Mike looking for his room (for MrsIffy)

"...sorry about that. Just so memories of good ol' times... ya know. But no worries, that's waaay in the past" He kind of ended his speech as they were walking in her room, he didn't want to annoy her further with his blabbering about stuff that didn't matter, she already had collapsed from who knows what, she surely doesn't need more reasons to be unconscious!

And that's about when he took a good view of the room. First thing he saw and his thoughts about it:
- Large Space Invaders poster: "Classic"
- Lacey underwear all over her bed: "Dang!... err... I mean... nice and sexy stuff"
- Action figures scattered on the floor: "... is that Donatello?"

He then felt her moving, looking a little nervous and then she started to speak. Mike blinked a few times at the sight just before turning his head to look back at her "...Yeah?"

Yeah, she tried to dig deep in that littel brain of hers to find anything...but to no avail.

"...you could put me down, now. You helped enough"

If Mike follows through and puts her down, Phe will fix her hair, face the man and smile.

"Sooooo....want anything to drink-"

"HELP! THIS CRAZY B$%# GOT ME LOCKED UP IN HER CLOSET!"

A manly, muffled voice tears through the awkward silence. Whoever's voice was that, it sounded loud and angry. But where was it coming from? Suddenly, like a gust of wind, Phe runs to her closet door and violently kicks it. Nothing more was heard after that.
After another good few seconds of silence, the woman laughs, brushes her hair to one side and smiles again.

"You heard anything? I didn't hear anything. Maybe that was my TV? Anywaaaaay, so.....you want anything to drink?"

She asks once more without giving Mike the slightest explanation on what just happened. Let's just hope nothing else goes wrong...if Mike was as sharp and smart as he looked, he might realize something was up. And if that was to happen, her little, raunchy plan would go to waste.

Mike let the girl down at her request "no worries".

He was admiring her while she looked back at him smiling, and just when it looked like she was about to offer something to drink some really awkward noises came out from somewhere near them, or so it seemed... could it be her neighbors? Who knows.

Then an even more awkward moment happened when she rushed and kicked the closet leaving everything all in silence again.... just to break it saying something that didn't make much sense since he could see her TV from where he was, and it was turned off.

Mike felt that something smelled fishy, something seemed out of line.... but he felt wrong about doubting the girl that just fainted into his arms. "What's wrong with ya mate!" thought to himself " she just collapsed a moment ago, give her a break!" kept going on with his intern monologue "you know well that this shit can happen to people that lose consciousness, cut her som' slack! Ya're just being paranoid, and you don't wanna go spooking her around, do ya?"

His good will, ironically was taking the best out of him in this particular situation, plus he was quite tired from wandering around for ages to spend more energies feeding into paranoid theories... and what the heck, having a drink was just what he needed right now, so he gladly accepted the caramel skinned beauty's invitation.

"Sure! A good aussie never turns down a good drink!" he said with a smile

"Alrighty! Umm....actually, I've got some good stuff in the kitchen. Go on, be a doll and help youself, why don't you?!"

Phe suggested with a sincere smile, hoping that was enough to make him comply. If Mike went ahead and made his way into the kitchen, Phe will run to the door and proceed to secure all 583, 495 locks on her door with a sly grin on her face.

"Golly! Just when I was about to leave this place, a freaking ROCK STAR comes out of nowhere! And now...he's in MY ROOM! Holy S&%^!"

Yes, Phe was just as excited as any innocent school girl. She could feel the butterflies in her belly and the whirlpools in her head spinning and churning up a storm. Sigh, a perfect time to feel like a young teen again.

If Mike went in the kitchen and into her fridge, he would find:

1) Soda
2) Soda
3) Hot Wheels Racing Set
4) O.J.
5) Soda

"Rright on!" answered Mike as he smiled back at her, while making his way to the kitchen. "Yeah, finally time for a coldie!" said to himself as he went straight to the fridge looking for beer.

But to his disappointment, this is what he found:

1)Soda>> Not beer
2)Soda>> Not beer
3)HW Racing Set>> What th-.... what is doing this in a freaggin' fridge!... err... definitely NOT BEER
4)O.J.>> Healthy, but not beer
5)Soda>> Not beer

I could be the first time in his life to find a beer-less fridge!

He didn't want to sound rude, so he didn't complain about it. He decided to focus in trying to find a companion for all that soda, so maybe if she had some rum or something like that, he could make it work. "Sorry but, do ya have any rum in som' place around here?" he said while he started to search around the kitchen "all this soda is feeling lonely ya know" joking around.

"Uh...Rum?"

Phe repeates his question while she occupies herself with triple-checking the locks on her doors, making sure there no escape out of her room. To be honest, this wasn't even Phe's room, but she was sure Mike wasn't able to figure that out, yet. Therefore, there was nothing the cinnamon skinned girl had to worry about. Besides....Mike was the one who was in for the ride....

"Perfect!"

Now that she was sure the door was locked and secured shut, Phe calls out to the man in her best, flirty, sexy whore voice.

"Oooooh, Miiiiiike? You still theeeere?"

What will Mike do now? Will he follow her voice and step into the main den where she waited? Or will he remain in the kitchen? More importantly, just what is Phe up to?

"Crap! Obvious.... just when ya need a drink, there's none to be found"

Mike was bashing on his luck searching the kitchen when the beauty called him out, with a sexy tone in her voice. Mike's left eyebrow went up as he heard her. "Y-yeah.. still here" he was still searching around in the kitchen, "you ok, ....?" then suddenly, he realized something "Shit!... now I remember what I wanted to ask her!" he then turned around "I never got her name! Geez... gotta ask her that" said to himself as he calmly approached the main room, taking his sweet time to give a last-minute look around the kitchen, totally unaware of what she was up to.

...and there she was, free of her outerwear and now dressed into her lacey, more intimate clothing; a strapped, black night gown that shimmered with satin and fell mid-thigh. If it weren't for that one article of clothing...you could've said Phe was bare skinned. Everything else, from her arms, legs and even her little piggies...were naked.

"Did you find your Ruuuum?"

Phe sang while playing with the long, end-strands of her hair. Without giving the man a chance to answer back, that is, if Mike never had anything important say, Phe will continue on:

"See...I was wondering....since you were here in this room and all...."

She paused for a brief moment. Her eyes ran tracks around the entire room, refusing to give Mike any visual acknowledgment.

"and you ARE on female grounds...let's say.....we.....uh....have a match?"

The way she said it made it almost seem as if she was shy about it...but then she went on to say her terms.

"I lose, you'll get to take me shopping...you lose...then you'll [size=150:wyiunxgj]STAY IN THIS ROOM 4 LYFE AS MAI SLAAAAAVE!!!! "
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"Hey girl, I never had the chance to get your naaahhh......" was Mike saying as he stepped into the stunning view of the chocolate haired beauty, now with less clothes than before, leaving him totally frozen, with his mouth half open. "DANG!" might be his only thought at the moment.

She had him speechless, with her sexy black night gown, falling down along her lovely curves like a glove over her cinnamon skin, showing and covering enough for him to be second-guessing about if it was the only thing she was wearing, and standing there in her pose, playing with her long hair.... he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Then she started to talk, like in a shy manner, when some key words came along starting to get him back to earth.
"Huh? Female grounds?...... a match? with her?.... shopping?... this room 4 life??? SLAVE?????!!! WHAT DA HECK?! She serious?!" where echoing in his mind as she spoke them.

"What the-..! Wait! WHAT?!" where his first words on the subject. Now it had fallen into place that the female driver, clearly had tricked him for good, leaving him at his own luck in what it now seemed like a female ground controlled area. "Shit! I'm gonna kick that red-head's ass..." were his thoughts on the driver's future, trying now to focus on his own present predicament... wich was not looking good right now. "Where da heck did I get myself into..." thought the blond male.

"A match? Cough, cough" cleared his voice. Despite of being totally mesmerized by her stunning looks and outfit, Mike tried to act as cool and collected as he could. "Never backed down from one... not gonna start now. Plus, something tells me I'm not in a position to argue or talk my way out of this one, am I?" he said starting to slowly get off his leather jacket "So.... do ya have any other rules, stipulations or winning conditions missy? now tossing his jacket aside, he made one last question "Oh, and by the way, I never had the chance to get your name... ya mind telling me?" before just standing there waiting for her answer.

Phe just laughed maniacally at Mike's dismay and confusion. It only made him look that much cuter.

"Gee, when that bitch told us she had fresh meat to bring up to our grounds, I had NO idea she was bringing up a ROCKSTAR this time! Ooooh! J'ai tellement de chance. Je vais avoir du plaisir!!! Im va faire des choses coquine à Mike Wallace!!"

Phe squeals and shouts in her native language. It seems that at this point her own exitement has gotten the better of her.

"Ahem...by the way, boy...this is going to be a one fall only, via Handcuffs! That's right, A Handcuffs Match. Never had one of those before, but how hard can it be? Especially when this room had been planned from the very beginning to bring in you meatsticks for my personal collection--"

"CRAZY ASS BITCH! LET ME GOOO!"

The voice from the closet seemed to have woken up from that last kick. Ugh, what a nuisance. Does Big Momma Phe-Phe have to rasie her voice at him?

"HEY! SHUT THE F%%# UP IN THERE!!!!"

The busty woman shouted at the closet door. After another breif moment of silence, Phe clears her throat and continues.

"Don't mind him. That guy isn't one of my...playthings....he's just a....defective laibility....yeah...as for you, though, Mikey, when you get the privilage of serving me, we get to have all sorts of fun together! How can you even refuse!?"

Mike was probably pissed off my now, and if he was, Phe wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

"Besides, there's word around the complex that there's some big black guy and some old, 400 pound geezer scoring points against us--pretty badly, too. So you can say that uh...us girls need some sort of leverage, right?"

To be fair, Phe never cared much about the entire federation and what goes on it. Phe was only here to get her rocks off. Not only that, but a little shopping trip to the mall wouldn't hurt, would it?