"So let me get this straight, you don't invite me to the actual Electronics Expo you went to, but you include me in this little story of yours?"

  "I would have brought you along, but I haven't heard from you in, like ... months. Besides, you're in all of my stories; you know that."

  "Well, I would have liked to have gone you know."

  "Can we talk about this later?"

  The blonde sighed, pouting again as they walked side by side.

  "This girl we're going to see, is she cute?"

  "I thought she was gorgeous. You probably would have liked her to have been a little bit taller though. Of course," he arched an eyebrow with a devilish smile, "that's why we're doing this."

  Off in the distance, Metal Gear Rex cried out with a high pitched squeal that filled the ship's cargo hold that it thrashed about in. A group of excited bystanders cheered as they watched Solid Snake trudge his way through waist deep water with beautiful and graphic detail.

  An Egyptian warrior passed by, striding his way across the Convention Center floor in bronze armor, bronzed skin, and flowing red robes. The blonde watched him move by, giving him a second look before feeling something press into her hand.

  "Here, take this."

  She glanced down to find a camera, new and digital, and she turned it over to examine all of it's buttons and knobs, the soft lights that dominated the screen and control panel.

  "Ooo, pretty."

  "Yeah, and we're going to be taking some before and after pictures with it." He looked down at her feet, at the heeled sandals she wore and the gold ring that was wrapped happily around one of her toes. He let his eyes travel up her body, all the way to her cool eyes and flowing blonde hair a few inches above him. She smiled down at him.

  "The things I do for you."

  "You know I make it worth your while. C'mon, there she is."

  The teeming crowds parted and the pale reds and bright yellows of the 'Survivor' booth appeared. Two models posed before still frames and hot spotlights as passersby stopped to take their pictures and ignore the elaborate exhibit. She knew which one of the two models he had been talking about and, she had to admit, she was very attractive.

  She was a young girl, roughly around eighteen years of age with very smooth, olive skin that was tanned a deep brown. She was of average height, probably between 5' 4" and 5' 6"; it was so hard to tell when she wore heels. Her thin face had a perpetual smile that complimented her graceful movements about the floor. She stayed on the tips of her toes, her sandals a scant inch from the heels of her feet, as she stood still and perfect for another snapshot. One hand was curled into a fist and set on her hip and the perusing blonde found the whole image to be very appealing.

  "So you know what to do?"

  She glanced down at her male counterpart and grimaced at his excited expression. He just shrugged.

  "I know ... like I have to ask."

  "And why did you drag me along to do this instead of letting me watch that Squaresoft movie, when you could have done all of this by yourself?"

  He was casually perusing the passing crowds. His eyes were squinted, as if he was lost in some pleasant thought. A small group of guys looked in their direction, nudging each other as they saw the models at the booth and the tall blonde that was moving to join them. They took a few steps forward and suddenly stopped. One shook his head and looked about in a mild daze before another one suggested they look for the Blizzard exhibit and the specs on the new Warcraft game. The long-haired man smiled to himself and glanced towards a small camera crew that was searching for exciting spectacles to film.

  "Because I am busy taking care of other matters." The film crew turned off their spotlights and turned to go find one of the concession stands to buy a few hot dogs and bottles of imported water. "Besides, you do it so much better than I."

  "That's for sure."

  "Excuse me, miss?"

  Ohana felt the tension biting in her neck. It spread from her shoulders and made her head ache with the beating strain. Her lower lip was trembling and she mumbled under her breath.

  "Do I ever get a few moments break?"

  "Hmm?"

  "I mean, hello!"

  She spun around, the sheer mane of brunette silk danced around her head and settled faintly on her bare shoulders. One of her smooth fingers tucked a few errant strands behind her ear as it peeked out from beneath her bandana. He took one look at her thin and graceful body and almost forgot what he had come to ask. The blonde behind him just rolled her eyes.

  "I wanted to know if it was okay if my friend here took a picture of us."

  Ohana clenched her jaw, not wishing to respond. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lucy stepping up to her rescue. Her hand was raised in interruption and she was about to say something when she suddenly stopped short. The young man with long, brown hair was staring at her with a light smirk and all Lucy could do was blink quietly. She sighed as she glanced to one side, seeing the small table at the booth where the rest of her cucumber sandwich waited patiently for her, and she sat down. Ohana watched in disbelief as Lucy calmly drank the last of her iced tea without a word. The young man turned to face her with that same smirk, an eyebrow arched slightly, and she had her first chance to get a good look at him.

  He was of average height, a 5' 10" that smiled down upon her, and he was handsome enough, though he had a thin goatee that seemed a bit wispy for a man who had such a thick mane of brown hair. His clothes were nondescript, plain and everyday like so many others were wearing around the convention floor. But what really startled her was his companion.

  She stood a hand's span taller than the young man, partially aided by thick heels on open-toed platforms. A gold ring was shining under the hot lights of the Expo floor around one of her smooth toes and it wiggled for an instant as she threw her gaze upward. She wore skin tight jeans that encircled her ankles and hugged her wide hips and trim waist. The buttons clasped on the shirt that left her flat stomach exposed were straining as they fought against the firm mounds of her impressive breasts. She held a camera in her strong hands and an unnerving smile on her beautiful face high above that made Ohana tremble in her sandals.

  She quickly looked back toward the young man. His attention was on a lone figure that was making his way towards another exhibit; but he turned to smile at Ohana almost immediately. She felt almost comforted by his presence, she wasn't entirely sure why, but his warm face helped to alleviate the pressure of the continuing day and the anxiety of so many unknown elements. She couldn't help but smile back.

  "Of course you can take a picture," she shrugged, "it's what I'm here for."

  Ohana wrapped a thin arm around the young man's waist as she moved her hair over the arm he draped gently about her neck and they both turned to face the waiting amazon. She put a hand on her hip and stood up straight with her breasts at perky attention; they were small, but they were wrapped tightly with a hint of cleavage peeking out for the lens to see. Her stomach was soft with a mild, outward curve as her skirt squeezed her waist lovingly. It would be a wonderful picture for a worthy fan.

  The blonde brought the camera up to her face and closed an eye as she began to focus the lens, smiling as she charged the flash.

  "Say, 'cheese!'"

  The room went a brilliant white for the slightest of instants and they both blinked their eyes.

  "There you go." Ohana was rubbing her cheek, her body arching slightly as she relaxed.

  "I was wondering," he stepped in closer, a finger across his lips as he still smiled, "do you know anything about the specs on this game? Is it just for the PC or will it be coming out for any of the platform systems?"

  She wanted to giggle, knowing he was asking just to stay by her side. It was flattering in a way that was different then when other dregs fluttered about. The thin hairs over her arms started to stand on end and she felt a pleasant chill creep over her skin. The sensation made her draw in a quick breath and she tried to shake it away with a shake of her head.

  "Right now the producers only plan to debut it on a Windows/Dos format, though they are developing it for the X-Box as well."

  The blonde was nearby; she was silently gliding her eyes up and down the length of Ohana's body, nibbling her lower lip as she slid her fingers along the bare skin of her tanned arm. Ohana could feel her steel blue gaze traveling over her toes, the smooth caps of her knees, up the long expanse of her inner thighs, the soft lines of her stomach, the light swell of her chest, the supple skin of her neck, up to the beautiful image of her face.

  "I'm not really fond of any of those formats. They're not trying to get it ready for the PS-2?"

  Ohana had trouble answering. She was trying to focus on the deep brown eyes of the man before her, the flecks of obsidian within, but her mind was filled with the torrid image of the blonde towering behind her, tenderly kissing her shoulder with crimson lips as she squeezed her in her powerful arms. She saw a flash of dark hair and the young man was before her; she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, feeling the thin fur of his goatee tickle her chin as she glanced up to his kiss. The wide palm of the blonde's hand was trailing it's way over her stomach, massaging firmly as it slid down beneath the band of her skirt into waiting folds that were moist and ready.

  "Do you know if they're trying to bring it out for any other system?"

  Ohana gasped, remembering her place and fighting desperately to bring herself to the present. She found that her hand had strayed over one breast, rubbing the nipple into obvious, and almost painful, erection, and she quickly clenched it into a fist that she dropped to her side. Her feet shuffled beneath her and she tensed the muscles of her thighs, trying to quench the fire that seemed to drip from within her.

  "I ... I don't know for ... sure."

  The blonde smiled, her eyes squinting ever so slightly as she took a deep breath. She thought about the light clothing, the tight bandana. She thought about the thin sandals and the short skirt. She thought about Ohana's entire body and the scant wraps it was clad in.

  And then she began to concentrate.

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