Misterdoe's Fiction

“Well, we’ve been trying to be nice, but we’re not exactly negotiating here,” the mesh top said.
“So I am under arrest,” I said. So much for options.
“No, not really. I mean, you won’t be dragged off to some secret lair or anything. Unless, of course, that’s what you want…”
“What do you say about all this?” [...]

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Just as I felt a tongue gently push its way into my mouth, the wig’s voice spoke again. “I hope you don’t mind this,” it said. “It was an impulse.”
“No, I don’t mind at all,” the blue outfit said with a chuckle. “In fact, I’m enjoying this. Gives me a few ideas.”
“I know he’s enjoying [...]

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The blue sweater-and-skirt outfit moved towards me. It extended an empty sleeve towards me, and I felt a hand grasp mine and pull me towards the door to Steve’s office, as the outfit spoke, “I think maybe you need to see this, Bryan, even if you’d rather not.”
“Wait a minute,” the wig said. “Bryan? I [...]

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I walked into the office to find, behind the receptionist’s desk, a floating wig. That’s all. Just a wig, with a pair of glasses floating along with it.
“Can I help you?” asked a feminine voice, from the vicinity of the wig.
“Uh, I guess so,” I started, staring at the wig. “But where are you?”
“Right in [...]

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In which a stalking victim decides his “predicament” may not be so bad after all…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

If you’d like to see this story continued, send me a message and I’ll be sure to forward your message to him. I’d ask his permission to post a live link (and get [...]

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