[Story] Ringing the Belle~!!

Hey y’all,

Buka’s been sick this past week, so they haven’t been able to share their latest progress on Paizuri University, but it’s coming. So keep your eyes out and fingers crossed they have a speedy recovery!

In the meantime, I’ll share a little story I wrote this week that I’m using to help flesh out two important characters, plus one new. Dick Spacer, Belle, and Elle.

We haven't been able to use them in any of our games yet, so spending time and getting to know them has been a lot of fun, and I can’t wait to write for them more. : 3

The story is set in Dick Spacer’s danky detective agency. After the events of Mamori Mansion, where Dick and Belle first meet. Belle ends up hanging around Dick’s office basically freeloading.

Elle (the new character), is Dick’s caring but stern assistant, who helps keep the agency running.

I hope y’all enjoy “Ringing the Belle”!

Dick Spacer: (It was another day in the office.)

Dick Spacer: (The sun shone through the window, like gods angels were in a classy penthouse and forgot to close the bathroom door.)

Dick Spacer: (It would only be a matter of moments before you hear their bells ringing.)

Dick Spacer: (Unfortunately for me, the only Bell that was ringing in my ears was the one standing right next to me.)

Belle: Are you even listening to me?

She whacked him on the back, sending his cigarette flying out onto the desk.

Belle: You said we’d have a new case by now.

He coughed, sputtering out a cloud of smoke.

Dick Spacer: I said I’D have a new case by now. I don’t know where you’re getting the WE from.

He picked up the bud and stuck it back in his mouth.

Belle: HEY! That’s mean…

Belle: You have to admit we worked pretty good together at that mansion.

Dick Spacer: Pretty good?

Dick remembers it differently.

Dick Spacer: (Who’da thought deep throating a dame to exorcise her would be this much trouble?)

Dick Spacer: Look sugar lips. This place, is a place of business.

She looked around the office at the piles of old newspapers, dusty law books, numerous ashtrays and empty whisky bottles.

Belle: …

Belle: Are you sure?

Belle: If I didn’t know better, I’d think this place was haunted, or at the very least abandoned.

Dick Spacer: *sigh*

Dick Spacer: That’s not the point.

Dick Spacer: Point is, jobs are dryin’ up in this town like all the whiskey bottles in this room.

She rubbed her chin, trying to understand what he was saying.

Belle: Mmm… maybe you should stop drinking them then?

Dick Spacer: *facepalm*

Dick Spacer: Ok angel, let me put it to you like this.

Dick Spacer: Elle out there. She’s the finest secretary in town. She knows who to call, and when to call.

Dick Spacer: If she can’t find a case, it means regular folks out there are keeping their nose cleaner then that hole you call a mouth.

She ran her fingers over her lips, before looking at it curiously.

Belle: (Does he mean my peach lip balm?)

Her head tilted left and right, causing the Newton's cradle in her head to tick loudly away, before quickly coming to a stop.

Belle: I find that hard to believe, my mouth is peachy clean.

Belle: By the way, who’s this Elle? I thought her name was Danielle.

Not all her dogs were barking, probably because they were high.

Dick Spacer: Elle… is short for Danielle.

Belle: OooHHHhhhh… I see.

Dick Spacer: Do you?!

He took his hat off and placed it on the stand, before sitting back down and resting his head on his desk.

Even though his face was down on the table, he poured himself a glass of whiskey without spilling a drop.

Belle: Isn’t it like, a little early for that?

Dick Spacer: For you, everything is too early.

Belle: Huh?

Like a puppy hearing a cat meow for the first time, she was puzzled, wondering if it was another insult or a compliment.

Belle: Hmm…

Belle: Shouldn’t we like, do something?

Dick Spacer: No.

Dick Spacer: We wait.

Belle: I swear, your office makes it look like you’re like a ghost or something.

He ignored her.

Belle: Maybe a little cleaning is in order.

Belle: Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.

Dick pressed his face against the table.

Dick Spacer: You can leave too you know.

She ignored him.

Belle: Don’t you want a clean office?

Belle turned around, bending over the pile of papers covering the coffee table, and started sorting through them.

Dick rolled his head up.

Dick Spacer: What are you do…in’g!?

If he still had his hat on, his eyebrows would have shot it clean off. Blown away by the pantyless pink sugar lips he saw in front of him.

Dick Spacer: …

Dick Spacer: Hmm…

Dick Spacer: (She’s not a total loss…)

He sat up taking a mouth full of bourbon, and adjusted his seat forwards to lean in.

Her booty wiggled under her short skirt as she moved paper after paper to different piles.

His eyes sharpened.

Dick Spacer: (Looks like the carpet matches the drapes…)

Eyes still fixed to Belle’s naked wiggling booty, he finished off the rest of his bourbon.

A quiet knock came from the door, before it opened.

Both were so preoccupied that they didn’t even notice Elle walking in.

Elle was holding Dick’s morning newspaper.

Elle: …

She noticed Belle cheerfully humming while she neatly stacked the papers.

Dick’s eyes barely blinked, staring with the intent of a homeless man eyeing two freshly baked buns.

Elle: *sigh*

Elle rolled up the newspaper tightly.

Elle: Oh, Dick?

Dick Spacer: Hrm…

He grunted barely acknowledging her, eagle eyes still locked onto its prey.

Elle’s arm came down in one deadly swoop, the newspaper striking Dick across the back of his head.

*CrACcK*

In an instant, Dick’s face was embedded in the desk.

The impact sent his legs flying up, out of his chair, over his head, and forcing his chest into the desk.

Dick Spacer: URGH GUH GUH!!!

Belle: YY--EEEEKKK!!!

Belle: What was that?!

Belle spun around to see Dick’s feet dangling above his head. His whole body locked in what appeared to be an extremely satisfying pose.

Belle: I think you might be enjoying that yoga pose a little too much.

His trousers were stretched out as much as he was.

Dick Spacer: I-m… fi-ne…

Belle: Well, at least you’re trying to stay flexible, but you shouldn’t be doing that while you’re smoking… and have an erection.

Dick Spacer: Ye-... yeah...

He struggled to say anything, his chin was pinned to the desk by the weight of his whole body.

Elle: Is there anything I can get you Belle?

Elle: Tea? Coffee? Panties?

Belle: Panties?

She tilted her puppy dog head, and lifted up her skirt to inspect the only panties she was aware of.

Belle: Whoopsie.

Belle: Looks like I lost them again.

Elle: Again…

Belle: They must have come off when I was coming through the window.

Elle: Come on girl, let’s leave Dick to his morning exercises and we’ll go find your panties.

Belle: Okay!

Elle: And girl. Try using the front door next time.

Elle: It’s open.

They left him to his yoga.

Let me know what you think, and any feedback is always welcome in the comments. 

But if you just enjoyed it or had a little chuckle, let me know below or press the heart button~!

~ Zuri Sama ~