Taking her home

[MBS1969]

OOC - Dave Lear, 32, Short but well built, jet black hair, brown eyes.

IC -

3.30am, the clock on my dashboard shone out at me, reminding me what a stupid hour this was to finish work. The club had been packed tonight and I was tired and grumpy. My hand ached from the punches I had thrown whilst breaking up the brawl which always seemed to happen in the club where I worked. I really needed to get a new job, this life wasn't doing me any good.

I looked in the mirror to where she was sleeping, or rather where she had passed out to be truthful. Normally I'd have just chucked her out of the door at closing time and left her there, but tonight I was under orders. The boss knew her, had fucked her at one time or other and felt a prick of conscience in his tiny mind, and asked me to drive her home.

Looking at her through the mirror she looked in a shocking state, had probably been drinking cocktails for hours before throwing up on the dance floor. Her make up was all over her face and she had been crying as all women seem to do when hopelessly drunk. She probably would be quite good looking if she hadn't let herself get so out of control.

"Just take her home, push her through her door and you'll be away" I said to myself quietly, hoping she didn't live up multiple flights of stairs. I pulled up outside the address on her business card and hopped out of the car. Opening the back door I shook her on the shoulder.

"Come on darlin', time to go home, sleep it off, you'll be alright tomorrow."

She wouldn't of course, she would have the most horrendous hangover and her knee would be throbbing from the tumble she had taken when running for the loo to be sick. She stirred slightly and I pulled her, not too gently, from my car thanking heaven she hadn't had a repeat vomitting performance in my car.

So there I stood 3.45am, with a girl draped on my arm and her handbag in my free hand searching for her keys and trying to make out where her front door was.

OC - Looking for a co-writer here with ideas to carry this along, I don't care where it goes and am open to (almost) anything. Maybe she can blackmail me into staying with her, maybe there's a nasty surprise for one of us in her home or whatever you want. No need to PM, just feel free to make you first post with character description first.

PS - The one thing I do ask is that you are serious about writing and want to make this thread last, if you think you might get bored with a proper story then leave this for someone else, Ta

 

[Vixandra]

Roomate

Azura Foxflight: 1/2 native american 1/2 white. 28, 5'4", dark black hair, blue eyes, rather small build.

I heard the lock turn in the door- she must be home, finely. Imagine my surprise to see my roommate (will leave name open for person who plays her to fill in) being carried in over a stranger's shoulder. This was a first even for her, as far as I knew.
"Hi, I'm Azura," I said, trying to be polite. "Thanks for bringing her home. Silly thing just doesn't know when to stop. Would you mind carrying her this way? She's a bit to big for me."
Taking his acceptance as obvious, I lead the way to her bathroom. In the large appartment I had my suit and she had hers. Her bathroom had a small pallat made up already- I knew if she didn't come home before midnight it was best to let her sleep in the bathroom- saved on the carpet cleaning expenses.
I helped him lay her down, covered her with a blanket and followed him out to the living room.
"Thanks, can I get you something? You look tired."

 

[MBS1969]

Dave

Finally I managed to prop her up against her door as I turned the key in the lock. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, willing her not to be sick down my back, and pushed the door open wide. I had expected her home to be deserted but noticed instantly that the lights were on and the room was not empty.

The woman introduced herself as Azura and it was nice to have a little coherant conversation after the journey here. Azura was dressed in her nightwear but did not seem embarrassed at my presence. Not that she had anything to be embarrassed about, she was petite but from what I could see had a great body.

Following her to the bathroom I laid her down more gently than I had raised her and Azura covered her with a blanket. I had intended to flee as soon as I could from this unwelcome chore but as Azura offered me a drink I decided to stay for a coffee, I had to admit I needed the wake up.

Five minutes later we were sat in her lounge chatting away.

"Does she get like that often, my boss asked me to drive her home tonight but normally she'd have just be left roaming the streets. It's not safe for a girl to be roaming the city at night, even sober but certainly not in that state!"

Azura shook her head and said that she'd warned her before to be careful but that she never heeded her warnings.

"You mean she does this regular?" I asked. relaxing slightly for the first time tonight.

 

[Vixandra]

Azura

"Yes, sadly enough," I answered. "She seems to think the best way to find love or a lover is through alchohol. Not exactly the wisest philosophy. But she pays her share of the bills, is hardly home to mess things up and when she is home she's sleeping or primping."
Oh, but this man that brought the bimbo home is hot, I thought to myself. I love guys that are near my size- don't have to kill eachother trying to kiss, amoung other things. Cheeks blushing at my thoughts, I asked him. "You work at a club? Or are you something more to her?"

 

[Cherrie]

Vicky 27 yrs,Blonde hair blue eyes. strong British accent. Drunk and depressed.

The room was spinning wildly, my tongue swollen in the back of my throat, felt like it belonged to someone else. My temples pounding, threatening to rip themselfs out of my head, wish they would. At least that would be an end to it all. I try to stand but can't, my legs don't work anymore, they definately belong to some body else.
God had I come to this? Why are all men such bastards? Think they can have their way for a few forgotten promises.
I shake my head trying to remember. Through the groginess I can hear voices coming from the next room. Where the hell am I? Who's bed have I ended up in tonight?
Then the realisation hit me...it was my bed, but how the hell did I get here?
Too many questions, it dosn't matter anyhow. All I need now is sleep, I can't be bothered. Besides I'll probably be dead this time tomorrow! God I hope so...I truly wish.


oc not a lot I can really do as yet if I'm as drunk as you both say.

 

[Vixandra]

Azura

I could hear Vicky stirring in her bathroom. "I'm going to go check on her real quick, I'll be right back- hold onto that answer."
I walked into the bathroom where I'd earlier set up a pallet for Vicky. Poor kid, I thought, smoothing her hair away from her face. I filled a glass next to the sink with water and set a bottle of tylonol next to her for when she woke up- she was going to need it.
Walking back out into the living room, he was still there... I wonder what he made of this whole thing...

 

[Cherrie]

Vicky

Half awake and half asleep, I was lost somewhere in the Twilight zone. I thought I heard someone enter the room. My head was spinning like a fairground merri-go- round, making me want to vomit, but wretch as I may, my stomach was empty.

Cracking open my eyes, I made out the dim figure of Azura. She patted me on the head and placed something down on the floor besides me. She was a good friend. Too good for the likes of me.

I watched as she quitely retreated, leaving me once again to fight off the demons that still haunted me. I sobbed quitely to myself. It sounded as if Azura had company in the other room. I could make out feint murmerings. I fell asleep wondering who it could be. I wasn't particularly bothered at the moment. I just hope that she's got herself a boyfriend at last. She was a decent person. She could do with someone special in her life. I fell deeply asleep and dreamt of things lost.

 

[MBS1969]

Dave

Azura came back from her friends room again and sat next to me with a exasperated look on her face. I looked her over and realised she was very good looking, small but slim with deep blue eyes.

"Yeah, I work in a club in town, my boss knows your friend, I think, but it's the first time I've set eyes on her tonight. It must be a bit of a pain to have to put her to bed all the time. She's a good looking girl, ought to find a nice bloke to look after her. What about you? You got a man to look after you or are you living the party life too?"

She looked to the floor and blushed slightly, I wasn't sure if I'd been too forward or whether she was just embarrassed talking about herself. The hour was late and I thought maybe I should make my excuses and head home and let her go to bed herself. My coffee was hot though and it would mean either scalding my throat or leaving the drink if I left now, so I sipped on my drink, watching her, my mind awash with questions.

 

[Vixandra]

Azura

It had been so long since I was in a situation to be flirted with, I mused. I looked up at him- yup he was serious.
"No man looking after me," I told him, wishing the blush in my cheeks would calm down. I watched him sip his coffee, barely aware of sipping my own. It was still rather hot. "How bout you? I'm sure you've got a waiting line a mile long."

 

[prometheus 2]

Rick Thornton

I followed them from the bar, my mind repeating the same scenario over and over again. Girl gets drunk, guy takes her home, guy seduces drunk girl. By my terms this was date rape and I wasn't going to let it happen.

As his car sped away I folowed at a distance far enough away so he wouldnt suspect, he'd probably not pay much attention anyway thinking only about how he was going to get in her pants.

Damn I lost him but I knew where he was going we were only a few blocks from where she lived. I knew because the drunk girl in his car used to be my girlfrined. No time to think about that now, how it came to be that my exgirl friend was dead drunk and being taken home by a stranger. The only thing I could think of was what would happen when they got there. Later I could sort out the whos and wheres and whys that caused this present situation to occur.

He was parked and getting out when I pulled over a block away and shut off my engine. I watchd as he hauled her out of the car and threw her over his shoulder, as he walked up to the front door and as they disappeared inside. There was a light on. I heard voices, she couldn't be talking she must
have a roommate. Yes, her friends had told me she had a roomate I breathed a sigh of relief she wasnt alone with that rapist... Or maybe he wasn't a raist maybe just a good samaritan at any rate I felt better about this whole mess. Vicky was home safe and her roomate was there to take care of her. I waited for the guy to come out. He didn't. I waited what was going on in there? Maybe I'd better check the situation out. What could be going on? I stepped out of my car and walked slowly towards the door.

Tthrough the front window I could see the guy and Vickys roomate having coffe Where was Vicky? Was she safe in bed or passed out on the floor? Why wern't they taking care of her. I needed to be in there, go in there and take care of her Maybe she'll listen to me, maybe we can get back together. I knocked and vickys roommate answered the door. "Im rick I told her I used to be Vickys boyfriend. I saw her coming home and thought maybe she was in trouble."

"Shes drunk again Rick, like every night practically, somebody needs to knock some sense into her head, I cant't get through to her ...maybe you can help I'm getting kind'a tired of being her nursemaid, I mean shes a great kid when shes sober but I can't do anything with her... shes in the bath room."

I walked in the bathroom it smelled like death warmed over in there and vicky was laying on the floor just coming to.

"Vicky! its me, Rick, let me help you. Get undressed and get in the shower, I turned the shower on and helped her undress. naked, she stumbled into the shower. I had a vision of how it used to be for us when we were a couple, when we were lovers. I never tired of seeing her naked, of holding her warm body against mine, of making love with her. But tonight, all I could think about was gettin her into bed to sleep it off. She grinned a lopsided grin.

"Rick." she said slurring her words. Thanks for being here for me. Oh, god, have I got a headache!" she stumbled and I caught her remembering how she felt in my arms.

"Shh, shh, just get in the shower hon. get cleaned up and I'll help you get into bed"

"Into bed Rick? we haven't been in bed together for such a long time...." She grinned at me again as she finsihed washing.

"Shh, shhh, just relax I'm here Vicky, trust me I'll help." I toweled her off and took her in my arms into the bed room. Pulling the covers back I slid her into bed, covered her up and flopped down in a chair beside the bed..

 

[Vixandra]

Azura

You know the nights where its one odd thing after another? This was shaping up to be one of those.
Talking to the cutie, Dave, who brought Vicky home was fun. Then this guy named Rick knocks on my door and just waltzes right on in. Oh well, he seems to be taking care of her. A quick peek- he's helping her shower and get to bed. Aw, how sweet, love does conquer all for some.
Returning to the living room I yawned hugely. It had been a long long day. I'd done a full shift at the studio where I worked as a DJ. I held the noon to eight time slot- a rarity in my feild but then I was good. A voice like chocolate I was told.
"I'm sorry- long day at work. Thankfully I'm off tommorow- today actually." I sighed shaking my head to help clear it a bit. "You've yet to answer my question, good sir."

 

[Cherrie]

Vickey.

I pulled up the covers, wrapping them tightly around me. Not to ward of the cold, but more in the way of a security blanket. I felt safe...safe and warm. Safer than I had felt for weeks. Cuddled deep beneath my blankets, I had locked out the world, even if only for a short time.
As I lay there trying to remember exactly how I got home. I could hear Rick stirring in the chair at the foot of the bed. Bless him...he still cared. I felt a pang of guilt, deep in my bones, as I remembered how I had treated him. God! I was such a fool. A person only finds real love once in this life...I had found it...and then just as quickly thrown it away in the gutter, like so much garbage.
And yet...here he was, still trying to look after me. Oh I wish I could turn back the hands of time, make what has happened dissapear from memory. But I can't, you have to be a saint in this life for miracles like that to happen, and I was no saint. Oh Rick! I'm so sorry for what I've put you through. If only you knew. If only I could find the way to tell you...
I sank deeper beneath the blankets, ashamed of what I had become. Perhaps tomorrow...yes tomorrow. I decided to come clean and hell be dammed! Tomorrow I would tell Rick the truth. Tell him what a complete and utter Bitch I've been. Beg him for forgiveness! Maybe it's not too late...but how can I tell him...I murdered his baby?

 

[prometheus 2]

Rick

I dozed off but then woke with a start from that damnd dream.The dream of running though a tunnel screaming out Vickeys name, knowing that she was in trouble but not able to catch her. About the time I got close I woke up sweating profusely. It was the same every time and I knew why, for in fact I was following Vickey.

When she first walked out of my life I mopped around then I vowed I wouldget her back, then I found out she was sleeping around. Hell I knew that was going to happen she had told me as much that she needed to find out more about herself before she settled down. Settled down! shit! We alred ywere living together we enjoyed sex together we did everything together I knew of course what she really meant.

When we met she was a virgin, so was I. It was fantastic that we shared this same experience together for the first time and it was great after a little practice and practice we did a lot of in those days. Then we talked one night after having a few drinks. What if... what would it be like to make love with somone else. Would it be different. I thought that by talking it out we would get over it the nagging doubts. Yes I had my questions too. Was all pussy the same? Did all woman havethe same shape and size? Did the same kind offoreplay stimulate them? Was there a difference in the way they moved?. So we talked, would a bigger cock be more satifying/ how long should a man last. Could she ccum harder or have multiple climaxes?

"Rick, honey." she had said. "I love you but ....I just need to know. Like a fool I said." Go then, have your fling" but she did and didn't come back after the first one or the second. In fact she fell in love with another man. Oh it was alright for me at first I played around too got laid a lot had some very satisfying sex. but I always compared my experiences with Vickeys and came up short. She was the best and I had let her go. Then I satrted following her and having these dreams. She started drinking and broke up with the guy she had fallen in love with. My chance to get back with her. I thought but she had found a new love. Booze, she got shitfaced drunk almost every night something was wrong that wasn't like her something was bothering her, but what I had to find out to help her so here I was sitting in a chair next to her bed wanting to climb in and make love with her, like old times, but afraid she would reject me again.

She lay there so tempting I was sitting there covered with sweat. I needed a shower bad I stepped out of the bedroom into the hall looking for her roomamte to tell her I was going to shower I din't hear any converation maybe the guy who brought her home was gone. Too bad I wanted to thank him for bringing her home for not making a fuss about me being here. I looked through the partially open door to the kitchen. The girl was sitting drinking coffee I didn't see the man. I didn't know if I sould distrub her. The noise of the shower would let her know what I was doing. I tried to be quiet as I walked away into the bathroom and stripped to shower. Damn it felt good maybe now I can sleep I told myself as the hot water streamed down around me.