Hi! Here's the Disclaimer! This is a hentai fanfic, for readers over 18, or in the case of many of my friends, for readers mature enough to deal with the material herein. ^_^ It's involves Team Rocket... NO! Don't go away! Please stay! I realize that the generic Rocket fic is a yawn-fest, but I've been waiting for someone to write this one. *sigh* Unfortunately, no-one seemed to want to, so therefore I stopped bitching and did it myself. Um... ::giggle:: Enjoy! **A Dish Best Served Cold** a Team Rocket lemon by Rukochan Jessie sank to her knees before her mistress, and lowered her head. "You're late." Jessie winced at the harsh tone. She stole a glance up at the statuesque figure and whispered, "I'm sorry, my Queen, but I had trouble ditching the idiot. I had to circle all over the town before I was sure it was safe to met you here. Please forgive me..." "Of course I'll have to punish you, and I know how you would hate that," sneered her mistress, stooping and tilting Jessie's chin upward. Jessie blushed as she gazed into her mistress' eyes, which sparkled like emeralds at the thought. "What shall I do to you first..." At which point the door to the room flew open. "Are you two at it again? Jeez, I oughta turn a hose on youse!" James stood, raking his fingers through his lavender hair. "Really, Meowth; you could have knocked." "You could have locked the door," countered the cat pokemon. He sauntered in, wearing one of the complimentary kimono the love hotel provided for its clients, and made his way over to the wet bar. "I knew somethin' was fishy when youse took off in different directions earlier, so I tailed Jessie. I shoulda figured you pervs'd be here." He popped open a can of Mizu no Kuma beer, then hopped up on the bed. "You know, James, that getup is pretty stupid anyway, but with Jessie's boots, you look really dumb." James made a face. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to get lost for a few hours?" "Hell no, " Meowth replied cheerfully. "Not unless you'd like me to tell the Boss that the real reason we took this sidetrip to Neon Town instead of following the twerp was so that you two could indulge in your sick little games." James sighed, then turned back to Jessie, looking down at her. "Well, Jess, we'd better call it quits, because it's evident we're not going to have any privacy." Jessie gazed up at him. This had all started while on the road a few weeks back, when she had commented about the frequency in which James seemed to be ending up in drag. He had blushed a lovely shade of magenta. "It's just disguise for the plans and all, " he offered lamely. "So you say," Jessie teased, "but I'm beginning to think you like it." Then she did something that had surprised both of them; she put her hand on his and whispered, "I know I like it." James looked at her a moment, then softly said, "Remind me to show you some of my other outfits..." The one he wore now was lovely; James was a vision in a lavender satin corset which complimented his hair nicely, and pinched his waist, giving him almost feminine curves. He also wore a matching pair of panties and black stockings, and Jessie's thigh high patent leather boots. He looked absolutely beautiful towering over her. Normally she thought him a twit, but the drag transformed him into a goddess. He was her mistress, and she was damned if she was going to let Meowth interrupt the evening James had planned for her. "Jessie?" She smiled, and said, "My Queen, if you think I need correction, does it matter who watches? Punish me as you see fit." James flashed a grin, then entwined his fingers in Jessie's hair. "You naughty thing!" He pulled her to her feet, making her gasp, and hissed in her ear, "You want Meowth to watch you acting like a whore, don't you?" Jessie reddened. "N-no, I just..." she began, then gasped as James pinched her nipple through her uniform. "Liar," said James with a knowing smile. He reached under her jacket and squeezed one breast, his fingers gently brushing the nipple and causing it to harden almost painfully. "Don't try making excuses to me, because I can see right through them." The hand roamed down under her skirt, into her panties. Jessie shivered and made a soft cooing sound as James gently cupped her mount; he then inserted a finger between her folds and gently stroked her clit. "See?" He removed his hand, holding it up. Evidence of her arousal was clear to see as glistening strands of lubrication between his fingers. "You're already this wet at the thought, aren't you?" He stuck his fingers in her mouth. "Lick them off, you little bitch." Jessie closed her eyes and ran her tongue over his fingers. She admitted that though she wouldn't have picked Meowth to play voyeur, the idea of someone else in the room watching was turning her on. She felt wonderfully wicked, and lost herself in the sucking. "Do you like how you taste?" asked James, removing his fingers. Jessie looked down at her feet and whispered, "Yes..." "What was that? Speak up, now, so Meowth can hear it too." He tightened his grip in her hair. She gave a squeak of surprise at the tug and said clearly, "Yes, my Queen." There was a snicker from the bed. "And I thought this was gonna be a boring evening." "Shut up, cat." James cast Meowth a warning glance, then released Jessie. "Now as I was going to ask you before we were so rudely interrupted..." Meowth stuck his tongue out at James. "Did you get that package I asked for?" "Yes, my Queen." Jessie bent to retrieve the paper bag from the small table it had been tossed onto. She dumped out the contents: a package of condoms with a small tube of lubricant, a length of clothesline, a small container of baby powder, and a pair of opera-length shiny black latex gloves. "I found everything, my Queen, I even made that appointment you told me to. And I wrote it off as a business expense as you said." "WHAT?" "Wonderful," said James with approval as he sprinkled powder in the gloves and pulled them on. "Wonderful my furry butt!" sputtered Meowth. "The Boss is gonna be mighty pissed off!" Jessie turned on Meowth. "Bossbossboss!" she hissed back at him. "Is that all you can say?" James slapped her, then grabbed hold of her hair and yanked, forcing her to her knees again. "Unless you want me to turn you out into the hallway naked you will not speak until spoken to," growled James, giving her a shake. "Do you understand?" Jessie gave a mute nod, her face burning. "As for you, Meowth, you can keep your comments to in yourself." James let Jessie go, and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs and ignoring the grumbling behind him. "Can you come here and strip for me?" Jessie crossed the room to stand before her mistress. She unsnapped the short jacket emblazoned with the "R" and tossed it aside, then unfastened her black bra, bending slightly to show her cleavage to its best advantage. She stripped off her gloves, and ran her fingers through her long, strawberry-colored hair, doing a little turn for James. Then she shrugged off the bra and tossed it as well, freeing her breasts. "Floop!" She blushed and glared at Meowth, who feigned innocence, but she held her tongue. She straightened, and unzipped the side fastening on her skirt. She let it drop to the floor, then stepped out of it. She hesitated. "Keep going, "said James; he uncrossed his legs, his own arousal obvious as his cock strained against the satin panties. Jessie rolled her own panties down to her knees, slipped one leg out, then kicked them off with the other leg. She posed for him then, blushing prettily, her hands behind her back and eyes downcast. "Very nice," breathed James. "Now come here and kneel in front of me." She did so, looking up at him trustingly. "Let's see if we can put that sharp tongue of yours to better use, hmm?" James pulled aside the lavender satin, and his cock popped out, slapping against his thigh. He took hold of Jessie's head and guided her mouth down on him. She circled her tongue over the head, relishing his sharp intake of breath. She relaxed her throat muscles to take him as deep as she could, making the little slurping sounds she knew he liked, and made him jump slightly as she reached a hand up to gently squeeze his balls. Suddenly, all Jessie could smell was sardines as a voice close to her ear said , "Bleah; what does that taste like?" That did it. She belted Meowth. "Meowtch!" "My Queen, I'm sorry but I can't deal with this idiot anymore!" cried Jessie. "I thought this might happen," James said with nod. "I've already prepared something for it. Get me the clothesline." "What?!" "Yes, my Queen!" Jessie nearly ran across the room to fetch it. "Clothesline?!" James proceeded to truss up the pokemon, avoiding his claws skillfully. "This isn't funny, James!" Meowth yowled. "I am gonna tell the Boss!" "Put this in the bathroom." James held the struggling, spitting Meowth out to Jessie at arm's length. "We'll let him loose before we leave." "But what if he escapes before then?" asked Jessie, taking a cautious grip. "You'd better hope I don't escape," hissed the tightly bound Meowth, his tail lashing. James waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing will happen." Jessie carried Meowth over to the bathroom and dumped him unceremoniously on the tile floor, and closed the door behind her. Meowth flopped on the floor. "Lemme out!" Then there was a sound behind him like a whisper of silk, and a soft voice asked "Meowth?" He looked over his shoulder as best he could to see a lovely female meowth clad as a geisha in a brightly colored kimono sitting next to a table laden with snacks. She shifted, causing her kimono to fall gracefully and leave one shoulder bare. "It appears this one has an honored guest," she purred. Meowth blinked. *** In the meantime, Jessie returned to the bed to find James ripping open a condomwrapper. "Open your mouth, " ordered James, and when she did he placed the condom on her tongue. "Now put this on me. I still need to punish you, but after I do maybe I'll fuck you." Jessie turned bright red, and James laughed. He pulled her down before him again, holding his cock steady for her as she used her mouth and tongue to roll the condom onto it. She licked his shaft after she finished, enjoying the slightly bitter taste of the plain latex. "You like being treated like this, don't you?" James said softly, toying with her hair. "My own private little whore, ready to do whatever I desire. Oh, the possibilities..." Without any warning, he grabbed her hands and pulled her over his knee. Jessie yelped. One hand kept her pinned while the other stroked her ass. She closed her eyes, enjoying the smoothness of the latex glove against her skin. "How many times shall I spank you?" he mused. Jessie was very still, and James laughed again. "Worried, are we? Afraid I might spank you as many times as you've hit me over the last few years?" He gave one buttock a squeeze. "Maybe I should. Would you like that, bitch?" "No, my Queen," she said quietly. "But I would enjoy it very much, and at the moment I seem to be the one in charge," sneered James. Jessie swallowed nervously. "Y-yes, my Queen." "We'll start small then," he relented. "I'm going to spank you for a count of twenty; I want you to count as I do, and if you lose track, I'm going to start over." If Jessie had been expecting light slaps, she was sadly mistaken. James spanked her with a heavy hand, first one buttock, then the other. The pain quickly gave way to a warmth that extended to between her legs and aroused her until she ached. Somehow she managed to keep count, though before number twelve she was sobbing and arching her back to meet the blows, which came faster and harder. The final blow hit near her cunt, and her voice went shrill. *** In the bathroom, the geisha had freed Meowth and was pouring him some sake. She lifted her head as Jessie's cries echoed outside. "Oh Sir," she said, "your associates do seem an interesting pair." "Ignore them,"said Meowth, slurring slightly, the effects of the rice-wine taking its toll. "Let me create poetry for you inshtead." She hid her face behind her sleeve and giggled. "Sir flatters this one so..." *** "You held up very well," growled James in the next room, " but I'm not done with you yet." Jessie was tossed onto her stomach on the bed. She felt one latex-covered hand gently trail its fingers across her ass, and she twitched, gasping at the intensity. "Your ass is so red," breathed her mistress, spreading her cheeks apart. "And it feels so hot." The coldness of the lube being applied made her squeal. "Hush." James poured a bit of lube onto his palm. He stroked his cock, greasing it, and straddled Jessie. He used one hand to guide the head to the tight little ring of her ass. He grinned as she began to make noises of desire tinged with fear, moving her hips under him. He leaned forward to whisper to her, "Tell your mistress what you want." Jessie whimpered and hid her face. He wrapped her hair around one fist and pulled. "Say it, you little whore." "Please, my Queen," she begged, squirming, "I want your cock. Please fuck me... oh please!" James thrust into her to the hilt, and she cried out at the invasion. *** Meowth, ignoring the sounds of Jessie being fucked within an inch of her life, lay beside the geisha, fanning them both with his folding fan emblazoned with the Team Rocket insignia as he sang: I turn to you. Sun- light glitters on your whiskers; I pause in wonder. "Oh Sir," breathed the geisha, resting a paw on his face and allowing him to grope her thigh, "that is so beautiful..." *** "You're so beautiful when you're being humiliated," James hissed as he pounded into Jessie. "And so tight, too..." She gave up trying to differentiate between the pain and pleasure, savoring instead the feeling of being stretched open beneath her mistress, being used as his toy. He gripped her firmly by the hip with one hand, his other hand entwined in her hair to pull her head back. "Maybe I should treat you like this all the time; I think it would do wonders for that snotty attitude of yours," he growled, biting her ear. "It'd be hard to act so high and mighty when all I'd need to do is snap my fingers and you'd be on your knees, begging to suck me off. Of course, I could always just hand you over to Meowth; I'm sure he'd think of something to do with you." The look of horror on her face made James laugh and redouble his efforts. "You didn't see the way he was looking at you earlier. He was staring at these lovely tits of yours, " James gave one a squeeze, "like he wanted to just bury himself in them. Can you imagine that raspy cat tongue on these nipples?" She moaned despite herself as he pinched her nipple, horrified at the thought that this line of conversation was exciting her. "Nooooo..." Her moan was all James needed to push him over the edge; he threw his head back, groaning himself as he came, pulling her hips towards him. He loosened his grip on Jessie's hair, pulling out of her; he tossed the condom to the floor and stuffed himself back beneath the lavender satin, then gathered her into his arms. "My sweet little whore," James whispered as he kissed her tearstreaked face, leaving lipstick traces on her cheeks. He caressed her breasts, making her shiver, and trailed his hand down over her belly to rest between her legs. "You're so slippery down here..." He began to rub her clit, causing her to sigh and twitch in his arms. *** Meowth held the geisha in his arms, licking her neck, causing her to purr wildly. She gently raked her claws across his back, her tail wrapping around his. "Oh Sir..." she mewed. *** "Please, my Queen," Jessie breathed, gazing up at James, her eyes brimming. "Please what?" He smiled down at her, lightly circling his fingers over her clit. "If you want me to do something, you'll have to ask me; I can't guess." She closed her eyes, her face hot, and breathed deeply. Then she opened them again and said, "May I please have some fingers in my cunt?" "I think that can definitely be arranged." He laid her on her back and stuck a pillow under her backside, raising her hips a bit. "Would you play with your clit? I want you to make all sorts of pretty noises for me." Jessie reached between her legs and stroked herself, and James inserted two fingers into her. She sighed, closing her eyes, and began to move on his fingers. It felt lovely, but she had been so aroused for so long that it was just a teasing pleasure, and left her needing more. "My Queen...can I have another finger?" "Another one?" He pretended shock. "Greedy bitch!" He shifted cross-legged before her and lifted her legs, resting her feet on his knees; he twisted his fingers in her, then added two more. "Is that what you want?" "Oooooh..." "You're such a little whore," he said, wiggling his fingers and watching her squirm. She looked up at him, her blue eyes glazing. "Only for you, my Queen..." At this response, James made an appreciative growl and inserted his thumb as well. "I'm glad to see that you know who you belong to." "Oh my Queen, I could only belong to you," she whimpered. "Please more? Please?" He gently eased further in, twisting his hand to get the knuckles inside her, then curled his hand slowly into a fist. "There," he said softly, "is that what you wanted?" *** The geisha threw back her kimono, rolling to her side, and she beckoned to Meowth, her tail swishing. "Oh Sir, come play," she purred. Meowth tossed his own kimono off completely and pounced on her, biting her neck. He wrapped an arm under her and sang: Your eyes shine like gems, Love,and I am tempted to add you to my wealth. She mewled and pulled Meowth's face to her own, licking his cheek. *** "Oh, my Queen, yes! That's what I wanted..." Jessie moaned, lifting her hips off the pillow as her mistress rotated his fist in her. "Wanted it so bad..." "Such a naughty girl," crooned James. "Please fuck me, my Queen," she begged. "Please, with your fist..." His other hand stroking her thighs, James began working his fist in her. "Are you going to come for me?" She could feel the orgasm building, but wanted to hold out as long as possible before she came; she was enjoying his fist far too much. The sensation of being stretched and filled was intense. "Can I, my Queen?" "Of course you can,"said James. "I want to watch your face when you do." She blushed. "Yes, my Queen..." "Well?" He began to thrust quicker. "Come for me. Now, whore." She found herself tottering over the brink, and plummeted into orgasm, arching her back and nearly screaming. *** Meowth gripped the geisha by the scruff of her neck with his fangs, his paws around her belly. She yowled, thrusting her hips to meet his. *** When Jessie came back to reality, she found James had removed his hand and was now laying beside her, kissing her face and gently stroking her belly and hips. "Oh James," she sighed. "So, do you like being my toy, Jessie?" he said, smiling. She laughed shakily. "Oh yes!" She turned to embrace him, shivering at the feel of the satin against her breasts. "I'm sorry..." she whispered. "For what?" asked James, though it was evident he knew exactly what she was talking about. She pouted at him. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" "Of course not." She giggled a bit at his bluntness, then, "Well, I'm sorry I beat up on you all the time. I don't know why, I just..." "You need to feel in control," he interrupted, kissing her cheek. "I understand. I'm not going to forgive you, but I understand." James rolled on top of her, pinning her hands down on the bed, and growled, "Just remember, from here on in, everytime you are a bitch at me, or at Meowth, I will take it out of your hide later. Do you understand me?" "Yes, James," Jessie quavered. "Good girl." He released her and kissed her. Silence for a moment, then: "James?" "Hmm?" "You wouldn't really... give me to Meowth, would you?" *** "My Heart," purred Meowth, "please tell me we can meet again." "Oh Sir, this lowly one is a but paid entertainer, and cannot follow her heart as she wishes," said the geisha sadly, laying in his arms. "Won't it be expensive to court me as your lover?" Meowth copied James' earlier gesture with finesse; with a dismissive wave of his paw, he said, "I can write it off as a business expense." *** Owari * The End Whoa! That ended up being longer than I expected! ::kowtow:: After alternately impersonating both James and Jessie over the course of the story, let me say thank you for making it this far! James has needed to avenge himself for some time, and it was a good excuse to slap Jessie around. Gimme feedback! Please, no flames! ::cower:: All characters copyright their respective owners, yadda-yadda. Except for Nyasuko the geisha. She's from MY stable. You can reach me at nurseruko@aol.com Ja ne! ^_^