John Thatcher And His Peculiar Plans For Paranormal Punishment (For Lys!)

[Elohel]

John Thatcher navigated his way through the hustle and bustle of Central City. Nestled within the heart of The State of New York, Central City was a giant, cement labyrinth; a maze of skyscrapers and alleyways. Cars were packed into the streets, an ocean of people moved briskly to their jobs, and a thick morning fog bellowed out over everything. John was 27 years old. He wore a gray trench coat over a brown suit and tie. Passers-by stopped and gazed at John for a moment, whispering excitedly to one another as they caught a glimpse of the man.

John brushed a hand through his curly, dirty blonde hair, as he crossed a street to a large building. The building looked as though it was some kind of old auto garage, but on the face of the building was a simple white strip, and written on that, in bold, black text, was: “JOHN THATCHER PARANORMAL INVESTIGATIONS”. There was a large garage door underneath the sign, while a small green door was a few feet next to it. John took out his keys, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

The inside of the building was a large, almost hollow space. There was a small, wooden desk tucked away in the corner, with chairs on both sides. In the center of the room was an old looking SUV, complete with a chipped, fading blue paint job. But then in another corner was a little world of technological wonder. Sleek computer towers and monitors looked as though they were sprouting out of the wall. Lining the walls near that corner were black boxes, presumably filled with similarly advance looking equipment. This corner of the room did not match the rest AT ALL. John had been meaning to redesign the interior of his office, but the rapid success of his business had left him little time to do much of anything other than working in the field.

And yes, that’s correct, a man who was in charge of “Paranormal Investigations” was experiencing an exciting boom to his business. The man was now known across the nation. Years of honing his craft, while trudging through the muck of overwhelming disbelief from others, had finally gained him the recognition he deserved. While he had a PHD in parapsychology, his specialty was… exorcism. And it was his very …unique... process that gained him such attention.

John threw his trench coat on a coat rack, and then took a seat at his desk. The man was fairly tall, about 6’0, and fairly lean. He adjusted his black, thick-rimmed glasses as he went over the resume of a young lady. The business was becoming a bit too much for John to handle on his own, so he needed some help, specifically with documentation and monitoring of the equipment. His dark blue eyes scanned the paper, brushing up on it before the interview, which was scheduled to take place in about a half hour.

[Lys]

The bottom, right-hand corner of Alexis' phone's illuminated screen read 12:26 PM. So far, everything seemed to be going according to plan... The 26 year-old was rather surprised that everything was going so smoothly! On a day as important as this one, she had expected something to go wrong: the bus would be late, or there'd be construction on a block that would close off the route she wanted to take. Something! But, so far, so good. Hopefully, her good fortune would continue throughout her interview, the reason for which this day was so important to her.

Two years ago, Alexis Wade had finished her courses at the somewhat prestigious Central City Institute of Camerawork and Cinematography, and yet, for the next two years, she was stuck at a painfully dull job working as a secretary for a small insurance firm. However, suffering through it might have helped her in the long run, as the job that she was currently attending an interview for required a man or woman in possession of both secretarial duties and video recording. The job was for a man by the name of John Thatcher, a paranormal investigator who had gained quite a bit of notoriety as of late. Alexis really didn't know too much about the guy... Other than seeing a few books by him at the bookstore a few years back and speaking to him on the phone to schedule this interview, her knowledge of the man was quite limited. This was due to the fact that Alexis really didn't hold a lot of interest in the paranormal... Things like that really only appealed to a niche audience, and one that she didn't really fall into. That said, Alexis had gathered enough that the man was well-respected in circles which revolved around paranormal happenings.

As Alexis rounded the corner, the man's building came into view. She stopped next to a nearby window and used the slight reflection to give herself a quick look-over. A tall, pretty dark-skinned girl with a thin face, full lips and a curvy figure stared back at her. Her slightly curly, shoulder-length brown hair was held in place by a yellow hairband which matched the short, yellow dress she wore beneath a white blouse, an ensemble which could only be described as "cute". After all, she didn't want to go for the full-on business look for the interview, nor did she want to dress in the clothes she normally opted to wear, which consisted of jeans in various states of disrepair and whatever she could find to cover her torso. She passed her own inspection, and with a deep breath, crossed the street and entered the building, which looked to be a repurposed auto repair shop.

She stepped in, trying to exude a little bit of confidence, just like all the people who gave interview tips said to. However, as she looked around the peculiar place, her confidence was quickly being replaced by a feeling of curiosity.

"Mr. Thatcher?" Alexis called out, her deep brown eyes scanning the strange room. "Hello? I'm Alexis Wade. I'm here for an interview,"

[Elohel]

John heard the echo of the door opening. He then stood up and leaned to the side to see Alexis standing in the doorway. The SUV would have been blocking the view of his desk, so to Alexis, she’d suddenly see a curly mop poke out from behind the vehicle. “Hello, there.” He replied, walking into view, and then over to the girl. “Alexis Wade, pleased to meet you.” John said, extending his hand, giving her a firm handshake. “Well, let’s get right to it then, shall we?”

John would then walk Alexis over to his desk; gesturing to the empty seat for her to sit. He then sat down behind the desk; clasping his hands together and plopping them down on the surface. “So… Ms. Wade… you would like to provide assistance in regards to documentation of spiritual ceremonies, as well as standard secretarial duties; scheduling clients and… well… making sure I don’t lose track of time, as I’m so very often inclined to do.” John spoke very quickly, but very gently; carrying an air of soft confidence. “The latter of those two areas should be a walk in the park for you, I think. It’s work in the field that’ll be the real test here. I will be straight forward: the work can sometimes be dangerous, but, not to worry, most of the time, the consequences for when things go sour are… only mildly unpleasant. “

John didn’t move around much as he spoke. He just sat there, with his hands clasped together on the desk, looking straight ahead at Alexis; his gaze falling down to the surface of the desk only every so often. He wasn’t meaning to stare her down, or present himself as some kind of looming force that leered down at her. He was just exactly what he said he’d be: straightforward. And that’s exactly who John Thatcher was. He was a guy who got right to the point, without any ounce of doubt or arrogance.

“Now, normally, for a normal job, in a normal interview, I’d ask you some vague questions and the like, but THIS job, requires… spontaneity! Specifically, what I do is… well… I get a call from someone, anyone, from various locales, all sorts of places, and they ask me to come in and evaluate whether or not someone that they know is possessed by a spirit. And if they are, then what I do is perform my patent exorcism process to expel the naughty specter. Sometimes this is during the day, sometimes the middle of the night. There are going to be situations where you’re going to have to be up and ready at a moments notice! “

There was now a slight twinge of excitement in John’s voice. He was always very passionate about his work, and discussing the details with a potential employee was filling him with a bit of giddiness.

“So… I’m NOT going to ask you any particular questions, Ms Wade… except for one… I will ask you one, and only one, question… one that I will only ask you AFTER we perform an exorcism… today. “ John stood up and walked over to the corner of the room containing the gadgets. He then grabbed a small briefcase and brought it back to the desk. He pushed it towards Alexis.

“There’s a school not too far from here. A faculty member has been claimed to be possessed. I have already done my evaluation. I’m afraid it’s true. But we’re going to go there, right now, and take care of it. If you really want the job, then you’re ready to go… however, there are precautions we must take first…”

John opened the briefcase. Nestled inside some black foam was… underwear…. a tiny pair of baby blue panties with a yellow trim.

“This is ghost proof underwear.” John said, with a completely straight face. “The fabric is laced with an almost invisible film that reflects ectoplasm-like substances. It’s not enough to completely halt a possession on its own, but it provides enough of a roadblock so that the possession can be stopped before the spirit completely takes over. You’ll most definitely need to wear this; if there’s one spirit around, you can rest assure, that there will be many others lurking right around the corner.”

John was not any kind of schemer, pervert, or prankster. He spoke with complete and utter sincerity. The man with a legitimate paranormal investigation business just busted out ghost proof panties.

“Oh, I almost forgot, you don’t need to worry about the size. I’ve constructed the underwear from… “ John then went on a lengthy explanation of how the underwear will re-shape to the correct size for whoever wears it; throwing out terms like “nano-machines” nonchalantly. During this explanation, he almost seemed bored and uninterested, as though he was saying “Yup, I just threw some duckt tape on it.”

“There’s a locker room right over there.” John pointed to a door on the opposite end of the room. “That is, of course, if you’re still interested. Having to get up and do the job on such short notice isn’t for everyone… but it’s part of the work. It’s entirely up to you. If you’re up for it, go and get changed, and then help me load up the car… we have a lot of work to do.”

[Lys]

Alexis was a sharp young woman, so as she politely sat down in front of Thatcher's desk she had no problem processing the barrage of information the man was assaulting her with. Her hands folded neatly in her lap, she listened intently as the man spoke. Documentation? No problem. She wasn't so sure about these so-called "spiritual ceremonies". After all, what exactly was there to document? Never mind that. It would only make the job easier! Secretarial duties were of no issue, and simple time management would be a walk in the park. However, the information John was spouting quickly became more interesting when he mentioned... spontaneity!

The thought appealed to Alexis. She despised the idea of being pinned down by a monotonous, never-changing schedule, so something like what John was speaking of appealed to her. That said, she was most certainly interested in seeing whether or not being awoken in the middle of the night to go film some "exorcism" would yield some extra monetary benefits... But she couldn't ask that during the interview! Or at least, she wasn't supposed to.

However, Alexis was quickly yanked away from these thoughts as she was smacked with the information that she'd be performing an exorcism... Today. Well, she had wanted a more exciting job, after all... What else was she supposed to expect? She listened as he explained the situation. Her brown lips, which moments ago, were forming a polite smile had drooped at the corners as her mouth formed a line as she put together the information she was being fed. So, some high school faculty was supposedly possessed by a, as John described them earlier, naughty specter. This terminology confused Alexis. She was no master of paranormal studies, but weren't possessions supposed to be the work of malevolent, evil spirits? At least, that's how it was in all those television shows and movies. "Naughty" didn't really seem to fit something that could otherwise be described as a demon.

And then, all of a sudden, there was a pair of underwear sitting on the desk's surface. With a frown upon her pretty face, Alexis looked from the panties, to John, an expression of complete earnest on his face, and back down to the underpants. A part of her thought to stand up and walk out right there, but the man's poke face made her second-guess this notion as he explained it's purposes.

"Nanomachines? Really?" she asked skeptically, picking up the pair of underpants and giving them a tug. "I think the word you're looking for is elastic..."

Whether or not what John said was true or not, one couldn't argue that the panties seemed very elastic. They would most certainly stretch far enough to comfortable cover Alexis's lower... Wait. What? She wasn't seriously considering this, was she? It was crazy, but then, so was this talk of exorcisms and what not. And that hadn't stopped her from showing up to the interview... There was only one way to tell if this was really part of the job, or just a perverted man's sick fantasy.

"...So that would mean you have a pair on?" Alexis asked, clearly not willing to believe until she saw.

[Elohel]

Your average person is capable of picking up on certain social cues. If someone frowns during a conversation, the other person will come to the conclusion that they must have said something to incur that reaction; perhaps try to alleviate whatever is causing the frowning person’s displeasure. John was not one of those average people. He was so finely focused on observing the paranormal, things that were so grand and extraordinary, that when it came to the smaller details, he often glossed them over. In other words, Mr. Thatcher was not picking up on Alexis’ incredulous looks, or skeptical tone of voice.

When she mentioned elasticity, John’s eyes kind of glazed over for a brief moment. He couldn’t remember whether the nano-machine undies were something he thought of in a dream, or if he actually invented such a thing. His eyes darted back and forth; one could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Aha, yes, of course, I have my own briefs, as well. I can show you!” John stood up, loosening his belt, and allowing his pants to drop a bit. He pulled his button up shirt out of the way, allowing Alexis to see the same colored boxer briefs. “I’d never work in the field without them!”

John did a little spin, showing her the backside. He did this without hesitance. No shame, no embarrassment, nothing. Alexis would be able to catch a glimpse of Thatcher’s little bubble butt. While he was a skinny guy, his rear end kind of bulged out from him. It wasn’t a huge booty by any stretch of the imagination, but in comparison to his frame, it was quite pert and round. The fabric of his underwear fit very, very snuggly across his cheeks.

"Observe!"

Thatcher pinched the cotton fabric and pulled it out. As the fabric began stretching away from his body, the hanging cloth would droop down, impossibly so - it was as though more of the fabric was somehow multiplying and growing larger the further it got away from Thatcher's backside. He then released his pinch on the undies, and they snapped almost instantly around his butt, back to being a snug fit. John bounced up, as a SMACK rang out; his briefs giving his caboose a small slap upon return. "Mm!" He yelped softly. "Might give you a bit of a pinch, but it does the job."

John pulled up his pants, re-did his belt, and then sat back down.

“So...” John said, again, with a straight face. "Are you in?"

[Lys]

Alexis stared down at the undergarments on the desk in front of her, an expression of grim incredulity plastered upon her face. Going on the job at the drop of a hat wasn't the issue, but rather, putting on some weird underwear before doing so. Thinking that she was clearly losing her mind, she took a deep breath and seized the underwear.

"Give me just a second," she said, standing up from in front of the desk and marching off towards the door that Thatcher had indicated was a locker room. The air was cooler in here, and, compared to the very curious interior of the room outside, the locker room was quite plain. That said, it was clean and functional, so Alexis couldn't complain. As a matter of fact, considering that she had come in here to put on panties that were supposedly ghost-proof, a little bit of normalcy was actually appreciated. She locked the door behind her, and glanced around the room. It seemed as though she was alone in here, save for the lockers, bench, sink, toilet, mirror, and the faint hum of florescent lighting.

It took probably a full thirty seconds of looking in the mirror before the young woman sighed, kicked off her neat dress shoes, bent forward slightly, and, reaching under her skirt, seized the brown pantyhose and black and white, zebra-striped panties she had on beneath the yellow dress. She carefully slipped them down her legs and carefully stepped out of them, folding them neatly on the edge of the bench as she put on the new pair of panties. They weren't the most comfortable set of underwear... A little pinchy, but that didn't stop the woman from being unable to resist the temptation of looking at how they fit in the mirror. Flipping her skirt up, she turned around, one hand on her hip. It was a very standard fit, which, was actually a bit surprising, considering that she found underwear had a tendency to slip between her rather large, brown cheeks, making them tend to appear even larger when they actually were when exposed. Despite the fit, Alexis didn't think she'd be wearing these outside of work anytime soon.

In another minute, she replaced her tights and shoes, fixed her skirt, and ventured back out, seating herself at the desk.

"Alright, they're on," she said. Her dark complexion didn't make it terribly obvious, but she could feel her face growing hot as she admitted this. "So... I'm in. Do you have the documentation equipment here? I, uh, wasn't exactly expecting any sort of 'test' today, so, my camera is still at home."