Opportunity Knocks

[Sid Onmyface]

OOC: Tom Henry. 43 years old. 5'10" 200 pounds. Thick black hair all over. Black eyes.


IC: When I closed the Rothman account, my boss gave me a bottle of expensive scotch as a bonus. I was saving it for a speial occasion.

This morning my wife left me after twenty-two years of marriage.
Occasions didn't get more special than that.
I started pouring.

I was about a third of the way through the bottle when the doorbell rang. I was still mobile, but I had a pretty good buzz on.

For some stupid reason, I thought it was my wife coming back to beg my forgiveness.

Man, was I drunk. Before she stormed off, she made it clear that that was never going to happen.

I opened the door and was greeted by the improbable sight of an incredibly beautiful young lady.

"Hi, Mister Henry," she said. "Is Stacy home?"

I suddenly recognized her. She went to school with my 19 year old daughter.

What was her name again?

"No, she isn't," I said. "But she should be here in a few minutes. Why don't you come in and wait for her?"

My daughter was actually hours away, helping her mother get settled in her new home.

But I was drunk.
And I was single.
And I was starting to get ideas...

 

[AllGirl]

OOC: Paige Dayne. 18 years old. 5'2. 100 pounds. 34-24-34. Short brown hair. Brown eyes.


IC:

I was flunking Psych, and I needed help. Fortunately my friend Stacy was a wiz at the subject. She offered to help me whenever I needed it.

Boy, did I need it!


I drove over to her house and rang on the door. Her father answered the door. Stacy wasn't home, but he said I could wait for her. I followed him inside.

We sat down on the couch together. He offered me a drink. I declined. I suddenly realized how drunk he was. The way he was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable. He was staring at my legs. I was wearing a very short skirt, and I self-consciously tried to pull it down to cover myself better. He reached out and placed his hand on my knee. Then he started to caress me.

"Don't" I said.
He ignored me.
"Please..." I said. I tried to get up, but he grabbed me and pulled me toward him.

I was scared to death. Yet I was also strangely aroused. I stopped struggling...