Blind Date

Tim

I have just finished brushing my teeth when there is a knock on the bathroom door.

"We are going on air in two minutes." Says a voice from outside.

"But whatsisface's - I mean my wife isn't even back yet." I shout back as I rinse my mouth out.

"Ms Brahms says that your wife will be a little late and to carry on without her." The voice replies.

"Okay."

Maybe I get to sleep before she turns up.

Taking a deep breath, I enter the bedroom even as the words "ACTION!" are said. Picking up my unopened copy of World of Models, I pull back the sheets and slide in.

For the next few minutes, I try to concentrate on this particular good article about how to use recycled glue to stick your models together but it's no use. The day has just taken it out of me. Finally giving in, I reach for my sleep mask. Turning off the bedside lamp, I put the mask on and nestle my head in the pillow...
 
"Do you love your husband?"

Gods. Now that was a question I hadn't expected. "Do I love him?" I repeated after Edwina, certain that I must sound utterly moronic. What kind of question is that to ask someone? Whether they love their husband or not! What the hell??

Recovering my composure once again, I smile my sunniest smile. "Why of course I do, Edwina. He is my last thought at night and my first thought in the morning when I wake. In fact, he's a lot of the little thoughts I have throughout my day as well. Why do you ask? Would we even be here if we weren't totally, madly, deeply in love? I mean would complete strangers agree to live together on camera for a month? Come on now... Seriously. What kind of question is that?"

In retrospect, that question was kind of like Edwina asking what brand of panties I wore. I could feel my hackles rising at the impertinence of the woman. And why was she staring at me like that? Edwina Brahms was beginning to get on my last nerve.

"Look, Edwina. Any other time I wouldn't mind the chitchat, but I've had a really long day. A crazy woman made a pass at my husband. I ended up thrown through a window. And ninety seven stitches later, I find out that I'm pregnant to boot. Frankly, I'm exhausted. If you don't mind, can we continue this conversation over coffee in the morning if I promise to make it?"
 
Edwina

"Why of course I do, Edwina. He is my last thought at night and my first thought in the morning when I wake. In fact, he's a lot of the little thoughts I have throughout my day as well. Why do you ask? Would we even be here if we weren't totally, madly, deeply in love? I mean would complete strangers agree to live together on camera for a month? Come on now... Seriously. What kind of question is that?" Kate tells her with what looks like a fake smile.

Then why is she carrying on with that Chester guy? You don't fool me. You like sex, just like any hot-blooded woman!

"Look, Edwina. Any other time I wouldn't mind the chitchat, but I've had a really long day. A crazy woman made a pass at my husband. I ended up thrown through a window. And ninety seven stitches later, I find out that I'm pregnant to boot. Frankly, I'm exhausted. If you don't mind, can we continue this conversation over coffee in the morning if I promise to make it?"

Edwina says nothing as she watches her prey get up. Once on her feet, she starts to sway.

"What..what is happening? I suddenly feel light-headed."

"It's okay, Kate. It must be the day catching up with you." She doesn't tell her that it is the drug in her drink. "Here, just sit down for a minute."

Edwina gets up and guides Kate back to the sofa.

"I feel so strange." Edwina notices that Kate's eyes are glassy, unfocused.

Good!

Getting up, she quickly goes over and locks the office door.

We don't want to be disturbed do we?

Then she returns to the soft.

"Ooohh!! Your hands feels all tingly." Her prey giggles.

"Shhh! Just lay back. Let Edwina look after you." The older woman croons as she starts to undo Kate's blouse...
 
"Whoa Nelly!"

"No, dear. It's Edwina. Everything is going to be alllll right."

Her voice sounds hollow, like an echo through a tube. Like when we were kids and used to talk through lengths of paper towel rolls.

I try to focus my eyes, but they keep rolling somewhere. Up into my brain maybe. I dunno. They sure aren't where they belong. I try squinting to hold them still. Oh my god I'm blind! I can't see a thing!

Calm down, girlfriend. Take a deep breath and figure out what's going on here. I try but it's too difficult, but I can probably figure it all out without breathing anyhow.

Okay, so I'm blind. It could be worse. I think it is worse. Someone is unbuttoning my blouse. Cripes! I don't have a bra on either. Oooh... maybe it's my Timmy Wimmy. He does want me. He does want me after all.

Maybe I can try to lift my hand. It's limp like a rag doll's and must weigh fifty pounds easy. Water retention. That's it.

I don wanna be puffy! I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as the realization that Tom won't want me with puffy parts finally sinks in.

A spa! That's what I need. I'll go to a fat farm and get rid of these puffy hands for good. Maybe they can move the puffy hands to my boobs. A gal can never have too many boobs. But how will I look with three boobs?

I gotta get out of here! "Tom... " The scream comes out a low whimper as I try to lift myself up. It's useless, I think falling backward.

Just then everything starts to spin. Oh, brother. Just what I needed, a merry-go-round. That was probably my last conscious thought as I felt myself begin to vomit.
 
Edwina

"Are you okay, Ms Brahms?" Asks a concerned lackey as Edwina washes off the vomit off her skirt.

"Yes, thank you, Edgar." She says, finally giving up and taking the thing off completely.

The sharp gasp tells her that the lackey is still at the door.

Mmmmmm. Not bad. Must be only 18 or 19 years old.

"Has Mrs Murphy been cleaned up and taken up to the master bedroom yet?" She asks the kid, her tongue running over her full lips.

"E-ermm..y-yes, M-Ms B-Brahms." He stammers.

How sweet, he is stummering. I wonder if he is still a virgin? Well, not for much longer.

"Be a sweetheart and give me a hand?" She asks him.

Will be a nice distraction until I plan what to do next!...
 
Oh, my aching head...

My head was pounding when I woke, unsure where I was for a few seconds. What the hell had happened earlier? It must have been a dream. Edwina wouldn't have... Would she? Nah...

I decided not to worry about it as I could feel Tim's breath, warm against the nape of my neck. What a wonderful way for him to wake me up! I turned to face him. Gods! He does want me! I ran my toes up under his pajama-covered leg, longing to feel his bare skin against my own.
"Mmm... baby you really need a shave," I murmured as he leaned closer to kiss me. He ran his tongue over my lips as if he were tasting me. "Lower... " I pleaded.

When he began to nuzzle me, I couldn't help thinking how cold his nose was. And wet. Must be those horrid allergies of his acting up... though I do wish he'd wipe it with a Kleenex rather than my nightie. But who was I to complain? This was a major milestone in our relationship. We hadn't been this close since...

That's when I heard the snoring. It was coming from somewhere past Tim. I stayed perfectly still. Listening. Afraid to open my eyes. Who is that? Images of a Tim-crazed Nelly having snuck into our bed ran through my mind. The thought was terrifying.

"Tim... " I whispered quietly. "There's someone in here with us."

He began to whimper, which agitated me to no end. "Don't get all whiney on me, Murphy. Turn on the light and find out who's in here for Pete's sake."

When he didn't move, I leaned up to reach past him. A shrill yelp startled me just as the room was flooded with light.

"Chumley!" I began to laugh. "How is my little man? Oh c'mere you cutie shmootie."

I guess the sound of my voice must have wakened the boys, too because suddenly the bed was overloaded with animals. I looked on fondly as they wrestled and played.

"They get along so well together, don't you think?" I asked Tim who was just laying quietly beside me. His sleep mask askew, his mouth began to open as if to scream. I grinned, and leaned toward him.

"C'mere baby... Let's finish what you started earlier."
 
Tim

Where am I?

One minute, I am on a desert island with Kelly. The next I am in a pitch-black room being attacked by rampaging beasts.

"C'mere baby... Let's finish what you started earlier."

Who'sat???

Before I can say anything, something warm and wet comes down onto my mouth. It's a mouth.

Suddenly I realise where I am.

Noooo!!!! It's her! and she's got me in bed!

As I feel her body slide on top of mine, I suddenly remember something else.

Oh God! Please don't let her find it! Please...
 
Oh Baby... Oh Baby... OH!

Lost in the fiery haze of passion that Tim has wrapped me in, I climb on top of him. What is that, I wonder, feeling a lump under my body. Pushing down the covers, I find...

JACKPOT! He's every bit as big as I remembered. And oh, so hard to boot. Grinning down at Tim, I murmur "You are glad to see me, aren't you big boy?"

I close my fingers around his rampant erection. It's been soooo long and I want him so badly. Lifting my body, I guided him into the cleft between my legs. His mouth opened again and I placed my fingers over his lips.

"Hush, Baby. I know how much you want me."

He didn't say a word as I began to lower myself, my inner walls spreading around his girth, molding to him. I'm so wet, so eager, so hot. I groan loudly, calling out his name.

"Oh, Tim! Give me your manroot, baby. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"Okay. They're up! Roll 'em!" The bedroom door bursts open and the camera crew, with Edwina Brahms in the lead, crowds around the bed.

"Ride him, Cowgirl!"

"Woo hoo! Got your spurs?"

"Is this your favorite bedroom game, Tom?"

"Where's the whip?"

"Oooh... maybe that's what she's riding!"

I can't help but look down at Tim. My finger has slipped into his mouth and he isn't saying a word. Well how can he? I smile and hiss under my breath. "What is it with you? Every time we have sex there's some kind of audience."

Well, who am I to complain? At least he's shown an interest after all this time. Facing the camera, I wink and grin. "We're just practicing playing horsey for when the baby gets here. Now give a girl some privacy, won't you?"
 
Tim

Then I realise that there isn't a God as I feel something hot, wet and tight slide over my erm...:eek:

"Oh, Tim! Give me your manroot, baby. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Just get it over with!

"Okay. They're up! Roll 'em!" Says another voice.

Huh?? That's sounds like Edwina Brahms.

"Ride him, Cowgirl!" Says another voice, male this time.

What?!!!!

"Woo hoo! Got your spurs?" Another voice.

On no! It's not...

"Is this your favorite bedroom game, Tom?"

My name is NOT Tom!!!

"Where's the whip?"

Whip!!!!????

"Oooh... maybe that's what she's riding!". A woman's voice this time.

I gotta get out of here!

Trying to get up, I find I am pinned. Then a finger is jammed in my mouth.

"What is it with you? Every time we have sex there's some kind of audience."

What???

"We're just practicing playing horsey for when the baby gets here. Now give a girl some privacy, won't you?"

Noooo!!!!!! Don't leave me with her!!!!

I start to struggle underneath her when...

"TIAMAT!!!? What in the world is going on here???"

Mother???...
 
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"Tiamat!!!? What in the world is going on here???"

The camera crew, who were just about to leave us alone, seemed to have second thoughts at the latest arrival in our three-ring-circus of a bedroom.

"What are you like?" I hissed at the man who had me skewered nicely in place on the bed. "Is this your latest sex toy? Don't even try to tell me it's the Pizza Delivery Girl!"

At this point, Tim closed his eyes. What a chicken! The woman had pushed her way past everyone else and was standing directly beside the bed.

"Tiamat! Tiamat Aloysius Shaun Murphy! Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

I know my eyes opened wide even as Tim peeked out timidly from between eyelash covered slits. Tiamat?!? Aloysius?? Shaun!! I started to grin and that turned into a chuckle and before I knew it, it was a full-blown belly laugh. I couldn't stay still. I was jiggling all over the place now, tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard.

A look of complete horror was spreading across Tiamat's face even as he began to swell deep inside of my body. I looked down as he scrunched his eyes closed in concentration. I could feel his cock throbbing. He was... Oh, my God! He was going to cum!
 
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Tim

This is a nightmare! It has to be!

I could hear Kate whispering to me but it was my mother's voice who took my attention. Everyone listened when she spoke, especially Dad.

"Tiamat! Tiamat Aloysius Shaun Murphy! Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

But I couldn't, the shame, the embarrassment is too much. Not only does the Evil One literally rapes me first thing in the morning, but in front of millions of viewers and my mother!. Then there is my mother is calling me by that name.

Nooooo!!!!!!!

Then I hear it, someone is laughing. It is her! She is laughing at me!!! Has she no shame???

Then I feel the final betrayal. Instead of deflating inside the witch, I instead feel the tell-tale signs of myself growing inside her and that shooting feeling!

Noooooo!!!! Please God! Don't make me cum!!!!

Then Kate is kneeling beside me, I can feel her hand whipping up and down my traitorous erection as I just lay there. unable to do anything.

And in front of the camera crew, Edwina Brahms, the millions of viewers around the world and worst of all, in front of my mother, I cum.

Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...
 
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"Tim," I hissed through my teeth. I couldn't do this on camera in front of millions of viewers. No matter how much I cared for him or how much an audience turned him on.

"Tim. Please... you have to stop. I... ." He was too far gone and wasn't hearing a word I said. I slid off him, but he clutched my hand with an iron grip and pressed it against his cock, closing my fingers around it.

I groaned softly, aroused by the feel of him, hard and wet with our combined juices. At this moment, I wanted him like I've never wanted any other. I wanted to feel him buried deep inside of me when he came, like he did when he planted his seed in my womb all those months ago. I wanted to revel in sensation. Ride him until I reached an earth-shattering climax.

I could feel that Tim was too far gone to stop, and in a way so was I. I pumped my hand up and down his thick shaft as he erupted in hot, ropy strands that burst out of him with unexpected force.

Tim moaned as the first landed squarely on the lens of a camera held by a crew member who had moved just a little too close.

The second landed on Edwina who had been trying to pull me away from him while trying to stop the cameras.

The third? Well, how could I resist. I bent forward and captured it for myself as my lips encircled his pulsing organ and I began to swallow deeply.

I could hear a woman screaming somewhere in the room and the sound of a body hitting the floor. It has to be his mother! She'll get over it, I thought selfishly. She didn't actually have a choice now, did she?
 
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Happy Birthday, 'Blind Date'!

Just want to thank you, Maid, for posting with me to Blind Date for the past year. It has been/and is a great laugh!

:D
 
Happy 1st Birthday, Blind Date!!

It's been quite a year, Tib. Thank you for making it special. :kiss:

PS No matter what you THINK, poor old Tom will never be able to resist the sweet and wonderful Kate. Resistance is futile, Cheeky One. :D
 
Tim

I watch with horror as my dear (as in expensive, ask my father) mother collapses at the sight of my 'wife' sticking my poor willie into her mouth. Not only that, I can see my father and twin sister Tia (she's also called Tiamat) watching the whole thing from the door.

The shame! The shame!!!!

I am literally crying as Kate sits up and wipes her mouth.

"Good morning, Tiamat darling! I am just going to freshen up before you introduce me to your family."

What!!!???

I just sob as I see her brazenly get up and go to the john while my dad and sister rally round my stricken mother.

"How could you? How could you do this to dear Mommy?" Sis is screaming at me.

Doesn't she know that she is on camera?

Realising I am still showing off my now little friend, I quickly cover myself.

"She's got a point, son." My bald-headed father says quietly.

Dad is against me too??? I can't cope with this!

Doing the only thing I can do. I leap off the bed and run out the room and make for the safety of the guest bathroom down the hall...
 
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Sandy

A quiet evening at home...

Oh... my... gawd! Bob! Wake up! You are not going to believe what your friend Tim is doing now. In front of god and everyone. On public television. Oh! Oh! OH! He is one sick puppy. Wake UP dammit!

Eyes peeled to the TV set, I reached over and shook my husband's shoulder and then his whole body. I had been leaving the televisions on in every room of the house ever since Kate had agreed to go on House for a Month with that weird Tim Murphy. I just didn't understand what that girl sees in him. And NOW!! What the hell did he think he was doing... Forcing her to have sex on camera with millions of people watching!!!

Huh? Whu?

Wake UP, I said. Look what your friend Tom is doing NOW! Poor Kate! She must be mortified.

Jumping out of bed, I start to dress. Get your clothes on, Bob. We're going over there to rescue that poor woman right now!
 
I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down...

Reaching the sanctuary of the bathroom, I slam the door and lean back against it. Heart pounding and chest heaving, a wide grin slowly spreads across my face as I pump my fist into the air. I felt more than a little chuffed that he had invited his family to meet me on national television. He wants me! Tim really wants me!

Images of family gatherings, exchanging favorite recipes and baby stories with his mother flood my mind as I turn the shower on. His sister would be my new best friend, of course, and I just knew that Sandy and she would get along famously, too. Oh, yes. Life was good. Life was very good indeed.

I had closed my eyes and was rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I thought I heard something. What was that? It sounded like... My eyes popped open, allowing a large dollop of lather to slide into one.

"Frig! I hate when that happens!" I cursed, grabbing frantically for the washcloth to wipe some of the offending soap away. Grumbling all the while, I paused to listen one more time. There it was again! A scream! What in the world?

Rinsing quickly, I grab for a towel and have just wrapped it around myself as the bathroom door bursts open. "What the... "

"Sandy! What are you... "

"Get your clothes. You aren't staying here with that perv one more minute!" She shouts, grabbing my arm to pull me from the room. "Now!"

It doesn't take much to shrug loose from her and I spin her around, kicking the door closed behind us. "What in heaven's name are you carrying on about? I'm not going anywhere, dammit."

That's when I heard the sirens and someone's voice calling out, "The police and the ambulance are here, Edwina!"

"Police? Ambulance?" Squinting my eyes suspiciously, I look Sandy straight in the face. "Looks like you got some 'splainin' to do, Lucy."


Happy New Year and post 1,000 just for Tom... :D

It's been fantastic. Looking forward to so much more in the 2003!

Thank you for everything,

~N :kiss:
 
Tim

I got to get out of here!

I can feel my heart almost threatening to burst through my chest as I stand by the toilet seat. I just can't believe what has just happened. What she made happen - in front of national television, in front of my mother!!!

I can't face my family ever again!

There is no other way. I either top myself or...

I eye the bathroom window.

Dressed only in my bathrobe, I am halfway down the street when I see police cars rushing up towards me.

They are onto me! She's after me!...
 
OOC

Happy New Year, Maid, and thanks for the last year and for putting your 1000th post in this thread.

You have made 2002 and Blind Date fun.

Thank you.

Tib

:D
 
Mother Murphy

After all these years! She couldn't believe that she had found her son again. If her husband hadn't been playing with the channel changer just to aggravate, she would not have seen him on the telly. It was fate. And now they would be together again!

After making a quick phone call to the television station that broadcast House for a Month and explaining who she was, Sadie's call had been transferred to a man named RJ Hitchdick who seemed quite excited to have a family reunion on his show.

Calling for her daughter, she had grabbed her hat and purse and hollered for Henry to get the car. Henry knew better than to question her and followed the directions his wife gave him without once asking where or what she had in mind. Over the years he had found it far easier just to humor her.

It wasn't until they pulled up in front of the house that he realized where they were. Their son was in there... He had seen him on the telly. Henry Murphy stifled a scream as they went inside.

Barging into the room where she was told she would find her son, Sadie couldn't believe her eyes! What in the world was going on here???

"Tiamat! Tiamat Aloysius Shaun Murphy! Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

She felt everything going dark and that was the last she knew til some time later when her daughter was splashing water on her face.

"Wake up, Mother. Wake up!"

"Where... " Sadie suddenly remembered where she was and struggled to a sitting position. "Tiamat!!" She cried out, looking around the room for her precious son. He was gone! And so was that harlot. They had told her on the phone that he was married, but she would never accept that. NEVER!
 
Jehanox

"How far are we?" Jehanox asks his driver.

"Not long now, sir." Is the reply.

Jehanox had been having his ritual breakfast while watching the House for a Month programme. He had almost choked on his sausage when he saw Kate go down on her husband.

At 8 o'clock in the morning???

Already dressed, he hastily gets his secretary to rearrange his appointments for that morning and rushes down to the studios.

"Mr Hitchdick is on the line as requested, sir." His driver says, breaking into his thoughts.

Picking up the phone, he hears a gibbering R J Hitchdick.

"You know why I am phoning don't you, Hitchdick?" He growls

"Erm. Yes. Look, sir. We didn't expect for the woman to behave like that. We..."

"Shut up! I am interesting in your pathetic excuses. I am on my way to studios now and I expect you to be there!" Jehanox listens to Hitchdick's acknowledgement and hangs up the phone, his mind already working on a solution to this problem.

"Excuse me, sir. Isn't that Tom Murphy from the programme running down the street." Reports his driver, pointing to his right.

Looking out the window, Jehanox sees a man wearing a robe running down the pathment.

"Yes it is! Pull up beside him."...
 
Sandy

I really hate when Kate gets that look on her face. You know the one... Her mind is going a mile a minute and you can't be sure what she's going to do next. All I've ever known is that when she looks that way, I try to give her plenty of swinging room. Maybe with some fast talk, I can deflect her.

Never mind what happened, Kate. You need to get out of here. I can't believe what you let him do to you. On television. In front of god and everyone. In front of his MOTHER!

I leaned close to peer into her eyes. Are you on drugs? You must be! Even YOU have never stooped this low.

What do you mean... even ME? What are you implying, Sandra? Huh? He's my husband. We were having sex. We can't help it if there is a camera crew around 24/7 and we don't get any privacy! A man has his needs you know. A daydreamy look came over her face and then flickered away. ...and a woman, too! I'm not going anywhere, dammit!

That's IT! I've had it, Kate! You're not turning this around and making it my fault that I punched him in the eye when I came in. He is NOT your HUSBAND!! Grabbing her arm again, I started to drag her out of the bathroom.

What do you mean... PUNCHED HIM IN THE EYE??? Punched WHO? Kate screamed back at me indignantly.

Don't EVEN! Ignoring Kate's question, I balled my fist up and shook it at a camera guy who was hovering in the hallway. He backed off quickly as I barrelled past toward the front door with Kate in tow.

Bob!! We're leaving. Get your ass in gear.
 
Chester

Pulling the car up in the drive, Chester switches off the engine, adjusts the rear-view mirror and smiles at himself.

You are looking good, Bro!

Getting out of the car, he checks himself before making for the house. As he approaches. the front door crashes open and a woman comes steaming out dragging Kate with her.

"Bob!! We're leaving. Get your ass in gear..." The woman freezes as she almost collides with him, their eyes meeting...

and time stands still as he gazes into her eyes. Never has he met a woman like her. Her passion! Her anger! It was lust at first sight. A fact easily noticed in his very tight leather pants. Sometimes having a 12incher can cause a problem.

He is hardly aware that Kate has pulled herself away the woman who keeps staring at him back.

"Sandy?? What in tarnation are you doing?" She shouts.

No answer.

He can feel the electricity between them, the sexual hunger rapidly building up to consume them both.

I have to have this woman!!!

He takes a step forward...
 
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Tim

"Murphy! Get in!"

Huh?

I was looking the other way so I didn't see the car stop. I peer inside.

Shit! It's Jehanox!!!!

"I said get in. You don't want to get arrested dressed like that do you?" He tells me.

Without really thinking, I find myself inside his car, sitting next to him.

Why is he looking at me like that?

"Hmmmmm. Tim. I must say, I do like your attire."

What? Why has he got that look?

Suddenly I realise that my robe has ridden up, showing my all.

Oh no!

Then I see the expression on his face and it starts to dawn on me.

Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!...
 
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