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Glisten · **08-07-2015, 10:36 AM**

"Oh, Robbie boy. You simply misunderstood me, sweet cheeks. My language is very colorful and I definitely don't consider it pure, especially with all the special events that have gone on in there. I don't want to censor you, but I want to encourage it. You see, when I tell someone they need to be punished, I don't mean thrown in a cell until they die. Punishment is enjoyment, both receiving and giving. You steal, then I'll steal something from you. Perhaps come behind you and take away something many people hold sacred. If that's already taken, then I have many ways to punish you, but it's enjoyment. The one may not enjoy it at first, but I guarentee they will eventually. It's a Glisten guarnetee. I want you to keep speaking those harsh words. Why? So I can wash your pretty mouth out with my special soap. I'm not offended at anything you say, honey bunch. In fact, between you and I, it turns me on a little on the inside. I've been waiting to show someone this mask I've made and who better to show it to than you, fellow maskian.

If the addition of your filthy mouth and my soap isn't enough to make me excited, it certainly was when you said three simple words: "Well fudge you." Oh, darling, you've made me so happy. Could you imagine if you simply added an extra little dot between WE and LL? "We'll fudge you." Oh, baby cakes! This thing between us is going places. I can sense it. I can taste it. I can feel it. Even if you didn't mean "we'll," I still got your message perfectly clear. My answer is yes, big boy. Yes! Fudge me.

Fudging is definitely a 'men of the people,' as you put it. The larger the group, the better fudging.

I understand you're afraid of all this because it may be your first time. I don't promise to take things slow, but I do promise you'll never forget our time together in the square. Think of it, Robbie. Ropes are everywhere. You could tie me up and have your way with me. Your hands can take jabs all over my body. Who knows, you might can even hit below the belt and make it crazy fun. Maybe I could tie you up? There's plenty of rope to do so. I would punch you, kick you, and definitely make you build up with so much emotion you'll be ready to just let it go.

Let's pretend, Robbie. Let's pause for a moment and play your little game.

Thoughts, words, actions, and then comes the finale... judgment.

Sometimes words are missed and judgment never comes.

Think about it like this, honey... your mommy and daddy thought about fucking at the circus as an adventure one-time deal. No words, just a little flirting based on their thoughts. They go and have a nice time.. actions. Are they ever judged for having sex and created a child? Not really. So really words and judgment are just extra. Even then, sometimes thoughts stay with you and are never exercised with words or actions. If there are so many loopholes in your thinking, honey, then what makes you think that formula works on me? It doesn't. In fact, that formula doesn't always work with anyone so you need to drop that whole idea. Just accept me and you in the ring together, and destiney has brought us here.

You and I have a lot more common than you think; yes, other than just masks and pretending.

For example, you called yourself Robbie multitasking Bourbon. I definitely can multitask as well. Isn't it fun? You're using both hands, mouth feet, and words all at once to help others. IT gives me so much pleasure, as I'm sure it does to you too. We both can do the multitasking, wrecking, and be men of the people. People includes women and men. Really, I'm all about helping people too."

Glisten picks up the white mask he showed everyone for his new 'character,' Sixty-Nine.

"I wonder how it all works, Robbie. If it's always technically me, including under this mask, then why would I consider getting a lawyer? To sue myself for gimmick infringement? Darling, you know you just gave me an idea. I could be a lawyer and sue you for 100 million dollars. Then, when you don't have the money to pay me, we work out a special deal to compensate.

But to answer your question... do I believe putting on another outfit, changing my name that I'll be a different person? Yes and no. It's called imagination and pretending. Think of actors playing a role. People trying to pretend in front of a group of people. Even reading a book and seeing what creative mind had written such a great story. They are not the characters, but they study and get caught up into this world that while they are still technically them, they are also not them.

Sixty-Nine is Glisten under the mask. There's no denying that. It's the allowance for that character to do things I wouldn't do. Tom Cruise wouldn't jump out of a plane, but Ethan Hunt would. You claim to do a lot in your mask and let people wear it. I've done quite a bit myself, and Robbie, you can be the first to wear my mask."

Glisten kisses his Sixty-Nine mask and almost seems tranced by it for a brief moment, but wakes up and gently lays it down on a chair.

"You've washed your mask in plenty of things, Robbie, but Glisten is not one on the list yet. Oh, and I don't mean what you see right now."

Glisten winks while moving his hand below his stomach, then brings it back up slowly.

"There's always more things to give you to wash your mask in. Perhaps you can wash it in some soap I give you too. It'll go perfect with who you're trying to be, Robbie, "a man OF the people." Just like you bring smiles to faces, as do I.

I do get a feel what the people are saying. They don't want me to stop. They want me to keep going, and going, and going, and going.. and I do.

I haven't insulted anyone that support you, big boy. I'm cheering for you. Just be careful what you wish for, though. Maybe I will fuck you.

Oops. I said a naughty word..."

Some light commotion is heard in the background.

"Glisten!"

"Did he just say what I thought he said?"

Glisten gives a fake scared look as seven ladies and three men come onto the screen. One lady and man has a gag ball in their mouth, and one lady is dressed in all leather holding whips and handcuffs. A familiar lady, Stoya, reaches in her top and pulls out a bar of soap.

"Ugh, Glisten. We just made this the other day and now we have to use it on you for your filthy language."

"But what about soap for Robbie?"

"I guess we need to start working on that asap, but first, it's time to punish you."

Glisten looks into the camera that's been taping him and gets really close to it, and says,

"Don't worry, Robbie. I'll be thinking of you and our match. I can't wait. I just hope you do those things to me, fudge and fuck, like you said you would."

"You said a bad word again, Glisten! Come on man."

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