Squeezable - Part 4

After an uneventful cargo drop in Crabtown and not a single air pirate to be seen, the Sea Duck turns for the final leg home. After ten hours of droning radial engines and no sleep, thanks in part to his all-night tryst with Rebecca, Kitt has a splitting headache. Just one more agonizing hour, listening to Baloo rattle on about his sexual escapades, and he can finally get some shut-eye.

Baloo: Oh man, don't even get me started about Louie's wife. Hangin' from the ceiling, bouncing off my cockerel like a circus chimp... Hooo, mamma!
Kitt: She's an orangutan, not a chimpanzee.
Baloo: Who are you, Jane Goodall? You know what I mean. Am I right, am I right?

Kitt rubs his throbbing temples. Fifty more minutes and he'll be asleep in his bed.

Kitt: No, I have no idea what you mean.
Baloo: Anyway... Speaking of circus acts... 'Becca ever tell yuh about TuT?
Kitt: Tut? Do you mean like, Tutanchamun?
Baloo: Tooten-who?
Kitt: The ancient Egyptian pharaoh... You know, they built the pyramids?
Baloo: I don't know about no pyramid-buildin', but that woman loves...Ell-You-Vee-Ess...looooves her some TuT.
Kitt: You're killin' me here.
Baloo: Aww, c'mon, man. You know...

Kitt continues to rub his temples. Forty-five more minutes.

Kitt: No, I don't know...and I wish you'd just tell me and stop repeating yourself. I've got a splitting, fucking headache.
Baloo: Now, don't get snippy with me, kid. Is it my fault you stayed up all night bangin' that broad instead of sleeping? I'll oughta take you back to the Cape and put a bar of soap in that smart mouth of yours.

Kitt says nothing, feigning looking out the co-pilot's window to watch for pirates. Anything to keep from having to make conversation with the dirty-minded old bear.

Thirty minutes of blessed silence go by...Kitt can see the harbor of Cape Suzette.

Baloo: She ain't never told you about Tied Up Tuesday?
Kitt: Pardon?
Baloo: Yeah, man... That woman looooves to get tied up.
Kitt: So, you're telling me she's into bondage? I'm not seein' it.
Baloo: Hell yeah. Ropes, handcuffs, bungee cords, ratchet straps...it don't matter. Strap 'er down and ring 'er out.  ...but only on Tuesdays. You ain't never noticed that dog collar she wears every Tuesday?
Kitt: Uhhhh, that's called a 'choker'...and lots of women wear them.
Baloo: Choke 'er. Well, whatever kinda depravity gets you off, kid. I ain't never seen no 'choker' with a metal ring on it. Just sayin'.

Flaps extended, engines throttling back, the Sea Duck skips across the rippling water inside the harbor. Five more minutes, a short taxi up the dock, moor the plane, and Kitt will be in his bed in no time. ...and no more dirty-minded Baloo for at least another twelve hours.

Engines off and out of his seat, Kitt unlatches the hatch and swings it open. A not-so businesslike-attired Rebecca stands mere feet away, eyeing him with a salacious smile. Gone is her usual turtleneck sweater and jacket combo, replaced with a strapless 'little black dress' like a woman about to go out on the town for the evening...or ensnare some young hunk for the night. Kitt can't help but notice the spiked leather collar around her neck...definitely not a typical businesswoman's fashion accessory.

Baloo: Evenin', Beckers. Hooo-wee! Look at you, all dolled up.
Rebecca: Uh-huh. Evening to you too, Baloo. How'd it go?
Baloo: Signed, sealed, delivered, and not a pirate in sight. So, you gonna let the boy gets some shut-eye...or ya'll gonna go straight to the fuzzy handcuffs and granny knots?
Rebecca: I have no idea what you're talking about. I'll expect those cargo manifests and bills of lading on my desk by morning.
Baloo: Yes, ma'am.

Kitt stares on, watching as Rebecca saunters away...hips shimmying, her sky-high stilettos clicking on the wooden dock. Just a hint of a garter belt clipped to her lined stocking can be seen as she clicks up the gangway and onto the wharf. Mesmerized, Kitt scarcely notices the big bear shuffling up behind him, leaning to whisper in his ear.

Kitt: (almost silently) Wow.
Baloo: WoW? Heh! Don't even get me started on Waller'd out Wednesdays.

Original Sketch by Exwolf85
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2