The Title Game

[elsol]

Felt like adding my favorite game thread. It is stolen from another forum, which stole it from another forum.

The Title Game
First someone gives a title of a non-existent story and the next person replies as if they had written it, telling the world what it was about and what it was like. Plot summary, characters, why it was really neat or why it didn't really work. (Note: You don't have to include all of this... whatever you feel like but the plot summary and saying 'something' about the story itself is required.)

Then the second person proposes another story title and so on and on....

As an added rule: The story should be appropriate for Literotica posting.

I'll start it:

Title: 4 am and Out of Cigarettes

 

[dr_mabeuse]

4 AM and Out Of Cigarettes

Ray Van Smoot is the Battling Social Worker of Runaway Row where he ministers to troubled teens who've taken to living on the streets from his offices above a Chinese Restaurant in Chicago's Uptown Neihborhood by holding all-night encounter groups and psychodramas where the troubled teens can act out their trauma and aggressions and self-destructive fantasies. Sociopaths, Bulimics, Dyslexics, cutters, victims of abuse, meta-genders, they all meet here and carry on into the wee hours of the morning exorcising their personal demons under Van Smoot's shrewd and watchful eye. But trouble comes in the form of one 18 year-old Lou Sue Tudor, a wealthy heiress Van Smoot doesn't know is hiding out from the Welsh mafia. Sparks soon fly between Lou Sue and van Smoot and the psychodramas get too hot for comfort. The two begin to run out of smokes and use the excuse to "trot over to the local Zip-Mart" where they make frantic love behind the dumpster. WHen Tudor's cover is blows, Van Smoot organizer the kids into an army of losers to take on the powerful Welsh crime bosses named Davis and Thomas.

Comments: The psychodrama scenes would be good, but why he just didn't lay her in his offices was a mystery. Besides, who does encounter groups any more?


My title: Flying Saucer Underpants

 

[impressive]

My title: Flying Saucer Underpants

Saucer Underpants are the latest rage, a twisted homage to the Mursi practice of wearing dhebi a tugoin. Clarissa B. Goode, in an attempt to raise money for the impoverished Mursi villages, created the fashion trend.

Her partner, aging philanthropic porn star, Bolt Upright, added the element of flight, sending a pair of the stretchy skinned panties on a journey around the globe.

Follow the tale of their travels as they hit all the major cities, sparking orgies at each destination as enthusiasts show their... enthusiasm.





My title: Seamless in Seattle

 

[Black Tulip]

My title: Seamless in Seattle

Aging fashion model has a secret body lift in private clinic.
The plastic surgeon is gorgeous, but incompetent.
Not only is he unable to satisfy the nymphomaniac desires of the model, he does a poor job as well.
At her loudly pronounced come back, his stitches come apart and she stands on stage with all the excess bursting the seams of the little black dress she's showing.

It was suppossed to be a hilarious story, but nobody got the humor.

My title: Knock, knock ...

 

[only_more_so]

Aging fashion model has a secret body lift in private clinic.
The plastic surgeon is gorgeous, but incompetent.
Not only is he unable to satisfy the nymphomaniac desires of the model, he does a poor job as well.
At her loudly pronounced come back, his stitches come apart and she stands on stage with all the excess bursting the seams of the little black dress she's showing.

It was suppossed to be a hilarious story, but nobody got the humor.

My title: Knock, knock ...

Dateline: Chicago, Indiana, June 15, 1948.

As a heat wave wracks the city, a gruesome serial killer claimed his fifth victim. The victim was found in an immaculately clean room, in an otherwise filthy home. The other victims, all housewives, all with ill kept homes, were likewise found in the one clean room in their home.

Det. Louie Payne, a drunk, a womanizer, and a good cop, has been put on the case. His only lead is reports that a travelling salesman had been up and down the block that day. He'd left his card at the neighbors. But was he a witness, or could he be the killer?​

At least that's what the back of the book says. In reality it's little better than softcore porn. The cop goes around screwing all the witnesses and never does find the salesman. The salesman was actually killed by a jealous husband before the book began. The man then kills his own wife, who couldn't keep the house clean anyway. He gets his buddy to finish the salesman's route for the day, so the cops won't learn the saleman's dead. It went so smoothly they switched off. Soon other husbands joined the club. They'd spend a day pretending to be the salesman, kill someone's wife (usually having sex with her first because all the bad housekeepers were also obviously sluts). In return a few days later another guy would return the favor. It all worked out until one of the guys got the wrong house, and a husband came home after the sex, but before the murder. The Detective talks to the wife and figures the whole thing out in five pages. Oh there was also something about a city in terror and people being afraid to buy cleaning products.

Dinner is Served

<edit>After posting I realized something: I wonder how much of my story ended up being inspired by Tulip's Avatar... </edit>

 

[SweetWitch]

Dateline: Chicago, Indiana, June 15, 1948.

As a heat wave wracks the city, a gruesome serial killer claimed his fifth victim. The victim was found in an immaculately clean room, in an otherwise filthy home. The other victims, all housewives, all with ill kept homes, were likewise found in the one clean room in their home.

Det. Louie Payne, a drunk, a womanizer, and a good cop, has been put on the case. His only lead is reports that a travelling salesman had been up and down the block that day. He'd left his card at the neighbors. But was he a witness, or could he be the killer?​

At least that's what the back of the book says. In reality it's little better than softcore porn. The cop goes around screwing all the witnesses and never does find the salesman. The salesman was actually killed by a jealous husband before the book began. The man then kills his own wife, who couldn't keep the house clean anyway. He gets his buddy to finish the salesman's route for the day, so the cops won't learn the saleman's dead. It went so smoothly they switched off. Soon other husbands joined the club. They'd spend a day pretending to be the salesman, kill someone's wife (usually having sex with her first because all the bad housekeepers were also obviously sluts). In return a few days later another guy would return the favor. It all worked out until one of the guys got the wrong house, and a husband came home after the sex, but before the murder. The Detective talks to the wife and figures the whole thing out in five pages. Oh there was also something about a city in terror and people being afraid to buy cleaning products.

Dinner is Served

<edit>After posting I realized something: I wonder how much of my story ended up being inspired by Tulip's Avatar... </edit>

Dory is alone on the long highway that leads from the house she shares with her boyfriend. In the course of a terrible fight, he admits to sleeping with her perfect older sister, Lisa. Living in the woman’s shadow all her life isn’t been bad enough. Now she’s living with her sister’s leavings.

Hungry and cold after storming out of the house in a rage, she only belatedly realizes that she has no jacket and no purse. She doesn’t want to go back, not before she can find some way to avenge her wounded pride.

Bobby, Ian’s long-time best friend pulls up. Bobby was the local stud with enough notches in his bedpost to bear witness to what the women all said about him. He’s hung like a horse.

He’s been looking for her for hours after Ian called for help to find her. She takes one look, licks her lips and thinks, dinner is served.

Title: What is that smell?

 

[elsol]

What is that smell?

Lit Category: Romance

Robert's next door neighbor, Susan, defined workaholic... a woman on the way up who didn't take the time to care for herself. Robert could live with taking care of her, but how to get in the door--his mother's cooking, of course.

Day 1 Wednesday: Lasagne... "Hello, neighbor. Can you do me a favor? My sister is trying to lose weight so I'm experimenting to get my mother's lasagne down in calories."

Day 2 Thursday: Finger Foods... "It's poker night for the boys. Didn't you say something about a long night to work on that deal? Would you like some... it's pretty easy to just pick at as you get your stuff done."

Day 3 Friday: Asian Salad Duo... "Hey, neighbor. How did the presentation go? What are you doing for dinner by the way? I got stood up by my sister... the diet's gave her enough confidence to approach a co-worker. Of course, I bought all the ingredients."

Day 4 Saturday: Brunch... "I didn't mean for that to happen last night... but I'm glad it did.

Monday: "What is that wonderful smell?

Probably too much build up for too little sex; the feedback from people who identified themselves as 'female' really like it, though I got some crap about such an 'unmanly' protagonist. Unfortunately, I finished it too late for the Valentine's Day competition... maybe next year.

Next Title: Getting Even With My College Roommate

 

[matriarch]

Ray Van Smoot is the Battling Social Worker of Runaway Row where he ministers to troubled teens who've taken to living on the streets from his offices above a Chinese Restaurant in Chicago's Uptown Neihborhood by holding all-night encounter groups and psychodramas where the troubled teens can act out their trauma and aggressions and self-destructive fantasies. Sociopaths, Bulimics, Dyslexics, cutters, victims of abuse, meta-genders, they all meet here and carry on into the wee hours of the morning exorcising their personal demons under Van Smoot's shrewd and watchful eye. But trouble comes in the form of one 18 year-old Lou Sue Tudor, a wealthy heiress Van Smoot doesn't know is hiding out from the Welsh mafia. Sparks soon fly between Lou Sue and van Smoot and the psychodramas get too hot for comfort. The two begin to run out of smokes and use the excuse to "trot over to the local Zip-Mart" where they make frantic love behind the dumpster. WHen Tudor's cover is blows, Van Smoot organizer the kids into an army of losers to take on the powerful Welsh crime bosses named Davis and Thomas.

Comments: The psychodrama scenes would be good, but why he just didn't lay her in his offices was a mystery. Besides, who does encounter groups any more?


My title: Flying Saucer Underpants

Welsh Mafia...........*snort*......

Sorry, back to the thread....*giggling quietly*