The five washed off the sea water with the shower in the
back of the Mystery Machine. Shaggy and
Velma made every attempt to “Accidently bump into” Daphne and she managed to
sneak a squeeze of Shaggy’s stiffy more than once. She was not disappointed. She was slightly disappointed by Fred’s
non-stiffy however. Daphne and Velma
went into their tent to change while Fred and Shaggy went to theirs. Once Velma and Daphne were secure in their
tent, they kissed.
“When will we be able to ride Shaggy’s cock?” Velma
mewed.
“Soon Velma,” Daphne soothed her slut with a pinch on the
nipple, “I get the feeling we will be a bit busy tonight.”
“Oh?” Velma blushed.
“Stage your wetsuit and dive gear,” Daphne said, “We will
have plenty of time for that kind of fun after we solve this mystery.”
“Ohh,” Velma was disappointed.
Daphne soothed her over with a French kiss.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to take you
shopping. There is a lot of lingerie I
want to see you take off for me,” Daphne whispered in Velma’s ear.
Velma’s jaw dropped.
“Not to mention if we are going to be doing this often, I
think our wardrobe could use some improvements,” Daphne said, “Maybe we could
find some Kevlar catsuits and go full sexy superheroine?”
Daphne could see she had stepped on the “Lust” pedal in
Velma’s head.
“Lets get dressed for dinner for now,” Daphne said.
Looking at her bags, something told her to go with the
leggings and top instead of a dress. The
phonies were likely to try something any time now.
*
They gang was seated in “the best booth,” the one in the
back right next to the start of the counter top and access to the kitchen and
bathrooms. In front of them was the
dance floor, the line of bar stools to their left, the wall of booths to their
right and a few tables by the windows at the front with the door. The only places the Black Widow Spy sense
couldn’t see at the moment were the other two booths to her right going towards
the right wall and the other booths.
Daphne sat with her back to the wall, Shaggy to her right, Fred to her
left, Velma on Shaggy’s right and Scooby on Fred’s left. She was already ready to duck under the table
if she needed to escape the booth.
“Like these shakes are great!” Shaggy said to Scooby.
“Right Raggy!” Scooby chirped up.
“Who wants to dance?” Daphne chirped up in a bubbly tone,
“Freddy? Shaggy? Velma?”
“Sure,” Velma said, “I think the boys are busy.”
Daphne snickered at the sight at Fred with a roll hanging
half in his mouth. Daphne ducked under
the table and joined Velma on the way to the dance floor. The pair started moving to the beat of the
sixties surf teen band. The pair were
having fun. Velma let Daphne take the
lead. Daphne noticed the pair watching
them throw the window. A blonde Hispanic
girl and a black man in the fake blue uniforms.
The Hispanic girl was watching Daphne and Velma dancing while the black
man had his eyes were on Scooby and the boys.
“I see them,” Velma whispered as she leaned in.
“I know,” Daphne said, “Oh look, our food!”
Daphne pointed at the three waitress bringing out food. She kept her body langue bimboish, but used
her peripheral vision to keep an eye on the two standing outside pretending to
talk while watching them. Daphne
reviewed the various plans in her head, the Batgirl had her going into the
bathroom making a quick change getting on the ruff and doing a ‘batatack,’
while the Catwoman was to seductively approach and pilfer their weapons before
coming back with an attack, another was to try and coax them into following her
into the alley and then mugging them.
She wasn’t sure if that last one was Black Widow or Batwoman… Daphne
figured the wait and watch was probably the best plan, but she really liked the
idea of acting like a slutty femme and seducing the clearly butch lesbian Latina.
“Like let’s eat!” Shaggy said.
“Do you guys see the two watching?” Velma asked Shaggy
and Fred.
“Like of course,” Shaggy said without looking up from the
burgers, “That lady is checking you out Daph.”
“Huh?” Fred asked.
“Rant re ro rite rer?” Scooby asked in between bites of
foot long he was chomping on.
“Eat first boys,” Velma said calmly.
“Like is that guy checking out Freddy?” Shaggy asked as
he put mustard on his second burger.
“I think so,” Daphne agreed as she put some salt on her
fries.
“Really?” Fred asked more curious than disgusted.
“How are you guys like it?” Mister Novak came over, “It’s
the least we can do for you after taking care of the sea monster.”
“Like thanks,” Shaggy smiled as he ate a burger in one
bite.
“It’s great,” Velma agreed, “We are glad we could help.”
“How are you doing?” Fred asked.
“Been busy,” Mister Novak sighed.
“Hay Boss!” someone called from the kitchen, “Got to get
back to work! Enjoy kids!”
“Don’t go overboard Shaggy,” Daphne said, “I think we are
going to have go for a dive tonight.”
“Like what?” Shaggy asked as he ate another burger.
“I have a hunch about the shore patrol people on that
cargo ship,” Daphne said, “And I get the feeling they have guest pull up on a
regular basis.”
“Once we are done here I guess I will check on our scuba
equipment,” Fred said.
“I think we might need a distraction,” Velma said.
“Think a water skiing dog would be a good distraction?”
Daphne smiled looking at Scooby.
“Rhat?” Scooby asked.
Daphne knew that Freddy wouldn’t be up for a fight with
the fakers on the ship if or rather when things went got violent. Velma was a now better than black belt in
multiple martial arts and a sniper, Shaggy was an Olympic gymnast and martial
artist, she was a master spy and cat burglar and vigilante. Daphne knew Fred could handle a Water Ski
boat easily, but a life or death fight, she wasn’t sure about.
“Do we have a motor boat?” Shaggy asked.
“You need a motor boat?” John Novak asked.
Mister Novak’s grandson asked as he walked by with a tub
of dirty plates.
“Got one we can borrow?” Velma asked.
“Sure,” John said, “I am done in thirty minutes and would
love to go out on the water with you.”
Daphne noted John looking at Fred and Fred looking right
back at John.