Anon World Order part 4 [Lewd] (Dazzlings)

> 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."