The Challenge Club

[Guest]

It would definitely be a treat for me. I would have to think of something I could do in return for BT.


CM

PS. DG, I take it your tongue has recovered from its activities last night??

 

[Black Tulip]

Sounds like a Dutch Treat to me. <---reserved for CM

Sorry, I know Dutch courage, double Dutch and a Dutch uncle, but not a Dutch Treat.

Would that be what we call presenting you with a cigar out of your own cupboard?

 

[Wills]

Dingus

Thanks for the comments, look forward to reading yours.

Decided to submit and do a follow up, posted in humour - I can see a night of farce and disaster on the horizon.

Hope the tongues better, looks awful sore to me

Will's

 

[Guest]

Wills,

Looking forward to reading your sequels. Should be very interesting!

CM

 

[SummerMorning]

Hi folks! Been busy - or attempted to be busy.

Thanks for the comments - I agree, it was a bit confusing. I also agree I should try to make it longer...

...and yes, the coffin was morbid.

I'll try and get something together for this challenge, hope it'll be up to par

Hear you tomorrow!

(I hope I get my own personal inet broadband connection soon...sniff)

 

[Black Tulip]

I thought there was time till Jan. 17th?

I just turned around to earn some bread, and you guys started posting your stories right away.

It's not fair, oh no.

Still waiting for an explanation on the Dutch Treat. Honest, I cannot find it in a dictionary.

Translating something would be fun. That in itself would be enough reward. Second it would mean more exercise in English for me.

I'll try to come up with something this weekend.

 

[Guest]

BT, you do have until the 17th. I just got an idea and had to run with it, for fear of losing it. I think I started the ball rolling and the other two just kind of followed, lol.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Dutch treat

Ok BT here is the link for dutch lingo, look half way down the page, it is in bold type.

Basic Language Notes

I have not finished my story yet, so do not fret, my little pet.

 

[Black Tulip]

Dingus,

Thanks for the link. That was very educational.

Especially the phonetics on how to pronounce some words. Loved that.

Seems I am behaving in line with my ancestry.

so do not fret, my little pet.

That is really funny. Little pet?

I am 5.9 and usually wear high heels.

 

[Dingus Guy]

No way...

You will always be a 10 to me.

If you are tall that is another matter
I'll just get myself a 1 foot ladder
And serve you grapes with a golden platter
It is okay that I am as mad as a hatter?

 

[Black Tulip]

Pleasantly deranged. I like that.

 

[Black Tulip]

Oh, my god.

Where is that Will's guy? If I get my hands on him I'll strangle him!
I have already thrown away about 5 attempts to write something funny.

I told you guys, this is not going to work. I think I'm going to cheat by reading what you all wrote first. Maybe that will give me inspiration.

Funny, huh, live is not meant to be funny. Now, dirty, that would be something else, but funny?

 

[Guest]

BT, I didn't think I would be able to do it either, but I think I managed to write something halfway decent. I kind of took the mistaken identity idea and ran with it.

 

[Black Tulip]

I sure hope the next one is a bit less difficult. Gods, my neck is in a twist and my fingers are all blistered.

1841 words and you all better be lalulaughing.


Know what you're betting for

Something funny, hmmm. She had no clue how she was going to do that. She knew she could be funny at times, well maybe not hilariously funny but at least witty. God, how had she gotten herself into this? Agnes was sitting at her computer almost frustrated enough to bang her head on the keyboard. No matter how long she sat there, nothing. Her head just stayed empty. She looked at her watch and blinked her eyes. Oh my god, it was already past four in the afternoon. She had little more than 12 hours left to deliver a story. This was definitely one instance her big mouth got her in serious trouble. Why had she said she could do a funny piece for Victor's weekly? She never did funny pieces, never. And to make it a bet! Now that was really stupid.

Instead of concentrating on writing a piece, Agnes wasted precious time trying to figure out what Victor would ask if she failed. The bet had been less than clear, compliments to that bottle of Medoc, or was it two? She licked her lips in remembrance. That had been one hell of a wine. Although she had to admit to herself that this morning her mouth had tasted like a stuffed mouse. Shaking her head Agnes tried to keep her mind focussed on the task at hand.

After a while the sound of someone tapping furiously at a keyboard was the only noise in the almost dark apartment. The sole light came from the study, but finally the sounds subsided and the light went out.

The Grandfather Clock in the hall sounded the hours but nothing stirred in the house. It was long past the deadline before Agnes resurfaced. Her short brown hair stood on end and her eyes were definitely red rimmed. It had been no use her typing the night away. Every piece of text had been shit. The floor in the study was littered with balls of paper; not one of them fit to send out to Victor.

Stepping into the shower Agnes tried to wake up enough to figure out what to do next. By now Victor would know she had lost the bet. Her story should have been on his desk at nine o'clock this morning. And it was now almost noon. Drying herself with a cheerful red towel she walked back to her bedroom, dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a pink T-shirt with a plunging neckline. Returning to the bathroom she threw the towel into the hamper and glanced in the mirror. With both hands she raked her hair. She liked the tousled look and grinned at herself in the mirror.

Next on her list was coffee, lots of coffee. And a good plan. Jeez, she really should have paid more attention to that stupid bet. But for the live of her, she could not remember what she had to do, well not exactly. Something for Victor's smutty weekly, but what? Sipping her third mug of nice strong coffee Agnes stood in front of the bow window overlooking the boulevard in front of the apartment block she lived in. When the phone started ringing she was not really surprised, that would be Victor. Calling to collect, no doubt.

"Agnes? Can you be at my office in say, 1 hour? Time for you to pay up."

Not even a hint as to what he had in store for her. Oh well, Agnes shrugged and put on her jacket, grabbed her keys and left. How bad could it be? After all, she had known Victor for years. She hesitated briefly but decided to walk to his office. It was a nice crisp day with a hint of autumn in the air although the trees were not yet changing their colors.

Agnes waved at the receptionist and pointed to the back. She knew the way and the receptionist knew her. She gestured to Agnes who nodded and walked down the long corridor. Without knocking she stepped into the huge room to the back of the villa Victor used for his small publishing house. The room had probably served as a kind of conservatory once. The entire back wall consisted of glass and part of the roof as well. Victor had tried to stay in tune by using wood and natural leather furniture and placing lots of plants, creating something that resembled a cheap jungle decor.

"Hi, you're nice on time. Kenneth, call me Kenny." A lanky youth with a camera around his neck grabbed her hand and Agnes was propelled into the room before she knew it.

"Uh, hello. I'm Agnes. I was supposed to meet Victor."

"I know. He's running a little late." Kenny grinned and gave her a wink. "Something with a bet he said?"

Agnes frowned as she looked Kenny over. So this Kenny was part of Victor's pay back scheme, was he? "Ok. Let's get this over with then."

Kenny seemed to have his grin pasted to his face. "You make it sound like the dentist." Rubbing his hands he gestured to the left of the big room. "Victor said he wanted to have some photo's with his office as background." Kenny tilted his head and studied the woman in front of him. At least ten years his senior but he didn't mind. He could make anybody look sexy. And this broad would give him no problem. Long legs, slim body, a bit athletic with small tits.

Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "Yes, I got it. Take the jacket off, sit on the couch. No, not like that, on the back, as if you're on horseback. That's right. Now, toss the jacket over your shoulder. Good." He took back a few steps and stood for a moment looking at Agnes. "Something's missing. I know." To her surprise he hooked his fingers in the neckline of her T-shirt and shoved one side off her shoulder. "No bra. Good." Before Agnes could react he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

He stepped back again and looked once more. "Very nice. Now, look sexy."

Agnes was not sure what went on. Ok, so Victor was getting even by taking sexy pictures instead of the funny story she had promised him. She did not really mind. But that adolescent pinching her chocolates was going a bit far, wasn't it?

Despite her indignation she felt herself getting turned on by the absurd situation. So when Kenny said the jeans had to come off, she hesitated only seconds. Shrugging out of the tight black pants she wondered where Victor was. What kept him? Not paying attention to Kenny was a mistake. The moment she draped herself on the back of the couch again, he had his hands all over her, for proper positioning he said. Yea right, like she was buying that crap.

"Cut it out." Agnes batted his hands away when he started pulling the neckline of her T-shirt even further down.

Kenny looked a bit surprised. "What's the problem? You don't expect to keep that on, do you?" And before Agnes could react he had ripped the neckline and yanked it down to reveal one perky breast, the pink and brown nipple sticking out. He took it between his fingers and started rolling it. "See, I knew you liked it."

With her hands balled into fists Agnes tried to stay cool. But damn, that was hard. She giggled as she realized what else was hard. "Did Victor tell you to do this?" She could hardly believe it. Not that she objected, not really. And the longer Kenny fondled her, the less she objected. To be honest, she even felt a little indignant when Kenny stepped back to take some more pictures.

So when next he suggested she take off the damn shirt, Agnes did without protest. By now she was sitting on the armrest, her legs spread on either side, on hand on her hip, her other arm stretched out along the back of the couch, her breasts jutting out. And when Kenny stepped up to her she could not resist a feel of his pants.

"What the hell is going on here?" Victor's voice startled them and Kenny backed away, displaying a definite bulge in his jeans. "Agnes? You thinking of a new career or something?"

Victor slowly took in the scene in front of him. Agnes, his friend of many years, sitting on his couch, in his office, only clad in a pair of small black bikini briefs. And by the look of it, enjoying herself immensely. Agnes, who had always blocked his moves towards sex. Agnes, who always wore proper clothing, displaying her tits. Not that he was complaining. He had been dreaming of her often enough. And man, did she look hot like this.

"Victor? What do you mean, new career?" Agnes felt confused. "What are you up to? I'd say I paid up by now. Don't you?" God, she felt horny. Without really noticing her hand slid from her hip slowly down between her legs.

Maybe Agnes wasn't paying attention to what her hands were doing, both men definitely were. Kenny did not understand what the problem was here, but that was not going to stop him. He quickly took some more shots of Agnes stroking her panties and rubbed the bulge in his own pants before reaching out to Agnes.

Victor was quicker though and shouldered him out of the way. "She doesn't need your hatpin boy. I'll take care of her." Grinning he planted both hands firmly on her hips and kissed Agnes soundly on the lips. "Ahhh, very nice. Why did we never do this before?" His fingers peeled the briefs off before Agnes could so much as blink.

"Victor! What the hell are you doing? I don't..., I uh ..., Victor ...? Ohhh..., Victor. "

"Really! Couldn't you have waited? I'm not that late!" The big-busted blonde in the doorway looked definitely put out.

Victor threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Oh my. You must be Anya." He nearly bent double with laughter. "Kenny, meet your model for the day." The look on Kenny's face created a new round of chuckling.
"That's right. There's your partner." He laughed again. "But thanks for your good deed. Now, be a sport and go rob the contraceptive machine in the hall or something."

Agnes felt like her head was unscrewed. "Wait a minute. Are you saying..." Victor just grinned and started licking and sucking her chocolates again. At the same time sending his fingers exploring her fudge. "Victor... What did you ... wanted me ... Ohhh. Victor...?"

"Shut up Agnes. This is a great way to pay your bet ... Ahhh...., my pet. Much better than packing and stapling next weeks issue."

"What!!! You louse, you.... Hmmm.... You... Ohhh.... Don't stop, please..."

Kenny grabbed the luscious Anya by the hand and left the office at high speed. He knew when he was not wanted.

 

[Guest]

Good story BT. Nice beginning with Agnes trying to write a humorous story, lol.

CM

 

[Dingus Guy]

Chocolates...

Now that was funny. Not to mention fudge. What were you thinking with those?

A nice piece, I mean story BT. I still have to finish mine.

 

[Black Tulip]

Re: Chocolates...

Now that was funny. Not to mention fudge. What were you thinking with those?

Glad you could at least grin. Blame Will's with his hiding the sausage. That set me on the path of food, only for me it had to be sweets of course.

I finally read the other two stories as well. I do hope Will's writes the rest of the evening. Loads of material there.

CM, I really liked Betty worrying about losing the condom. And the faking. That is always good for a laugh.

 

[Guest]

C'mon DG, where's your story?? Just because you've got five more days doesn't mean you should string us along! Do I need to give you a tongue lashing?!

 

[Dingus Guy]

Tongue Lashing

C'mon DG, where's your story?? Just because you've got five more days doesn't mean you should string us along! Do I need to give you a tongue lashing?!

I will gladly select the tongue
I have not had time to wrap the story up, so it will have to wait until I am good and ready. So there!

 

[Guest]

Re: Tongue Lashing

I will gladly select the tongue

Hehehehe, you would!

Which part would you like lashed?

 

[Dingus Guy]

well...

I do believe it is not up to the Lashee, but up to the Lashor!

 

[Guest]

ummmm....

But If I lash you in the right spot, you might just decide to return the favor........

 

[Dingus Guy]

right spot

If it is the right spot then, you might be the lucky one afterall.

 

[Guest]

hmmmm....

trying to decide if the right spot would be the obvious one or somewhere else...

 

[Dingus Guy]

Lashings

You lash and I will stick you with my red hot poker!