liquid soap from the little shelf on the wall
>"Best part of this for me is not having to wait 20 damn minutes for the water to heat up. That, or having it last longer than 5."
>"Oh really?"
>You flip the cap open and squirt the contents onto Ryuko's chest, then close it and put it back
>"Yeah, well, being on Bitchsuki's shit-list kinda made it hard to get anybody to sign me a lease, y'know? Slumming it down in the No-Stars district doesn't get you many quality living arrangements."
>She reaches back and loops her arms around your neck as you start to run your hands over her breasts

>Within a few seconds your hands are covered in lather, letting them slide frictionlessly across her body
>"So I guess the whole "ravished by a team of admirers" deal is just par for the course, then."
>"Goes with the territory of being this amazing."
>Ordinarily you'd think she was being just a tad presumptuous, but between what you saw at the Academy earlier today and what you're seeing now (especially what you're seeing now), she's clearly earned the right to be a tad cocksure
>You can feel a great deal of tight muscle resting just under the surface as you slide your hands up and down her toned abs and thighs
>Your returning erection starts to prod against her ass, and she responds by stepping a few feet to the side
>Scooping up a handful of lather from her chest, she reaches down and takes a firm grasp of your prick
>Then she starts to slowly pump her hand up and down your shaft, washing it clean of everything it was previously covered in
>Your own hands travel up to her bountiful bosom and begin squeezing and kneading
>Time seems to melt away as you both stand there under the running water and fondle each other's bodies

>You're not entirely sure how many minutes pass like that
>However, as a wise man once said, all good things must come to an end
>There's a sudden flurry of aggressive knocks on the bathroom door, accompanied by a voice
>"Yo, jackasses! You wanna stop fucking each other and wrap it up? Food's gonna be here any minute!"
>You work with such wonderful people, you really do
>You and Ryuko exchange one final look- and an accompanying squeeze- before breaking off and putting your attentions to actually getting clean
>After a few seconds, you rinse the soap off of your body and step out, leaving her to finish up
>You grab a towel off the rack and quickly dry your extremities, then wrap it around your waist and exit the bathroom

>Back in the room proper, Cail is sitting on one of the beds- wearing pants, fortunately- and going through the photos on Buck's camera
>On being asked where Dash is, Cail nods his head towards the doorway connecting your rooms
>Poking your head in, you see Dash playing solitaire while the TV spits out smooth jazz and weather forecasts
>You go back into your room and start watching the camera slideshow over Cail's shoulder
>He eventually notices you, and moves the camera up to give you a better look
>Right now it's a picture that looks to have been taken from the sole of Ryuko's boots- the lens aimed down the length of her leg and focused on her pussy, being speared by your cock
>Goddamn, it's a wonder Buck works with you people instead of at a porn studio

>You spend a minute or two checking out the photographic evidence of today's exploits
>Then the bathroom door opens and Ryuko steps out, wearing a hotel-provided bathrobe
>At almost the same time, there's a knock on the door, followed by a muffled "Landshark"
>That would be Buck with dinner
>You yell to the other room to call in Dash while Cail opens the door and starts moving bags
>Within a few minutes you're all sitting around the room's tiny-ass table, eating a mixture of hoagies and pizza with imported beer
>Truly, life is good

>You eventually wind up with a pile of crumpled tinfoil and butcher paper mounted atop an empty pizza box
>As everyone digests, you realize that there's not likely to be a better time to get that damned interview underway
>Reaching over to the pile you dumped them into when everything went sideways, you grab your notepad and dictaphone
>"Okay, so, are there any further objections to finally getting something accomplished today?"
>There aren't, and everything is soon set up
>"Right. So, Miss Matoi, how long have you been living in Honoji City?"
>"Ummm... 3 weeks, a month, maybe? It's been kinda hard to keep track with everything else that's been going on."
>"Okay. Can you tell us-"
>"Was that your first time doing anal, or are you just naturally that tight?"
>Thanks, Dash, we totally weren't trying to do anything serious right now
>"What the fuck kind of question is that?"
>"I'm just asking for the record! People wanna know!"
>"Like who?"
>"Well, I wouldn't mind knowing."
>Goddamnit Cail

>"Everybody just shut up! Rewind the goddamn tape."
>"It uses an SD card, not cassettes, dude."
>"Fine. Just shut up, then. As I was saying, we'd like to know-"
>"Are those breasts all-natural, or have you had work done?"
>"BUCK I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU"
>"What? It's not like we need to print everything we record here!"
>"No, but I'd like to maintain some measure of professionalism!"
>"Where does fucking the interview subject fit into that, exactly?"
>Things quickly devolve into a riot of conversational mishmosh as you try to reign in your coworkers

>You are quickly losing control of the situation
>Though that would imply you HAD control at some point, and you sometimes doubt that
>Ryuko looks to be just as exasperated as you are, which isn't particularly surprising
>However, she seems to be more along the lines of "bored," as opposed to your "scathing irritation"
>Then she decides to speak up
>"Everybody just shut up!"
>Amazingly, you all do just that
>"If you three will just stay quiet for the next 10 minutes and let this guy do his stupid interview..."
>She locks eyes with you like a dog trying to make off with a stolen steak
>"...then I'll answer your other questions. In-depth. Understand?"
>Suddenly everybody swears an oath of silence and stops talking
>You can hear the ever-so-slight hum of the recorder running, but that's it

>After that, everything goes off perfectly fine
>You ask your questions and get some answers, collecting enough material to do a full article about everything that's been going down in this city
>You're still going to need to do some additional work to pad it out correctly, but overall you've justified the expense of coming all the way out here
>The dictaphone is shut off and everybody moves to put away their various bits and bobs of journalism equipment
>Which is then followed by cleaning up all the refuse from dinner, leaving a clean environment that in now way foreshadows the carnal... uh... carnage that is undoubtedly about to unfold for a second time

>As Ryuko starts to take off her bathrobe, the rest of you begin similarly undressing
>"So, how do you guys wanna do things this time?"
>"Well, before we do anything like that, there is one niggling little detail..."
>You all look over to Buck, who is now pulling a briefcase with a blue stripe on it out from the corner of the room all your cameras and miscellaneous baggage have been stowed
>"Holy shit, man, I totally forgot about that. Thanks."
>He nods at you before setting the case down on the table and opening it, then produces a leaflet of paperwork and a pen which he offers to Ryuko
>"What the fuck is this?"
>You clear your throat before responding
>"This would be all associated legal documentation and contractual explanation regarding the photographic paraphernalia taken during our earlier engagement and the means, manner, and method of their distribution across international boundaries via the journalistic publication known as "Power Surge Magazine," specifically under the-"
>"Will you stop with the fucking lawyer-talk and just speak a normal fucking language? Jesus!"
>"It's about those photos Buck took when we were fucking you earlier and what's gonna happen to them. Sign Line A and they get published in the next edition of Live Wire along with the full interview we just did; sign Line G and we wipe the memory cards and you'll only be mentioned as a key eyewitness to our investigation in the article in the normal Power Surge issue."
>"Was that really so fucking hard?"

>She takes the pen from Buck and looks down at the papers in front of her, then looks back up at you
>"Do I get paid for any of this?"
>"We're authorized to suggest a maximum of 5,000 US dollars at the present time; any further payments require negotiations between yourself and Power Surge's corporate headquarters once we-"
>"5 grand is good, sure."
>Ryuko quickly scribbles her signature onto the relevant dotted line
>Buck quickly scoops everything up and stuffs it back into the briefcase, which is just as quickly tossed back into the corner from whence it came
>"You'll also receive a collectible, framed first-run edition of the relevant Live Wire edition when it gets published."
>"Cool, whatever."

>With the last legal loopholes closed, everyone relaxes again
>Cail and Dash grab the table and move it off to the side
>You lean forwards and grab Ryuko, then pull her close to re-position her underneath you
>As your prick brushes against her sex, you both move in to lock lips
>You can feel her moving her hips to invite you in, but you resist the temptation
>This time around, you want to feel those magnificent tits wrapped around your cock for longer than 10 seconds
>Then your mouths meet, and you realize that Ryuko had something with onions for dinner
>At the same time, she seems to remember that you ate the last of the garlic knots
>The two of you recoil in disgust and horror, and you turn your head around
>"Hey, uh, I think we might-"
>Before you can finish, you see Buck pull out a zippered pack and begin rooting around in it
>"Okay, we got Tic-Tacs, Altoids, Breath Savers, 4 different flavors of chewing gum, I got toothpaste in another pack, 3 flavors of mouthwash in both normal and non-alcoholic varieties..."

=====LATER=====