Rate Dape


                                            > Be Anon, trying to drown your sorrows in a family diner

                                            > It was downright disappointing how quickly your internet audience gobbles up blog posts that are only /pol/ remixes

                                            > For whatever reason, you get just enough donations and such to keep you afloat, even as you despair more and more over the true nature of humanity

                                            > Beats working a job, and you find ways to spend your time

                                            > The waitress fills your coffee cup with an almost empty carafe, but doesn't leave at your mumbled thanks

                                            > "I'm sorry sir, we'll be closing soon. Would you like us to call a cab for you?"

                                            > You hazard a smile at the waitress, idly wondering how she even deals with that volume of hair

                                            "Nah, I'll be fine, I actually live pretty close."

                                            > You consider your cup

                                            "In fact I might as well get going, it's already pretty late."

                                            > The waitress slid into the seat across from you, some of her professional distance falling away

                                            > She gives you a small, pleading smile

                                            > "Could you keep me company for a bit? I've been working all day, and I haven't had a real conversation for longer."

                                            > The waitress actually looks pretty cute, now that you notice

                                            > You shrug and sip at the coffee

                                            "Alright. How've you been, uh-"

                                            > You read the name tag

                                            "Adagio?"

                                            > Adagio props her elbows up on the table and rubs her face tiredly

                                            > "You ever want to rule the world?"

                                            > It came out a little muffled

                                            "I guess? It might be nice."

                                            > You take a longer drink of your coffee

                                            > For the last of the pot, it was pretty good

                                            > Adagio peered at you from between her fingers

                                            > "I thought I'd give it a try, you know? Manipulate some administrators, stage a popular revolt, that sort of thing."

                                            "It always seems pretty simple at the start."

                                            > Then you yawn

                                            "Sorry, go on."

                                            > Adagio lowers her hands and smiles at you, an odd twinkle in her eye

                                            > "It is getting pretty late, huh? Well, to cut a long story short, I had to move out of the area and lay low with my two idiot roommates. I did learn something from the whole experience though."

                                            > You are having trouble keeping your eyes open, but you struggle to talk

                                            "What's, ah, that?"

                                            > Another yawn

                                            > Adagio lays her hand on yours

                                            > "I don't need to rule the world. It's more fun to personally overwhelm individuals."

                                            > That sounds vaguely ominous, but you are too tired to care

                                            "That's..."

                                            > Your head jerks up, fighting off sleep

                                            "That's good?"

                                            > Adagio rises and makes her way to your side, supporting your weight as she walks you to the door

                                            > "It is for me."

                                            > The last thing you remember is her low laugh


                                            > You wake up groggy and disoriented

                                            > You stare around blearily at an unfamiliar bedroom

                                            > Clothes lie scatted across ever surface

                                            > You spy bras and panties with some interest, before noticing three used condoms on the nightstand near the bed

                                            > Your blood runs cold, and your anus puckers in horror, but then you realise you aren't actually butthurt

                                            > Now you just feel vaguely cheated

                                            > You sit up fully, and the sheet falls from your torso

                                            > Well, it seems you are at least shirtless,

                                            > Never mind, you are naked and there is no sign of your clothes

                                            > You consider wrapping yourself in the sheet as you gingerly slide off the bed, but modesty is not exactly what you want

                                            > Especially given the cup size of the bras

                                            > You swagger out into the hallway, looking both ways, and walking towards the kitchen

                                            > You hear a door open behind you, and you turn

                                            > A woman with long, purple and green pigtails and pajamas gives you an appreciative once over

                                            > "Nice."

                                            > You try not to blush too much

                                            "Thanks. Do you know where my clothes went?"

                                            > The woman maintained strick eye contact with your dick

                                            > "Yeah sure, whatever."

                                            > ...

                                            "How about where, uh, what's her name is? The once with poofy orange hair."

                                            > "Shhhhhhhh."

                                            > You swing your hips a bit

                                            > She licks her lips

                                            "Go for it."

                                            > Finally, she looks you in the eyes and approaches slowly, her hips swaying in a loose flannel prison

                                            > "You're awfully cocky for some guy who broke into a girl's apartment naked."

                                            > A fair point; the law would probably side with the less perverted person in the situation

                                            > Still, you get the feeling it won't come to that

                                            "What are you going to do about it?"

                                            > She got real close, pulling your head down slightly to bring your ear to her mouth

                                            > With her other hand, she grabs your dick with a pressure that borders on painful

                                            > "I don't fuck with Adagio's sloppy seconds."

                                            > Then she lets go of both of your heads and sashays off

                                            > You may be confused, but your boner isn't

                                            > You follow those hips to the tiny kitchen and dining area

                                            > Yet another pretty girl is at the card table, happily eating some weird lucky charms knockoff

                                            > What do kangaroos have to do with marshmallows?

                                            > She starts giggling immediately

                                            > You begin to reconsider your immodesty choice, but soldier on

                                            "I don't suppose you know where my clothes are?"

                                            > The girl with the blue ponytail beckons you over, and eats another spoonful of marshmallow matey's

                                            > You crouch down so you are on eye level with her

                                            "Yes?"

                                            > She swallows, and your eyes are inexplicably drawn to the motions of her throat

                                            > "They're in the wash, but..."

                                            > Come to think of it, there was a muted machine sound in the background

                                            "How long'll it be?"

                                            > The bowl of cereal lies forgotten as she turns to face you fully, a light blush dusting her cheeks

                                            > "Not too long, but, um."

                                            > You wait patiently

                                            > "Can I touch your chest?"

                                            "If you like."

                                            > Bluey goes round-eyed as she lightly traces her fingertips across your pecs

                                            > It feels kinda nice, in a weird way

                                            > Then she gently pinches your nipples

                                            "Having fun there?"

                                            > She beams at you

                                            > "Yup!"

                                            > The door to the apartment opens

                                            > Bluey freezes, her fingers releasing you automatically

                                            > You turn and rise to see a familiar face in unfamiliar jeans and a button down blouse

                                            > Adagio raises an eyebrow at you

                                            > "Quite the exhibitionist, I see."

                                            > You shrug

                                            "What's there to hide, when you have been raped three times?"

                                            > "Fair point. Follow me."

                                            > She leads you back to her bedroom, carrying your clothes in a small basket

                                            > Adagio closes the door behind you

                                            > "It wasn't three times."

                                            "Oh?"

                                            > She shucks off her blouse, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra either

                                            > The jeans soon follow

                                            > Your heart beats quickly, blood flowing in a southerly direction

                                            > She slinks up to you, her soft body hot against your flesh

                                            > Adagio's eyes smolder

                                            > "Shall we make it five?"