This story is quite "risque", though I don't think its any worse than the "Relationship Advice" story. Though I suppose it could be... I guess its all in how well one uses their imagination. Still, it does deal with somewhat risque situations, so I'm putting the warning on it. I've written worse... trust me. (And I may or may not have just given away one of my confessions :P)
As a note, when I originally wrote this story, I was listening to "Cyclone" by Baby Bash ft. T-Pain.
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1995
It was a love/hate relationship, at least according to Liz it was. Negaduck would have disagreed, to him it was just a hate relationship. No, scratch that, it was just hate, there was no relationship. Raising his head from pouring gasoline into his chainsaw, the villain stared across the room at the girl on the other side. Liza was laying on her stomach in the floor with a large book open in front of her. More than likely something for one of her stupid community college classes.
Negaduck watched her for a moment, before snorting to himself and turning his attention back to his chainsaw. Liz raised her head, "You say something, boss?"
"Nope." Boss. Okay so the girl wasn't really a member of his gang, more like an annoying groupie he couldn't get rid of, but he had to admit he liked it when she called him that. The girl shrugged and went back to her book. The two of them were alone in the villains most recent hideout, the rest of the Fearsome Five having gone to the movies with Amy. Negs had hoped Liz would have gone with them, but she had said she had homework to do. At least she was being quiet, he was thankful for that.
She wasn't half bad really, neither was Amy for that matter. The two of them had more sense than those knobs he called gang members. They stayed out of his way for the most part and never seemed to bother him... well, except for when Liz was blasting one of those super happy dance songs she was so fond of.
"Negaduck?" The girls voice brought the man out of his thoughts. She was sitting up, blinking at him with those huge, innocent eyes. "Whacha thinkin' about?"
"I was thinking," he replied, moving the chainsaw from his desk, "about what an annoying little piss-ant you are." Liz raised a brow, but Negs ignored her and continued. "In fact, I think that'll be your nickname from now on. Piss-ant."
"Ooookay... what'd I do to warrant that?"
"Nothing. Yet." Standing up, the man moved across the room, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at the girl.
"So, what're you doing, piss-ant?"
"Homework," Liz eyed him warily.
"Hmm," reaching down, Negaduck retrieved the girls book, flipping it over to look at the cover. "You like Advanced Calculus?"
"Not really... Are you okay, boss? You've never taken an interest in what I do before."
"I'm bored." Tossing the book back onto the floor, the man moved back toward his desk. Taking a seat, he opened one of the drawers, "You drink?" he pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of brown liquid. Whiskey from the looks of it.
"Sometimes," Liz stood up and took a hesitant step toward the desk. Negaduck had never asked her to have a drink with him before. God he must really be bored...
"Sit," Negaduck nodded toward the edge of the desk as he filled the two glasses and passed one to Liz. The girl took a seat, tentatively sniffing at the shot, before downing it and coughing slightly. "So tell me," Negaduck downed his own shot, then leaned back in his chair, "whats your deal anyway?"
Liz blinked. "What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean," he replied, "you're obviously smart since you're in college, and yet here you are, alone with me. So are you just dense or what?"
"Beg pardon?"
"Why aren't you afraid of me?"
"Oh!" The girl brightened suddenly, "I like you."
"You what?" No one liked Negaduck. Respected, sure. Feared, most definitely. But never liked.
"Don't get me wrong," Liz went on. "I think you're pretty despicable most of the time, but you have a certain charm. You're handsome and powerful. Sure sometimes you scare the hell out of me, but I respect you... and fear and respect are not the same things to me."
Negaduck smirked, "You know, you're not half bad, piss-ant."
"I really wish you wouldn't call me that."
"Well tough shit."
Liz frowned slightly. "Is there anyway I can get you to stop calling me piss-ant?"
"Oh, I dunno... maybe if you went on a little more about how handsome and powerful I am."
"Well, not many people can do what you do. I mean, honestly, how many people could command four of St. Canards top criminals and have them all cowering in fear? Thats real power. Not to mention the fact that you're sexy as hell and so much hotter than Darkwing Duck."
"Hmm, well you've got taste at any rate." He poured two more shots, "So, you used to be a stripper, huh?"
Liz had started to drink her shot, but paused, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "Yeah, for about eight months."
"Maybe you're not as innocent as you let on."
"I don't think innocence has anything to do with it," the girl shrugged. "I just needed the money and everyone said I had the looks for it."
Negaduck nodded, "Why'd you quit?"
"Stripping isn't the most glamorous profession," Liz told him.
"Neither is fast food."
"Yes, but I'd rather put fast food on a resume than stripper."
"Point taken," Negaduck replied. A sly grin suddenly spread across his face. "You know... its a real shame I never had a chance to see you dance."
Liz blushed again, "You... you've seen me dance."
The man snorted, "I've seen you bouncing around like an idiot to that rave shit you listen to. I wanna see you dance, girl."
"Please don't ask me to take my clothes off."
"Pfft, fine, you can keep your clothes on."
Liz hesitated, "I don't have any music."
Negaduck reached over and pulled a couple CDs from a drawer and tossed them onto the desk. "They're yours anyway."
"I've been looking for those. Why do you have my CDs?"
"So I wouldn't have to put up with that crap you're always playing."
Liz rolled her eyes as she looked over the CDs, before hopping from the desk and taking one of them across the room to the stereo in the corner. "I haven't danced in a really long time, you know."
"S'okay, humor me a little."
Pressing a button on the CD player, Liz turned back around and moved toward the desk again, pulling the hairbands from her pigtails so that her hair fell over her eyes and across her shoulders. Negaducks eyebrows shot up as the girl slid onto his desk in what could only be described as the most erotic display he'd ever seen. He made a mental note to have a stripper pole installed in the hideout. And she said she hadn't danced in a while.
Liz paid him no mind, though it was apparent that she was more than a little uncomfortable with the situation. After a moment, she seemed to relax a bit, a fact that was made evident as she suddenly slid from the desk and into the mans lap. Negaduck had to admit that was surprising, but free lap dances were always appreciated. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back against his chair, his hands sliding slowly over the girls hips. The girl definitely had skills, he'd give her that.
Liz seemed to be perfectly calm by that point, or as calm as one could be while giving a lap dance to the most feared man in St. Canard. She shifted her hips slightly and the man underneath her whimpered softly. Raising a brow, Liz grinned. Did Negaduck just whimper? As if reading the girls mind, the mans eyes snapped open and he glared at her, as if daring her to say a word. Liz smiled sweetly, but remained silent and Negaduck closed his eyes again.
Hot damn, the girl was gonna set him on fire if she kept this up. The way she moved and rolled her hips against him, it was all he could do to keep his head from swimming, his mind suddenly filled with images of tearing her clothes off and taking her right there. Of hearing that sweet, innocent thing scream his name over and over... Oh shit... It was getting to be just a little too much. Shit... shit.. Oh god! "Liz, STOP!"
Liz paused, blinking at the man in confusion, before a sly grin spread across her face and she giggled, earning a hardened glare from the man under her. The girl had stopped just in time, thankfully, but now Negaduck found himself severely turned on, with Liz still sitting in his lap.
"You're the one that wanted a dance," She told him.
"I wanted a dance," he replied, "you're the one that turned it into a lap dance. Now get the hell off of me."
Slipping from his lap, Liz made her way back to the other side of the room and sat back down with her book. Negaduck watched her for a moment, but the girl wasn't paying any attention to him anymore. She wasn't bad, not really... but Negaduck was STILL quite turned on. Something had to be done about that.
Grabbing the whiskey bottle, he took a long swig before standing up and heading toward a room at the back of the building. "I'll be back in twenty minutes," he told the girl. "Touch anything and I will fucking kill you."
Liz raised her head and grinned, "Have fun, boss."
"Piss-ant," Negaduck growled as he slammed the door behind him.
-Finis-