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Formatting was a bitch! - LJ does not like mixing centralized text with LJ cuts..grrr..here's hoping!
Title : Marketing
Wordcount : 663
World : Lustful Liaisons
Plot : How to gain a client, and keep him.
‘About time you showed up!’
‘What?’
Terrance did a double take as a short angry guy stomped over to confront him. He didn’t have an appointment to be late for.
‘I’ve been waiting and waiting for you’
‘For me?’
The guy was hot; compact frame, flawless white skin, the bluest of blue eyes and short black spiked hair. He was however seriously confused.
‘Look I’ve just come to complain’
‘Complain?’
You’d thinking someone had kicked the guys puppy, his bottom lip quivered in a way that was totally adorable. A tall imposing man passed by them pausing to rest a hand on his shoulder;
‘Sort it Pascal, you know the rules’
Pascal bit his lip sending Terrance a worried look before changing it to beguiling, complete with cheeky grin.
‘Come take a seat, we’ll talk about this’
Terrance was led through the small neat office area to where the shop morphed into Arabian nights, all soft floor cushions and potted ferns. Thick curtains draped over a number of doorways and gossamer fine hangings petitioned the space forming private concaves.
Pascal dropped down on a scarlet cushion, his poise boyish despite his smart uniform suit. It was a pretty picture and Terrance appreciated the view for a moment before dropping to the opposite purple bolster.
‘You want to complain?’
Terrance set a small silver tray between them with a frosted jug and two stemmed glasses . A citrus wedge decorated the brim.
‘I’ve been getting fliers’
‘Yes?’
Pascal poured them both a drink with exaggerated care. Not looking up once.
‘And a phone call and texts’
‘Phone call?’
‘Yes, apparently I’m due a meeting’
‘I could arrange that for you?’
‘I don’t want a meeting’
‘Are you sure?’
Terrance shook his head firmly and absently picked up his glass. Orange and Cinnamon burst on his tongue, it was delicious.
‘Lustful Liaisons has a wonderful but discreet reputation. MyMan gave us a top review; said our hospitality was second to none!’
‘I’m sure’ Terrance watched as Pascal licked the moisture from the outside of his glass, tongue pale between cherry red lips.
‘We’re very good at providing fantasies; says so on our card’
‘I know’
He slid a card free from his jeans pocket. Plain white with a bold black print across the centre:
Lustful Liaisons - Your Fantasies Met
69 Festive Street
Your Town
No border or fussy designs it was classy, understated. Terrance had a collection, he fanned out several dropping them to the tiled floor in front of him.
‘You don’t approve?’
‘They’re everywhere’
‘We’re a growing business’
‘The cards. Are everywhere!’
Pascal picked one up turning the card over and over in his hand, letting it play between his nimble fingers. He offered it up to Terrance:
‘What’s your fantasy?’
‘Not to keep finding these cards! They’re in my mail; every letter. I found them in my bread box; between slices of bread. In a sealed tub of ice-cream..’
‘oo what flavour?’
‘Cherry Garcia’
‘My favourite’
‘Yes well, I‘d bought Rocky Road’
‘My lecturer found a card in with my homework, they’re falling out of my laundry, even resting on my pillows’
‘It’s hard getting your attention’
‘Attention? I want it to stop’
I know the perfect solution’
‘What?’
‘A new fantasy’
‘What’s does a fantasy have to do with business cards?’
‘It’s our business’
Terrance thumbed the card in his hand, rubbing over the dark print feeling the quality in the smooth card. He flicked the edges and watched Pascal’s lashes flutter. Ink dark over paper white skin.
‘How about ice-cream?’
‘What about it?’
‘Me eating Cherry Garcia off your chest. Sounds a pretty good fantasy to me’
‘Your fantasy’
‘Definitely, want to meet it?’
Terrance felt over the print again; fantasies met, it sounded good and where exactly was the harm?
‘I like Vanilla’
‘Vanilla’s nice, with lots of sauce’
The print burned under his massaging thumb, letters reaching to his touch. Changing
Lustful Liaisons - My Fantasies Met?
Formatting was a bitch! - LJ does not like mixing centralized text with LJ cuts..grrr..here's hoping!
Title : Marketing
Wordcount : 663
World : Lustful Liaisons
Plot : How to gain a client, and keep him.
‘About time you showed up!’
‘What?’
Terrance did a double take as a short angry guy stomped over to confront him. He didn’t have an appointment to be late for.
‘I’ve been waiting and waiting for you’
‘For me?’
The guy was hot; compact frame, flawless white skin, the bluest of blue eyes and short black spiked hair. He was however seriously confused.
‘Look I’ve just come to complain’
‘Complain?’
You’d thinking someone had kicked the guys puppy, his bottom lip quivered in a way that was totally adorable. A tall imposing man passed by them pausing to rest a hand on his shoulder;
‘Sort it Pascal, you know the rules’
Pascal bit his lip sending Terrance a worried look before changing it to beguiling, complete with cheeky grin.
‘Come take a seat, we’ll talk about this’
Terrance was led through the small neat office area to where the shop morphed into Arabian nights, all soft floor cushions and potted ferns. Thick curtains draped over a number of doorways and gossamer fine hangings petitioned the space forming private concaves.
Pascal dropped down on a scarlet cushion, his poise boyish despite his smart uniform suit. It was a pretty picture and Terrance appreciated the view for a moment before dropping to the opposite purple bolster.
‘You want to complain?’
Terrance set a small silver tray between them with a frosted jug and two stemmed glasses . A citrus wedge decorated the brim.
‘I’ve been getting fliers’
‘Yes?’
Pascal poured them both a drink with exaggerated care. Not looking up once.
‘And a phone call and texts’
‘Phone call?’
‘Yes, apparently I’m due a meeting’
‘I could arrange that for you?’
‘I don’t want a meeting’
‘Are you sure?’
Terrance shook his head firmly and absently picked up his glass. Orange and Cinnamon burst on his tongue, it was delicious.
‘Lustful Liaisons has a wonderful but discreet reputation. MyMan gave us a top review; said our hospitality was second to none!’
‘I’m sure’ Terrance watched as Pascal licked the moisture from the outside of his glass, tongue pale between cherry red lips.
‘We’re very good at providing fantasies; says so on our card’
‘I know’
He slid a card free from his jeans pocket. Plain white with a bold black print across the centre:
Lustful Liaisons - Your Fantasies Met
69 Festive Street
Your Town
No border or fussy designs it was classy, understated. Terrance had a collection, he fanned out several dropping them to the tiled floor in front of him.
‘You don’t approve?’
‘They’re everywhere’
‘We’re a growing business’
‘The cards. Are everywhere!’
Pascal picked one up turning the card over and over in his hand, letting it play between his nimble fingers. He offered it up to Terrance:
‘What’s your fantasy?’
‘Not to keep finding these cards! They’re in my mail; every letter. I found them in my bread box; between slices of bread. In a sealed tub of ice-cream..’
‘oo what flavour?’
‘Cherry Garcia’
‘My favourite’
‘Yes well, I‘d bought Rocky Road’
‘My lecturer found a card in with my homework, they’re falling out of my laundry, even resting on my pillows’
‘It’s hard getting your attention’
‘Attention? I want it to stop’
I know the perfect solution’
‘What?’
‘A new fantasy’
‘What’s does a fantasy have to do with business cards?’
‘It’s our business’
Terrance thumbed the card in his hand, rubbing over the dark print feeling the quality in the smooth card. He flicked the edges and watched Pascal’s lashes flutter. Ink dark over paper white skin.
‘How about ice-cream?’
‘What about it?’
‘Me eating Cherry Garcia off your chest. Sounds a pretty good fantasy to me’
‘Your fantasy’
‘Definitely, want to meet it?’
Terrance felt over the print again; fantasies met, it sounded good and where exactly was the harm?
‘I like Vanilla’
‘Vanilla’s nice, with lots of sauce’
The print burned under his massaging thumb, letters reaching to his touch. Changing
Lustful Liaisons - My Fantasies Met?