Just a Quickie: Roy inspired Fantasy/erotic daydream

At the Celebrity Auction, the excitement was building. Rumors had flown all day about the "surprise mystery guest" who would be present at the event, in disguise.

Now, with the auction almost over, and nothing left to bid on but the ....GASP!....glorious mission pants themselves, the frenzy of the crowd was escalating out of control. The devoted fans and mission pants devotees searched each face carefully, looking for the tell-tale gleam of green eyes, or sweetly curling, but short, auburn hair, intent on recognizing somewhere in the crowd those familiar, luscious firm thighs, or perhaps the delightful rich curves of the beloved derriere....

He was not there. The women grumbled, and tried to smile bravely and conceal their dissappointment. Suddenly, from the back of the auditorium, a sound was heard. The heavy double- doors swung open with a crash, and a black-clad figure rushed in.

A figure in... mission pants.

"The lips, the eyes, the hair, the walk, those pants!" Lorraine breathed out softly. "That gun.."

"Michael, my love!" she gasped in recognition. It was not Roy who was the guest that night, but MICHAEL!!!

He rushed past the stunned audience, and leapt upon the stage.

"Bon soir, mes cher amis," he greeted them in his soft voice.

"Tonight, one of you lucky women will be be the new owner of these mission pants.." he ran his hand sensuously down one hard, sculpted thigh.

"And everything in them," he added, caressing the large gun strapped to his thigh.

The women screamed. Many fainted. Norma, taichi, Susan, and Zzoo collapsed in THUDs on the floor.

"I do this for charity," the erotic vision in black went on."But I do it the Section way."

"For the highest bidder, I will ....perform my ...field mechanics.... all night." Twenty more women fainted.

Don Francks, the guest auctioneer, smiled and stepped to his microphone."Who'll start the bidding?" he asked cheerfully. He did love to see raw lust.

The women who hadn't fainted stood up, screaming out amounts. "Ten thousand dollars for just one night with Michael!" "Twelve thousand!" "Twenty!" "Twenty-Five!" "Fifty!"

Into the fray, a trembling woman in bunny slippers approched the stage. She looked up with adoring eyes to the Man In Black.

"I just won the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes," said Lorraine softly. "Will ten million dollars be enough?"

Don Francks smiled and banged his gavel. "SOLD!" he cried, "to the lady in flannel!" Michael leapt off the stage and swept the trembling missionpants devotee/Defender of Michael into his arms.

"Come away with me, Ma petie chou, mes haricot verts," he begged in the smooth sensuous voice. He nibbled on her ear with those full, soft, French lips.

"I am under orders to please you..." He kissed her again, and added, "I will take you to my secret hidaway....."

"Where?" Lorraine asked breathlessly. A farmhouse in Quebec, perhaps?

He slid his hand slowly down the back of her arm until she shivered with delight. "A chateau," he answered. "In Lyons..."

And with that, she swooned happily into her hero's arms.

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