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Sweet Temptation	By : megabsupreme Category: +M through R > Real Ghostbusters Views: 2544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Real Ghostbusters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Cable programming can show you some good stuff!
Descron: on: femme, voy, solo (see end notes)
Rating: NC-17 (for suggestive dialogue/graphic imagery)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ghostbusters, nor do I profit from their use in this story. My purpose is one of philosophical fulfillment: I write, therefore I am.
Author's Notes: This ficlet was written in response to a challenge made on the Hetskateers yahoo group. The challenge requirements are listed in the end notes. Special thanks to Mags for her great challenge. Enjoy faithful readers!
He stared with wide-eyed, slack-jawed hunger at the images on the screen. 'Mmm,' he thought. 'God, could I use a big helping of that right now.' He licked his lips and sighed heavily. The things that woman could do with her hands. She was like a magician. 'What I could do with those hands!' He smiled a naughty little smile.
Suddenly Ray walked into the recreation room carrying a sandwich from the kitchen. He grabbed the remote and hurriedly changed the channel before his best friend could see what he was watching. Ray stared at him for mentment, clearly a little puzzled. "Whatcha up to, pal?"
"Nothing," he replied. "Just watching . . ." He took a cursory glance at the TV. "uh . . . the Weather Channel. Raining really bad in Bar Harbor, Maine."
Ray smirked and shook his head knowingly. "Whatever." And with that, the occult scientist took off for the bunkroom.
'Phew! That was close!' He changed the channel back to what he was really watching. The taller woman was just loading a banana up with whipped cream from a can. Her partner squirted some cream from another can onto her finger. "Oh yeah!" he muttered. She slowly licked the whipped cream fror fir finger, savoring the flavor. Oh how he wished he were licking that cream from her delicate fingers. Those marvelous, talented fingers. Then she sprinkled chocolate chips on the whipped cream. His mouth was positively watering. And just when he thought he couldn't stand it anym she she topped the whipped cream with marshmallows. She handed the concoction to her partner, who looked at it hungrily. 'Oh man! I'm so glad we got cable!' he thought. He leaned forwardard ard the screen and . . .
Peter walked in. He jumped and quickly changed the channel again. Peter walked over to the bookshelf, grabbed a magazine and headed to the stairs. The psychologist smirked lazily when he saw the goop all over the remote.
He waited until he thought Peter was out of earshot, then changed the channel again with trembling hands. He was only watching the women with the "magic fingers" for a couple minutes when Egon rushed in. Again he was forced to change the channel. This was getting to be embarrassing.
The physicist stopped and looked around. He'd lost something again. Typical. "Have you seen my spare positron refractor?" He shook his head at Egon, hoping he didn't look too guilty. Egon was oblivious though, searching around the room frantically, lifting up couch cushions and swearing under his breath before retreating back to the lab shaking his head in frustration.
He waited a moment to listen for the approach of anyone else. When he was sure the coast was clear, he picked up the remote control and changed the channel again. 'Another close one.' He watched as the two women laughed. One grabbed the handle of a long, strange looking instrument and dipped it in and out of her honey pot. It came out dripping sweet wetness. 'Oh God!' he thought. 'Yeah! Yeah! Do it! DO IT!!!'
"Egon!" Janine's voice carried up the stairs as did the clicking sound of her high-heels. He grabbed for the remote, but knocked it off the table instead. 'Oh no!' he thought desperately. He dove under the coffee table, grabbing the remote and changing the channel just as Janine crested the landing. He tried to look innocent. She walked past him, not looking at him once and went to the bottom of the stairs to the third floor to yell up to the lab. "EGON!"
"Yes?" he answered.
"There's a call for you on line 3! And your positron doo-hickey is on my desk!"
"Thank you, Janine! You're an angel!"
She hurried past him again. "Huh," she muttered. "Not friggin' likely. Angels are paid better." She glanced at him for a moment and looked away then stopped short with her hand on the banister, frowning as if she'd just realized something. She turned back and came over to look him square in the face. He smiled broadly at her. Little did he know it only made him look even guiltier. She looked down at the remote, and then at the TV. It was a Mexican soap opera, and he didn't speak Spanish. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Been watching the Food Network again, haven't you Slimer?" And with that she walked back downstairs to her desk.
Slimer let out a deep sigh, shrugged, and floated into the kitchen for a banana split with whipped cream, chocolate chips, marshmallows, and honey, just like the one the Two Fat Ladies had made.
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