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Post by Twinkling on Jul 12, 2006 18:34:23 GMT -8
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Post by Seul Desir on Jul 12, 2006 18:39:04 GMT -8
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Post by ultra blue dress on Jul 12, 2006 18:45:27 GMT -8
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Post by Twinkling on Jul 12, 2006 18:46:08 GMT -8
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Post by Seul Desir on Jul 12, 2006 18:51:22 GMT -8
Wow! Great stuff, Seul. I like the way you wrote this, it makes it more real and you can imagine yourself being the girl in the story. ;D Good idea. I agree with the other girls, you have a GREAT talent in writing. We're lucky to have you writing about our mode guys. Thanks, Marties! Just wait til I get YOUR man's story up.
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Post by Seul Desir on Jul 12, 2006 18:52:34 GMT -8
Me and the other girls just said you the truth, Seul! WOW, thank you very much that you're working on the Marty fantasy right now, Seul! It'll definitely be up tonight, Twinkling. But when I say "tonight", that probably means 3:00 in the morning. I just realized how short the fantasy is, so I'm gonna beef it up for your reading enjoyment. ;D
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Post by Twinkling on Jul 12, 2006 19:37:41 GMT -8
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Post by lilmisslesley on Jul 14, 2006 18:23:01 GMT -8
Ok, here's the first half of the story I came up with. Consider it my apology for questioning Dave's status as a sex god.
He hadn't felt like sitting alone in his hotel room, mindlessly watching TV again, so he'd gone downstairs to the bar.
He sat on a bar stool, nursing the soda water in front of him and listening to the babble of other people's conversations, mingled with the bland jazz coming from the sound system. It was shaping up to be a very dull night. He drained his glass and caught the attention of the bar tender, asking for another.
"And I'll have a gin and tonic." Came an unexpected voice from beside him.
A woman had sat down on the stool next to him. A business type it seemed, she was wearing a tailored suit that managed to be serious and flatter her figure at the same time. She fished around in her bag, producing a packet of cigarettes. Taking one out for herself, she offered him the packet.
"You smoke?"
"Sure. Thanks." He pulled a cigarette from the packet and placed it between his lips, automatically pulling a lighter from his pocket and setting it aflame.
He took a long drag before leaning towards his new companion and offering her the light.
She leaned in to light her cigarette and he took the opportunity to study her features while she was distracted. She was pretty enough, a brunette, with her hair clipped up to match her formal attire.
The barman reappeared with their drinks, setting the glasses down in front of them.
"That's £3.40 for you miss and £1.20 for the gentleman."
"He's paying."
Dave's eyebrows shot up at this, but he said nothing and paid the hovering barman, who seemed amused at the turn of events.
"Thanks" she said, taking another drag of her cigarette as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"So, do you usually..."
"Make strangers pay for my drinks?"
"Yeah." Her upfront manner was making him curious.
"I have a rule about men buying me drinks."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I only allow a man to pay for my drinks if I'm prepared to sleep with him."
Dave nearly spat his soda water back out.
She smiled and extended her hand, "Caroline. Caroline Burns."
"Dave Gahan." He found himself grinning back at her. She had certainly made the evening more interesting.
She finished her cigarette, stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. He noticed her perfectly manicured nails. Her chic, conservative appearance certainly contrasted with her behaviour.
"I recognise you," she said, "Your band has posters up all over the place."
"Oh yeah," he felt slightly awkward now, she was probably just after an autograph, " We played here last night."
"Never been into music much myself."
"Really?" he was genuinely surprised, she wasn't a groupie after all, "What do you do?"
"I'm a writer. I've been in town doing a book signing. Boring as hell."
They lapsed into silence for a while, each lost in their thoughts and sipping their drinks.
"Can I buy you another?" Dave asked, gesturing towards her glass.
"Yeah. Thanks. But that doesn't mean I'll sleep with you twice."
This time he laughed, and gestured to the barman to bring them a refill.
"So what do you write? Books."
Her lips curled into an outright grin at his question.
"Yeah, books. I'm an erotic novelist."
He nearly spat out his drink for a second time that evening.
"You...What?"
"You know. Erotic novels. All shagging, no story. I'm a smut-peddlar."
"I guess you enjoy your work then?"
"Immensely. I'm researching my new book right now in fact."
"What's it about?" She had him hooked now. The woman was a puzzle to say the least.
"It's about a woman who picks up hot guys in hotel bars and takes them up to her room for mind-blowing one-night stands."
She said the whole thing in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, but the twinkle in her eye caught him. He liked her attitude, it was different, refreshing, and he had a feeling he'd like what she was hiding under her business suit.
"So," she said, distracting him from his train of thought, "Are you interested in being my muse for the evening?"
A crooked grin lit up his face, making his eyes sparkle.
"I'd be delighted."
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Post by ultra blue dress on Jul 14, 2006 18:31:04 GMT -8
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Post by lilmisslesley on Jul 14, 2006 18:35:25 GMT -8
Yeah! it's 3:30am. I'm a sleepy bear.
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Post by Seul Desir on Jul 14, 2006 18:49:16 GMT -8
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Post by Twinkling on Jul 14, 2006 19:00:09 GMT -8
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Post by Laura on Jul 14, 2006 20:37:15 GMT -8
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Post by Traumatic BunnyRabbit on Jul 16, 2006 5:42:05 GMT -8
Lesley, I love this story and I want more! I can't wait to see if she's as teasing in bed as she was in the bar ;D
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Post by dmdavenut on Jul 16, 2006 8:11:32 GMT -8
Oooh very good little fantasy that was! Such excellent writing!!!!
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