### Rate Dape [Lewd] (anon~adagio~etc) - by Uh-hmmm

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> Be Anon, trying to drown your sorrows in a family diner > It was downright disappointing how quickly your internet audience gobbles up blog posts that are only /pol/ remixes > For whatever reason, you get just enough donations and such to keep you afloat, even as you despair more and more over the true nature of humanity > Beats working a job, and you find ways to spend your time > The waitress fills your coffee cup with an almost empty carafe, but doesn't leave at your mumbled thanks > "I'm sorry sir, we'll be closing soon. Would you like us to call a cab for you?" > You hazard a smile at the waitress, idly wondering how she even deals with that volume of hair "Nah, I'll be fine, I actually live pretty close." > You consider your cup "In fact I might as well get going, it's already pretty late." > The waitress slid into the seat across from you, some of her professional distance falling away > She gives you a small, pleading smile > "Could you keep me company for a bit? I've been working all day, and I haven't had a real conversation for longer." > The waitress actually looks pretty cute, now that you notice > You shrug and sip at the coffee "Alright. How've you been, uh-" > You read the name tag "Adagio?" > Adagio props her elbows up on the table and rubs her face tiredly > "You ever want to rule the world?" > It came out a little muffled "I guess? It might be nice." > You take a longer drink of your coffee > For the last of the pot, it was pretty good > Adagio peered at you from between her fingers > "I thought I'd give it a try, you know? Manipulate some administrators, stage a popular revolt, that sort of thing." "It always seems pretty simple at the start." > Then you yawn "Sorry, go on." > Adagio lowers her hands and smiles at you, an odd twinkle in her eye > "It is getting pretty late, huh? Well, to cut a long story short, I had to move out of the area and lay low with my two idiot roommates. I did learn something from the whole experience though." > You are having trouble keeping your eyes open, but you struggle to talk "What's, ah, that?" > Another yawn > Adagio lays her hand on yours > "I don't need to rule the world. It's more fun to personally overwhelm individuals." > That sounds vaguely ominous, but you are too tired to care "That's..." > Your head jerks up, fighting off sleep "That's good?" > Adagio rises and makes her way to your side, supporting your weight as she walks you to the door > "It is for me." > The last thing you remember is her low laugh > You wake up groggy and disoriented > You stare around blearily at an unfamiliar bedroom > Clothes lie scatted across ever surface > You spy bras and panties with some interest, before noticing three used condoms on the nightstand near the bed > Your blood runs cold, and your anus puckers in horror, but then you realise you aren't actually butthurt > Now you just feel vaguely cheated > You sit up fully, and the sheet falls from your torso > Well, it seems you are at least shirtless, > Never mind, you are naked and there is no sign of your clothes > You consider wrapping yourself in the sheet as you gingerly slide off the bed, but modesty is not exactly what you want > Especially given the cup size of the bras > You swagger out into the hallway, looking both ways, and walking towards the kitchen > You hear a door open behind you, and you turn > A woman with long, purple and green pigtails and pajamas gives you an appreciative once over > "Nice." > You try not to blush too much "Thanks. Do you know where my clothes went?" > The woman maintained strick eye contact with your dick > "Yeah sure, whatever." > ... "How about where, uh, what's her name is? The once with poofy orange hair." > "Shhhhhhhh." > You swing your hips a bit > She licks her lips "Go for it." > Finally, she looks you in the eyes and approaches slowly, her hips swaying in a loose flannel prison > "You're awfully cocky for some guy who broke into a girl's apartment naked." > A fair point; the law would probably side with the less perverted person in the situation > Still, you get the feeling it won't come to that "What are you going to do about it?" > She got real close, pulling your head down slightly to bring your ear to her mouth > With her other hand, she grabs your dick with a pressure that borders on painful > "I don't fuck with Adagio's sloppy seconds." > Then she lets go of both of your heads and sashays off > You may be confused, but your boner isn't > You follow those hips to the tiny kitchen and dining area > Yet another pretty girl is at the card table, happily eating some weird lucky charms knockoff > What do kangaroos have to do with marshmallows? > She starts giggling immediately > You begin to reconsider your immodesty choice, but soldier on "I don't suppose you know where my clothes are?" > The girl with the blue ponytail beckons you over, and eats another spoonful of marshmallow matey's > You crouch down so you are on eye level with her "Yes?" > She swallows, and your eyes are inexplicably drawn to the motions of her throat > "They're in the wash, but..." > Come to think of it, there was a muted machine sound in the background "How long'll it be?" > The bowl of cereal lies forgotten as she turns to face you fully, a light blush dusting her cheeks > "Not too long, but, um." > You wait patiently > "Can I touch your chest?" "If you like." > Bluey goes round-eyed as she lightly traces her fingertips across your pecs > It feels kinda nice, in a weird way > Then she gently pinches your nipples "Having fun there?" > She beams at you > "Yup!" > The door to the apartment opens > Bluey freezes, her fingers releasing you automatically > You turn and rise to see a familiar face in unfamiliar jeans and a button down blouse > Adagio raises an eyebrow at you > "Quite the exhibitionist, I see." > You shrug "What's there to hide, when you have been raped three times?" > "Fair point. Follow me." > She leads you back to her bedroom, carrying your clothes in a small basket > Adagio closes the door behind you > "It wasn't three times." "Oh?" > She shucks off her blouse, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra either > The jeans soon follow > Your heart beats quickly, blood flowing in a southerly direction > She slinks up to you, her soft body hot against your flesh > Adagio's eyes smolder > "Shall we make it five?"