Chapter 1
The name is Justin Time, yeah insert your lame jokes of how I am always just in time, or how I can never be late because I was always just in time. I’ve heard all the damn lame jokes imaginable. Now you may wonder what kind of name is Justin Time?
Well it’s a name that I came up with, it was my alias. Ever since I joined this mysterious organization known as SPADE, short for Special Paranormal Anomaly Detecting Emissaries. It was my moniker, everyone in the agency had a moniker. There was a crazy bastard named Wild Bill for example. So, I thought to myself since I was in the Time Trapper division, I could poke fun at it. Called myself Justin Time.
Oh, the amounts of eyes I rolled when they heard my name. I love it! So, what exactly is the Time Trappers division? Well, it was formed about 100 years ago as part of the SPADE agency to investigate time travel anomalies. There had been many a naughty race who tried to disrupt the flow of time.
You see time could only travel forward, it was the natural flow of things. Some naughty races had figured out that there was a way to transfer consciousness back to a certain point in their existences and remember everything of their current form and so they did that, then it became more elaborate they started to send not only their consciousness but themselves back.
Our job was to make arrests of people who are naughty and try to do whatever the hell to change the timeline. So how did we know that time changes existed? Well there are these things called Chronotons, they are like time-atoms…I guess you can call them. So, any sudden change in Chronotons made it obvious that we had a time traveler in our hands.
“Justin, we have a new time napper,” my boss, that (I actually totally spaced on the name) said. She was older, but she was super-hot. I had a super crush on her for a long time. It was not my fault she was a freaking cougar and always wore these skirts and she had a great figure. She always gave me hard-on when she talked to me.
Today was no different and I was trying to hide it. She was wearing this beautiful purple shirt that was a bit low cut, not a whole lot but you could see some cleavage. She was wearing a tight black skirt I could see from where I sat, matching black stockings and black heels. I was checking her legs out getting uncomfortable as she crossed her legs and I tried to hide my oh too obvious hard-on.
Maybe it was my imagination, but she slowly and sensually pressed on these buttons on the console in front of her to show a picture of a girl.
She was cute, super nerdy looking. Complete with glasses and a dorky grin.
“She’s cute,” I said.
“She is also a criminal,” boss lady said.
“What is she planning on doing?” I asked still uneasy and saw boss lady lean forward on her desk exposing a bit more of her cleavage. I swear she loved to tease me!
“Time Napper 41042,” the boss lady said. “Adrien Maroon, a 25-year-old Golordian female from Golordia Gamma, she apparently has been experimenting with time travel in hopes of…recreating the missing link between the current Golordian race and the apparent missing link.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.
“What that means Mr. Time,” she very obviously uncrossed her legs slowly switched her legs and crossed them again. I squirmed in my pants and tried to pay attention to what she was saying. “She wants to find that creature we evolved from, and essentially make herself that missing link.”
“What the hell? So, she wants to go fuck some ancient caveman and create our race?” I asked, and she gave a very cute snort.
“In a manner of speaking yes,” boss lady said.
I couldn’t believe I forgot her name. She was super-hot and super cute, and acted like a woman half her age most of the time.
“First of all, eww.” I said.
“Exactly,” Boss lady said.
“Can she even do that though?” I said. “I mean get knocked up from some caveman?”
“If she finds the correct one, I think it’s surely possible,” Boss lady said.
“Huh,” I said.
This was not the only time I had to go find some time traveling fuckers. It was usually a male though. I remember there was this guy named Angel Orange, who tried to go back 100 years to fuck his grandmother, because he saw an old photo of her and she was hot. I luckily arrested him before he did the deed with his grandmother, she was hot but seriously, yuck.
“Do we have a time when she is going?” I asked.
“We have a range,” Boss Lady said. “But Sheamus Sapphire, said he was going to get an exact date soon.”
“Great,” I said, I wanted to get the hell out of there and blow my load so bad in a bathroom by now. But she wasn’t letting me go yet.
“Hold on,” she said.
“What else boss?” I asked.
“She’s a female time napper, I don’t want to hear the same thing that happened with the last female time napper.” She said.
“Hey, I had to restrain her,” I said defensively.
She was talking about the incident with Melinda Mocha, she was the last female time napper that I had to go bust. Melinda had gone back to about 30 years ago to assassinate the assassin who killed her father, the great General Manuel Mocha. When I got her, I might have inadvertently restrained her by holding on to her boobs.
I got a citation for unlawful sexual conduct! Me someone who prevented a Time Napper from changing time. I got a 100 hours of community service, and a warning and a black mark in my record.
“She had giant freaking boobs!” I said.
In my defense she did have massive boobs, I did not know how the hell I was able to restrain her without accidentally grabbing her boobs somehow. I was in the right there.
“So, you say,” she said pulling her glasses off revealing her pretty deep purple eyes. I shifted uneasily.
“Fine I wont grope her now can I go?” I asked.
“Very well,” she said.
I quickly ran off. I ran over to the bathroom. Looked under all the stalls and very quickly blew my load. I flushed and walked out and washed my hands. I quickly looked at myself and smirked.
I felt that if I had the chance, I could ask out boss lady. I wasn’t that much younger than her, then again it could be that she was much older than I thought, but I didn’t care she was hot. I fixed my beard and my hair in the mirror and gave myself thumbs up.
“Yeah she can’t handle this,” I said giving myself thumbs up and I walked out of the bathroom. I walked past boss lady who had gotten up and dropped a pen and bent over and picked it up. “Fuck me!” I said and ran back and did my deed for a second time.
