t-shirts...hmmm...Testostechrome™. The Jacks got it, everyone wants it."We need to get shirts with that on it. For official functions and stuff. Yeah..." :)
"You know I'm right..." ;)
"We could even convince some of the ladies to 'model' them for us - help get the word out, so to speak."
"You know I'm right..." ;)
"We could even convince some of the ladies to 'model' them for us - help get the word out, so to speak."
I'll model them for you!
It may be the only chance I get to actually be clothed any time in the foreseeable future.
"You know I'm right..." ;)
"We could even convince some of the ladies to 'model' them for us - help get the word out, so to speak."
I'll model them for you!
It may be the only chance I get to actually be clothed any time in the foreseeable future.
"There we go - first volunteer. If we can get the celestial nymphs or Ambrosia or PoD and El-Lina onboard too, it would work beautifully..."
"There we go - first volunteer. If we can get the celestial nymphs or Ambrosia or PoD and El-Lina onboard too, it would work beautifully..."
I wonder what happened to Muffy, Molly, and Mindy. I haven't seen them in a while. Or El-Lina and PoD...
Oh.
Yeah. That could take awhile.
"There we go - first volunteer. If we can get the celestial nymphs or Ambrosia or PoD and El-Lina onboard too, it would work beautifully..."
I wonder what happened to Muffy, Molly, and Mindy. I haven't seen them in a while. Or El-Lina and PoD...
Oh.
Yeah. That could take awhile.
"We could see about the nymphs and dryads still here, but I'm trying to focus more on the 'free agents' to avoid stepping on toes. I'm open to ideas though."
*slides over*
I'd model them, but I'm pushing it just being in this thread.
*whispers to Devlyn*
Do you think the other slaad would understand if I explained I was just hoping to use the same dressing room as the other models?
*slides over*
I'd model them, but I'm pushing it just being in this thread.
*whispers to Devlyn*
Do you think the other slaad would understand if I explained I was just hoping to use the same dressing room as the other models?
He whispers back: "You'd be walking a tightrope on that one, but you might be able to convince them with that angle. You'd just better get lots of photos to keep your Slaad cred." ;P
The fiendish nymphs and dryads get out of the pool and take the chairs around EM. The large ape has changed into some cargo shorts and a loud open Hawaiian shirt, his furry belly supporting a large roast beef sub and a cold Budweiser. A large Cuban cigar smoulders in a silver ashtray by his side. A redheaded fiendish dryad begins rubbing his shoulders as he chatters into his Blackberry.
Yeah, yeah, sell at 6 larva, not a maggot less, kay? How're the futures on contracted souls? Uh huh ... uh huh ... good!
He takes a large bite of his sub and chews messily, getting crumbs on his belly. The surrounding nymphs rush to tease them from his fur. He talks through his bite into the phone, spraying bread bits all over it.
Kay, keep me posted palie. I'm at a do, only ring me if the floor falls out of the market.
Hangs up phone and swigs beer
Ahh... This is the existence.
*whispers to Devlyn*
Do you think the other slaad would understand if I explained I was just hoping to use the same dressing room as the other models?
{perks up from rolling around in knocked-over garbage can, whispers to Slip and Slaad:} Psssst... aren't you a green slaad? You can just polymorph into another girl and they'll never know.
*I'll never understand what you and Auntie Ambrosia seen in icky human girls... bleech!*
{goes back to rolling around in garbage}
MJ ports in with his DJ gear and sets up by the pool, Acme assisting. Soon he has the turntables fired up, and he spins up some trance to warm up the evening's energy
Malice spins another track for the crowd of excited naked fiendish nymphs and dryads.
Gotta luv a mobile party. Every stop is a blast.
Ooh! Dancing!
*runs over to the limo and comes out a couple minutes later in a micromini and bustier*
*downs a Dark & Stormy and heads out to the dance floor*
Alaina gets up and sashays off to the cabana, returning in a white minidress with chunky gold accesories. The dress has a scoop neck that sways dangerously as she strides to the pool with gold pumps clacking. A wide gold belt encircles her narrow waist, engraven with the symbols of Sunny Godhead. Her many tattoos crawl down her arms and legs, seeming to writhe of their own accord. She grabs a Dark & Stormy and begins to dance next to Lynora-Jill
From one of the cabanas PoD emerges, dressed in a glistening red sequined gown with a black framed cowl. Her ample cleavage is adorned with a string of rubies set in gold. The slit in her gown reveals black leather stiletto-heeled boots, matching the black riding crop in her right hand.
She makes her way to the dance floor, slowly licking her lips as she surveys the attendees.
El-lina emerges from the same cabana, dressed in a black mini skirt with a white silk top. Her hair is pulled up in a tight bun, and a pair of black frame glasses hang from a gold chain.
The celestial nymphs appear as if from thin air, giggling like crazy, wearing identical silver halter dresses. They make their way to the dance floor.
Malice keeps the music going as the party swells in size
Serafina moves from the DJ booth, skillfully putting herself between the three Celestial nymphs and their scowling fiendish counterparts. She writhes and sways, but keeps an eye on the demonic nymphets
The celestial nymphs send the occasional glare towards their fiendish counterparts, but stay focused on the dancing. For now.
LJ happily enjoys the dancing. Clubbing with Alaina was always a good time.
Evil Monkey has traded in Tony Bahama for John Gotti. Enclosed in a flashy Armani suit with an open shirt complimented with a Mr. T starter kit, he bumps and grinds his way across the dance floor. His oversized Italian leather shoes stomp many a dainty toe on the way.
Acme zips along the edges of the crowd, attempting to keep the guests' glasses full
Stepping out of the limo JH is dressed in a white silk suit and black silk shirt, with a white plantation hat. Gold adorns his fingers, his wrists, and his exposed chest.
He carries a tray of assorted scotch. Some bottles are quite dusty.
Malice smiles as he sees JH lugging out the good scotch. He spins another song to the feverish crowd
Oh, man, that's just so not fair. He always looks really good in a suit, she says watching JH as he emerges from the limo.
She blushes at Alaina's amused look.
Okay, okay. I know. I have absolutely no good judgment where he's concerned. And I'm just going to keep dancing and having a good time. Really, I am.
... searching ...
... Prepairing for Mass Targeting ...
Acme deploys the disruption defense field, rendering the borg's distintegration useless
Acme deploys the disruption defense field, rendering the borg's distintegration useless
LJ continues dancing, really throwing herself into it tonight.
JH sets up court off to the side of the dance floor, in full view but without the crowd. Dropping off the scotch with Acme, he takes a crystal decanter of honey-colored 25-year old scotch and a pitcher of mountain spring water to the table.
Usually I'd say that's something I could sink my teeth in but even I'm not silly enough to try that on a Jack.
*giggle*
Maybe a hot oil massage after the club closes?
Glances over at JH periodically but continues dancing.
*don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts*
*giggle*
Maybe a hot oil massage after the club closes?
I don't think this club ever closes.
watches LJ dance
*naughty thought 1. naughty thought 2. naughty thought 3....*
Having exhausted her supply of self-control at a shockingly early point in the evening's revelries, LJ sashays over to where JH is holding court.
"So, are you going to offer me a drink?" she asked, biting her lip.
*don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts*
Having exhausted her supply of self-control at a shockingly early point in the evening's revelries, LJ sashays over to where JH is holding court.
"So, are you going to offer me a drink?" she asked, biting her lip.
*don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts*
Of course. How's your taste for scotch? I have an excellent 25-year old single malt from a distillery outside of Elgin. And spring water from the same locale.
Neither is as smooth as your dancing, but maybe as silky as your hair. You ever see how you look under the lights?
Having exhausted her supply of self-control at a shockingly early point in the evening's revelries, LJ sashays over to where JH is holding court.
"So, are you going to offer me a drink?" she asked, biting her lip.
*don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts*
Of course. How's your taste for scotch? I have an excellent 25-year old single malt from a distillery outside of Elgin. And spring water from the same locale.
Neither is as smooth as your dancing, but maybe as silky as your hair. You ever see how you look under the lights?
She blushed.
"I don't think I've ever had scotch," she said, sitting very close to him.
"Have I told you before how good you look in a suit?"
Having exhausted her supply of self-control at a shockingly early point in the evening's revelries, LJ sashays over to where JH is holding court.
"So, are you going to offer me a drink?" she asked, biting her lip.
*don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts, don't think naughty thoughts*
Of course. How's your taste for scotch? I have an excellent 25-year old single malt from a distillery outside of Elgin. And spring water from the same locale.
Neither is as smooth as your dancing, but maybe as silky as your hair. You ever see how you look under the lights?
She blushed.
"I don't think I've ever had scotch," she said, sitting very close to him.
"Have I told you before how good you look in a suit?"
He stands as she takes a seat next to him, then sits as close as her wings allow.
Scotch, good scotch, is best enjoyed slowly, passionately. The aroma savored, then the nectar sipped allowing it to glide over one's tongue. *he pours 2 glasses, mixing 1/2 spring water in one*
When sipping, only allow the aroma of your glass to be your breath.
Try the 50/50 mix first. From there we can adjust the mixture based on your...pleasure.
He stands as she takes a seat next to him, then sits as close as her wings allow.
Scotch, good scotch, is best enjoyed slowly, passionately. The aroma savored, then the nectar sipped allowing it to glide over one's tongue. *he pours 2 glasses, mixing 1/2 spring water in one*
When sipping, only allow the aroma of your glass to be your breath.
Try the 50/50 mix first. From there we can adjust the mixture based on your...pleasure.
Okay. Any and all attempts at not thinking naughty thoughts just went out the window, she thinks to herself.
She picks up the glass and inhales the aroma before taking a slow sip.
Wow. That's...strong.
He stands as she takes a seat next to him, then sits as close as her wings allow.
Scotch, good scotch, is best enjoyed slowly, passionately. The aroma savored, then the nectar sipped allowing it to glide over one's tongue. *he pours 2 glasses, mixing 1/2 spring water in one*
When sipping, only allow the aroma of your glass to be your breath.
Try the 50/50 mix first. From there we can adjust the mixture based on your...pleasure.
Okay. Any and all attempts at not thinking naughty thoughts just went out the window, she thinks to herself.
She picks up the glass and inhales the aroma before taking a slow sip.
Wow. That's...strong.
JH watches Lyn's reaction closely.
Perhaps more water in your glass? Single malt is very smooth, but still strong. Unlike its American counterparts. A lover's caress...
He takes a sip of his glass, closing his eyes as he does.
JH watches Lyn's reaction closely.
Perhaps more water in your glass? Single malt is very smooth, but still strong. Unlike its American counterparts. A lover's caress...
He takes a sip of his glass, closing his eyes as he does.
Breathe. You remember breathing. That's right. Oxygen is good.
"Yeah, I think a little more water in my drink."
JH watches Lyn's reaction closely.
Perhaps more water in your glass? Single malt is very smooth, but still strong. Unlike its American counterparts. A lover's caress...
He takes a sip of his glass, closing his eyes as he does.
Breathe. You remember breathing. That's right. Oxygen is good.
"Yeah, I think a little more water in my drink."
He adds a bit more water using a small fine china pitcher, smiling at LJ as he does. He places the small pitcher on a white cotten doiley of intricate design.
After adjusting her drink he pours himself another drink, this time on the rocks.
From a glacier. The ice works like the water, but adding more 'cool' than water.
The 'art' of sharing scotch is a very 'personal' one. Each element has meaning.
He sips, and looks deeply into LJ's eyes.
Does this suit make me talk differently, or is it the scotch?
He sips, and looks deeply into LJ's eyes.
Does this suit make me talk differently, or is it the scotch?
I don't know, she sighs. But I like it. I mean I really like it. You could pretty much talk me into anything right now. Not that you can't normally, but I mean without blackmail or anything.
I don't know, she sighs. But I like it. I mean I really like it. You could pretty much talk me into anything right now. Not that you can't normally, but I mean without blackmail or anything.
He sips, and looks deeply into LJ's eyes.
Does this suit make me talk differently, or is it the scotch?
Blackmail? That game we play?
he smiles, and takes another sip.
How 'bout I talk you into a dance?
He stands and holds out his hand
How 'bout I talk you into a dance?
He stands and holds out his hand
She smiles and takes his hand and lets him lead her out onto the dance floor, never taking her eyes off him. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but he was absolutely mesmerizing right now.
*slids around the dance floor, showing off some really slippery chaotic dance moves*
She smiles and takes his hand and lets him lead her out onto the dance floor, never taking her eyes off him. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but he was absolutely mesmerizing right now.
How 'bout I talk you into a dance?
He stands and holds out his hand
JH smiles as they take the dance floor, partly predatory and partly cheshire-cat. Almost hury. His eyes match the intense gaze of a hawk, and the cologne he's wearing is way more enticing than the doctored Brut of a sophmoric attempt at seduction.
I can see the dance floor lights in your eyes, Lyn. It's prettier than the night sky.