Justin Time and the Time Trappers

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 won’t grope her now can I go?” I asked.

“Very well,” she said.

I quickly ran off. I ran over to the bathroom. But before I got there someone grabbed me and pulled me into an open room. I was pulled forward and stumbled a bit. I managed to catch myself and turned around. I was a bit surprised to see a Time Trapper, standing in front of me full gear.

I was a bit confused. I looked at her trying to see if I recognized her. I knew it was a girl, she had a nice figure. Curves in the right areas including a nice tight butt. I was a bit too bewildered to ogle her. She had just grabbed me.

“Have you gone through the portal yet?” she said in an accent that sounded like it was Golordia Omicron accent. There was only girl from Golordia Omicron I knew about.

“Olga?” I said she didn’t say anything she gust grabbed me.

“Did you go through the portal yet?” Olga asked.

“What? No, not yet.” I said confused. “Why?”

“Good there is still time,” Olga said.

“Time for what?” I asked confused.

“You’ve been time napped,” Olga said.

“What?!” I said laughing and pointed at myself. “I’ve been time napped?”

Such a statement was ridiculous to me. Who the hell would time nap me? I was just some lonely and quite random (possibly perverted) Time Trapper. Who would waste their time and effort on time napping me?

“Yes,” Olga said.

“Why would they time nap me?” I asked. “Who would time nap me?”

“I don’t know that’s why I am here,” Olga said.

“I’m like a nobody,” I said. “Are you sure that I’m your target?”

Olga showed me her Glass, and I looked it over. It was hard for me to believe. I had apparently gone through the portal later today, looking for that target I was sent to find, Adrien Maroon. Adrien ended up being turned into some sort of monkey creature, I found her she attacked me, and I ended up getting my suit ripped.

“And I didn’t check it?” I asked Olga.

“Apparently not,” Olga shrugged.

“That was pretty stupid of me,” I said, and Olga nodded.

I continued to read the glass. It said I kept jumping forward in time and then back. Olga and I had concluded that I must had a tear in my suit and from that Chronoton particles had seeped into me. Though an apparent alternate timeline I experienced from this jump back and forth was that Olga was sent back to get this same Adrien Maroon and at that time she was a regular person not a monkey girl.

“Someone changed it to prove me wrong?” I asked after figuring that out.

“It appears that way,” Olga said. “This is what made me open your case as a case of Time Napping.”

“I see,” I nodded. “But what should we do?”

“We need to find out who is the actual Time Napper.” Olga said.

“But wait usually a Time Trapper would not be sent back until we know who the Time Napper is,” I said.

“I know but we thought it was an inside job,” Olga said.

“An inside job?” I repeated. “Because whoever changed the monkey woman was trying to discredit me?”

“Yes,” Olga nodded.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked.

“I think you should go and get your target,” Olga said.

“And get attacked?” I said.

“We have to keep it as close to the original as possible,” Olga said. “Remember I’ve came back here because that happened in my time.”

“Makes sense,” I said.

“Why are you different here?” Olga asked suddenly.

“Different?” I said.

“You’re a lot more receptive than I thought you would be.” Olga said.

“Hey, usually when I’m on the job I don’t dick around.” I said shrugging. “I’m actually kind of pissed off that someone is actually time napping me. What the hell kind of weird parallel futures did I experience I wonder.”

“Yeah you don’t want to know,” Olga said. “Let’s find this time napper together.” I nodded.