Ficcies Galore
I think someone couldn't possibly be me forgot that they were doing mini-nano not the full hogging thing!
Written the Djinn story on my list in three parts. So that's two things off my list completed and I get to chillax this weekend ignoring the fact I'll be working ;)
Title: Imposter pt 1/3 - The Interview
Wordcount: 680
Soomi was going to like it here. He'd played with the novelty door knob for a few extra minutes and then been greeted by a slightly flushed youth. He wouldn't mind one of those for his apartment.
The decor was all Arabian Nights, vaguely kitsch but cosy with fresh plates of fudge cookies to add a homely look and smell divine. He helped himself and the taste matched. His interviewer was Greg a magnificent if rather authoritative type with the prettiest mauve eyes Soomi had ever seen. It was distracting to see such a variety of people mingling in the store but the abbreviated tour convinced Soomi he wanted the job more than ever. Catching Kain the Master Djinn pleasuring his Dick against a mirrored cabinet had influence on that, Greg skilfully navigated away from Soomi’s fascinated queries on blue balls to return to his desk and start the interview proper.
The questions themselves showed a lot of promise and his answers gained him many interested looks.
‘What position do you think you’d like?’
‘Oh any, I like to try all positions. Possibly doggy style but it’s even better with more playmates.’
‘Do you have a container in mind? Apprentices are bound to the premises’
‘Anything tight and warm. I like to be bound’
‘Power levels?’
‘Healthy’
Soomi bit his lip under the weighted silence, demonstration time. A snap of his fingers and cheeky smile to distract and a tray of refreshments appeared on the desk between them. Soomi’s best suit changed into comfortable jeans and a shirt.
‘Impressive’ Greg decided after a too long pause, lifting a delicate glass to his lips. ’Do you always do that?’
‘Add sugar?’ Soomi feigned ignorance, peering over the lip of his own glass of tea.
‘Wiggle your bum when you perform magic’
‘Did I?’
‘Yes’
‘Oh. Well I’m a Dance-Djinn it goes with the territory’ He threw in a further winning smile.
‘I see’
Soomi squirmed under the suspicion. Mauve eyes blinked and brightened as Greg smiled at a nondescript man entering the shop. It quite changed his face, he lost all the cool professionalism for a happy predatory air. The man indicated a curtain on the side wall, disappearing through what was clearly a concealed door. Greg watched his man’s arse during the whole slow walk across the room.
Coming to a decision or possibly wanting to move on to other pursuits Greg turned back to Soomi, his expression considering. Soomi was ninety-eight point nine percent certain that Greg’s hair had been short moments before and soft brown. Now it was brushing his shoulders and deep purple where it caught the light.
‘We can make a place in the radio for you, should work well with you being a …Dance-Djinn wasn’t it?’
‘Yes’ Soomi wriggled in his chair, this was good, very good, this meant he had the job.
‘Our shop caters for those seeking to find their other, love through Lustful Liaisons’
‘Sounds good’ Soomi grinned.
‘A number of our staff particularly several of the Drape-Djinn and all the Cushion and Sheet clans favour fleeting associations. They turn their skills to relaxing future patrons, preparing them for more in-depth liaisons. We now have our own in-shop therapist who holds group sessions every Friday’
‘I like group sessions’ Soomi nodded eagerly.
‘I believe you’ll fit in well here Soomi Chan. You job will be to complete the initial interviews detailing clients quirks and sexual mores.’
‘More Sex is good. I mean that sounds ideal’
‘Welcome to Lustful Liaisons Soomi’ They stood and shook hands.
‘Do we have sex now?’
‘No’ Greg laughed glancing at the billowing back curtain ‘I have that covered thanks. Our anniversary’
Soomi gave a heavy sigh as he watched the man move swiftly to the hidden door and disappear from view. It would probably count against him if he followed to watch.
Oh well, he’d got the job and that was all kinds of exciting. Soomi rushed off to investigate the radio and greet his future colleagues, arse swaying happily with every step of his sauntering stride.
the second bit
Edited : Messed the LJ-Cut up, link added for next bit.
Written the Djinn story on my list in three parts. So that's two things off my list completed and I get to chillax this weekend ignoring the fact I'll be working ;)
Title: Imposter pt 1/3 - The Interview
Wordcount: 680
Soomi was going to like it here. He'd played with the novelty door knob for a few extra minutes and then been greeted by a slightly flushed youth. He wouldn't mind one of those for his apartment.
The decor was all Arabian Nights, vaguely kitsch but cosy with fresh plates of fudge cookies to add a homely look and smell divine. He helped himself and the taste matched. His interviewer was Greg a magnificent if rather authoritative type with the prettiest mauve eyes Soomi had ever seen. It was distracting to see such a variety of people mingling in the store but the abbreviated tour convinced Soomi he wanted the job more than ever. Catching Kain the Master Djinn pleasuring his Dick against a mirrored cabinet had influence on that, Greg skilfully navigated away from Soomi’s fascinated queries on blue balls to return to his desk and start the interview proper.
The questions themselves showed a lot of promise and his answers gained him many interested looks.
‘What position do you think you’d like?’
‘Oh any, I like to try all positions. Possibly doggy style but it’s even better with more playmates.’
‘Do you have a container in mind? Apprentices are bound to the premises’
‘Anything tight and warm. I like to be bound’
‘Power levels?’
‘Healthy’
Soomi bit his lip under the weighted silence, demonstration time. A snap of his fingers and cheeky smile to distract and a tray of refreshments appeared on the desk between them. Soomi’s best suit changed into comfortable jeans and a shirt.
‘Impressive’ Greg decided after a too long pause, lifting a delicate glass to his lips. ’Do you always do that?’
‘Add sugar?’ Soomi feigned ignorance, peering over the lip of his own glass of tea.
‘Wiggle your bum when you perform magic’
‘Did I?’
‘Yes’
‘Oh. Well I’m a Dance-Djinn it goes with the territory’ He threw in a further winning smile.
‘I see’
Soomi squirmed under the suspicion. Mauve eyes blinked and brightened as Greg smiled at a nondescript man entering the shop. It quite changed his face, he lost all the cool professionalism for a happy predatory air. The man indicated a curtain on the side wall, disappearing through what was clearly a concealed door. Greg watched his man’s arse during the whole slow walk across the room.
Coming to a decision or possibly wanting to move on to other pursuits Greg turned back to Soomi, his expression considering. Soomi was ninety-eight point nine percent certain that Greg’s hair had been short moments before and soft brown. Now it was brushing his shoulders and deep purple where it caught the light.
‘We can make a place in the radio for you, should work well with you being a …Dance-Djinn wasn’t it?’
‘Yes’ Soomi wriggled in his chair, this was good, very good, this meant he had the job.
‘Our shop caters for those seeking to find their other, love through Lustful Liaisons’
‘Sounds good’ Soomi grinned.
‘A number of our staff particularly several of the Drape-Djinn and all the Cushion and Sheet clans favour fleeting associations. They turn their skills to relaxing future patrons, preparing them for more in-depth liaisons. We now have our own in-shop therapist who holds group sessions every Friday’
‘I like group sessions’ Soomi nodded eagerly.
‘I believe you’ll fit in well here Soomi Chan. You job will be to complete the initial interviews detailing clients quirks and sexual mores.’
‘More Sex is good. I mean that sounds ideal’
‘Welcome to Lustful Liaisons Soomi’ They stood and shook hands.
‘Do we have sex now?’
‘No’ Greg laughed glancing at the billowing back curtain ‘I have that covered thanks. Our anniversary’
Soomi gave a heavy sigh as he watched the man move swiftly to the hidden door and disappear from view. It would probably count against him if he followed to watch.
Oh well, he’d got the job and that was all kinds of exciting. Soomi rushed off to investigate the radio and greet his future colleagues, arse swaying happily with every step of his sauntering stride.
the second bit
Edited : Messed the LJ-Cut up, link added for next bit.