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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      MarsCorp_(Podcast)
  Relationship:
      David_Knight/Angelica_Kingsley, Jonathan_Kingsley/David_Knight
  Character:
      David_Knight_(MarsCorp), Angelica_Kingsley
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Canon, Cunnilingus, Rough_Sex, Crossdressing, Age_Difference,
      Background_David/Jonathan, Fireworks, Teen_Angst, Innuendo, Secret
      Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-27 Words: 2561
****** Three Feet Wide ******
by eruthiel
Summary
     Angelica and David make their own entertainment.
Notes
     Prequel to the sequel to the sequel :P I'm posting this in a hurry so
     I might have to come back and neaten it up later. Title from "Party
     To Say Goodbye" by Seeming which again is a Colin/David song, but
     fits here too. Hope you like! <3
  This work was inspired by
      On_Fire by Wolfsmilch
To mark his ten-year anniversary as benevolent dictator of the Ultra-Ade Mine,
Jonathan Kingsley pulled out all the stops and pushed out all the boats,
whatever those were. It was well known that he had a tendency to escalate
things out of control, especially when it came to self-congratulation. Still,
young David Knight – forced to attend along with his parents, as always – was
not prepared for the sheer volume of people, volume of music, volume of food
and sugary drinks and creepy comments from distant relatives (in True Blue
circles, everyone was a distant relative) about how much he'd grown. It was
overwhelming nearly to the point of nervous breakdown.
There were only two upsides. First was the promise of alone time with Jonathan
Kingsley himself, who liked to take young David 'under his wing' i.e. into his
bed for a vigorous seeing-to whenever Mr and Mrs Knight were asleep or
otherwise distracted. Despite his rapid approach towards middle age, Jonathan
was a passionate lover, his demands more than capable of keeping up with and
sometimes even outstripping David's adolescent appetite. Second was the
possibility of alone time with the great man's beloved daughter, Angelica. The
Kingsleys' inner circle was so narrow that David, as the only child anywhere
near Angelica's age bracket, had always been guaranteed her reluctant
companionship at such gatherings – but this year, he had the feeling it might
finally lead somewhere interesting.
After the banquet, David and Angelica snuck away, ostensibly to watch the
fireworks from the upper reaches of the mining complex. They were getting too
old for this now, especially her – she was David's senior by a few years, and
had recently started her internship at MarsCorp's medical department – but
sneaking around was their mutual favourite hobby, the backbone of their
acquaintanceship since their eternally dinner-partying parents had forced them
to play together as little children.
As David followed Angelica through the side-corridors and service elevators to
which she was heir, he watched her ponytail swinging and wondered if she knew
how much he fantasised about her. Probably. She seemed to enjoy his admiring
glances, and treated him no worse than her habitual cold condescension, but it
was clear that he wasn't her type. She only ever went for people who would give
her father a heart attack if he ever found out; the more lethally enormous the
hypothetical organ failure, the hotter she got, which usually meant people much
further down the colour scale. David was unlucky enough to have been born
almost Angelica's equal in terms of rank. He'd compounded the issue by sleeping
his way into Jonathan Kingsley's good books, though of course Angelica didn't
know that; she only knew that her father was less than typically rude to him
and always insisted that he accompany his parents when they came to visit.
Maybe if Angelica knew how David had earned this favouritism, she would see him
in a more favourable light. After all, what would rouse Daddy's disapproval
more than using his favourite toy without permission?
At last they arrived at an empty room near the top of the base. The back wall
was one huge window, through which Angelica insisted they would have a perfect
view of the fireworks. "They'll be starting in a few minutes." She locked the
door and turned back to face David. "What do you want to do until then?"
She looked very pretty in monochrome, lit only by the red glow from the window.
David tried to pass off his shyness as haughty cool, and shrugged, hoping that
the shadows would disguise the anxiety on his face.
Angelica snorted. "Nothing to say for yourself, genius?"
"Um, I like your skirt."
That caught her off guard. "Oh," she said, "you're the first person to know
what it's called."
"I read a lot of magazines from the culture department." David winced at her
raised eyebrow, the unspoken accusation: freak! "I mean, not a lot," he added.
"I-I saw one once, I think. But that stuff's for losers, am I right? Culture!
Who needs it, haha, not me."
Kindly, Angelica ignored him. "Daddy had it made to look like the costumes of
the founders. He's a bit of a traditionalist like that."
"Is it comfortable?"
"Not really. Want to try it on?"
Without waiting for a reply, Angelica unzipped the skirt and dropped it to her
ankles, kicked it over to him. Her legs underneath were covered by long, white
socks held up by little ribbons attached to her underwear. Trying not to stare,
David stepped into the skirt and pulled it up over his trousers. It felt silky
and cold, and under the baby pink shell there were dozens of layers of light
mesh which made it stick out from his body like the bell of a tulip. It came
down to just above his knees and made an almighty rustling every time he moved.
He swished and twirled around, delighted by the way it fanned out when he span.
"What do you think?"
"Rather you than me, Earth nerd." Angelica leaned back against the door, arms
folded, to watch him swanning about. "I wish Daddy wouldn't still insist on
dressing me up for his stupid party. It's just absurd at this point. I'm
practically a proper adult."
David sank to the floor, enjoying the way the skirt rode up his thighs and
spread out around him like a tent. He bobbed up and down between his folded
legs, making it rise and fall on a cushion of air. "You could have sex more
easily in this," he pointed out.
"Gross. Are you imagining riding Rebhi's worthless Red dick right now?"
David grinned. "With all due respect, Miss Kingsley, you wouldn't call it
worthless if you'd ever had it."
"I have, you repulsive little skank. There's nobody you've fucked who I didn't
fuck first, and better."
"Uh-huh, I'm sure." David smoothed his hands over the skirt and imagined
wearing it when he made his secret pilgrimage to Mister Kingsley's room
tonight. He'd wear nothing underneath; one big hand would slide up his leg and
end up cupping his bare arse, the other stroking his already-hard dick. He
would climb atop the older man and the silk would cover the join between their
bodies, the mesh making a million tiny, rustling movements against his skin as
he bounced on Jonathan's big, beautiful cock...
Realising that he'd been carried away by the fantasy, David looked down to
check if his arousal was evident through all the layers he was wearing. It
wasn't, but the look alone was enough to tip Angelica off. "FFS," she groaned,
"you actually are. I may not like the skirt, but don't take that as an
invitation to spunk in it, dirty brat."
"Yes, ma'am."
David meant it as a joke, but as soon as he said it, the atmosphere in the room
was as thick as week-old soda. He stared up at Angelica as she silently took
one step towards him, then another. The window was reflected double in her
eyes.
When she was standing right over him, she looked down and seemed to study his
face for a while. She brushed his fringe out of his eyes, tucked a few stray
locks of hair behind his ear. Then she pushed back his lips with her fingers
and gave a cursory inspection of his teeth. "Not bad. You'd be really pretty,
if you didn't come from such a good family," she confided. "But since we're
here, do you want to get this over with?"
David nodded. Angelica pointed to the ribbons that held her socks up, and David
fumbled in the shadows to unfasten them. There were more on the back; when
these were undone, the socks slid down around her shins and he was left
clasping the backs of her perfect thighs, nuzzling the crotch of her white lace
underwear. She yanked his head back by the hair, making him squeak in pain, and
held it there while she slipped the underwear off.
Finally, Angelica guided his face back between her legs. David moaned as his
mouth met her warm cunt, pushed his tongue down over her clit and heard her
swear. His nose was buried in a nest of wiry hair. She smelled wonderfully of
sex and of the fancy soap they used here at the mine, which in David's mind was
almost the same thing. As she twitched and shuddered on his tongue, he couldn't
stop thinking, This is Angelica Kingsley, I'm really going down on Angelica
Kingsley in real life and she's enjoying it, she's going to come and I'm
actually the one doing it, OMG Angelica Kingsley...
Her voice came from above, in that especially imperious tone she used sometimes
that was almost beyond parody. "I hope you appreciate what an honour this is
for you, Knight."
He moaned a dumb, worshipful affirmative into her cunt. Angelica wrenched his
head back, leaving him gasping, straining to get back to her like a drowning
man with her wetness dripping off his chin. "Don't talk with your mouth full,"
she snapped, and slapped him hard across the face before letting him go back to
eating her out. He took one hand off her thigh and raised it in a thumbs up.
Angelica grabbed it by the wrist and held it fast, her fingernails digging
painfully into his skin.
Pinned to the ground beneath her parted legs, held in place by his wrist and by
her other hand still pulling at his scalp, David felt everything else fall
away. It didn't matter who or where he was, or why or how; all that mattered
was the task at hand. His jaw and tongue were aching, his neck sore from the
steep angle, his back arched painfully – all fine, all good, all worth it. His
discomfort was a small price to pay for Angelica's pleasure. He kept working
mechanically at her clit until he heard her erupt in high-pitched peals of
happiness.
And for a moment David couldn't help but imagine a stronger pair of hands
holding him in place, a deeper voice crying out above him, an altogether
different kind of anatomy forcing his mouth open. In his mind he was servicing
both Kingsleys at once, swallowing both of them, subject to both of them,
father and daughter...
Nasty, filthy boy,he scolded himself. When did you become so corrupted? Who put
such ideas in your head?
When the last aftershocks of her orgasm dispersed, Angelica shoved him
backwards onto the floor. He sprawled on his back, gazing up at her, and for a
moment he wondered if she was about to return the favour.
Instead she placed one shiny-shoed foot on his chest and loomed over him, her
face lit intermittently by the fireworks that had started outside. "Breathe a
word of this to anyone and you're dead," she promised. "Don't think you'll get
away with it just because Daddy likes you. He'll still have you thrown in the
pit with the rest of them if he thinks you laid a finger on me."
"Of course."
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Very much."
"Creep."
Angelica removed her foot from his chest and held out a hand to help him up. In
silence, they covered their tracks; David wiped his face with a tissue which he
tossed in the corner, while Angelica put her underwear back on and refastened
her socks. Then, with some regret on both sides, the skirt was returned to its
rightful owner.
David tried to kill his erection by concentrating on the fireworks. Thrusting
shooting banging exploding screaming...It didn't work. Disgusting boy.
The display had been going for ten minutes with no signs of stopping, and with
no word having passed between the two teenagers, when Angelica spoke up. "It's
quite interesting," she said. "They make them by firing rocks containing
different ores and chemicals into the air, then blowing them up with lasers.
That's how they get all the different colours and shapes."
"Ye-es," said David, drawing the word out over two octaves, "I know."
"Okay, genius. I was just making conversation."
"How's your internship going?"
"Boring, sigh. They still haven't let me practise on a single real person."
"Ah, just Oranges, then?"
Angelica laughed. "Have they given you a date for your graduation yet?"
"Sadly not."
"Huh. I always thought you were supposed to be a certified prodigy. I assumed
you'd be halfway to Head of Science by now."
"So did my parents, it seems," said David, matching her smirk with a humourless
grin. "Parents are the bane of my existence. You don't know how blessed you are
to only have the one."
Angelica's head snapped towards him. "That's not a very nice thing to say,
David."
Already, David regretted his remark. "Sorry," he replied, doing his best to
sound sincere. If Angelica decided to abandon him up here, he didn't think he'd
be able to find his way back alone. "I wasn't thinking."
No longer furious, but still irritated, Angelica shook her head. "You think
you've got it so-o hard," she muttered. "You don't know what it's like, with
Daddy constantly looking over my fucking shoulder. You only see him at parties
and in public, when he's usually in a good mood. I get the full package."
Package,David's brain repeated helpfully. He resisted the urge to smack himself
in the head and made a vague noise of assent instead. "Mm-hmm!"
"Can you imagine what that would be like?" Angelica continued bitterly. "To
have that brute over you every day? Making you play by his rules? And every
time you struggle for a bit more freedom, he just pushes you down harder!"
"Mm-hmm!" repeated David, much louder this time.
Angelica gave him a funny look. "Anyway. Just think before you speak, okay?"
"Yes. Sorry." David stared out at the sky, which had finally fallen dark. The
display was over. Desperate to avoid saying any of the words running through
his mind, he blurted out, "I really am very sorry, Angelica. For everything."
She ignored him. "Do you want to go back down now? I think Daddy wants me to
drop by the after-party so he can show me off again, at close quarters this
time. You may as well come too."
David nodded. Back in the shadows, the few years between them seemed suddenly
much greater. Next to her he felt like a little kid, even more than he ever did
with her father. A thought struck him and made him laugh, so that he had no
choice but to blurt it out loud. "Our parents think we'd make a good match, you
know."
Angelica didn't laugh. "Yes," she said sternly, "because they don't have three
working brain cells between them."
David smiled. "Quite."
Angelica tossed her hair as the two of them headed for the door. "It's a
miracle they produced a couple of geniuses like us at all, really."
All through the hike back down to the elite living levels of the complex, David
watched Angelica's pink skirt swaying ahead of him, and resisted the temptation
to reach out and touch it. Fuck, Mister Kingsley, Jonathan, sir, I hope your
big day makes you half as horny as I am tonight, or all this filthy corruption
of mine will go to waste.
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