mytasteislikecandy
Tasty
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- May 16, 2002
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The Premise
I looked myself over once again, nervousness causing my hands to shake as I smoothed my black dress over my hips. My black hair was twisted up in an elegant french twist, and my makeup was exact--my eyes dark and smoky, lips natural and glossy. The little dress I had on was strapless, and my C cup breasts were pushed up and out by the gorgeous lace bra I had on. The dress hugged my small waist and then draped down over my full hips, clinging to my ass before stopping just above my knees. I had on ankle strap heels, my burgundy-painted toenails just peeking out of the front of the sexy stilettos.
I couldn't believe I was going to go through with this. I'd found the little business card quite by accident at my office, after a rather important client had left a few days before. The card was bright red and had the words "Pandora's Box" embossed on it in white letters. On the back of the card was only an address and a phone number. Someone, my client perhaps, had scrawled the word "Temptation" underneath the typing. I'd tucked the card into my purse and forgotten about it, until tonight that was. As I was pulling my wallet out, the card had slipped from my bag and onto the table. Picking it up, I'd turned it over and over in my hands, contemplating. Finally, I'd grabbed my phone and dialed. A woman's husky voice had answered, and I'd nervously asked her about the card I held in my hand. She'd told me it was a private club, and that in order to learn more, I would have to come down. I'd only need the password. Then she hung up.
Staring at the shiny red rectangle, I'd decided what the hell. I could use some excitement. And if I didn't like the place, well, I could just leave. I was 26, single, and lived alone in New York City. It wasn't that I wasn't a pretty girl. Hell, being Puerto Rican definitely had it's advantages. I was just too picky. Men were bastards, and I'd given up on them a long time ago. Now it was me, my thriving design business, and my trusty vibrator. Who needed a man, right? But sometimes, late at night, I felt something was missing. And, now, holding the card in my palm, I thought maybe, just maybe, whatever was missing was at this club....Pandora's Box.
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This is a reopened thread from months ago...I didn't like the way in which it was going, so I thought I'd do this by application only
Now....if you'd like to play, please post your character and ideas here. I enjoy writing with people who CAN write and don't do 2 sentence posts. Sorry if I'm picky, but it's hard to add to a 2 sentence response.
I need other patrons, bartenders, whatever....not to mention the mysterious client who left the card "accidentally" in my office.
I looked myself over once again, nervousness causing my hands to shake as I smoothed my black dress over my hips. My black hair was twisted up in an elegant french twist, and my makeup was exact--my eyes dark and smoky, lips natural and glossy. The little dress I had on was strapless, and my C cup breasts were pushed up and out by the gorgeous lace bra I had on. The dress hugged my small waist and then draped down over my full hips, clinging to my ass before stopping just above my knees. I had on ankle strap heels, my burgundy-painted toenails just peeking out of the front of the sexy stilettos.
I couldn't believe I was going to go through with this. I'd found the little business card quite by accident at my office, after a rather important client had left a few days before. The card was bright red and had the words "Pandora's Box" embossed on it in white letters. On the back of the card was only an address and a phone number. Someone, my client perhaps, had scrawled the word "Temptation" underneath the typing. I'd tucked the card into my purse and forgotten about it, until tonight that was. As I was pulling my wallet out, the card had slipped from my bag and onto the table. Picking it up, I'd turned it over and over in my hands, contemplating. Finally, I'd grabbed my phone and dialed. A woman's husky voice had answered, and I'd nervously asked her about the card I held in my hand. She'd told me it was a private club, and that in order to learn more, I would have to come down. I'd only need the password. Then she hung up.
Staring at the shiny red rectangle, I'd decided what the hell. I could use some excitement. And if I didn't like the place, well, I could just leave. I was 26, single, and lived alone in New York City. It wasn't that I wasn't a pretty girl. Hell, being Puerto Rican definitely had it's advantages. I was just too picky. Men were bastards, and I'd given up on them a long time ago. Now it was me, my thriving design business, and my trusty vibrator. Who needed a man, right? But sometimes, late at night, I felt something was missing. And, now, holding the card in my palm, I thought maybe, just maybe, whatever was missing was at this club....Pandora's Box.
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This is a reopened thread from months ago...I didn't like the way in which it was going, so I thought I'd do this by application only
Now....if you'd like to play, please post your character and ideas here. I enjoy writing with people who CAN write and don't do 2 sentence posts. Sorry if I'm picky, but it's hard to add to a 2 sentence response. I need other patrons, bartenders, whatever....not to mention the mysterious client who left the card "accidentally" in my office.
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