Zed is still trying to figure out how the hell he ended up in a charity gig for the goddamn bar. Must have been some fit of insanity. Or maybe some bastard spiked his drink. Anything's possible
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He doesn't have to wait long for a reply. Goldy swings the door open quite promptly.
"Oh, hello," she greets, "I wasn't sure if you'd show up or not."
Judging by her happy smile though, she's glad that he did.
Apparently, she had a pretty swanky date in mind when she bid on Zed, as indicated by the glamorous dress she's squeezed herself into. And when we say 'squeezed' we actually mean 'shattered the laws of physics'. Maybe Zed, with all his knowledge of multiversal science, knows how her ample bosom is staying within the confines of the flimsy material, and not spilling out for all the world to see. Because this narrator certainly doesn't.
"Come in," she says, standing aside. "I'm not quite ready yet."
Even by the standards of the Men in Black, Zed is hard to impress, but at the sight of Goldy--for just a moment--his eyes bulge to match that bosom. Fortunately, they too manage not to pop out of their restraints.
"Nice place," he finally manages to say--after she's already headed back to finish off whatever last touches she's planning. He spends the time eyeballing the sumptuous armchairs, and finally picks one to settle in.
Well, that was a mistake. Now he's not sure he's leaving it.
"Thanks," Goldy chirps back from her bedroom, where she's applying the final primps and hairspray to her gloriously coiffured locks. They usually look nice, but tonight they look absolutely stunning. A man could be blinded by their luster alone, to say nothing of the intricacy of the styling.
"I just upgraded. I'm rather fond of it myself."
She saunters back into the living area and over to the liquor cabinet.
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"Oh, hello," she greets, "I wasn't sure if you'd show up or not."
Judging by her happy smile though, she's glad that he did.
Apparently, she had a pretty swanky date in mind when she bid on Zed, as indicated by the glamorous dress she's squeezed herself into. And when we say 'squeezed' we actually mean 'shattered the laws of physics'. Maybe Zed, with all his knowledge of multiversal science, knows how her ample bosom is staying within the confines of the flimsy material, and not spilling out for all the world to see. Because this narrator certainly doesn't.
"Come in," she says, standing aside. "I'm not quite ready yet."
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"Nice place," he finally manages to say--after she's already headed back to finish off whatever last touches she's planning. He spends the time eyeballing the sumptuous armchairs, and finally picks one to settle in.
Well, that was a mistake. Now he's not sure he's leaving it.
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"I just upgraded. I'm rather fond of it myself."
She saunters back into the living area and over to the liquor cabinet.
"Bourbon, I presume?"
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Fuck! This thing's worse than an Engulfer from Vixtix III.
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