From: April L Mowry Date: 24 Feb 2000 01:42:09 GMT Subject: NEW: Working the Ticket Counter or...M/S RST NC-17 Title: Working the Ticket Counter or The Day Darth Vader Showed Me the Most Spontaneous Use of the Light Saber Author: Ms AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Rating: NC-17 Keywords: Humor Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters contained herein. Archive: Sure anywhere just drop me a line so I can visit. Authors Notes: This is a response to a challenge that the members of the BNAJ League requested a while ago and I just got around to noticing so I thought I'd give it a whirl. Pure tongue-in-cheek, have fun! In addition, this is a request for some smut from Jade, be advised everyone is out-of-character. This is for fun only. I've taken a few liberties with time since I personally don't remember exactly when Star Wars: The Phantom Menace was released nationwide. Oh what the hell, I took a lot of liberties! Feedback: Love some! Waiting At the Ticket Counter (1/1) "Sir, you can't be serious." "I am, Agent Scully." Assistant Director Kersh gave her a stern look as if to say, why are you questioning me. "But why me? I'm sure there are other agents..." Kersh holds his hand up. "Agent Scully get this straight. You are under *my* direction now. We have been asked to assist in protecting a powerful and wealthy man. You have your orders, if you wish to disobey them feel free. However you will be suspended." Scully swallows before speaking. "Sir, what about Agent Mulder?" "Agent Mulder will receive his assignment separate from yours." Scully nods and starts to leave, Kershs voice stops her. "Agent Scully, I understand your hesitancy and truthfully *I* would rather assign someone else with more experience in this area. The truth is you are the right gender and size for this project. The address is in the folder is where you will pick up your attire. Good day, Agent." Scully steps out into the outer office and heads back to her desk in the bullpen. Mulder notices her demeanor right away. "What's wrong Scully?" "Nothing, Mulder...it's just this assignment." She begins gathering her things. "Where are you going Scully?" Mulders phone rings, he places his hand over the receiver. "Take your call Mulder I just have an appointment I need to get to." "Mulder...Yes I'll be right there." On his way to Kershs office, Mulder ponders what kind of trouble he's in now. Emerald City Theater Washington, DC 7:00 p.m. "I can't fucking believe this." Scully stares at her reflection. She feels naked even though she's wearing more material than a bikini. The theater is indoors. Yet she still feels chilled, her nipples harden beneath the bra-like top she wears. She shakes her head knowing that a strong breeze is all that she needs to expose her ass to the world. She tries to smile. Figuring it's not everyday; a person gets to dress up like Princess Leia. Although she would have preferred the outfit from Star Wars, instead she was chosen to grace the public wearing a copy of the costume from the slave-dancer scene from Return of the Jedi. George Lucas was scheduled to attend the D.C. premiere of the latest Star Wars film and several death threats were made against him. Calling in the FBI seemed the only logical choice. Scully steals her resolve, opens the door of the dressing room and slowly makes her way over to her post. Right beside the ticket counter. She feels the eyes of all the other undercover agents sweeping over her. It's only a few minutes until she notices the steady hissing coming from behind her. Turning she is confronted by black. Black boots, pants, cape, leather accents right down to the full-head helmet. Darth Vader. Great. She briefly wonders how the man inside can see through the black orbs of the faceplate. She tenses, instantly, knowing behind the mask his eyes are taking in her body. Scully notices the increase in breath, the hissing sound growing louder and faster. She shivers self-consciously when he speaks. "Agent Scully. Come with me for a moment." Scully hesitates until Darth Vader grabs her arm. "Now, Agent." He pushes her ahead of him, down the hallway and into a small room. The light in the room is dim; a red colored bulb gives off a tinted glow. "You're beautiful." Darth hisses. "What?" Scully feels him press up against her, suddenly and without warning. His gloved hands pulling her back, one hand around her throat the other spread over her bare stomach. She gasps when his hand moves lower and sweeps aside the front part of her skirt. "Don't scream." He warns, before plunging a leather-clad finger between her legs. The sensation is electric the leather and steady motion against her clit. Against her will her body betrays her, shock and fear turn to heat and passion. "Mmmm..." She moans as her hands move and locate the leather codpiece of his costume. Sliding in she finds the zipper and lowers it, intent on inflicting bodily harm. Until he speaks again. "God, Scully I want you." "Mulder?" She feels him shaking his head, the ventilator-like sound increases the minute she finds his cock and begins a steady rhythm. The novelty of the situation is not lost on her. She smiles. "Hmm...I always wondered exactly what other uses a light saber has...are you going to show me?" Mulder growls, before spinning her around. He rips the leather codpiece off, the tearing of Velcro unmistakable. Almost immediately Scully drops to her knees and takes his erection in her mouth. Mulders head drops back as her lips surround his flesh. His legs feel weak and he braces his hands against the wall. Scully holds his ass, firmly, while her tongue circles the head of his penis. "Scul...lee..." Mulder moans. Scully pulls back, stands and tucks the skirt front into the metal waistband. Grunting, Mulders gloved hands splay out on the globes of her ass, he lifts and slams her against the wall in one motion. Scully rubs herself against him before guiding the head of his cock in place. She can't help the scream that erupts from her throat with Mulders first deep stroke. "Shh...Scully...shhh..." "Sorry...sorry..." She gasps. "No...No it's okay...I'm sorry...did I hurt you?" Scully answers by shaking her head and grinding down on him with her hips, driving him deeper inside. "Je-sus...I guess not." "I wish I could see your face, Mulder." She pants out. "You will...you will..." He chants, thrusting faster and harder if possible. He senses the minute Scully begins to climax, her flesh quivering, tightening and then rippling over him. "Mulder...Oh...Mmmm..." She drops her head, her teeth fastening on the leather breastplate as her muscles clench repeatedly. The loud thump of Mulders helmet beside her causes first a giggle and then a gasp when he jerks twice and then fills her. After a few minutes Mulder pulls out and drops Scully back to her feet. First she straightens her outfit and then she fixes Mulders as he leans against the wall. She wonders if his legs feel as rubbery as hers do at the moment. "Scully?" He starts. "Hmm, Mulder?" "I don't think I can walk." She laughs. "C'mon Mulder we've got to get back to our post by the Ticket Counter. Use the force, Mulder." Her voice drops to a more husky timbre. "Especially if you want to show me the other moves your light saber is capable of later on." Scully can hear the amusement in his chuckle as they make their way back out. "My moves, Agent Scully? I'm shocked." A little boy runs up to Mulder. "Hi! Darth, I'm Timmy would you show me your light saber?" "Sure." Timmy examines the prop with all the interest of a child. "It's pretty long...and thick...thanks." He remarks and then scurries off. "That it is." Scully comments under her breath. "That it is." The End...