We all scream for...

 
I'm sitting on the couch, staring intently at the TV, when Lust approaches me. She sits next to me, putting her feet up on the coffee table, resting her hands on the back of her head, and asks; “What we watchin?”

I look over at her, noting how her already short skirt rides up, exposing skin above thigh high stockings, noting a blouse with a tie, and her hair drawn up in a messy bun. I raise an eyebrow and ask in turn; “Librarian?”

She draws a ruler out from behind her back and slaps it against her hip, grinning; “Teacher.”

“Then why are you wearing a slave collar? That makes no sense. Your outfit makes no sense.”

“Don't have to, so long as it gets me o-”

I turn back to the TV; “-I'm trying to watch a show.”

She chuckles and raps me on the head with her ruler; “I know, so, what we watchin?”

“Transformers Prime.”

She sighs; “Why? There's not even nobody hot on—Helloooo Starscream!”

I burst out laughing; “You have /got/ to be kidding me! He's a robot. A CG robot.”

Her eyes wander the figure on the screen and she licks her lips; “And he can turn into a jet.”

“How exactly is that a bonus to his attractiveness?”

“Well, it surely ain’t a detractor” she says, grinning. Her eyes widen eagerly and she shifts her hips; “Man, /look/ at those claws! I can just imagine 'em draggin across my skin.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan; “You're embarrassing, you know that?”

She chuckles again and glances over at me; “Is that why you never take me out in public nomore?”

I shake my head and try to ignore her, but after a few moments she leans forward, whistling; “Look at the way Starscream's leanin over Megatron's body; there's gotta be somethin goin on there.”

Completely bewildered, I stare at her; “Wh-what? Of /course/ there's nothing going on between them; they're robots! They don't even /have/ gen-” I cross my arms; “You're sick, you know that? Sick.”

She shrugs; “I like what I like. 'Least I'm honest bout it.”

“But you like /everything/.”

She leans back and throws her arm around my shoulder, a wide smile on her face; “And I'm completely honest 'bout that fact.”

“You know what, I don't even care. I'm just going to watch this show, and try to ignore you.”

“Hate t'be the bearer of bad news, sweetheart, but the episode's over.”

I throw up my arms in frustration; “Damn it! I was so distracted by you I don't even know what it was about!”

We sit in silence for all of half a minute before her hand trails from my shoulder, down my back, and slips under me. She leans in and whispers in my ear; “So, you wanna make out?”