Fantasies Come True

[ShyGoddess]

"You must be Nicholas Steele. My name is Lucy Ester, and I am very pleased to make your aquantince."

Lucy held herself still as the tall man in front of her looked her over. He seemed pleased. She hoped so. She had a young girl to help.

"I know who you are, my dear." came his deep voice. "I asked you here for a very specific reason. I want you to sing, just like in the blues club. It would make me very happy."

"Ho...How did you know about that?" Lucy's own roommate didn't even know about that.

"My dear girl, I know many things about you. Now, shall we proceed to the main banquet hall?"

Lucy could only nodd.

 

[Earthgoddess]

I hastily combed my fingers through my curls-trying for the intentionally tousled look. My pale skin needed no make up, and luckily the black tunic top seemed dressy enough. I had slipped of the chef's pants and was in black stockings,"I wonder if this tunic is long enough."I tugged at the hem.
My figure is curvaceous and the tunic skimmed the curves quite nicely,it was a tad revealing and a little too tight across the chest. "Well time to mingle,and see the reactions to my culinary masterpiece,"smiling ,I strode out into the hall.

 

[Guest]

Mark stood in the doorway, watching the band. 'Not bad, not bad at all.'

They were playing a Duke Ellington tune "Mood Indigo". Twenty feet away there was an antique coat rack with wooden pegs for hats. His head was getting warm so, 'Why not.' He took off his hat and sailed it Frizbee style towards a peg. But, as fate would have it, a sudden rush of air (that's my story and I'm sticking to it) detoured the hat left, bounced off a roast pig, knocking the apple out of its mouth, and sailed under the table.

Sheepishly Mark crawled under the table to retrieve his hat amidst a chorus of laughter. He started to rise a bit too soon and banged his head, "Damn!" dropping back to his knees he rubbed his head until the stars disappeared. When he opened his eyes he was looking at a pair of legs in black stockings. One foot was tapping in what he thought might be an irritated manner. His eyes followed the curvaceous contours up what seemed an endless pair of legs. 'No not legs, gams', he had to stay in character.


[This message has been edited by High Peaks (edited 06-07-2000).]

 

[Gateleader]

ooc:hey everyone! Back from work
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IC:
Joe sat up as a man walked in the front door. "Greg, does he look familiar to you?' She knew she had seen the man before. Come on who doyou know who likes that stuid fifthys stff.
Joe had slipped Greg's jacket on. She was freezing. "Hey Greg, how did Nick know about Lucy singing in a night club?'
"He did some digging."
"Oh."
Joe watched as her yncle stormed toward them. "Time for me to be a man...and run.'
Greg looked at her and laughed. It was an old joke between them. Joe opened the secret door and took off. She knew Nick didn't know about this tunnel. I lead to the pool house. Joe poped out and circle so she could see the guests. She yawned. More lossers.

 

[ShyGoddess]

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please? I am, as most of you know, Nicholas Steele, and I would like to welcome you to my house, where anything and everything can happen. Now, to get things started, I would like to introduce a very talented young lady. So put on your dancing shoes and kick up your heels to the song stylings of Ms. Lucy Ester."

I can't believe I'm doing this Lucy thought. But now she had no choice. The band had started to play and all the people were looking at her. So, she opened her mouth and started to sing an old Bessie Smith song. Lucy had forgotten how good it felt to sing like this. With so much soul. When she sang like this she felt mysterious and sexy. Incredibly sexy...If only Fern could see her now.

 

[Earthgoddess]

Picking up the hat was easy-looking over my ruined pig was not, nor did I intend to be pleasant.
I waited to see the face of the culprit, and when he banged his head found myself stifling a laugh.
An adorable head poked out from under my table,and I found my stern gaze fading softly into a smile.
"For a klutz you are quite charming,"I bent down to retrieve the apple. Finding myself eye to eye with this handsome fellow,I decided to flirt-a little.
"Want to play Adam and Eve-"Offering the apple to him, a chill ran through me...there was a tangible electricity between us,did he see it also?

 

[Guest]

That woman sure sounded like the real Empress of the Blues. Mmm, mmm, mmm, Bessie Smith knew how to make a mans blood boil with just a song. I know mine was warming up. I could feel the heat rising in my face. Maybe it was the music in part; mostly it was the beauty gracing me with a smile. It was contagious, made me feverish.

I smiled back. "I hope you enjoyed the show because there are no encores. If you think klutzy is charming stick with me kid cause I'll charm the pants off ya." Giving a wink as I cradled her hand and the apple between mine, taking a long, slow bite so I could savor the warmth of her skin.

"Thanks for the reward for saving your pig from choking. Bet you haven't seen hat tossing like that since Odd Job attacked James Bond."

We stood together. Reluctantly I let go of her hand and she gave me my hat. I walked over to the hat rack and safely stashed it. I had the opportunity to watch my new acquaintance at a distance as she repaired some of the damage I created. She had a natural beauty. If she wore make up it was undetectable. A tawny look? What the hell is tawny? I don't know but the word sounded right. Her figure was nicely defined through the tight garment. She certainly wore it well.

I approached her as she worked. "It was nice bumping into you, well, at least your table…and that really wasn't so nice but it was nice meeting you. My name is Mark," Smooth, really smooth. " Is there anything I can do to help? I hope I haven't ruined your evening. If you want, I'll go out to the barn and slaughter another pig. Please let me make it up to you in some way." I was hoping to prolong this into a dance somehow.

 

[Earthgoddess]

Smiling softly to myself,I felt lucky to have found someone who obviously felt as awkward as I did tonight.
"Well I need to run to the kitchen to replace the fruit you are eating,"I babbled.
Oh this was going well-am I that out of practice with the flirting?
I extend my hand and smile(I hope) invitingly to this dapper hat-tossing fellow.

 

[Guest]

The sweet smile, the offered hand, this doll was creating boldness in me that I have rarely felt. I grabbed her fingers firmly, lifted her arm over her head and led her in a 1½ twirl, brought her arm down across her body, dipped her back, supporting her with my other arm, so that she was looking up into my face. Her grace, coordination and willingness to participate made my heart skip.

"Would you care to dance after the pig has been fed?"

Before she could answer I lifted her back to her feet. We came face to face with a man dressed in a suit similar to mine, reflecting the same time period.

"The boss wants to see you," he said with a tone reminiscent of the 1920's mobsters. He motioned with his head. I looked in that direction to see another mobster standing against a wall, partially hidden by a potted palm tree.

I had received a response to my party invitation that contained the phrase "The boss wants to see you". If someone approaches me and uses that phrase it indicates that my requested fantasy is about to begin.

"Thank Nick for going to all this trouble, but I'd like to enjoy more of this ladies company. Maybe we could do this later." I put my arm around her shoulder and started for the kitchen.

"The boss wants to see you right now." He grabbed my free arm and turned me to face him. A 9mm semi-automatic pistol with silencer was pointed at my navel. That was not part of the plan. "You can BRING your friend." He growled low and menacing.

My mind was racing. We were by the kitchen door. If the lady hadn't seen the gun I could let her continue on unknowing. If she had I might risk her life to let her go.

 

[Earthgoddess]

"This just caps my evening off, a gun..."my mind was racing. Memories of my self defense classes(so important for a woman who lives alone)-fell out of my panicked brain. I should have been home soaking in a hot bath,not involved in what looks like a mob hit. Maybe they don't realize I am the caterer and I only picked up this cutie because he attacked my pig. I let myself be led, and prayed to all the deities I could call upon to keep me safe.

 

[Guest]

OOC: EG, Let me know if I'm getting carried away. lol
IC:
The goon with the gun walked us in the direction of his accomplice.

"Who the hell is this?" The new man said to no one in particular but pointing at my new friend.

Turning to her I said, "I don't know. Who are you?" She never did tell me her name. I winked at her trying to lighten things up. I don't know why, but when I'm stressed, humor is always my way of coping.

"Shaddup! Why'd you bring her?" This time he was obviously talking to our captor.

"He didn't want to play his part so I had to force him to follow by showing the gun. She saw it too, so I couldn't let her leave."

The "boss's" disgust was taken out on the wall with a punch. Suddenly a hidden door swung open and they forced us into a dimly lit passage. The door swung silently closed behind us.

Inside, there was a woman waiting. She was dressed in a 1920's flapper tube dress and sported short blonde hair. The boss pulled a $100 dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, there has been a change of plans. Consider your work done."

In a squeaky, girlish voice she said, " Thanks doll! Let me know when I can get more cushy work like this." With a smile she hit a button and left the passage the way we came in.

"Let's get moving. The sooner we get done the better." The boss started down the honeycomb of passages that seemed to run throughout the house. Inside the passage we could see cameras pointing into the rooms. 'Quite a security set up.' I thought naively. As we walked the boss filled us in on what was expected of us.

"This is what's going on Mark. We had a nice little game planned for you and the dame you just saw. Your fantasy as a Bogart, or should I say a Bogus, detective was going to be fulfilled by us. The only thing you weren't suppose to know is that this is a real burglary. You were just to be part of the scenery. These cameras are everywhere. They watch all of the guests act out their little fantasies." By the tone of his voice he seemed to revile the idea.

"Now you and your little friend here, if you want to live, will have to be willing participants." We stopped by another hidden entrance. We were looking into the room through one of those two-way mirrors. The camera over our heads was pointed at a bookcase across the room.

"In that bookcase is a safe where Nick keeps his most valuable jewelry during his little get togethers. The guy behind the camera likes to watch the fun and games with the guests. So you and your lady friend's job, if you want to survive, is to be a distraction while we crack the safe. I will wait here by the hidden entrance while my partner escorts you in the hall door. I'm going to wait until the camera is focussed on you, then I'm going to come in and keep my gun on you. My partner will come back through the passage, into the room and crack the safe while you distract the cameraman. Let me give you a tip. He's expecting something hot, and you'd better deliver." He waved his revolver in our faces for emphasis.

The goon led us out of the passage to the door. He stood back as we entered.

Slowly we walked to the couch furthest away from the safe. We sat staring at each other, until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hood step quietly from the hidden passage into the room.

God this was intense. How the hell do you begin something like this? Well, I did what comes naturally. I fell back into my pattern of dealing with stress by using silly humor as a release. A rhyme I had sprung on a girlfriend of mine one cold, snowy day materialized in my brain. If you remember "Green Eggs and Ham" then you know the rhythm.

I picked up the beauty's hands in mine. Looked her deep in her eyes and began.

"I am Mark,
Mark I am!
Do you like warm lips and hands?"

I leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on her right cheek and sat back to await her reaction.


[This message has been edited by High Peaks (edited 06-16-2000).]

 

[Earthgoddess]

Breaking off the kiss I smile and say,
"Yes I like them on my hips
and yes I like them on my lips.
I do so like them Mark-I-Am
I really like your lips and hands"
I decide to break with all my rules and pull you into a deeper kiss,hell it's for my life as well as all future catering gigs-I gotta put on a show. Actually it isn't all acting because I am finding my lips softening under you kisses. My body melts into yours,the intensity of our kisses build and leave me breathless.
I look deeply into your eyes,
"This is going to my head,
perhaps we need to be in bed,
I do so like you Mark-I-Am,
I am so glad you threw my ham.
I can not stop this rhyming game,
Elise-the-Caterer is my name.
Since it's Bogey you admire,
to be Bacall I shall aspire,
Kiss me,deeply now you fool..."
Luckily, you break my nervous rhyming, and kiss me deeply,then we hear a sound from the hall.
What perfect timing....
OOC-AAARRGGHHH now I'm seused-darn you-kisses to you any how..this is getting good!

 

[Guest]

OOC - Just don't get sauced and seused,
Slurring your seus,
What could be worse?

I'm a little confused EG.
Quote: "Luckily, you break my nervous rhyming, and kiss me deeply, then we hear a sound from the hall.
What perfect timing...."

Does this mean "seusus interuptus"? Meaning you want this scene to end here? Or is this a pause for me to decide where to go?

 

[Guest]

OOC: I'm going to take a chance and continue. If you have something else in mind I can delete it.
IC:
The sound in the hall not only interrupted our embrace but also froze the burglars in position. The boss ducked his head into the hidden passage to check the camera angle. They both pointed their pistols toward the door in anticipation of unexpected company.

The noise in the hallway subsided as the people moved past the study door. The head thug made a rotating motion with his free hand indicating to us and his partner to restart.

As the safe cracker began working the tumbler and listening with electronic equipment, I regained my composure, focussing on Elise once again.

"Elise-the-Caterer, it's very nice spending some rhyme time with you." I said, giving her a smirk. "You certainly know how to encourage me."

Moving closer I capture her head gently between my hands. My mouth is beside her ear so that my breath, as I speak, caresses it.
"Would you like them here or there?" I whisper so that only she can hear.

Lightly I kiss each eye and her nose. While her eyes are closed I brush the tip of my index finger softly across her lips to tickle them a smidge.

"Would you like them on your mouth?"

Capturing her lips with mine, my tongue lightly grazes hers teasingly. My hands are tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp in slow, circular motion. Her tresses are soft silky threads washing through my fingers. Her fragrance is new to me, earthy, alluring.

 

[Guest]

"Would you like them on your blouse?"

Pulling away slightly, I rest the back of my hands lightly on her shoulders. Lightly they slide down her soft garment, following the rise of her breasts. Looking down, I watch as my teasing hands lightly glide over the two, small protrusions marking her aroused nipples, down her stomach, stopping to rest on her thighs.

Her poetic reply began to replay in my mind as she looked up at me.
She had said," Since its Bogey you admire, To be Bacall I shall aspire."
The more I thought of Elise as Bacall the more I made comparisons.

Bacall was once quoted as saying, "I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie." That was the beginning of "The Look."

Elise was giving me "The Look" at this moment. Was she acting or just naturally sultry and sophisticated? This beauty also possessed that sexy, whiskey voice of Bacall. I wanted to hear her say, "You know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together--and blow."

To be like Bogey and Bacall, one of the legendary romances of the 20th century, who wouldn't want that? But how would Bogey get out of this situation?

On the table next to the couch sat a stack of circular coasters. As my plan solidified I placed myself on the floor in front of Elise. I ran my hands up her thighs until I reached the top of her black sheer stockings and unfastened the garter clips holding them up. How I would have liked to see her legs exposed wearing those stockings. First things first.

I rolled down the left stocking, fingering her smooth skin and kissing the inside of her leg on my trip down. When my head was at her foot I looked back to find myself hidden from the robbers sight by a chair between us. I rose up and pressed my torso against Elise, sliding her towards the arm of the couch. While applying a passionate kiss I covertly picked up a coaster and hid it in my palm.

Returning to my place on the floor I began to repeat my affections to her right leg. I showed her the hidden coaster as she watched my movements; her face flushed from the attention. When I had reached her foot I checked that I was hidden from view. Setting the coaster on edge, I rolled it toward the bookcase knowing it was in full view of the camera. Now we would have to wait and see if the cameraman was watching and if he'd wonder why the hell I did that. If he were curious enough he would pan over and catch the thieves. At the moment the boss was not watching the camera. He was enjoying his role as a voyeur.


[Edited by High Peaks on 06-18-2000 at 03:13 AM]