ZEPPELIN DREAMS...The Role Play!

[ariosto]

The crowds have been huge all day and now as the hour approaches for lift off a hush has fallen over these thousands of people. Spot lights have been playing all along the 'Pink Monster's' thousand foot length, the band tunes up for yet another rousing number and the small red biplane of Professor von Weiss, the Count's good friend circles the field continuously trailing the bright yellow banner which reads,
"DIS GROSSER WURST IST POWERED BY WIAGRA!", for some reason.
The crowd is growing restless, we can see the famous Airship Commander, Kapitan Black pacing the bridge back and forth, back and forth. What can be the delay!



OOC...This fantasy of the air is set somehere in the twenties or thirties or thereabouts. It is meant to be fun and meant to be lusty.
Passengers are free to come and go at every port along our route. Just sign or sign off at Zeppelin dreams...Lust in the Air, our OOC thread. More background information can be found there as well. Feel free to interact among yourselves.
We will announce our ports of call and the Real Time it takes to get there. Special events and tours will be organized along the way.

Itinerary....

Lift off from the Zeppelin Werkes near Berlin at 6:30pm est (USA)

Arrive in Paris after an 18 hour flight...(3 days Real time...approx.)

One day in Paris, then on to London and New York.
The full itinerary can be found on the OOC thread.


Special events tonight...
A welcome aboard supper in the dining room, followed by a
"Getting to Know You" dance in the Lounge.

Welcome Aboard!

 

[ariosto]

Z69...Pictures and deck plan

PLEASE LOOK!

 

[hunting_tiger]

Boris Volkoff

In a cab in Berlin.

I said SCHNELL !!! .. i have to be at the Zeppelin Werke before 6.30 today not tomorrow.
Boris was late and it looked as if this stupid cab-driver didnt know his way, or could it be that he didnt understand english.

Boris tried again
"Entshuldigung, ich spreche nur ein bisschen deutsch, Zeppelin Werke, Schnell Bitte"
and he finally got a reaction from the cabdriver.

 

[ariosto]

Count Zepp arrives...





The 10 meter Dussenburg, honks it's way through the mob doing very little injury and pulls to a screeching halt by the gangway of the Z69.

A massive, bullish figure hops out of the drivers seat and the crowd stands back. It's Turk Rakker professional wrestler and bartender, the Count's personal bodyguard.
He opens the rear door and out steps a pair of legs, a pair of legs attatched to a body and face so awesomely gorgeous that grown men have been known to weep at first glance.
It's Mona Wanna, The Count's inseperable Private Secretary.
She stands aside to allow the man himself to emerge...
And there he is!

Dressed for the occasion in one of his fantastic uniforms hued to match the light pink to deep fuscia of the great airship itself.
He is an imposing figure in a bizzare and colorful way, no one knows his real age. His hair is silvery white but crowns the face of a man of forty! He's HUGE!...over six feet and as solidly built as a Krupp battleship. Only a hint of the paunch that one should expect of such a libertine and gourmond can be sensed.
He Looks up at his pride and joy. A tear courses down his cheek.
At last his dream has come true!

Miss Wanna wipes the evidence of his joy from his cheek and draws a small pistol from her purse with which she effectively parts the crowd and leads the emotional Count to the gangway.
Turk follows bearing five steamer trunks under his massive arms.

At the foot of the steps, overcome with emotion Zepp turns and says...

"Most gracious admirers of my extraordinary endeavor. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming here from your hearths and homes braving the ferocious winds and rain..."
what?...
Mona taps him on the shoulder, whispers in his ear...

"Uhhh, yes of course...perhaps the wind and rain was in your hearts then. But again let me reiterate....."

Miss Wanna nodded to Turk and the two of them braketed the voluable Count and hustled him up the companionway without further ado.

The Kapitan was standing on the bridge looking magnificent in the low cut form fitting uniform he'd designed for her.
"I hate this goddam thing Zepp. I'm always spilling something down my cleavage!"

"But my dear you look STUNNING in it! Doesn't she Mona?"

"Unh huh.
Zepp you have to get ready for your speech at the dinner tonight. You only have one hour and 56 minutes and you havn't written it yet."

She'd put on her little round glasses which always made the Count wan't to play 'grab ass'.
"No time for that Zepp."
She said sidestepping a wanton lunge.

"Kaptain, I believe you may lift off now."
She took the randy Count by the arm and steered hin towards the staircase leading up to his suite.
"You have a meeting scheduled with Miss Wong, five minutes ago and we need to find something big enough for Turk to wear when he goes down to tend bar."
Zepp gave her a cozy squeeze...
"A parachute perhaps? Do we have a pink one?"

The Z69 Rises from the ground, the mooring lines strain and are released...AIRBORNE!


OOC...Ok guys and gals have fun...I've been launching this thread for three hours and I need a break!...back tonight. Ari

 

[BigDawg69]

William pushed his way through the growing crowd of people, wishing he had studies German in school. In truth he had taken two semesters of German, but could only recall the long luscious legs of his freauline professor’s assistant. At 6’6” William stood a shoulder above most of the crowd and his athletic build made it easy for him to move forward. The grand airship wavered gently with the wind before him. He was more than a little nervous about the trip. He was a doctor, technically. He was also very excited about the possibilities. The Count was a legend in William’s playboy circles and William knew his cronies would be green with envy of this opportunity.

William made his way to the rope line and started to duck under, when an equally large German guard stepped over to him hollering. Halt! William stood up and looked slightly down at the guard who glared up at the tall American and quickly drew his weapon. Halt!

Yes you said that already, my good man! William flashed a broad smile that could charm the paint off a car. Now why don’t you put that dreadful thing away. He smugly stuck his long index finger into the muzzle of the guard’s handgun. S’pose you pull the trigger now? The bullet will simply fly out the back and hit you. William smiled again.

The guard’s face went blank for a moment as he pondered the situation. His eyes almost crossed before he strengthened his resolve and stiffened his arm. Halt!

Ahh yes are we back to that again? With his free hand, William withdrew his papers from his jacket pocket and presented them to the guard. Now see here, old boy, this ought to tell you that I have every right to board that beautiful ship.

The guard lowered his gun and looked over the papers. Not reading a word of German, William only hoped he had pulled out his contract with the Count. The guard looked up from the papers and squinted at the taller younger man. His eyes darted up and down and he then whipped his head in the direction of the zeppelin.

Thank you, old boy. William nodded and moved to the ship.

William climbed the gangway into the ship, his mouth agape in awe. Growing up with a silver spoon, William had seen riches and wonders but this was truly an amazing marvel of opulence. His cunning eyes caught the image of beauty pacing on the bridge, causing him to smile as he climbed aboard.

William made his way to his stateroom and tossed his leather satchel on the bunk. His stateroom was plane, but still nice. There was not an abundance of room, but William knew this would be plenty. He quickly dispatched with his unpacking and slipped on his new white knee length lab coat to venture out to the rest of the ship.

Moving down the hall, William stepped into the infirmary and began to take stock of his supplies. A large cabinet held various bottles of pills and liquids. The drawers held some bandages, but an unusually large amount of condoms. He found vials of various lubricants, and oils some labeled with flavors. The center of the room held a large doctor’s bed. It was a new fangled automatic bed that was configurable into many positions. It even had lamb’s wool lined leather straps.

William stumbled a bit as the room pitched slightly to one direction. He caught his balance and moved over to the round window behind the bed. Looking out he could see the large crowd cheering and moving slowly away. A big smile crossed his face, the ship had gone airborne and his journey had begun.

 

[Jaenelle]

Diana stumbled into her cabin as the ship turned to one direction, her truck sliding into her cabin after her. It wasnt a large cabin but plenty of room for her, she hurried to the window and looked out. Diana forgot she didnt like heights, feeling a bit dizzy she stepped away from the window and reminded herself not to do that again.

Diana unpacked her truck, then went to go rummage threw her purse for a hair tie to put her long thick black hair up and move it out of her face. Then attending her unruley bangs to feather back, she "sighed" to herself as the bangs wouldnt do what she wanted them to do.

She looked over her grey low cut blouse and her short skirt that was to be worn by the stewardess that evening. She changed into her attire, checking herself in the mirror. Diana looked her best, she pranced out of her cabin and went to her station checking everything twice making sure she was stocked well and would not run out of anything.

This was a adventure Diana wasnt going to forget, she was ready with a smile on her face and eyes gleaming with excitement.

 

[nightray]

Ray

I look up at the large air ship as the car stops in front of the Zeppelin. I step out as the driver unloads my luggage on a cart and some workers weal it up to my room. I walk up in to the ship showing my tickets where necessary. I stop at my room looking it over pieced with the decor. I then walk up to the observation deck to watch as we take off.

I stand on the observation deck looking down on the people gathered to see the Zeppelin of on its journey around the weald. I smile happy to have had the chance to get a spot on this wonderful ship. I wave down at the pepil as the air ship begins to lift off of the ground. I tern walking back to my sweet to get ruddy for the supper and the dance. I pass some of the other passengers as I walk back to my rooms. I nod my heed in greeting but I keep moving.

Once back in my rooms I quickly unpack my close putting it away as I had some time before the evening’s activates are to begin.

 

[Blarneystoned]

Mad men and the cows they ride !

Guten Tag Wilheim order William,
Ich bin Pr. Gunter von Weiss. Ja, perhaps du bist richtig. Englisch is besser. I remember you from Medical school ...Professor Bluebloods Anatomie und Physiologie Klasse...say what ever happened to that wild blond women you were dating...you know the one with the breasts that used to count to two when she walked??? Beautiful creature and she would be perfekt fur this play I am writing...haha..but enough about that please come in...
I am preparing some steaks for the crew...it seems the ovens dont have the gas tanks filled yet..So I took the liberties of borrowing a blow torch from Hans the Mechaniker. It takes a vile but I almost have the steaks down to a science. First I dip them in olive oil and light them with diese bunsen burner...then I use the blow torch to burn out the blood spots and put grill marks on them...I think steaks taste besser mit Grill marks don't you ?

Please sit , der is plenty of Bier...Wie are waiting for die Frauleins to arrive. "HANS, MEHR ACETYLENE SCHNELL !!" I stille need to toast the dinner rolls...achhhh ..und I denke I left Ruth Westheimer stuck in my footlocker...shh I smugled her on..she is a bit annoying when she talks...but she reminds me of a vacuum and she may come in handy in the boiler room..haha

 

[Sienna]

Louisa von Kestler..

Louisa jumped from the limousine and urged the tall chauffer to follow her with her luggage. "Hurry it's leaving!" she shouted holding onto the wide brimmed fuscia hat that complimented her soft blonde hair. The chauffer pulled out a suitcase and a brief case from the back of the car and carried them behind her as she ran across the airfield, the crowds parting for them to pass.

Cameras flashed and reporters attempted to ask her questions. "Not now you imbersile, I'll miss the damn thing!" she snapped at one of the journalists running along with her.

One of the stewards relieved the chauffer of the luggage and escorted Louisa aboard.

Once aboard Louisa was taken to stateroom 2 which was to be her abode for the journey. The steward dropped her luggage by the double bed and waited in anticipation of a large tip. But the massive nude painting above the bed caught her attention. It was a full length version of Adonis. "Oh my!"

"Frauline?" the steward tried to attract her attention.

"Not now, I'm......." she turned to look at him "Yes? Is there anything you want?"

"It's ok. Your baggage is there next to the bed." he bowed and left the room dejected, closing the door quietly behind him.

Louisa removed her hat and sat on the bed staring wide-eyed at the painting that took not only her attention, but wildest of her imaginations.

 

[chanaud]

Madame X - SR5

Madame X arrives in a long black leather trench coat, tied at the waist revealing a 19-inch waist and her 32Ds. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a loose bun and her large dark sunglasses shades most of her face except for her heart shaped red blood lips.

Bright lights flash around her while she walks up the red carpet in her all too serious manner. Whispers of “Who is she? Is she someone famous?” floated through the air. Not one facial muscle wavered as she boarded up the steps. A German guard dressed in an imposing black suit stopped her.

“Halt! Vordin pazz pleez.”

With a single graceful movement, her hand reached under her trenchcoat and revealed the necessary passport.

“Ze is Madame X?”

She bobbed her head in a curt nod.

“Velcome to Zeppelin. Ze Captun iz Count Graf…”

She walked past him almost knocking his imposing body aside.

“Vitch”

She overheard that comment. She reached in a pocket and pulled out a tiny silver device.

“What did you say?” She asked the guard.

“Vutton. Ze said velcome.”

“That is what I thought you said.” She extended her hand for a handshake. When he greeted her with a curled lip, his knees buckled. From a distance the crowd was able to tell his body tuned into jello. She remained holding his hand.

“Apologize.”

“Ze is zorry.” He quickly said in a high-pitched squeal.

She tossed her bag atop her semi circle black and white fur lined bed. There was a gold-framed mirror on the ceiling. She smiled for the first time revealing her pearly whites. This is how normal people live. When she saw the invitation on her bed, she loosened her coat revealing a skintight black leather cat suit. She didn’t have to look in the mirror. Her makeup was perfect. On her way out, she stopped for one thing. A foot long cigarette holder.

 

[StarXChyld]

Scotchy Natchez

Scotchy woke from her nap to Precious’ insistent yipping and scratching at the stateroom door. Peeling the sleep-shade from her eyes and tossing it on the nightstand next to the bed, she rises.

“Okay, okay, Precious. Be patient. Mummy must throw on a wrapper.” She cooed to the dog pacing by the door. Deciding on the pink velvet robe with matching ostrich feathers, she slipped it over her luscious body while stepping into her matching mules. Precious immediately charged the mules, snarling and nipping at the little feathers above Scotchy’s exposed toes.

"Ouch! Now Precious, stop! Mummy doesn’t like that! Stop, Precious! "Leaning down, she clipped the rhinestone leash on the Yorkshire terrier furrowing under her robe.

She opened the door to her suite and stepped unto the observation deck, dragging the dog who was still firmly attached to her slipper. The sight that greeted her took her breath away and she let out a low whistle.

"Oh, Precious, you must see this!" She bent, lifting the dog into her arms and walked over to the rail to glance down at Berlin as the Zeppelin pierced the skyline. The crowd of well-wishers were no bigger than ants now. Precious was busily chewing and tearing on the ostrich feathers of her wrapper.

This was a long way from her days in New York as one of Ziegfield’s Folly Girls. Thank god Ziegfield had an in with the Count and had pulled a few strings on her behalf, landing her on the casting couch and eventually the Z69. This was the big time and when. . . or if, she returned to Broadway, she’d be a world class entertainer.

She set Precious on the deck to do his duty and then dragged him back to her room to prepare for the opening night’s festivities.

 

[ariosto]

"Is he grilling steaks mein liebchen?"

"Yes and don't call me that."
Miss Wanna was helping to squeeze Count Zepp into a metallic flake azure tuxedo that matched his eyes almost perfectly.

"I believe unless you constrain your 'freind' we will loose the services of the chef that cost us the good graces of the Chancelor to aquire."

The count admired himself in the full length mirror and admired his secretaries legs as well. They could never be admired enough, those legs. She crossed them again and consulted her notebook.

"OK steaks tonight then, I'll inform the kitchen staff to run and hide when von Weiss fires up his 'grill.'"
She peered at him over her glasses,
"He does know this is a hydrogen airship doesn't he?"

"Oh of course he does!"
Zepp was none to sure.

He grabbed his scarlet cumerbund and wrapped it around his waist.
"Where's Turk."

"He's in the bar already Zepp. The man is a wonder you should give him a raise."

He looked at her and grinned.
"You do that enough for both of us Miss Wanna."

She stood up looking like the Empress of India.
"It's almost time to go mingle Count. You have your speech?"

He looked at the scribbles on the back of his hand.
"You bet my dear, every word."
A final tug at his Cowboy string tie, a smile, a sparkle from his pearly whites...
"Let's go and 'chow down' as they say in America."

"Your forgetting something."
Mona waxed and rolled the tips of his moustache.

Zepp looked puzzled, he never forgot anything.

"Miss Wong want's to see you. There's been a problem with the band."

"What's wrong with the band?!", The Count was genuinely concerned.

She stepped behind him and straightened his tails.
"You will recall that
'Herr Vigler und der Valkyries' left in a huff after you fornicated with Frau Vigler on Herr Viglers piano."
He did recall that yes...
"Apparently the agency booked a group called "Ramon Salazar
and the Teutonic Chiquitas" and it would appear that Miss Sanchez will not perform with them. Mae is in a dither.
You better call her before we go down."

Count Zeppelin looked at the wall that contained 66 small voice tubes leading to every space on the airship and pulled out the one labeled 'Wong'

 

[Jaenelle]

Rushing to get the dining room ready for dinner Diana made sure everything was in place.

She went down her list, The wine is chilled and all tables are set with red and white wine. The bar is stocked and all places for the guesses are set.

Diana also made sure that extra glasses were chilled, then dimmed the lights in the dining room to a faint glow.

Silently walking out to the deck awaiting the night to begin, and enjoy a breath of fresh air.

 

[Guest]

The band was just warming up as she sauntered into the lounge. The clicking of her gold siletto heels announced her approach as she glided by on her way to the bar. After lifting their jaws off the floor, the band members continued on with their sound check as her perfume lingered in the air.

She had chosen a black, sequined, strapless gown with a v-cut that stretched down her bare back just stopping above the cleft of her nicely rounded derriere. The front slit ran the length up her shapely thigh, exposing a pair of long dancer's legs. Her long tousled blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and she had requested an orchid, that she tucked behind one ear. The diamonds at her throat and ears had been a present from an admirer back in New York and they shone brightly in the lounge's candle-lit atmosphere.

After introducing herself to Turk and ordering a club soda, she strode back towards the band, her hips swaying almost in unison with the airship's motion.

"Good evening, gentleman", she purred, "Let's get this show started, shall we?"

She took a sip of her soda and set it on the piano. Snapping her fingers to establish the tempo, she burst into song. . .

"Hail! Hail! The gang's all here!. . ."

 

[StarXChyld]

The above post. . .

. . .was mine. Sorry about that, folks!

 

[Sienna]

Louisa von Kestler..

Louisa opened her suitcase and searched through what clothes she had brought on the voyage with her. Her methods were simple, she would buy new garments from each of the stops the airship was destined for.

She picked out a red lurex dress that was backless and very revealing at the front too. That, she thought, would do for dinner, and proceeded to search for the bathroom.

A round circular, but small bathtub met her glance. She turned the taps and both hot and cold running water began to fill the curiousity. A sign on the wall told her that water was limited and requests had to made in advance for atleast a full tub. "Damn!"

She began to curse and then took a deep breath. This was afterall a luxury type airship, but there were limitations to abide by. An all over body wash would have to suffice for now. Then it slipped into her mind that there was a pool on-board.

Louisa opened the door to her room. She looked right towards the lounge and then left down the wide corridor towards the pool area right at the very end. It was quiet and the coast was clear and she moved quickly towards the pool area. Louisa did not wish to attract anyones attention.

 

[nightray]

Ray

As I step out of my sweet to heed to lunch I hear a splash coming from the pool. I raze an eyebrow and walk down the hall fallowing the sound of the splash to the pool. I step out on to the deck looking around at the pool. My eyes face on a girl in the pool. I look her over and walk closer saying hello softly. Then I notes that she is naked I stop a blush suddenly appearing on my face as star at her. I swallow and tern my back respectfully but not abele to get the site of her out of my mined. I say over my shoulder sorry I herd some splashing so I thought I’d see what woes going on.

 

[ariosto]

As the twilight deepens into night the Z69 under the expert guidence of Captain Black, follows a circuitous route that takes them over Hamburg and then along the North Sea Coast.
The moon is a crescent in the SouthWest and the air is clear and cool. The outside temperature is 20degrees celsius and the Z69 is making 45k into a brisk headwind.
The small towns twinkle along the coast, 1600 meters below.
Dinner will be served in 10 minutes.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Turk had been watching the singers nicely rounded derriere the whole time he was setting the bar up. He loved the Count but he was glad to get away. Zepp's persona could be overwhelming.

He offered Miss Sanchez a drink and looked on as she downed it in a swallow.
Her breasts were well rounded too.

"Thanks Turk...better get tuned up huh?"

The big man looked at his watch.
"They're just setting down to supper Miss Natchez, you got pleanty of time."

The lady was nervous. She wanted it just right for opening night.
He watched her walk over to Ramon Salazar and immediately start arguing.
He shrugged. temperamental 'artistes'.
The colored lights above the bar cast myriad reflections on his bald head.

The intercom crackled...
He looked up....

Achtung!...Supper will be served in the dining room in 15 minutes!...Count von Zeppelin will be making some important announcements. I've been told the choice steaks are...(pause)...
have grill marks. That is all.

Poor Danae, he thought you just could not take the veteran Zeppelin Captain with 77 wartime bombing raids over England and turn her into the 'LoveBlimps' convivial skipper overnight.

 

[Kineser]

MAY WONG

She'd been living on board for the last 48 hours. Of course, as Activities Director who took her job seriously, she didn't want anything to go amiss. But how could she have known that Himself, the Count would fuck up the deal with the prestigious Valkyries, or rather, he'd fucked with the pianist's wife on his piano! So the Agency tried to book her another group, and at the last minute managed to get them Ramon Salazar and the Teutonic Chiquitas. She smiled as she remembered how she'd pleaded and cajoled the Agency's owner, while he oggled her up with his eyes. She'd given him glimpses of her boobs and thighs; and loose hints that she didn't intend to fulfill, except if she had to.

Now she was putting the final touches to her makeup, in her tiny Officer's Cabin. She was dressed in her form fitting fiery red 'cheong-sam' with the golden dragon slithering around her torso, its head breathing fire across her breasts. The sides were slit up to her hips, revealing porcelain smooth long shapely legs, making anybody wonder whether she was wearing anything underneath. But if one looked closely enough, one wouldn't be able to see a panty line, even though her dress fit her as if moulded to her body. And through the flames that the dragon spewed out, one could discern twin promontoriums, which were her very prominent nipples.

In her mind she ticked off the entertainment she had lined up for the opening night: The Band, Scotchy Natchez, and the 2 couples for the floor show. They were something new, a daring 'Live Show', they call themselves, and she found them in Amsterdam. Tonight, they would perform every sexual act that 2 men and 2 women could do to and with each other. She was sure that this show would please the Count. It was her surprise for him.

Suddenly she heard his voice through the voice tube: "Fraulein Wong, ich bin on board now. Wass ist the matter with the band and the singer? Why cannot Sie sort this out by yourself?"

"I'm sorry Herr Zepp, but it's all sorted out now. No problems, but if you would like to go over the program for tonight? I can go over it with you quickly and if something doesn't meet your approval, I can make adjustments. Do you want me to come up or would you like to come down?"

She shivered every time she talked with him. Ever since they'd met the first time in that Shanghai nightclub, where she was an MC, she felt warm and cold at the same time whenever he was near. That was also one of the reasons she'd jumped at his offer to work for him, to be near him, and hopefully he would notice her in a certain way. Of course the generous salary he offered was just as irresistable.

 

[hunting_tiger]

Boris Volkoff

Germans !!!!! .. first a stupid cab driver who almost missed the Z69, then soldiers with there rifles ... jesus this is worse than back home in Moscow.

But the stewardess who helped him to his stateroom had been nice, well not only nice, she was damn sexy when she walked infront of him.
Boris had noticed her lovely smile as she left him infront of his door.

He looked around in his room, saw the huge inviting bed, and put down his bag besides it.

Better have a shower before dinner. he undressed quickly, started to walk towards the bathroom when he saw a box on a table ... Waigra, free sample.
He tried to read the text on the box, but most of it was in german.
Boris was thinking for himself .. Wiagra where have a heard that name before ... ooh, this must be the new famous hangover pill .. take it before you drink vodka and you will be safe.

Boris swollowed 3 pills and went for a quick shower. As he was drying himself he heard the speaker say dinner in 10 minutes.

He hurried back to the bed and started to dress. His body started to feel a little strange, he felt almost as excited as when Tatiana had been stripping for him last week and that without reason.

Boris found his dark suit and put it on. He made a quick check in the mirror to adjust his tie, smiling to himself as he looked in the mirror, 6'2' tall and still well built since his boxing days, his face unhurt from that period in his life, his short blond hair and blue eyes.

Boris walked out of his room, closed the door and started to walk towards the dining room. He looked at his watch .. still 5 minutes before dinner. Why not have a look at the moon on the deck.
He walked towards the deck and stepped out of it.

 

[Blarneystoned]

Midgets in trunks and Bats in the Hydrogen Belfreys

Gunter sat there putting the last grill markes on the last top sirloin...the chef was hiding in the walk in refridgerator pretending to peel potatoes....when a note arrived from the Count.
Gunter read it quickly then laughed..."Ack Hydrogen Smydragen...haha...so these Dusseldorfs have learned to burn aluminum and put it in a balloon....haha..I used to play with that before I was in Gymnasium...haha...Vie used to put it in tennis ball cans and blow craters in the Fussball Field..haha..just before a big game...und our side alvays von !

Und der Ve are...Perfekt...und look at de grill marks..haha. Now fur die Brote....COOOOOOOOKKK fetch mir der Dinner Rolls...schnell ...schnell order I may use dis torch on you...haha...Vait till de Kaiser hears that you run from a little fire...are you a cook or are you a mouse !!

Ahh excellent...it seem they have decided to fill the propane tanks and the stove is working now...Cook I leave you to your kitchen...but the food better be good..and there had besser be GRILL MARKS ...Verstanden SIE DUNKOPF !!!

The mad man with the pointed Kaiser Helmet, dark sunglasses, and black leather flying jacket proceeded down the hall to State Room 4 mumbling to himself about not being able to find good help dies days.

(Rumor was in the Kaisers Palace that he shot down 10 Allied fighters in a single dogfight..but flew to close to several that exploded...after that he wasn't quite right in the head so they sent him to study medicine and nitrogen extraction procedures from bat shit. Secretly I think the Kaiser didnt know vat to do with him...Hero or madman..you decide !)

Ackk Scheist...Ich vergesse Ruth!!! He ran to his room, unlocked the foot locker and out popped a young Ruth Westheimer....haha...(I know that is hard to fathom). She began to yell at him..."Gunter Du Scheistkopf... You left me in this trunck for three hours with only water and my sex toys....It wouldnt have been bad if you left some bread und peanut butter too..but dammit men just don t think."

Es tut mir leid, Ruth ..aber you wanted to see the Zepplin but you couldnt get tickets...How else was I supposed to get you in !


Wiess , I think that British bi plane took a piece of your brain with him !! I have been smelling your blow torch steaks for at least two hours now !!

Sorry Ruth, but I brought you dinner and a bottle of schapps from the kitchen...haha..Dat Cook fears me now...I think we will get everything we need on this flight....haha...all I have to do now is light my Zigarette lighter and the crew scrabbles around like field mice !! The bartender seems like a sane man though..und he has a fine selektion of Bier...I had a few already. I think I can charge these Hollywood types for flying lessons zuu ....haha. Yes, barring another war...I think I will become a rocket scientist !!

I will leave you now with a word of advice from Dr. Ruth "An orgasm is a reflex, just like a sneeze!"

Don't you just love that advice you get from those crazy Europeans !!

 

[ariosto]

Zepp's speech.....

All during the fist course of the meal, a fine paté of liverwurst and tomato aspic, thrown hastily to gether by the sous chef, Ulrich (the Butcher) Schmidt, when Vaddermann refused to leave the refrigerator, the Count was trying to determine if Miss Wong was wearing underwear or not. She sat to his right and Mona Wanna to his left and he knew that Mona wasn't wearing any.
Just before entering the dining room, they'd decided that The band would be given the option of cooperating with Miss Natchez or jumping. The Count had also asked for a quick demonstration of what the Live Sex performers...'Das Orgazmoz', would be doing.
Miss Wong had barely had time to offer Zepp, her taughtly thrusting nipples before Miss Wanna shooed them all downstairs.
So he'd tried to content himself with about 30 inches of smooth oriental thigh under the table and lotsa winks.

'And now a few words from the man that made this voyage possible...I give you....(pause).... Graf von Zeppelin. PAY ATTENTION!"

Kapitan Black, looking deadly sexy in her painted on pink and black uniform nearly pulled out her luger to calm the undisciplined diners, but was checked by Mona Wanna with a stiletto heel on her toes...The two exchanged seriously chilly looks at each other as the Z69s skipper sat down.

Oh how magnificent he looked in that azure tux and cowboy tie.
His long silver hair beautifully coiffed and his moustachio's curled to threatening points.

My fellow Aeronauts!...Tonight we embark on a cruise destined to go down in the history of aviation and of copulation!
The diners grin slyly and titter.
Everything will be done to heighten your erotic sensibilities and send your libidos into overdrive!...and we'll also see the Eiffle Tower, Hollywood and the pyramids and stuff...

Zepp, pulls up his other sleeve.
But on a more serious note...this will be more than fun and games...You will be engaged in a scientific endeavor of enormous importance!...(pause)...nothing less than the effects of extreme altitude upon sexual performance!
Crowd...ooohs and awws.
In each stateroom and in fact all over the ship, movie camera's and microphones have been set up to record every nuance of your sexual activities. Miss Wanna and I will carefully screen and edit these for release to the scientific community and the Dutch porno industry!..........(WILD APPLAUSE!)
Thank you and bon appetite!


As if on cue Gunter vonWeiss enters the room with a platter piled high with steaks, not only succulant with grill marks but burning like oil rags in 50 gallon drum!

"Lookenzee hier!, Ich bin mein Masterwerke!
Das Steaks Flambeau und SauerKraut!...und Wiagra!"

As everyone rushed panic stricken to the nearest fire extinguishers, Zepp discovered the answer to Miss Wong's problematic underwear.

 

[Jaenelle]

Diana had only five minutes left to get back in the dining room and start serving the guests, she saw as she turned around on her heal a tall blonde man step out onto the deck. Her jaw hanging open like a lost puppy and drooling over the tall passenger she leaned up against the wall and watched him walk by and into the dining room.

Diana being at 5.9 in her bare feet was taller than that with her 3 inch heals on this night. Her long black hair catching on the breeze as she stood there watching the passenger walk into the dining room. Her skirt only coming to mid thigh and not wearing any panties and her grey blouse showing most of her 36dd as it fit her tightly. She finally realized her mouth was open and closed it as the tall passenger walked by and into the dining room.

Diana followed the tall passenger and listened intently to the counts speech. Then going about her duties and serving the wine and filling the salad bowls. When she came to the tall passenger she made sure he got his eye full as Diana leaned over him to fill his salad bowl her breasts almost came out of her blouse his eyes widened and Diana "winked" and turned on her heal to go to the next table, swaying her hips a top her long tanned legs her long black hair catching in the breeze as she turned to move on and her black eyes flashing with interest.

Diana made sure the tall blonde passenger had all the drinks he wanted and kept his wine glasses filled. Along with all the other passengers.

 

[Dianae of Cruachan]

'Mien got in hemile, Zepp Knows zat I Hate vearing Pink!' Kapitan Dianae Black fumed silently while hoisting her second stien of Doppelbock. She spotted the Count scowling in horror at her prefered, low-brow, heathen drink. Flashing him a crooked smile, the 6 foot tall captain of the Z69 stood and raided her stien high.

"And now a few words from the man that made this voyage possible...I give you....(pause).... Graf von Zeppelin. PAY ATTENTION!" Well aware that this carefully orchestrated flight of Count Von Graff's 'Lust Blimp' was a study of the effects of extreme altitude on perception and performace of human procreative skills, the captain quickly realized Not everyone was listening. She frowned at the lack of consideration of a hand-full of guests and two of the entertainers who'd opted to start their course of study during 'cocktail hour'. 'Hmph, no Respect for der Count und his vunderous endevor!'

Kapitan Black, looking deadly sexy in her painted on pink and black uniform reached for the luger she always wore, strapped low to her hip like a gunslinger from the Amerikan Wild West, when she felt a stiletto heel threatening to do some damage to her newest pair of black leather, thigh-high boots. Coldly eyeing the Oriental beauty that was Mona Wanna, Dianae conscieded this round to the Count's aide. She snorted and sat back down to her stien of warm doppelbocke.

Again, Kapitan Black found herself wondering if her dearest Zepp didn't secretly suffer from a touch of color-blindness. And yet....his colorful uniform did Not detract from his delicious, male body. Indeed, the scarlet cumberbun was a master stroke, catching and drawing every eye in the dinning room to the massive bulge that twitched impatiently, trapped like a third leg in his trousers.

The Count expounded enthusiastically on the Z69 historical flight, finishing his grand oratory right as Baron vonWiess strode in, proudly desplaying his huge platter of raging steak 'flambe'.

Kapitan Black watched in amazement at the spontaineous mass evacuation of guests, crew and entertainers, in search of safety or a means of drowning the fire-bug Baron. As VonWiess glanced around in puzzelment, Dianae nearly fell out of her chair, roaring with laughter.

"Mein Geschmackvoller Baron!" Dianae hollered, waving him over to her now-vacant table. "Bring der meat--und der vonderful flaming steaks here! Can you not see your Kapitan is Hungry?!"