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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

It was, of course, that exact moment that Sheldon came around the corner holding two coffees.  Frozen in complete disbelief at the sight before him, his fiance… his proclaimed very gay fiance… with his hands down a blue woman’s pants who apparently was near orgasm. Mouth hanging open he finally snapped to, “Wayne, honey? You can tell that one isn’t me because of the poor fashion sense and the boobs. Just in case you were confused.”

He did have to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful even with the over the top makeup.

Bell rolled her eyes over to the voice, a blue man? Oooooh this just kept getting better, “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” she thrust her hips back hard and winked, “I’ll give him back when I’m done~” 

Oh god. Of all the times for Sheldon to come back…

Wayne froze up and looked right to Sheldon, face beet red and he swallowed, beginning to stammer.

“N-no, Sheldon it’s… She stole my wallet and- Ack!” Wayne gasped when Blue thrust back against his crotch again and Wayne finally managed to get a hold of his wallet, yanking it out and backing up quickly from the woman.

“Look, you. Piss off.” Wayne growls, wiping his wallet on his shirt and frowning deeply, face still red, feeling mortified beyond belief. Looking up at Sheldon, he walks over to him and takes the coffee meant for him with a long, steadying and calming breath,

“She groped me. I thought it was you, blue hands and all that.” Wayne mutters, glaring over at the woman.
“Stole my wallet and put it down her pants. That’s gross you know!” He shouts at her.

Bluebell, laughed as Wayne jerked away, “Ah come on now big boy! My trouser monster doesn’t bite,” she winked and grabbed her crouch lewdly, “It just wants to be your frand~” tossing her head back she cackled, “You’d think gay men were allergic,” she ran her hands over her curves, “Don’t worry baby boy, I won’t taint you.”

Sheldon raised a sculpted brow at the whole exchange, “She stole your wallet? How in the world did she steal your wallet?“ he looked between the two with a frown, torn between bafflement and confusion at his mate’s reactions. Focusing on the crass woman, he snorted, "Do you have no shame?”

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

“Oh baby~ You know I like it rough,” Bell purred and stuck her butt out tauntingly, laughing at the familiar treatment, “Real muscle man, aren’t you?”

Testing his grip… it reminded her of Wynette. Actually, now that she thought about it, he kinda smelled like Wyn too. Huh.

“That would take aaaaall the fun out of, big boy,” she looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her lips, “Big brave man like you afraid of what little old me has between her legs?”

Wayne grunted as when Blue pushed her ass out it collided with his crotch and he instantly pulled his hips further away with a growl.

“Would you just stop?” Wayne asked of her, flushing at her continued flirty behaviour and teasing. It was bad enough this chick was coming on to him (teasing or not) but the fact she smelled damn good and Wayne was liking it.

Not a good sign.

Glowering at her next words, Wayne growls and shoves her harder against the railing and switches his hold to one hand so he could reach down and find her belt buckle.

Fine, if she was going to make him do this he’d be as quick as bloody possible.

“Shut up.” Wayne grumbles.

Bell moaned blatantly, playing it up, “You really know how to treat a lady. Aaaah! Haaaarder~”

God, this was well worth the man handling, just for the reek of his embarrassment and frustration. It was getting hard not to laugh. Of course, it helped that she did like some rough treatment. She wiggled her hips to make his attempt to get to the wallet harder. She really wanted to feel that dick again, that boy was packing! 

“Oooh! Officer!” She cried out in her best porn voice.

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

“Hand it over? Now where would the fun be in that?” Bell bit her lip with an excitable giggle. He WAS fun to mess with and the blush was priceless, “How about you come and get it then?” 

Staring Wayne straight in the eye she leaned back and pulled forward her pants by the large belt buckle. With a well practiced evil laugh, she stuffed his wallet deep down the front of her pants and into her underwear. 

Wayne sighed irritably and took a step forwards only to gape at what she did.

“Dude what the fuck?!” Wayne gestured to Bluebell’s pants and looked even more scandalized.

“This isn’t funny!” Wayne growls. He so wasn’t in the mood. Stalking up to her, he grabs Bluebell by the wrists and drags her over and around, pushing her up against the fence of the bridge and glared down at her, not letting the woman go.

“Now listen here. I’m going to let go of one of your hands, and you’re going to get my wallet for me. You’re then going to give it to me and maybe I won’t bodily haul you to the station.

She thought he was a cop here, so fine. He’d be a cop for now.

“Oh baby~ You know I like it rough,” Bell purred and stuck her butt out tauntingly, laughing at the familiar treatment, “Real muscle man, aren’t you?”

Testing his grip… it reminded her of Wynette. Actually, now that she thought about it, he kinda smelled like Wyn too. Huh.

“That would take aaaaall the fun out of, big boy,” she looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her lips, “Big brave man like you afraid of what little old me has between her legs?”