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Chapter Three. And Your Name Is?
Ahh, these halls have seen some action. Stan remarked, as he strode though the halls of the CIA. Terrorist sieges, Democrat executions, Cock fights and one huge beaver.
Good morning Mr. Smith.
Morning Mr. Smith.
Hello, Mr. Smith.
Terrific. Stan muttered to himself. All these people and I have no idea who they are.
He turned the corner and found himself at the Deputy Directors office.
Some great memories of this place as well. Stan remembered. Like the time we brought Heath Ledger in for questioning, and he accidentally died and we made it look like an overdose.
He pushed the door open.
Hello, Agent Smith. The secretary said, in a cheery mood.
Good morning. He replied. Is Deputy Director Atwell in?
He sure is. She said. Do you want to see him?
Nope. He answered. I was just checking he wasnt going to be anywhere near the cafeteria.
Any particular reason you dont want him near the cafeteria?
Well. Stan said. I was planning on getting the agents to plan a huge song for him in honour of his great service as Deputy Director, and I didnt want him to hear it. Im not sure when it starts, but well be there all afternoon. You wont tell him will you?
Of course not.
Wonderful. Stan said, as he left the room, and hid in a closet a few feet away from the door.
Three, Two, One.
Deputy Director Atwell came sprinting out of the room and in the direction of the cafeteria.
The “New” Dr. Phil
Episode Summary: Out in Langly Falls, Roger decides to scam people out of good money by impersonating a world-known therapist, Dr. Phil. His con-artist ways start off beneficial, but quickly turn sour when he’s asked to tape a show involving real people with real problems. Meanwhile, when he finds out that Roger, in order to purchase equipment needed for his taping session, stole money from his checking account, Stan attempts to crash the studio and expose Roger for the fraud he is.
Disclaimer: American Dad do not belong to me. They belong to Dan Povenmire and Seth MacFarlane respectively.
Stan Smith was downstairs with his wife, Francine, in the kitchen, setting the table up for dinner. Their alien friend, Roger Smith, came down wearing one of his regular alter-personas costumes: a pair of square glasses, gray suit with white shirt, black tie, and gray suit pants with shoes.
“So Stan, what do ya think? I look professional to you?” He said with a smug, sly attitude.
“You look like a jackass.” Stan replied, observing his outfit. “What are you supposed to be? A drunken Filipino?”
“Oh you…no, seriously. You said last night that I should look into a career. Well, I think I’ve finally found one.”
“And I feel liberated to remind you that prostitution is not a career.”
“WHat? No, no! Are you nuts!? Ew, god no. No. I was actually referring to therapy. I’m thinking of becoming a therapist.”
Stan knew Roger very well, and Roger cared about no one but himself. So when he announced he was becoming a therapist, Stan could not help himself, and broke out (more…)
Hayley sighed walking away from the statute thinking back to a time in her childhood when she and Ray were still being ferried to elementary school on a yellow bus in Lynchburg.
Dec. 7, 1995 Williamsburg Middle School Timberlake, Virginia
While she and Ray were enjoying their lunch in their school, a shooting occurred at middle school in Timberlake, only seven and half miles from Lynchburg. The later apprehended gunman was thirteen-year-old Joel Conner. Conner was a computer whiz as his teachers called him and a paintball lover. He had been bullied by both the popular kids and nearly the entire school minus the faculty members and the more studious students. He didnt mind the bullying at first, he ignored it. His motto was always, If anyone bothers you, just keep minding your business. The eighth grade school year at recently started and he happened to be a new student at Monty Williamsburg Middle School. His family had moved to Timberlake, Virginia from Grand Rapids, Michigan. The cliques of the school saw him as a nerd to both bully and torment until he eventually learned to live with it. It didnt help the fact that he was one of the only few new students that semester either.
After several weeks of bullying, Joel found that he could no longer ignore the cliques and their taunting. He had tried and exhausted all the options. Hed even told the principal, his teachers and a school security guard. They had all ignored him. Some of them brushed his complaints aside as though it was no deal to them. He began to realize that (more…)
Thegun was not as large as the umbrella, which made hiding it fairlyeasy. However, he had to use two twine of rope to keep it close. Onthe bus he sat at the front of the vehicle keeping his head low as heusually did whenever he rode. Even there, the students taunted himand ridiculed his accent.
Heycomputer whiz! One of the other students called from across theaisle. Why are you toting that gigantic umbrella around? Andwhats with the big jacket? Two girls sneered at him. They gaveeach other hi fives before settling back into their seats. Joelremained calm looking out the window as the school building crowdedwith students holding umbrellas in front of it turned into the busloading zone. He waited for everyone else to get out of the busbefore he disembarked. The two girls had already ruined his otherwisecheery mood for the morning. Surprisingly, no one taunted or calledhim names on their way out of the bus. They left silently singlefiled too busy greeting their friends to notice anything unusual.Joel picked up his umbrella feeling parts of the paintball gun rubagainst his ribs. It was no use in complaining the bus driver andanyone else who saw him would notice he had brought a weapon toschool.
Goodbyecomputer whiz! The bus driver announced to him before closing thedoors after him. He nodded waiting for the crowd to disperse to theirrespective classrooms for the morning. He checked his watch; it was7:40 AM, only twenty minutes until first period. He had wished hisfriends were there with him. Sitting underneath a classroom window,Joel began observe the students one by one trying to pinpoint who hadtaunted him and who hadnt. The two girls from the bus earlier hadalready disappeared into the mostly indoor school. Grumbling he kneltthan crouched low on the ground. No one paid attention to him orcared to. For him it was a good thing, no one would harass him. Therewere teachers walking in and out of crowds of students telling (more…)
This is my very first story and I hope youll like it. I wrote it to look like a typical American Dad episode. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: American Dad characters, names, and all related indicia are registered trademarks of their respective owners. I do not own any of the characters.
(Morning in the Smith house. In the kitchen, Francine is washing the dishes while Klaus is watching her every move lustfully. Steve and Hayley are sitting at the table having breakfast.)
Klaus: Oh, meine kleine Francine, how I love the way youre scrubbing that dishes. Maybe later you could scrub main bowl as well… (more lustfully) and maybe myself.
Francine: Klaus, Im so sick of your innuendos. How many times do I have to tell you? Im a married woman. And even if Im not… I mean, come on. Youre just a goldfish.
Klaus: Maybe Im a goldfish, but Im goldfish with Leidenschaft. Theres something to say about that.
Francine: Will you cut it out if I give you a double portion of fish food?
Klaus: Theres only one way to find out.
(Francine takes the fish food and starts dropping it in the Klaus bowl.)
Klaus: Fish food! Sweet, sweet, tasty fish food! (starts eating gluttonously)
Steve: (finishing his meal) Well, todays the big day for me.
Hayley: Why? Did you finally hit the puberty? Congratulations.
Steve: You just make fun of me while you still can, butt-face. Today Im asking out Mona.
Francine: Whos Mona?
Steve: Just one of the sweetest and the coolest girls in school. And Im gonna make her mine tonight.
Hayley: Good luck! Mona is dating only cool guy (more…)
Stan heard the car explode. They alldid. They rushed outside.
Bullock’s car! He’s dead! No! NowI’ll never get that promotion, Stan proclaimed, falling to hisknees. And my boss is gone. I’m not that heartless.
I’m right here, Smith, Bullockyelled. He had Roger pinned to the ground and had a knife in hishand. Now help me get rid of this space pest. It’s been nothingbut a burden for the CIA for years now. Now I’ve finally got thesneaky bastard.
I saved your life, bub. Rogerdidn’t want to die. Are you just going to kill me? You’d be deadright now if it weren’t for me.
It talks? Bullock was shocked.Stan hurry and help me. We need to kill it.
But sir, he did save your life.Don’t you have any feelings? Stan didn’t want Roger to die. He hadsaved his life, too.
He? You say it as if you know thiscreature. It’s just a pest that needs to die now. Now help me.
Stan help! Roger screamed.
Bullock stopped. What? How does thisthing know your name, Smith?
Well sir, his name’s Roger. I owehim my life, and you do too, sir. Remember back at area 51 when heescaped? He paused, and Bullock nodded, now on his feet. Stancontinued, I was in the lab that was blown up, but I had knockedmyself unconscious. Roger grabbed me and pushed me down the laundrychute. I had to let him stay with me.
Smith, you do realize that I’ll haveto fire you, then kill you, then kill your family, right?
Sir, please. I was returning afavor. A favor of life. Don’t you have a heart? Why can’t you sparehim? He hasn’t done anything to you, except save your life.
Bullock thought about this for a fewseconds. He did, in fact, owe the creature his life. What if ithadn’t saved him? He’d surely be dead. But on the other hand, he’dbeen hunting for it for years. What to do?
Deputy Director Bullock, won’t youplease come in for dinner? Francine had prepared a delicious meal;she didn’t want it to go to waste.
Of course, Francine. And while I’meating, I’ll ponder on what to do about your husband.
They all went inside. Francine hadprepared a gorgeous ham, glazed to perfection.
Francine, that looks scrumptious,Bullock said.
Why thank you, Deputy DirectorBullock.
Please, Francine, call me Avery.
All right, Avery. I hope you enjoyyour meal. Francine served Bullock first, then Stan, then Hayleyand Steve. She went upstairs to give Roger some food, but he wasgone.
Francine moaned as she was penetrated by the dildo. This was just the beginning of her first bondage experience the young and naive Francine dreamed of opening a kiosk but at just 24 years old she couldn’t get the money. she tried all sorts of thing but finally it came to this, a man in a basement just outside Los Angeles filming her have the biggest orgasm of her life. The man promised $2500 cash if she starred in this bondage film than was just enough to start her kiosk.
The machine sped up and Francine could already feel an orgasm coming she treid her best to hold it thinking
“what will this man think of me if I cum so quickly” but she could no longer hold it
“OH GOD!” she screamed as she squirted.
The man turned off the machine and stared at her
“sorry” Francine said quivering “this is my first time in bondage I promise I wont cum so quickly next time just give me a quick break”
“You’ve got 5 minutes we need at least 15 minutes of film you cant give us that you’re fired!” said the man in a deep voice
Francine slowly calmed down when she came back to her senses I can’t get fired I need that money for my kiosk. Francine realized the man was talking to a beautiful looking women she was older than Francine but not much Francine though she was about 30 she had long black luscious hair she was wearing a black dress with sheer black pantihose her long beautiful legs caught Francine’s eye this was the first time she had ever been attracted to another woman she started day dreaming about licking her pussy and scissoring with her but her fantasy was cut short when the man said
“break time is over”
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Up until now, he didnt know they could. God, baby, your back is so toned. Oh, my lats. Yeah, the electric can-opener broke. Ive been opening them manually. It should by all rights just be acting anyway. It was, a few minutes ago. A simple walk-by, some flirts bounced back and forth, the cashier looking on and getting jealous and wanting him for herself, dropping his faux girl and reaping the benefits. Actors pulled it off so easily on TV; for someone as acting-honed as Roger, it should have been a cinch. With these big strong hands? Ah, they make me feel so safe. Thanks. Cans again. Maybe thats half the problem. Maybe one or both of them is too into the role set for them. Yeah, thats it. She’s played the part too well; she’s become more enthusiastic than needed in the clasping of the appendages. His body is just following suit and the hormones are confused, is all. Ill tell you the cans I like. But even with this in mind, its a little fickle, even for Roger. His planets sentient species is reputed for indecision when it comes to prospective partners; hell, hes gotten through many an alien, and human, in his lifetime; but even so, hes never known it to be so intense before. Its like a switch has been flicked, a target manipulated under the smoke-screen. Oh …to be continued!
Now With 50% More Family ConflictAs Stan Smith once said, A man kills what a man loves, before it weakens him. Aliens arent exempt from that rule either, especially not those torn between two of them. Roger/Smith het. Significant spoilers for subplot of The Magnificent Steven. First for some warnings: medium-to-strong language, hard drug references, a section of non-con, slight clich use, and not-quite-explicit sexual content with a dash of belly button fetishism and food play. Still, apart from the last two or three its really no more explicit than the show itself tends to get. Now for the notes. Firstly, this is my first attempt at American Dad fic (cross-posted from an LJ community), so constructive criticism is welcomed, particularly regarding whether I get them IC or not. Secondly, this story encompasses about a week (a day per section) twice-to-three-times longer a time period than the episode spans. If you have a problem with this, just call it an AU; if you dont, just call it an AU anyhow. Or dont. Im not fussed, and the time continuity in the show is a little loose anyways, given that most episodes are self-contained. Disclaimer: I wouldnt want to remove the American Dad franchise from such a prestigious guy; between you and me, MacFarlane is a bit of a bruiser. ***Day 1It shouldnt even be her: thats what gets Roger the most. …to be continued!