[FIC] Role Play

No, I do not know how to LJ cut. Lo siento.

Role Play

Disclaimer: Don’t own Mythbusters. Drabble used with anemptymargin’s permission.

“Ahh, break time!” Scottie exclaimed as she planted herself in front of her computer. She pulled up her email, checked that, then pulled up random sites to surf.
While browsing some online journal site, Scottie, on a whim, typed in ‘mythbusters’. The search engine pulled up numerous people and groups that had to do with Mythbusters. Scrolling down, she saw a group called ‘mythbusterslash’. She clicked on it.
What she read made her blush to the roots of her hair.
Tory and Kari came in, bearing lunch, just in time to see Scottie’s face.
“Ohhh, Scottie’s looking at dirty pictures,” Tory teased.
“I wish. This is worse.”
“What could be worse than dirty pictures?”
Scottie motioned them over to the monitor, and they read over her shoulder.
They burst out in peals of laughter.
“That is so hilarious!”
“Adam and Jamie are going to flip if they hear about this!”
“We’re going to flip if we hear about what?” Adam asked as he and his partner-in-crime brought in what remains of Buster.
“Some people online have been writing dirty stories about you two!” Kari said before they could stop her.
“What? Let me see.” Scottie relinquished her chair to Jamie as he began reading the fiction, Adam looking over his shoulder.
“These people are strange,” Jamie commented as he clicked on something simply labeled as a drabble.
“Let’s act that one out.” Adam pointed to the drabble.
One could hear a pin drop; the others stared at him in stunned silence.
“What? It’d be funny, and besides, no one but the five of us would know.”
Jamie got up, looked out the door to make sure the camera crew was gone, then locked the door. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
Adam pulled out some rope and a paddle. Tory helped him tie his wrists up, then threw the rope over a thick beam and pulled (with help) until Adam’s toes barely touched the ground.
Scottie took back the computer and began reading out loud:
“‘Adam winces as the warm pain rushed through him-the paddle glancing off his ass as he adjusted to being stretched out on tiptoe with his wrists suspended above his head. “Yes, sir.” His voice is clear in the Spartan dungeon-though barely a whisper.’”
“This is Spartan?
“Shut up, Tory.”
Jamie shook his head, swung back, and whacked Adam in the butt.
“OW! That’s not a glance!”
“I figured if I got talked into this, I’d better milk it for all it’s worth.”
“‘“ Count, slave.” Jamie’s voice, firm and demanding as the paddle strikes again.’”
“Um, count, slave,” Jamie said nonchalantly.
“That’s demanding?”
“SHUT UP TORY!”
“Fine. Count, slave!” Jamie repeated, this time in a firmer tone. He swung again.
“‘“Two…” Adam gasps, falling forward and pulling his wrists before stumbling back up straight. The third time he holds back, trying not to flinch; “Three.”’”
Adam strained his wrists then relaxed. “Two…headmistress.”
The mythterns snickered and Jamie spanked Adam extra hard, but despite the absolute pain that shot through Adam’s body, he stayed still and said “Three.”
“‘Jamie took the edge of the thick wooden paddle down the captive slave’s backside, then pulls back for a strong smack.’”
“Who are you calling a captive slave?” Adam yelled.
Scottie shrugged. “That’s what it says.”
Jamie took the edge of the paddle and traced it down Adam’s back. Adam began to laugh.
“That tickles!”
Jamie got into a batter’s stance, ready to swing for all his worth.
“‘Adam gasps, his eyes flashing open as he wakes-realizing that it had all only been a fantasy after all…’”
The paddle drops.
“OH COME ON!” Jamie exclaimed, having lost his chance to spank Adam to kingdom come.
The mythterns were clutching their stomachs in laughter. Adam was laughing as Jamie helped him down. Even Jamie had a smirk on his face.
Tory stopped. “Hey, how come they don’t write about us?”