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“Hey Ness, what do you think of Ball Guy?”
Nessa flicked her eyes up to the girlfriend sitting at the bar. They were in Nessa’s nice high rise Wyndon apartment because of the semi-finals. Nessa looked back at her phone. “Seems like a good sort, but I’ve never met him outside of the uniform. He’s not a Macro Cosmos employee. I know that much. He just does this for fun, or something.”
“So who do you think is under there?” Sonia asked, leaning on her knees. “Are they even a man? Who are they?”
Nessa shrugged. “I don’t really care. He’s a nice guy that hands pokeballs out to kids.”
“That’s another thing!” Sonia said, continuing. “He must have money to just have so many balls. Where does he get it from? It doesn’t make sense.”
“Sonia, you’re thinking too hard about this,” Nessa said.
Sonia frowned. Well, that was going to make the whole situation harder. “Do you think…”
Nessa flicked her eyes up, but Sonia shook her head and went back to her beer. “Nuh-uh. You already started, bitch. Finish the question.”
Sonia shrugged. “Well, you have to wonder what’s under there, right?”
“Probably just some guy…” Nessa said. Then caught the inflection and she put her phone down. “Sonia!”
“What? I’m curious!”
“Don’t fuck Ball Guy!” Nessa said. Eugh, just the thought was making her skin crawl. “There’s so many levels improper!”
“No one said anything about sex.”
“It was implied!”
“Don’t judge me, Ms. “wonder what a dick feels like,” Sonia said, putting her hands on her hips.
“That’s a normal thing to wonder when you’re a lesbian!” Nessa replied, then stood. “Whatever. You can figure out what’s under Ball Guy’s clothes all you like. I’m not helping.”
“I wasn’t asking for help, daft Miltank!”
Nessa rolled her eyes. “I have a shoot to get to. If you’re fucking Ball Guy, at least tell me so I don’t come home. I do NOT want that seared into my brain,” she said, then grabbed her purse and walked out the door. She didn’t slam it, because it wasn’t really an argument, but it was definitely uncomfortable.
Sonia sat at the bar, feeling like a total hoe. Like, let’s face it, she was and Nessa was fine with their open relationship, but there was a line. Still, she was curious. Who was he? What was he about? Was he even a he?
She narrowed her eyes and pulled out her own phone, scrolling through it and using her science brain. Think, dimensions. He definitely looked tall, and he sounded Masc. There was no padding to show if he was binding, but binders were so good, you couldn’t even tell half the time. She thought about it some more. It was just a passing curiosity. That’s not why she grabbed her coat and her purse. She had legitimate scientific reasons to go down the elevator and start towards Wyndon stadium. Professional curiosity as she started up the steps.
Then when she walked in, there he was, smiling and talking to children. Good lord, what a goofy voice. It sounded just like you’d think too. She waited and crossed her arms. No need to interrogate him while he talked to children. She wondered, did he even leave? There were exhibitions going on, so probably not, but she was a little stunned when after the kids left, he turned and waltzed out the door doing his goofy little dance as he did.
It wasn’t stalking. Purely academic. That’s what she told herself as she rounded the corner and followed him. He glanced around, then ducked around the side of the building, abandoning the sidewalk entirely. Okay, now that was odd. What the hell could he be doing back there? She crept through the bushes, then gasped and put her hand to his mouth. He had a cigarette between his fingers, not even lit, and had the pokeball half-raised. She couldn’t see what was under it but he had pale skin and dark hair.
However, he heard her, and he dropped the helmet and his dumb foam eyes went to her immediately. He then flapped his hands and hid the cigarette behind his back. “Well howdy-do, ma’am!”
She was as stunned as he was, and just raised her hand. “Umm, hi!” She said, “Didn’t know you smoked.”
“Me? Nah! Ball guy doesn’t smoke! Unless you’re talking about capsules!”
Sonia narrowed her eyes. “I saw the cig, buddy.”
He rubbed the back of his head and pulled it from around his back, looking at it. “Can’t let the kids see it,” He said, but he dropped the voice for only a moment. He sounded… kinda middle-aged, actually. Not like a kid, but not an older gentleman either. “But let’s not talk about that!” He said in that goofy voice again, taking out a pack of cigarettes and putting it back in, then sliding the pack back in his pockets. Pall Mall, huh? “What can Ball Guy do for you?”
She shook her head. “Just curious. Wanted to see if I could ask a few things. You’re a man of mystery. You don’t work for Macro Cosmos, you have tons of money, and you do this entirely out of the goodness of your heart. I just wondered why.”
He shrugged. “For the kids, of course! Who wouldn’t entertain them?”
Sonia walked forward. “And is that the only thing you do?”
She had a feeling he was blinking behind the pokeball head. “What do you mean?”
“Well, that’s a really well made costume. You have money, like I said before. I just wondered who’s under there. What’s under there?”
He laughed. “Nothing! I’m just a pokeball! Sprouted legs one day, and here I am!”
Wow. He was a bit… committed. “I’m an adult. You don’t have to do the bit with me.”
“It’s not a bit! I’m just an average pokeball!”
She snorted and leaned next to him, pulling out her own cigarette. “Do house calls?”
“I’ve been known to, on occasion. Real popular at birthday parties.”
“Do house calls for adults?”
He scratched the pokeball. “I suppose if they were really into pokemon, I would.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not what I meant.”
“Then explain it to me?”
She dropped the purse, then took off her coat. Was she really gonna do this? Was it wise? She was really curious and the bushes were fairly secluded where they were. Well, it was now or never.
She turned to him and yanked her shirt up, showing him her lacey black bra and pale stomach. “Answer your question?”
He looked left, then right, then just stared. Or she thought he stared. Hard to tell when the eyes didn’t move. “Ma’am!” He said.
She grinned. “I have a few professional curiosities, if you’d indulge me,” she said, then stepped forward and pressed her hand against his crotch. Okay, there was a dick there. It didn’t tell her much, but it was a good start. He fell backwards against the wall, letting her rub him. “What else is under here?” She asked.
“I have a special pokeball for you,” he said, then unbuttoned his pants, then dropped them. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Definitely not for him to be gigantic. She dropped to her knees, looking it over. Well, she made it this far, so she grabbed it and started stroking him. He made no noise at all, but she noticed the dark patch of hair. She needed her hands, so she popped him on her mouth and worked his tip with her tongue, raising his shirt as she did. Huh, fit. Not hairy. Skinny and pale. He had a nice body though, but she could tell he was a little older.
He didn’t make a sound, but his hand went down and grabbed her head, and his stomach made some interesting movements. She couldn’t look at those big foam eyes. She couldn’t believe she was honestly doing this. It was… kinda hot? Sucking off a total stranger in public? Arceus, Nessa might actually have a heart attack. She decided that she might as well go whole hog and started bobbing her head, then used her free hands and unclipped her bra, letting it fall. After that, she grabbed his testes and pulled, pulling him out of her mouth. “These balls? These ones right here? Whatever do they do?” She said, then started sucking again. God, he was thick. If anything, he got even thicker when he was hard.
She yanked off her shirt and started on her pants. She just had to get that in there, but then he grabbed her and slammed her chest first into the side of the building, then yanked her pants down around her knees. Uhh, yes please.
There was silence for a moment, then a sound of fabric, then a rough hand against her clit. She couldn’t help it and let out a soft moan. He had to have done this before. He had no issues finding it. She had to not focus on the fact that she was butt-ass naked against the wall of Rose Stadium getting fingered by the beloved mascot, but then she did, and if anything, it was even more exciting. What was wrong with her? She’d never be able to meet those dumb foam eyes again.
The thought worked, and she started moaning and squeaking as he rubbed her, then stuck a finger inside. She wasn’t dry by any means, and then a second finger went in. Fuck. She started gasping and moaning. He was so good at this. Who the hell was he? The fingers slipped out, then she felt him enter.
Fuck.
He was slow at first, but damn, he was bigger than she’d had in a while, and that included Nessa’s strap-on. It just didn’t feel the same as a warm throbbing dick. He started slow, but then picked up some speed, and she went to grab anything, but ended up with him taking her arms behind her, her face against the wall as he fucked her. He moved the wrists to one hand, then grabbed her hair, and she felt it coming. She wasn’t gonna last long. Then the bastard yanked her head to the side and made her look at the damn face.
“Say my name,” he said in the voice.
She tried to shake her head, but he pulled harder. “Say it.”
She muttered it quietly, but then he started going hard, and it was so much better. Ball Guy was fucking her senseless.
“What’s my name?” He asked.
“B… Ball Guy!” She said, then came. She came so hard, and then was surprised when he did too, but he didn’t slow down, slamming into her. A hard raw pounding out here in public by Ball Guy. Arceus, she’d never tell. Never.
He started to slow, and she was focusing so hard on not making a scene, but now she was full of hot sticky semen, and she was convinced. This was probably the best sex with a man she’d ever had. Her knees buckled, and she slid down the building. She looked at him, and he simply used her shirt to clean his dick, zipped up, then whistled and went back around the side of the building, and she heard his voice. “Hey kids! It’s me, the friendly pokeball! Have I got a surprise for you!”
*****
He was scribbling in his journal back at the field office. He had a lot to record. “Day 486 in Galar. They haven’t found me yet, but when they do, they’re gonna be surprised.”
There was a light tap on the doorframe, and he looked up. The ball guy costume was sitting next to the wall, right next to the door, but that wasn’t the issue. They all knew. It was his undercover disguise. He was always good at disguises. “Yes Anabel?”
She smiled. “You’re needed. The chief wants to know how the Rose case is going.”
He nodded and stood, stretching. “Of course. Looker is on the case.”