Take my calling card, please

[MensLegis]

I have often wondered how women might respond when a man they have (knowingly or unknowingly) expressed interest in might respond if he were to approach her, said simply, "Hello", handed her a calling card - that is, a business card, with only his name, e-mail and perhaps a cell number.

Would she call, throw it away, or call the authorities? I have a feeling one might get more positive responses then not.

Love to hear your thoughts and ideas.

Jas

 

[Hypoxia]

That's the boy-meets-girl setup to a plot. Where do you want the story to go? What does the guy look / sound / smell / act like? Visualize him as someone you know -- or maybe he's yourself. Is he new at the card-passing game or has he experienced success and failure before? Is he merely slickly horny or is this his way of recruiting sex slaves? Are all cards he passes out the same or does he morph identities to avoid being tracked? Does his latest target outsmart and manipulate him?

 

[Ldy_Sea]

Not really a story idea. More like a discussion of a what if scenario.

Calling cards had a very specific purpose and different folds had different meanings.

I think most woman if handed a card with an email and phone number by a strange guy would throw it out without looking at it.

At least I would. Try talking to us like people and you'll get a response. MY girlfriends and I will invite you to sit if you come up and say Hi ladies and introduce yourself. We've even been known to buy a guy with manners a drink or two.

If you're an ass, expect our inner witches to come out.

 

[Strangebuddy]

If the guy was unique or something really odd about him. Or if in the story he's a person with a "mysterious aura, then I could see something happening. Especially if it was a supernatural story or a dreamscape. Good adventure hook for an RPG.

Actually, what if the card was laced with something? Touching it makes someone physically aroused. The person naturally starts to pair the arousal with his face so they feel like they need to look him up.

 

[Carnevil9]

The mysterious stranger handed Jane a card. She glanced down at it: just a name, phone number, and an email address. The audacity! She looked up, ready to spit in his impudent face.

The stranger just smiled at her, licked his eyebrows, and said, "Call me." Then he was gone.

Jane stuck the card in her purse.

 

[Penuche]

There's such a thing as magic fed by curiosity. To some extent, those calling cards might qualify in the right (or wrong, depending on how you look at it) hands.

 

[sirhugs]

perhaps he does an act of chivalry- like doffing his cape over the mud puddle. He says nothing in reply to her "thanks" but hands her the card and dashes off...

 

[RacyRedLips]

The mysterious stranger handed Jane a card. She glanced down at it: just a name, phone number, and an email address. The audacity! She looked up, ready to spit in his impudent face.

The stranger just smiled at her, licked his eyebrows, and said, "Call me." Then he was gone.

Jane stuck the card in her purse.

In real life, I'd be amused.

Fantasy-wise, and I do have a few where a calling card is secretly slipped into the mix, this is almost exactly what I'd do.



Absolutely snickered reading your spot-on post.

 

[Hypoxia]

If the card is technical or magickal then it's essentially a mind-control story. The card: dosed with hypnotic chemicals; ensorceled; embedded with invisible optical hypnotic patterns or printed electronics; whatever. The recipient feels compelled to obey and call. Resistance is futile.

The eyebrow-licking trick is cute. For fun, his long tongue is forked from the base, each half being independently controllable. So, he licks his eyebrows, simultaneously...

 

[emap]

Bad hypoxia, that is disturbing, go on get back in that cage.

The problem with calling cards is they are only actually used in certain situations, or countries anymore. So victims of crime and anybody nearby get a card from the police with numbers to call on it.

Japan is a little odd on this one. Guys hand out calling cards to everyone. First day of work they hand their card out to the other guys in the cubicles. Anyone they meet at work or at the bar that night gets a card. The thing is, said business cards are mostly given to other men, because they are for work and nothing else.

Not that women who are not working next to the guy don't get a card. Cards are handed out liberally, and I'm sure the companies making the most money are the ones making those darn things. So you have someone in Tokyo and they are trying to figure out which card is the one of the guy they want above them. Alternately they got a card that has an escort service on it but it's just a name and number like all the rest. Course, in Japan the cards are written in Japanese so figuring out which is which is hard if you don't know it.

Now, go back in time and cards were really common, and while it is thought these were a joke. Some of the cards have been found and it was sort of raunchy. As I recall the card said, if you would like to go home with this guy and along the way get pulled into a darkened alcove for heights of pleasure put this card in your pocket and smile.

For a while they were needed, not like Japan where it's just hand to everyone. Men carried calling cards to give to the maid when the person he wants to visit is not home. The attempted to visit person is then supposed to pay on the man. Unless it is a single woman, at which point he would have told the maid when he would come back and she is supposed to be there when he does.

This went away with telephones, though not right away. Fairly sure the war happened and it turned into asking for sex on a table in the speakeasy. Besides that part telephones got better so you could call across the city or country.

 

[Hypoxia]

Flip the paradigm. A sexy woman hands cards to susceptible men. Do they call? Duh.

She lures guys in and then feeds them to her pet panther. After a hearty fuck, of course. Damn, what she has to go through to keep kitty fed! To avoid embarrassing questions, the cards self-destruct after a day or so.

This works well till she unknowingly entices a pro cat-wrangler, who befriends the panther. Visualize the ending to this one.

NOTE: This is my LIT post #8600. Only 288 more to go.