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Walter's Wenches In Waiting
(W.W.I.W.)

THIRTY-FIVE CENTS

By Elisheva Anne Toews

“What the HELL are we doing stuck in a phone booth?” Skinner glared down at Ellie, his nostrils flaring and breath coming in heavy gasps.” And why the *bleep *  am I in handcuffs?”  His hands were cuffed behind him and he tired to wriggle free one more time, but gave up in frustration. He threw his body one last time against the side of the cubical before accepting that his actions were futile.

Ellie thought to herself but shrugged, her face an expression of angelic innocence.  “Gee, I don’t know Walter.”

“Are you sure you don’t have the keys to these damned things?” He growled, turning slightly to show her the shiny metallic bracelets that were holding him captive.

Ellie checked the pockets of her trench coat again. “Sorry , I don’t have them.  Someone must have forgotten to write them into the scene.”  She batted her eyes at him.

He worked his jaw feverishly, then in a final attempt, he backed himself up against the door, all the while his body rubbing against Ellie’s and praying in vain that she wouldn’t notice.  He grabbed the handle and yanked on it impatiently, rattling it so hard the entire cubical shook but still the door wouldn’t open. “Damn it!” He cursed. 

Ellie gingerly removed his hand from the handle, her voice calm. “It’s not going to open like that Walter.  You’ve already tried it a million times.  Let’s just wait a moment and think about this rationally.”  Ellie looked down at his tie and pouted.  “I’m starting to think you don’t like being stuck in a phone booth with me.”  Her bottom lip curled just enough to make her point, her blue eyes teasing him with feigned sadness. 

He tried to move, put some space between them so he could think clearly but it was pointless. The more he moved, the more friction he created between their bodies.  And after throwing himself repeatedly against the walls, he had created more friction between them than he could hide at the moment.

Ellie looked up at him with wide eyes. “Why Walter…” She pressed her body ever so slightly against his just to make sure she hadn’t misinterpreted and her pout faded only to be replaced by a wicked smile. “Oh, so you ARE enjoying this after all.”  She cooed.

“Certainly one of us has a cell phone.”  He said in a terse voice, not acknowledging her observation.

She laughed in his face. “It seems to me, that if one of us had a cell phone, we wouldn’t be stuck in a phone booth.”  She rolled her eyes, that was kind of a no brainer. 

“Then pick up the phone and try dialing the operator.”  He commanded.

Ellie’s shoulders slumped.  He was absolutely no fun whatsoever.  She dutifully did as he had requested, and got a recording. “Please deposit thirty five cents before placing this call.”  She held the phone up to his ear so he could hear the recording for himself.

“Deposit thirty five cents to dial the operator?  What kind of phone booth is this any way!”  He yelled in frustration.

Ellie shrugged, not offering any explanation. “Do you have thirty five cents?” She asked in a condescendingly calm voice.

He went to reach into the pocket of his trousers, but was instantly reminded that his hands were unavailable for such activities.  He jerked his hands several times in yet another feeble attempt to free himself.  Conceding defeat, he pursed his lips and looked away for a brief moment before looking at Ellie. In a strained voice he said, “If I had free hands, I’d check my pockets.”

Ellie repressed a smile that was trying desperately to express itself.   “Here, let me check for you.”  She offered, her eyes sparkling.

Without breaking eye contact Ellie slowly put her hand in his pant pocket and let her fingers search its depths as a blind person moves about an unfamiliar setting…careful…cautious, checking every crease and crevice.   

He held his breath for a long moment as her hand moved, the flexing of Skinners jaw increaseing in intensity

She shook her head. “Nope nothing there.” She said matter of factly.

He took in a deep breath and then let it out. “Maybe you should check the other one.”  He encouraged, “I could have dropped some change in it too.”

“Yes, I probably should.”  She said straight faced.

Ellie repeated the process, and this time found something…but it wasn’t money.

Skinner closed his eyes as a moan escaped him.

She smiled wickedly. “Well, I found something, but it’s not exactly what I was looking for.” She let her hand linger and then removed it.

Skinner’s eyes flew open. “What is that suppose to mean?” 

“I thought I was looking for thirty five cents.”  She replied coyly. “Last time I checked, a quarter and a dime didn’t feel like ‘that’.”

He glared down at her, his expression unreadable, but Ellie swore she could see a glimpse of wanton desire lurking behind those chocolate brown eyes.  She didn’t look away, but instead wordlessly challenged him to act on an impulse.

Skinner was just about to submit himself to her challenge, dipping his head to meet her waiting lips when the shredding sound of the telephone broke the heated silence.

“Are you going to get that?”  He said in a thick voice, his eyes looking from her lips to the phone on the panel behind her then returning his penetrating gaze to her.

“Ummmm…yes… I guess I should.”  Ellie whispered, her anal personality getting the better of her.  She reached over her shoulder and removed the handset from the cradle without breaking eye contact. “Yeah.”  She answered sounding slightly dazed.  She held the phone between them, each leaning in to listen.

“Skinner, Ellie…” The familiar voice started. “Glad to see you made it to the phone booth.”

Skinners face turned red. “Delphi Priestess, is that you!”  He yelled into the mouth piece.

She could be heard laughing manically at the other end.

“Are you responsible for this?”  He seethed.

“Yes, my Surly Pectoral God, I am.  You see, I am sick and tired of you and Ellie pussy footing around in the Y-Files and I want to see some action!” 

Ellie giggled.

“Ellie dear, are you enjoying yourself?”  D.P. asked in best grandmotherly voice.

“Well, I am trying but Walter isn’t being as cooperative as I’d like.”  She sighed, glancing at him mischievously. 

Skinner stood upright and said vehemently, “What! I let you put your hands down my pants and you say I’m not cooperating?”

Ellie moved the phone away from her ear and countered in a loud voice, “Well, you’re the one so hell bent about getting OUT of this damned phone booth instead of trying to figure out what we can do IN this damned phone booth.” 

“Now, now, now…you two sexually frustrated lovebirds.”  Delphi Priestess’ voice came over the line. “Just calm down.” 

Ellie put the phone next to her ear again and Skinner hesitantly leaned in.  “This mood is not conducive to get the two of you out of there…you must have a sense of peace and harmony in order to open the door of the ‘phone booth of love.’”

“D.P.  if you don’t open the door right now, when I get out I’m…” Skinner began.

Ellie shot him a glare of her own and cut him off.  “Tell me, how exactly can we get out of here?”  She asked, sounding defeated. “If we haven’t done the horizontal hokey pokey by now, what makes you think this will be any different.”

“That is a deeply spiritual question that I don’t have time to answer at the moment, but suffice it to say, sweet Ellie, that you are caught in the Delphi Zone where no rules of the Y-Files universe apply.”

Skinner and Ellie stared at each other with puzzled expressions and said in unison, “Delphi Zone?”  

“Yes, the Delphi Zone…”  D.P.’s voice faded into the background for a moment, and she mumbled several words, then returned.  “I’m sorry my dearies, but Raoul is demanding my attention and I must go.”

“But wait!”  Skinner gasped. “How the hell do we get out of here?”

Delphi’s voice dropped a octave. “Somewhere, within the walls of the phone booth, you will find what you seek.  Mwahahahahahaha.”

“You mean there is thirty five cents in here?” Ellie asked, popping her finger in the coin return and scraping along its edges.

“When you find that which you seek, the doors will open.” She replied.  There was a click and the line went dead.

“What kind of an answer was that?” Skinner growled.

“An answer from the enlightened one?”  Ellie answered sarcastically.  “Look, you aren’t nearly as thrilled with the prospects of being trapped in here as I am, so lets just figure out where those dang coins are and lets get the heck out.” 

“Who said I wasn’t thrilled?” Skinner retorted.

“As I recall, you were the one who tried to rip the door off the frame just a few minutes ago. The one throwing your body against the glass trying to get free.”

Ellie started looking around the booth, running her fingers along the edges and seams of the metal and glass.

“Now what are you doing?”  Skinner asked impatiently. 

“Looking for thirty five cents. What the hell do you think I’m doing?”  Ellie replied, equally impatient.  She started to search the seams that ran along the  ceiling of the booth.  “Move.”  She grunted as she tried to reach across to the far corner.

“Why should I?”

“Because with those cuffs on, you are totally worthless and someone has to search this place.”

“You think just because my hands are tied behind my back, I can’t do anything?” He challenged, this time a whimsical glare played on his face.

Ellie ignored him and kept searching, pressing her body harder against his as she stretched to reach the back corner.  “Oh, wait a second, I think I found something.”  She said joyfully.  “Just a second…I can’t…no…the angle is all wrong…move over…here..no…that’s it…oh, oh yes…here it comes…”

“What is it?”  Skinner whispered, his attention focused more on the fact that Ellie was in a full body press against his than what she found.

“Eeeewwwwww.” She whined as she dragged her fingers against the wall, wiping off a gooey white substance.  “It’s a piece of old chewing gum. Disgusting!”  She moaned examining her fingers, wiping the last remaining threads on his trench coat.

“Hey! Stop that!” He demanded. 

“Shut up Walter.” Ellie said, suddenly aware of the rising temperature of the small space. “Is it suddenly hot in here?” She asked, noticing the smoldering look in his eyes.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He growled.  “Ellie, how do I know YOU don’t have thirty five cents?”

She looked up at him and batted her eyes innocently. “No, I don’t have thirty five cents and even if I did, don’t you think I would have used it by now?”

He clenched his jaw, and stared at her. “I don’t believe you Ellie. It sounded to me that you and D.P. might be working together on this little Delphi Zone thing, and you hold the key to getting us out of here.”

Ellie looked at him indignantly. “ I most certainly am not working with D.P. on this.” She said, crossing her fingers behind her back. “And I don’t hold the key OR the pocket change to get us out of here!”

His voice dropped to a seductively low roar. “Prove it!” 

“And how am I suppose to do that Walter?” She smirked. She pulled the pockets of her trench coat inside out. “See, nothing.”  She awkwardly pulled it off and shoved it in the corner.

His eyes continued to smolder. “Keep going.”

Ellie looked at him, shocked at his request. “What?”

“I said keep going.”

“Wait a second. You want me to strip, right here…in a phone booth… just to prove to you I DON’T have thirty five cents?” She said exasperated.

“Yes.”

“I will NOT!”  She said, stamping her foot on the floor like a small child.

He leaned forward, his large body overshadowing her, making her lean back until she was pressed against the wall.  “Oh, yes you will.” He said, emphasizing each word. Then he slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her with such force she thought she would combust into a ball of flames. 

Within a matter of moments Ellie stood before Skinner wearing next to nothing. “See, I told you I didn’t have thirty five cents.”  She purred as he nibbled on her neck.

“No, I guess you don’t.”  He whispered in her ear. “Now what do we do?”

She let her hands trace the expanse of his still fully clothed chest and then shoved him hard against the opposite side of the booth. 

“Umphhh.” The grunt escaped him as his body made contact with the wall. “What do you think you’re going to do now?”  He playfully challenged.

“Well,” She started, as her fingers walked up the front of his shirt then stopped at the knot of his tie. “It seems to me, Mr. Assistant Director Skinner, Sir, that you still have several pockets that have not been searched, and seeing that your hands are still…well...restricted, shall we say…someone has to do the searching.”

Ellie untied the knot of his tie and slipped it from around his neck then threw it in the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“Ellie?” Skinner moaned.

“Yes, Walter.” She answered in a hypnotically serene voice as she unbuttoned his shirt.

“While you’re searching,” he said between heavy breaths, “see if you can find something to unfasten these handcuffs.”

She kissed the small of his neck then mumbled. “Okay.”

Slowly she pushed his trench coat off his shoulders and began to search the interior pockets, and low and behold what did she find?

His lock pick.

She pulled it out and dangled it in front of him.  “Well, look what I just found.”

“Unlock the cuffs.”  He demmaned.

“And what if I don’t?” She teased, running a single finger up and down his bare chest, still holding the lock pick in her other hand. “I kind of like being in control of the situation at hand, so to speak.” She unbuttoned his trousers and slowly unzipped them, while licking her lips.

“Ellie…”  his voice sounded like a caged animal, wailing to be released.

She couldn’t decide if he was giving an order or begging, but she smiled nonetheless. “Say please.”

  “Damn it Ellie, unlock the…”

She placed a single finger against his lips.  “Ask nicely Walter.” She said calmly, her eyes taunting him.

The muscles in his jaw flexed and through clenched teeth he said, “Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee.”

“That’s better.”  She smiled. “Now turn around like a good Assistant Director and let me see what I can go about these nasty little hand cuffs.”

Submissively he obeyed.

With the expertise of a highly trained FBI agent, Ellie popped the latch in the blink of an eye.  Skinner removed his coat as he turned slowly to face her, rubbing his wrists momentarily as he considered his options…free hands put an entirely new angle on the realm of possibilities. 

“We still haven’t found that thirty five cents yet.” He said in a voice just above a whisper.

Ellie shook her head slowly. “No we haven’t.”

He slipped his arms around her bare waist and pulled her close. With his lips just a fraction of an inch from hers, he whispered, “May I suggest we keep looking.”

“Whatever you say boss.”  She whispered in return,  as their lips met, hands began to explore and remaining clothes were shed behind the steam covered glass of the phone booth….

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Sometime later, in the same phone booth in the Delphi Zone, we find our no longer sexually frustrated lovers, exchanging coy glances and mischievous smiles. 

As Walter watches Ellie button the final button of her blouse, he puts a finger under her chin and raises her face to look into his eyes.  “You know Ellie, we never did find that thirty five cents.” 

She kisses him softly, letting her lips linger for a moment. “No, we didn’t.”  She straightens his tie then smiles. “Have any ideas of what we should do next?”  Ellie asks, eyebrows arched in curiosity.

“Well…” he says, hesitating momentarily before pulling his wallet from the interior pocket of his suit jacket and removing a rectangular piece of plastic. “I could always use my calling card…”

THE END  

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