Iniana Jones and the Search for Ultimate Pleasures
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Elaine Davis
The cab comes to a stop, but I don’t move for a moment. I’m still digesting Abdul’s words. His assertion that this is “not a campaign for the squeamish” is a little disturbing. Does he mean that I will have to sleep with this Dr. Jones? I’m not necessarily opposed to the idea, as long as he’s decent-looking.
But what if he’s not? Suppose he looks like, oh, Lionel Poole? Could I do it then?
My mischievous brain conjures up an image of Poole’s plump body, red face, and watery eyes. I try to imagine kissing him … letting him touch me … taking his (probably small) penis into my mouth – and then my stomach churns. I clamp a hand over my mouth against the sudden attack of nausea.
Stop it, I tell myself. Think of the money. The money’s the important thing.
Yes. I’ll just think of the wealth I will soon enjoy. For that I can do anything. I take a few deep breaths, and my stomach settles down.
Abdul pays the driver, then turns to me. In response to his questioning expression, I nod. “I like your plan, Abdul. Divide and conquer. Peeling Jones's pilot friend away from him is the key. Maybe if she suddenly started to have some mechanical difficulties with her aircraft…?”
The cab comes to a stop, but I don’t move for a moment. I’m still digesting Abdul’s words. His assertion that this is “not a campaign for the squeamish” is a little disturbing. Does he mean that I will have to sleep with this Dr. Jones? I’m not necessarily opposed to the idea, as long as he’s decent-looking.
But what if he’s not? Suppose he looks like, oh, Lionel Poole? Could I do it then?
My mischievous brain conjures up an image of Poole’s plump body, red face, and watery eyes. I try to imagine kissing him … letting him touch me … taking his (probably small) penis into my mouth – and then my stomach churns. I clamp a hand over my mouth against the sudden attack of nausea.
Stop it, I tell myself. Think of the money. The money’s the important thing.
Yes. I’ll just think of the wealth I will soon enjoy. For that I can do anything. I take a few deep breaths, and my stomach settles down.
Abdul pays the driver, then turns to me. In response to his questioning expression, I nod. “I like your plan, Abdul. Divide and conquer. Peeling Jones's pilot friend away from him is the key. Maybe if she suddenly started to have some mechanical difficulties with her aircraft…?”
Iniana Jones
Is standing there behind a crowd of people and a pillar watching them as they sit in the cab talking as he can read lips.Wondering if they are after the same thing he is.
(Looking at the lady as if he is pleased by the way she looks)smiles thinkig to himself knowing he cannot be seen.
OOC:If the 2 in the cab are with me or
against me let me know please.
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Death smiles at us all.All we can do is smile back.
Is standing there behind a crowd of people and a pillar watching them as they sit in the cab talking as he can read lips.Wondering if they are after the same thing he is.
(Looking at the lady as if he is pleased by the way she looks)smiles thinkig to himself knowing he cannot be seen.
OOC:If the 2 in the cab are with me or
against me let me know please.
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Death smiles at us all.All we can do is smile back.
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Guest
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"Oh I'm not going to stop until you're calling the Faithful to prayer Sweetheart."
Syd was digging her hands into the window sill as Indy slowly took her from behind. He desperately wanted to reach around and fill his palms with her breasts but that would spoil the game. So instead he busied himself with her clit, using both hands, one to gently spread the folds away and the other to massage the hot slick nub in quick little oval movements.
She pushed herself back, driving him deeper inside. His thrusts became more stronger and faster, pushing up from the souls of his feet, he lifted her an inch off the ground with each stroke.
"Damn Baby you feel so hot!"
"I am hot Jones...It's a hundred and...ahhhhhHHH!"
"SHHHHHH!! He whispers in her ear, "not so loud."
His cock is a throbbing log, filling up her pussy
His fingers are pulling, pinching and rubbing that fiery little pearl and both of them are right on the edge. She teeters on her tiptoes, every nerve extended.
"INNNDYYY..."
"Hush! I know it's hard but..bbbbut..."
"NoOOO...a cab. Down there a CABBBB!"
"COMPANEEEEEEEEEEEE"
She gasps.
Jones is no condition to look since at this moment
the wave topples him and he is nothing but the delicious sensation of warm pulsing cum rocketing into his old pal, Sydney.
Syd was digging her hands into the window sill as Indy slowly took her from behind. He desperately wanted to reach around and fill his palms with her breasts but that would spoil the game. So instead he busied himself with her clit, using both hands, one to gently spread the folds away and the other to massage the hot slick nub in quick little oval movements.
She pushed herself back, driving him deeper inside. His thrusts became more stronger and faster, pushing up from the souls of his feet, he lifted her an inch off the ground with each stroke.
"Damn Baby you feel so hot!"
"I am hot Jones...It's a hundred and...ahhhhhHHH!"
"SHHHHHH!! He whispers in her ear, "not so loud."
His cock is a throbbing log, filling up her pussy
His fingers are pulling, pinching and rubbing that fiery little pearl and both of them are right on the edge. She teeters on her tiptoes, every nerve extended.
"INNNDYYY..."
"Hush! I know it's hard but..bbbbut..."
"NoOOO...a cab. Down there a CABBBB!"
"COMPANEEEEEEEEEEEE"
She gasps.
Jones is no condition to look since at this moment
the wave topples him and he is nothing but the delicious sensation of warm pulsing cum rocketing into his old pal, Sydney.
Syd
Having to maintain a face that did not imply anything untoward was happening was difficult with Indy pounding into me from behind. Gripping the window sill, being forced off of the ground by the force of his movements, the feelings of arousal and satisfaction causing me to want to scream straight to the sky. Only Indy's voice, soft, whispering behind me, kept that small part of my brain focused on remaining mask-like.
As Indy's hands played with my clit, sweat once again broke out as I thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing, yet fought for control. Finally, on the verge of dropping onto the other side of pleasure, I noticed a cab pull up and my heart stops as I see Abdul himself get out. I try to bring it to Indy's attention, yet he is too far gone. My eyes seem glued on Abdul, but my body finally resists the urge to hold out and my orgasm is a silent scream as my pussy clamps down on Indy's cock, my head resting against his shoulder.
As we stand there, trying to recover and catch our breath, I feel Indy put his arms about me.
"Mmmm....Indy?"
"Yes? What is it? Are you going to tell me I'm the most fantastic lover you've ever had?"
"No, not really. In fact, not at all."
He pulls his head away from my neck, and turns to look at me.
"WHAT? How can you say that? You know I sure as hell am!"
Laughing, I point at the window..
"I can build your ego another time, Jones. We've got company coming."
Indy glances over the sill just in time to see Abdul and his assistant walk into the hotel.
"Hurry! We have to get dressed!"
Scurrying around the room, we try to find the necessary clothing to put on, knowing that Abdul will be here within minutes. I grab a pair of silk and lace panties and matching bra, then slip a cool, sleeveless dress over my body. The dress hugs my curves, but is slightly tight against my breasts. I quickly brush my auburn hair until it turns into a silky sheen, and add a touch of lipstick.
My hands are shaking, and I almost drop both the lipstick and the perfume, and I know it is at the thought of meeting Abdul in this very confined space. I wonder if he will recognize me? I had once tried to stop one of his scemes and had barely made it out of Morocco and out of his clutches. He swore revenge then....what will he do now??
At the knock on the door, I look at Indy. He squeezes my shoulder as he goes to the door. He opens it, and my heart and breath stop......
OOC: Ariosto....you call me "old" again, and I'll do more than just "whack" you!!
Ceaser....check your PM, I'll give you some ideas
Having to maintain a face that did not imply anything untoward was happening was difficult with Indy pounding into me from behind. Gripping the window sill, being forced off of the ground by the force of his movements, the feelings of arousal and satisfaction causing me to want to scream straight to the sky. Only Indy's voice, soft, whispering behind me, kept that small part of my brain focused on remaining mask-like.
As Indy's hands played with my clit, sweat once again broke out as I thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing, yet fought for control. Finally, on the verge of dropping onto the other side of pleasure, I noticed a cab pull up and my heart stops as I see Abdul himself get out. I try to bring it to Indy's attention, yet he is too far gone. My eyes seem glued on Abdul, but my body finally resists the urge to hold out and my orgasm is a silent scream as my pussy clamps down on Indy's cock, my head resting against his shoulder.
As we stand there, trying to recover and catch our breath, I feel Indy put his arms about me.
"Mmmm....Indy?"
"Yes? What is it? Are you going to tell me I'm the most fantastic lover you've ever had?"
"No, not really. In fact, not at all."
He pulls his head away from my neck, and turns to look at me.
"WHAT? How can you say that? You know I sure as hell am!"
Laughing, I point at the window..
"I can build your ego another time, Jones. We've got company coming."
Indy glances over the sill just in time to see Abdul and his assistant walk into the hotel.
"Hurry! We have to get dressed!"
Scurrying around the room, we try to find the necessary clothing to put on, knowing that Abdul will be here within minutes. I grab a pair of silk and lace panties and matching bra, then slip a cool, sleeveless dress over my body. The dress hugs my curves, but is slightly tight against my breasts. I quickly brush my auburn hair until it turns into a silky sheen, and add a touch of lipstick.
My hands are shaking, and I almost drop both the lipstick and the perfume, and I know it is at the thought of meeting Abdul in this very confined space. I wonder if he will recognize me? I had once tried to stop one of his scemes and had barely made it out of Morocco and out of his clutches. He swore revenge then....what will he do now??
At the knock on the door, I look at Indy. He squeezes my shoulder as he goes to the door. He opens it, and my heart and breath stop......
OOC: Ariosto....you call me "old" again, and I'll do more than just "whack" you!!
Ceaser....check your PM, I'll give you some ideas
Indana
As i lok at Abdul i notice that there is movment in the window above me and as i look up i see a lady's naked body and i catch myself stareing at her as i feel a slight stir in my pants but then come back and notice that Abdul and a ladu is getting out of the cab and going inside
the hotel and decide to try to follow to see what they are doing here and find out what they want.As i my mind drifts back to the look of tehe lady in the window while i wait for them to enter so i may follow.
As i lok at Abdul i notice that there is movment in the window above me and as i look up i see a lady's naked body and i catch myself stareing at her as i feel a slight stir in my pants but then come back and notice that Abdul and a ladu is getting out of the cab and going inside
the hotel and decide to try to follow to see what they are doing here and find out what they want.As i my mind drifts back to the look of tehe lady in the window while i wait for them to enter so i may follow.
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Abdul
Stepping out of the cab, I offer Elaine my hand, seeing the questioning look in her face.
"What actions you take, are of your own desire and decisions, Miss Davis" I tell her, escorting her into the hotel and into the seedy lobby.
Walking up the narrow, stained stairs, the smell of beer and urine almost overpowering, we approach the room, which the clerk identified as Dr. Jones and his assitants.
Hearing the scurry of footsteps, and hushed voices inside, I smile. From the streets I had seen a pale female form, and wondered who Dr. Jones had found to play with.
At my knock, the door opens quickly, and I see Dr Jones standing inside the opening. Greeting him as if he were a long lost brother, I survey the room, smelling the odor of sex, and seeing his associate.
"AH, Dr. Jones, Welcome to Casablanca, I see your taste in furnishings is as cheap as ever, and your taste in women is as remarkable as ever" I say graciously, patting him on the back.
"Let me introduce you to my partner, Miss Elaine Davis, she will be with you thru the negotiations, and to ensure delivery of the goods." I inform him, not missing his interested leer, at the sight of her. "Perhaps you would introduce your associate, she looks as charming dressed, as she does undressed, and her face is vaguely familiar"
Keeping my face bland, my eyes survey the room, not missing the clothing hurriedly kicked under the sagging furniture, or the flare of anger in the womens eyes behind Dr Jones.
Stepping out of the cab, I offer Elaine my hand, seeing the questioning look in her face.
"What actions you take, are of your own desire and decisions, Miss Davis" I tell her, escorting her into the hotel and into the seedy lobby.
Walking up the narrow, stained stairs, the smell of beer and urine almost overpowering, we approach the room, which the clerk identified as Dr. Jones and his assitants.
Hearing the scurry of footsteps, and hushed voices inside, I smile. From the streets I had seen a pale female form, and wondered who Dr. Jones had found to play with.
At my knock, the door opens quickly, and I see Dr Jones standing inside the opening. Greeting him as if he were a long lost brother, I survey the room, smelling the odor of sex, and seeing his associate.
"AH, Dr. Jones, Welcome to Casablanca, I see your taste in furnishings is as cheap as ever, and your taste in women is as remarkable as ever" I say graciously, patting him on the back.
"Let me introduce you to my partner, Miss Elaine Davis, she will be with you thru the negotiations, and to ensure delivery of the goods." I inform him, not missing his interested leer, at the sight of her. "Perhaps you would introduce your associate, she looks as charming dressed, as she does undressed, and her face is vaguely familiar"
Keeping my face bland, my eyes survey the room, not missing the clothing hurriedly kicked under the sagging furniture, or the flare of anger in the womens eyes behind Dr Jones.
Syd
As Abdul walks into the room, my fear overwhelms me. I feel the trembling begin in the depths of my core and hate the feeling of it spreading outward.
I notice the way he acts towards Jones.....one would think they were long lost brothers. Then the comment about me - dressed and undressed. Abdul is a powerful man in Morocco, not one to be trifled with, and yet my typical redhead's temper flares at his comment and at his indiscretion.
Tempted to say something in retort, I quickly rethink doing that.....best not to give this man ammunition he can use against you. I walk up to Jones, standing slightly behind him, and take his hand in mine. I know he can feel me trembling and I know he must be wondering why.
I wait for the introductions, to see if Abdul will remember the name, since he has't placed my face yet.....
As Abdul walks into the room, my fear overwhelms me. I feel the trembling begin in the depths of my core and hate the feeling of it spreading outward.
I notice the way he acts towards Jones.....one would think they were long lost brothers. Then the comment about me - dressed and undressed. Abdul is a powerful man in Morocco, not one to be trifled with, and yet my typical redhead's temper flares at his comment and at his indiscretion.
Tempted to say something in retort, I quickly rethink doing that.....best not to give this man ammunition he can use against you. I walk up to Jones, standing slightly behind him, and take his hand in mine. I know he can feel me trembling and I know he must be wondering why.
I wait for the introductions, to see if Abdul will remember the name, since he has't placed my face yet.....
Follows them silently up the stairs and watcches to see then go into the room adn watches for the door to shut as he slistens to t Vioces inside t room as they talk trying to figure what is gong on here and if they are after the same as i *gets sweaty from the heat and the rushing blood as his nerves are at their height of being frayed from fear of being caught but feels he must stay to listen to find out what he can of this group*
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Elaine Davis
I can see from the flash of anger on the other woman’s face that Abdul has struck home with his comment. Yet another of his many talents. His putdowns are as swift and subtle as a stiletto in the ribs, and usually delivered with the most charming of smiles.
I’m actually a little pleased that Abdul took her off balance so easily, because there’s something about her that I don’t like. It isn’t just that she’s more attractive than I had expected, although that is quite a surprise in itself (I had thought that a female pilot would be a little more, well, mannish). No, it’s something in the way she carries herself, something that suggests toughness of character. In her own way she will probably be as big a pest as Dr. Jones.
And speaking of Dr. Jones…
He’s another surprise, but a very pleasant one. I had feared that he would be a tweedy, fussy little professor type, dry as dust but only half as interesting. Instead he’s tall and handsome – you might even say “rugged.” He doesn’t look anything like the academics I’ve known. What a relief it is to be wrong!
Smiling my warmest smile, I approach Dr. Jones, hand extended. “Doctor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I can’t resist adding, “I’ve heard so much about you.”
His strong, warm hand clasps mine and we shake. I keep my eyes on his the entire time, still smiling but taking careful note of the way his eyes dip to my bust. Yes, I take note of that, along with the slightly disheveled appearances of Dr. Jones and his companion, and the heady sex musk that permeates the room. All of these things add up to one interesting piece of information: Dr. Jones evidently thinks of himself as a bit of a rake. This is good. I can use this.
I hold Dr. Jones’s hand a second longer than necessary, then release it and turn to the other woman. “Elaine Davis,” I say, offering her my hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
I can see from the flash of anger on the other woman’s face that Abdul has struck home with his comment. Yet another of his many talents. His putdowns are as swift and subtle as a stiletto in the ribs, and usually delivered with the most charming of smiles.
I’m actually a little pleased that Abdul took her off balance so easily, because there’s something about her that I don’t like. It isn’t just that she’s more attractive than I had expected, although that is quite a surprise in itself (I had thought that a female pilot would be a little more, well, mannish). No, it’s something in the way she carries herself, something that suggests toughness of character. In her own way she will probably be as big a pest as Dr. Jones.
And speaking of Dr. Jones…
He’s another surprise, but a very pleasant one. I had feared that he would be a tweedy, fussy little professor type, dry as dust but only half as interesting. Instead he’s tall and handsome – you might even say “rugged.” He doesn’t look anything like the academics I’ve known. What a relief it is to be wrong!
Smiling my warmest smile, I approach Dr. Jones, hand extended. “Doctor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I can’t resist adding, “I’ve heard so much about you.”
His strong, warm hand clasps mine and we shake. I keep my eyes on his the entire time, still smiling but taking careful note of the way his eyes dip to my bust. Yes, I take note of that, along with the slightly disheveled appearances of Dr. Jones and his companion, and the heady sex musk that permeates the room. All of these things add up to one interesting piece of information: Dr. Jones evidently thinks of himself as a bit of a rake. This is good. I can use this.
I hold Dr. Jones’s hand a second longer than necessary, then release it and turn to the other woman. “Elaine Davis,” I say, offering her my hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
ariosto
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Indy's eyes flashed at Syd when Abdul made the remark about looking good undressed.
She's certainly been around since she left Grad School he thought.
Then Elaine Davis cool hand slipped into his and he was momentarily diverted. Leaning over he gave it a continental kiss and beamed up at her. Never breaking his smile even as Sydney's nails dug painfully into his palm.
"How delightful Miss Davis to meet you. Someday you must tell me how you came to be associated with the slimiest most underhanded antiquities dealer in North Africa."
Far from being offended the Arab laughed at the description and clapped Indy on the back as Elaine Davis and Syd exchanged a chilly greeting.
"Why don't we all sit down and have a drink. I think Abdhul is our only practicing Moslem and he don't practice much!"
Everyone snickered at the little joke and Jones miraculously produced a bottle of Pernod from his
battered satchel and four paper cups.
"Drink quick everybody or it will soak right through."
Syd drank but wondered how any one could like the awful stuff.
Elaine Davis sat slightly apart from the rest and with her long legs fetchingly crossed provided a bit of decorative distraction.
"Okay Abdhul, How much for the statue?"
Syd was ready to get this business overwith in a hurry.
"Ahhhh...what my associate means to say," He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed...hard.
"Is that we believe you are in posession of a tawdry but not worthless Egyptian artifact.
A poorly made XXIst dynasty copy of the...ummmm
Head of Ra. Yes that's it the Head of Ra."
Sydney had always thought that Indiana Jones was a used car salesman at heart.
She's certainly been around since she left Grad School he thought.
Then Elaine Davis cool hand slipped into his and he was momentarily diverted. Leaning over he gave it a continental kiss and beamed up at her. Never breaking his smile even as Sydney's nails dug painfully into his palm.
"How delightful Miss Davis to meet you. Someday you must tell me how you came to be associated with the slimiest most underhanded antiquities dealer in North Africa."
Far from being offended the Arab laughed at the description and clapped Indy on the back as Elaine Davis and Syd exchanged a chilly greeting.
"Why don't we all sit down and have a drink. I think Abdhul is our only practicing Moslem and he don't practice much!"
Everyone snickered at the little joke and Jones miraculously produced a bottle of Pernod from his
battered satchel and four paper cups.
"Drink quick everybody or it will soak right through."
Syd drank but wondered how any one could like the awful stuff.
Elaine Davis sat slightly apart from the rest and with her long legs fetchingly crossed provided a bit of decorative distraction.
"Okay Abdhul, How much for the statue?"
Syd was ready to get this business overwith in a hurry.
"Ahhhh...what my associate means to say," He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed...hard.
"Is that we believe you are in posession of a tawdry but not worthless Egyptian artifact.
A poorly made XXIst dynasty copy of the...ummmm
Head of Ra. Yes that's it the Head of Ra."
Sydney had always thought that Indiana Jones was a used car salesman at heart.
Syd
As Indy made the introductions, I watched Abdul's face. Smile in place, seemingly no recognition. Had he forgotten our last meeting? Or was he simply passing over recognition in true Middle Eastern culture?
As I mull on this, my attention is drawn to Miss Davis. Yes, she is lovely.....what is she doing with Abdul? I take quick notice of Indy's chivalrous behavior, and the way he lingers over her hand. I'm really too much upset by having Abdul in such tight quarters to worry overly-much about Miss Davis at the moment.....except to acknowledge her beauty and grace.
As Indy poured us a drink, I thought at first it would calm me....but I wasn't used to this, and could only manage a grimace.
Wanting Abdul out of the room as quickly as possible I spoke quickly and rashly. And felt Indy sink his nails into the delicate skin of my thigh. Wanting to cry out, I notice that Abdul is taking notice of the action with some interest, and I resolve not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me give into any pain.
I quickly close my mouth and bite my lower lip. Gotta stay quiet, Syd. Let Jones do the negotiating here. If he can settle a deal and get rid of Abdul, then you can get out of Casablanca forever. And hopefully Abdul calm expression means that he's forgotten the last time I stole a treasure from him and escaped his clutches...
As Indy made the introductions, I watched Abdul's face. Smile in place, seemingly no recognition. Had he forgotten our last meeting? Or was he simply passing over recognition in true Middle Eastern culture?
As I mull on this, my attention is drawn to Miss Davis. Yes, she is lovely.....what is she doing with Abdul? I take quick notice of Indy's chivalrous behavior, and the way he lingers over her hand. I'm really too much upset by having Abdul in such tight quarters to worry overly-much about Miss Davis at the moment.....except to acknowledge her beauty and grace.
As Indy poured us a drink, I thought at first it would calm me....but I wasn't used to this, and could only manage a grimace.
Wanting Abdul out of the room as quickly as possible I spoke quickly and rashly. And felt Indy sink his nails into the delicate skin of my thigh. Wanting to cry out, I notice that Abdul is taking notice of the action with some interest, and I resolve not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me give into any pain.
I quickly close my mouth and bite my lower lip. Gotta stay quiet, Syd. Let Jones do the negotiating here. If he can settle a deal and get rid of Abdul, then you can get out of Casablanca forever. And hopefully Abdul calm expression means that he's forgotten the last time I stole a treasure from him and escaped his clutches...
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Abdul
"AHHHH, INDY" I laugh, slapping him on the back at his insult "I am always amused at your sense of humour, my good freind"
"I have risen from the streets of Casablnca, to being the wealthiest, and most ruthless, by not playing my opponents game" I remind myself, keeping my face in a grin.
At Dr Jones offer of a drink I accept graciously, using the time to survey his associate, and pilot, an old freind of mine....
Ignoring her outburst, I notice how she responds to Dr Jones's hand, clenching her shapely leg. I prepare to show them just how the game is played, and why I am considered to be the lead player.
"Indy, let us not waste time, lying and trading insults, be that it may, as much fun that it is!" I laugh, and grandly say...
"We all know the value of the Headpeice of Ra, indeed you are the one who has valued it as priceless himself!! And who am I to argue with such an esteemed and knowledgable associate such as yourself!!!!" Slapping him on the back again, while I pour out my paper cup of rotten gas, I continue....
"Rather, Let us celebrate!!! I will bring the Priceless Headpeice of Ra, and you will pay only the 5 Million American Dollars, as we have agreed in our telegrams... We can exchange them both, at the finest restaurant in town, over the best meal and entertainment they can provide. All at my expense of course, for you will be my guests, while you stay with us, in Casablanca...Yes???"
Nodding my head, At Dr Jones's acceptance, I continue my smile, showing my pearl white teeth.
"Remember to dress in your finest" I remind him "It will be a night to long look back on, I promise. I will send my car for you, say...In an hour? It will take you to the restaurant in the style you deserve."
Noting Dr Jones's attention to Miss Davis's cleavage, and long legs I smile, and allow my eyes to drift over his associate.
"I am not the only one who notices Dr Jones's attentions to Miss Davis" I think gleefully to myself, as I offer my hand to her, helping Elaine to her feet.
"I look forward to the evening....as you should also, Indy, I hear the female hosts are quite lovely, and attentive at the Casbah...Miss Baker, it was a pleasure meeting you, I hope you will save a dance for me, this evening? I look forward to it!" I continue as Miss Davis and I leave the room, and head for the stairs.
Once inside the waiting cab, I instruct my cousin to return us to our homes, and in what he must do this evening.
"You must drive quickly, to the airport, and pickup your brother, then return him to the Casbah, where I need him." I tell him, then return to the wretched hotel, and pickup our guests, in precisely one hour!"
Turning to Miss Davis, I smile gently, a sincere gesture for the first time since entering the hotel. "Our plans are all made, we wait only for the time to put them in effect" I say "Then we both shall be rich, beyond our dreams. Remember to wear that beautiful dress you had mentioned to me, it will have its effect on Dr Jones, I am sure...."
Agreeing to meet at the Casbah, we seperate, each heading to our homes to dress for the occasion, and our destiny.....
"AHHHH, INDY" I laugh, slapping him on the back at his insult "I am always amused at your sense of humour, my good freind"
"I have risen from the streets of Casablnca, to being the wealthiest, and most ruthless, by not playing my opponents game" I remind myself, keeping my face in a grin.
At Dr Jones offer of a drink I accept graciously, using the time to survey his associate, and pilot, an old freind of mine....
Ignoring her outburst, I notice how she responds to Dr Jones's hand, clenching her shapely leg. I prepare to show them just how the game is played, and why I am considered to be the lead player.
"Indy, let us not waste time, lying and trading insults, be that it may, as much fun that it is!" I laugh, and grandly say...
"We all know the value of the Headpeice of Ra, indeed you are the one who has valued it as priceless himself!! And who am I to argue with such an esteemed and knowledgable associate such as yourself!!!!" Slapping him on the back again, while I pour out my paper cup of rotten gas, I continue....
"Rather, Let us celebrate!!! I will bring the Priceless Headpeice of Ra, and you will pay only the 5 Million American Dollars, as we have agreed in our telegrams... We can exchange them both, at the finest restaurant in town, over the best meal and entertainment they can provide. All at my expense of course, for you will be my guests, while you stay with us, in Casablanca...Yes???"
Nodding my head, At Dr Jones's acceptance, I continue my smile, showing my pearl white teeth.
"Remember to dress in your finest" I remind him "It will be a night to long look back on, I promise. I will send my car for you, say...In an hour? It will take you to the restaurant in the style you deserve."
Noting Dr Jones's attention to Miss Davis's cleavage, and long legs I smile, and allow my eyes to drift over his associate.
"I am not the only one who notices Dr Jones's attentions to Miss Davis" I think gleefully to myself, as I offer my hand to her, helping Elaine to her feet.
"I look forward to the evening....as you should also, Indy, I hear the female hosts are quite lovely, and attentive at the Casbah...Miss Baker, it was a pleasure meeting you, I hope you will save a dance for me, this evening? I look forward to it!" I continue as Miss Davis and I leave the room, and head for the stairs.
Once inside the waiting cab, I instruct my cousin to return us to our homes, and in what he must do this evening.
"You must drive quickly, to the airport, and pickup your brother, then return him to the Casbah, where I need him." I tell him, then return to the wretched hotel, and pickup our guests, in precisely one hour!"
Turning to Miss Davis, I smile gently, a sincere gesture for the first time since entering the hotel. "Our plans are all made, we wait only for the time to put them in effect" I say "Then we both shall be rich, beyond our dreams. Remember to wear that beautiful dress you had mentioned to me, it will have its effect on Dr Jones, I am sure...."
Agreeing to meet at the Casbah, we seperate, each heading to our homes to dress for the occasion, and our destiny.....
Syd
As Abdul leaves, I begin to breathe a little easier. I can't shake the feeling that he recognized me....even if he didn't come right out and say it. As I stand in the room, clutching the back of a chair, I concentrate on breathing deeply. Suddenly, the realization that we will once again be in Abdul's company brings a closeness of fear within me.
Vaguely I notice that Indy is tossing clothes around, looking for something that might pass for evening wear. Yup....same old Jones. The only clothes ever brings are khakis, white shirt, boots, leather jacket, and old felt fedora hat. Looking at me, he shrugs...
"The finest clothes? I forgot to bring my tux with me on the trip. Hey, Syd, you don't have anything either, do you?"
I numbly shake my head no. Indy walks over the phone and dials up the front desk. In a clear, strong voice he instructs the clerk to get him a set of evening clothes and to bring up a couple of dresses for me.
Hanging up, he spins me to the bathroom to start getting dressed. As I look at my self in the mirror, I almost absently put on a little make-up. In this heat, the less make-up the better. I pull up my hair in a flattering style, and dab some perfume behind each ear. There is a knock, and a young man hands Indy a few boxes before retreating with his tip.
Indy hands me three, and of the three presented, I select an deep emerald green satin gown, sleeveless, cut low in the front and the back, that clings to my figure and has a slight, small train attached. White opera length gloves encase my hands and arms. Underneath, I slip on some emeral green lace panties, and slide on white sandals before turning to Jones for his approval or disapproval.
As Abdul leaves, I begin to breathe a little easier. I can't shake the feeling that he recognized me....even if he didn't come right out and say it. As I stand in the room, clutching the back of a chair, I concentrate on breathing deeply. Suddenly, the realization that we will once again be in Abdul's company brings a closeness of fear within me.
Vaguely I notice that Indy is tossing clothes around, looking for something that might pass for evening wear. Yup....same old Jones. The only clothes ever brings are khakis, white shirt, boots, leather jacket, and old felt fedora hat. Looking at me, he shrugs...
"The finest clothes? I forgot to bring my tux with me on the trip. Hey, Syd, you don't have anything either, do you?"
I numbly shake my head no. Indy walks over the phone and dials up the front desk. In a clear, strong voice he instructs the clerk to get him a set of evening clothes and to bring up a couple of dresses for me.
Hanging up, he spins me to the bathroom to start getting dressed. As I look at my self in the mirror, I almost absently put on a little make-up. In this heat, the less make-up the better. I pull up my hair in a flattering style, and dab some perfume behind each ear. There is a knock, and a young man hands Indy a few boxes before retreating with his tip.
Indy hands me three, and of the three presented, I select an deep emerald green satin gown, sleeveless, cut low in the front and the back, that clings to my figure and has a slight, small train attached. White opera length gloves encase my hands and arms. Underneath, I slip on some emeral green lace panties, and slide on white sandals before turning to Jones for his approval or disapproval.
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"Oh you do look swell Syd! Really elegant. Quite lovely!...not at all like yourself."
Indy's tux has seen better days. He wears it with the grace of a an orangutang in a suit of armor.
Syd makes a face at him,
"Five million dollars Doctor Jones?
Where exactly are you going to get it! I had to lend you the money to get this palatial suite!"
He grins at her and heads for the leather satchel which is beginning to take on the mystique of a magician's hat full of big fat bunnies. Rummaging inside of it a look of consternation crosses his face but he finally pulls out a small rumpled paper bag and holds it up triumphantly.
"That Jones can not hold five million bucks."
He walks over.
"Hold out your hands."
Syd is suddenly clutching frantically at the diamonds, rubies, saphires and emeralds that cascade into and through her fingers.
"OH GOD!...God!...Jones..Help!"
She was on her knees and Indy was laughing at her attempts to gather up the gemstones. He was also enjoying the sway of her breasts in the low cut gown.
"Damn it...Help me...Just look at this stuff."
Indy squatted down and started to pluck diamonds from the Persian carpet.
"Pretty isn't it? and almost a tenth of it is real."
She looked at him blankly as a knock sounded at the door.
"Doctor Jones, Miss Baker...I've come to take you to the restaurant."
"Don't worry Kid," He whispered, "I know what I'm doing."
Indy's tux has seen better days. He wears it with the grace of a an orangutang in a suit of armor.
Syd makes a face at him,
"Five million dollars Doctor Jones?
Where exactly are you going to get it! I had to lend you the money to get this palatial suite!"
He grins at her and heads for the leather satchel which is beginning to take on the mystique of a magician's hat full of big fat bunnies. Rummaging inside of it a look of consternation crosses his face but he finally pulls out a small rumpled paper bag and holds it up triumphantly.
"That Jones can not hold five million bucks."
He walks over.
"Hold out your hands."
Syd is suddenly clutching frantically at the diamonds, rubies, saphires and emeralds that cascade into and through her fingers.
"OH GOD!...God!...Jones..Help!"
She was on her knees and Indy was laughing at her attempts to gather up the gemstones. He was also enjoying the sway of her breasts in the low cut gown.
"Damn it...Help me...Just look at this stuff."
Indy squatted down and started to pluck diamonds from the Persian carpet.
"Pretty isn't it? and almost a tenth of it is real."
She looked at him blankly as a knock sounded at the door.
"Doctor Jones, Miss Baker...I've come to take you to the restaurant."
"Don't worry Kid," He whispered, "I know what I'm doing."
*sits in the back of the place waiting for them to arrive.He sits there sipping his wine thinking about the 5 million and what he would do w/ it but then quickly chanes his mind to think about the headdress of Ra and what he could do w/ it as a smile plays across his lips.Thinking back the sight of the naked lady in the window.As he sips his wine as looks to the door*
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Elaine Davis
Once home, I take a quick bath and then immediately begin to dress for the evening. First, the undergarments. After some deliberation I decide to wear the black ensemble I bought during a trip to Paris last year: black satin panties, black garter belt and sheer, black stockings made of the finest silk. They cost me plenty, but when I look at myself in the mirror I decide that they were worth every cent. In fact, you might call them a business expense.
I look at my reflection, at the sinful black lingerie accenting my creamy-smooth skin, at the way my long black hair falls to my shoulders in a glossy black wave, and suddenly I imagine standing before Dr. Jones like this. A shiver runs down my spine and my nipples tighten.
Careful, Elaine, I remind myself. Business first. Pleasure later. When you’re rich you can sleep with a different guy every day of the week, and two on Sundays.
I shake myself out of my reverie and continue the task of getting ready. The dress I plan to wear is brand-new, perfect for this occasion: a black satin evening gown with spaghetti-thin shoulder straps. The straps are made of clear beads which are nearly invisible against my skin, thereby creating the illusion that there are no straps at all. It falls midway down my back, and its deep neckline offers a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The hemline reaches my knees, but this concession to modesty is canceled out by the nine-inch slit up left side of the dress, which offers plenty of glimpses of stocking. A pair of open toe black sandals completes my outfit.
I look at myself in the mirror once again and realize that something is missing. Of course – jewelry! I go to my jewelry box and after a few seconds of rummaging I come up with a gold and onyx pendant on a fine chain, with matching gold and onyx earrings. Putting these on makes me feel fully dressed, and I’m delighted to see that they complement my outfit perfectly.
A touch of lipstick and a dab of perfume, a couple of final strokes of the hairbrush, and I can finally say that I’m ready. I drape my wrap around my shoulders, then pick up my evening bag and prepare to leave. My pulse quickens as I think about what lies ahead.
It should be a very interesting evening.
Once home, I take a quick bath and then immediately begin to dress for the evening. First, the undergarments. After some deliberation I decide to wear the black ensemble I bought during a trip to Paris last year: black satin panties, black garter belt and sheer, black stockings made of the finest silk. They cost me plenty, but when I look at myself in the mirror I decide that they were worth every cent. In fact, you might call them a business expense.
I look at my reflection, at the sinful black lingerie accenting my creamy-smooth skin, at the way my long black hair falls to my shoulders in a glossy black wave, and suddenly I imagine standing before Dr. Jones like this. A shiver runs down my spine and my nipples tighten.
Careful, Elaine, I remind myself. Business first. Pleasure later. When you’re rich you can sleep with a different guy every day of the week, and two on Sundays.
I shake myself out of my reverie and continue the task of getting ready. The dress I plan to wear is brand-new, perfect for this occasion: a black satin evening gown with spaghetti-thin shoulder straps. The straps are made of clear beads which are nearly invisible against my skin, thereby creating the illusion that there are no straps at all. It falls midway down my back, and its deep neckline offers a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The hemline reaches my knees, but this concession to modesty is canceled out by the nine-inch slit up left side of the dress, which offers plenty of glimpses of stocking. A pair of open toe black sandals completes my outfit.
I look at myself in the mirror once again and realize that something is missing. Of course – jewelry! I go to my jewelry box and after a few seconds of rummaging I come up with a gold and onyx pendant on a fine chain, with matching gold and onyx earrings. Putting these on makes me feel fully dressed, and I’m delighted to see that they complement my outfit perfectly.
A touch of lipstick and a dab of perfume, a couple of final strokes of the hairbrush, and I can finally say that I’m ready. I drape my wrap around my shoulders, then pick up my evening bag and prepare to leave. My pulse quickens as I think about what lies ahead.
It should be a very interesting evening.
Syd
"Jones, you worry me when you say you know what you are doing. It's usually about the time things go wrong."
As he swatted my ass, I jumped. I grabbed the matching green wrap, and bag and glanced once more in the mirror. Yes, jewelry would be nice, but hey, I supposed I look just as good without it.
Indy was craming the "jewels" into the bag and started to pull on my arm.
"Come on, Syd, let's go."
I spritzed some perfume behind each ear and down between my breasts, and followed Indy out the door. I had no desire to see Abdul again, but I supposed there was no getting around it at this point.
When we got out of the hotel, the sleek, black Mercedes stood as a vivid reminder to this neighborhood that there were folks who were doing well. Trying to climb into the car without mussing my hair, not dropping wrap or bag, and fighting a train were all difficult. Indy started to chuckle and was laughing outright when he got into the car.
"Syd, you look great, but you need to stick to those greasy coveralls you seem to be so fond of!"
My eyes narrowed at him, and I swung my bag, hitting upside the head.
"I'll thank you to know that I can dress up just like any other girl, Jones!"
"Yeah, but if you keep wielding that bag like a club, you'll spoil the illusion!"
Indy reached over and started to rub my knee through the material of the gown, sliding upwards. I could feel his eyes on me, but my thoughts were consumed with Abdul. The cruelty around his lips. The rumors I had heard. I didn't believe for a minute that he could forget me grabbing that statue that he was almost guaranteed one million for. I had so narrowly missed his grasp that time. His words of revenge, should he ever see me again, still ringing in my ears.
Knowing something was up, Indy abandoned the knee, and put his arm around me, drawing me close to him.
"Hey....HEY KID! It'll be fine. Remember, I'm with you, ok?"
I smiled up at him. "Yeah, I know. I appreciate that."
Before he could ask what else was wrong, we arrived at the restaurant. Elegant in a very understated way, I was familiar enough with it to know that any item on the menu was more than I could afford.
Entering the restaurant, my wrap is taken, and we are lead to the table. I feel eyes upon me, and know that for such a place as this, a woman should have some jewelry to display. I was also very conscious of the train behind, trying to be careful not to trip over it as I walked.
As we reached the table, Abdul was already there. I felt his eyes take in my form, and once again a vague shadow crossed my features...
"Jones, you worry me when you say you know what you are doing. It's usually about the time things go wrong."
As he swatted my ass, I jumped. I grabbed the matching green wrap, and bag and glanced once more in the mirror. Yes, jewelry would be nice, but hey, I supposed I look just as good without it.
Indy was craming the "jewels" into the bag and started to pull on my arm.
"Come on, Syd, let's go."
I spritzed some perfume behind each ear and down between my breasts, and followed Indy out the door. I had no desire to see Abdul again, but I supposed there was no getting around it at this point.
When we got out of the hotel, the sleek, black Mercedes stood as a vivid reminder to this neighborhood that there were folks who were doing well. Trying to climb into the car without mussing my hair, not dropping wrap or bag, and fighting a train were all difficult. Indy started to chuckle and was laughing outright when he got into the car.
"Syd, you look great, but you need to stick to those greasy coveralls you seem to be so fond of!"
My eyes narrowed at him, and I swung my bag, hitting upside the head.
"I'll thank you to know that I can dress up just like any other girl, Jones!"
"Yeah, but if you keep wielding that bag like a club, you'll spoil the illusion!"
Indy reached over and started to rub my knee through the material of the gown, sliding upwards. I could feel his eyes on me, but my thoughts were consumed with Abdul. The cruelty around his lips. The rumors I had heard. I didn't believe for a minute that he could forget me grabbing that statue that he was almost guaranteed one million for. I had so narrowly missed his grasp that time. His words of revenge, should he ever see me again, still ringing in my ears.
Knowing something was up, Indy abandoned the knee, and put his arm around me, drawing me close to him.
"Hey....HEY KID! It'll be fine. Remember, I'm with you, ok?"
I smiled up at him. "Yeah, I know. I appreciate that."
Before he could ask what else was wrong, we arrived at the restaurant. Elegant in a very understated way, I was familiar enough with it to know that any item on the menu was more than I could afford.
Entering the restaurant, my wrap is taken, and we are lead to the table. I feel eyes upon me, and know that for such a place as this, a woman should have some jewelry to display. I was also very conscious of the train behind, trying to be careful not to trip over it as I walked.
As we reached the table, Abdul was already there. I felt his eyes take in my form, and once again a vague shadow crossed my features...
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Abdul
Standing inside the Casbah, I look approvingly at the settings for the evening....
The largest room they have to offer is set aside for us, a large selection of local fruits and wines already adorning the table....
Large oil filled lanterns are burning, casting the shadows from the room, with their flickering light. In lieu of the customary pillows, I have ordered large padded chairs to be placed around the table, for our westerns guests.
"All is in place" I am assured by the manager, another cousin of mine, and I nob soberly at him replying.
"Much rides upon this evening, and as you will feel the rewards at our success, you willl also feel my wrath at failure"
Bowing deeply, he backs from the room, his face pale underneath his normally swarthy skin......
"Ahhh, Dr Jones, Miss Baker, make yourself comfortable, and partake of the lovely fruit and wine!!!" I say, standing and greeting the couple as they enter the room.....
"The manager has assured me his best chef and staff are on duty, to serve your every whim, so please...do not be afraid to test their skills in cuisine, hmmm?" I ramble pleasantly, as I pour large earthen glasses full of wine..."All that remains is for my lovely assistant to arrive, and we may begin our evening together"
My eyes wander over Miss Bakers lucious form, her curves normally hidden in her greasy coveralls, shown quite revealing in the lamplight...."Miss Baker, you clean up wonderfully" I compliment her, your presence here brightens our table, and promises an enjoyable evening."
"Ahhh, and here comes my lovely assistant now" I announce, standing and holding the chair back, to seat Miss Davis, as she enters. And lovely she is, her sensual image stunning, as she walks into the room......
Standing inside the Casbah, I look approvingly at the settings for the evening....
The largest room they have to offer is set aside for us, a large selection of local fruits and wines already adorning the table....
Large oil filled lanterns are burning, casting the shadows from the room, with their flickering light. In lieu of the customary pillows, I have ordered large padded chairs to be placed around the table, for our westerns guests.
"All is in place" I am assured by the manager, another cousin of mine, and I nob soberly at him replying.
"Much rides upon this evening, and as you will feel the rewards at our success, you willl also feel my wrath at failure"
Bowing deeply, he backs from the room, his face pale underneath his normally swarthy skin......
"Ahhh, Dr Jones, Miss Baker, make yourself comfortable, and partake of the lovely fruit and wine!!!" I say, standing and greeting the couple as they enter the room.....
"The manager has assured me his best chef and staff are on duty, to serve your every whim, so please...do not be afraid to test their skills in cuisine, hmmm?" I ramble pleasantly, as I pour large earthen glasses full of wine..."All that remains is for my lovely assistant to arrive, and we may begin our evening together"
My eyes wander over Miss Bakers lucious form, her curves normally hidden in her greasy coveralls, shown quite revealing in the lamplight...."Miss Baker, you clean up wonderfully" I compliment her, your presence here brightens our table, and promises an enjoyable evening."
"Ahhh, and here comes my lovely assistant now" I announce, standing and holding the chair back, to seat Miss Davis, as she enters. And lovely she is, her sensual image stunning, as she walks into the room......
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Elaine Davis
I stride into the Casbah, pretending not to notice the heads that turn my way. (Secretly, however, I love the attention.) The manager himself hurries out into the lobby to greet me, bowing and smiling broadly.
I mention Abdul’s name and his smile turns into a fixed grin. Beads of sweat pop out along his hairline. “Ah yes…Abdul told me to expect you, Miss Davis. He has booked a private room for the four of you. Would you like to leave your wrap in the coat check room?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.” I slip off my wrap and the manager’s eyes widen a bit. He seems to have difficulty tearing his gaze away from my upper body, but he eventually recovers enough of his poise to snap his fingers and call out, “Youssef! Come take the lady’s wrap!”
A tall, gangly boy who looks all of sixteen years old emerges from the coat check room to my right. His jaw drops when he sees me, and he stops in his tracks.
“Well? Come now! We mustn’t keep her waiting!” The manager gives me an apologetic look and shakes his head. I give him a small smile in return.
Youssef stumbles forward, reaches out a shaky hand and takes the garment from me. All the while his eyes are fixed on my body, and his mouth hangs open. He handles the wrap gingerly, as if he fears it may bite him, and the manager has to prompt him to give me a ticket so that I may retrieve it later. As I take the ticket, I look him in the eye and thank him, taking care to address him by name. He blushes and stammers a reply before turning and almost running back to the check room.
The manager clears his throat to get my attention, and when I turn back to him he is once again smiling. “Let me take you to your table, Miss Davis. The other members of your party have already arrived.”
“They have? Splendid.” There’s nothing I like better than being the last to arrive. I love making a big entrance.
We walk the short distance to the private room. The manager stops outside the door and turns to me. He smiles, but his body is tense and his eyes dart here and there, never focusing on one thing for very long. “Enjoy your meal, Miss Davis,” he says. “If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to ask.” I thank him for his kind service, and he nods in reply and opens the door for me. For some reason he is reluctant to accompany me past the threshold, and so I enter the room alone.
Dr. Jones, Miss Baker and Abdul are all seated at the lavishly set table. All three are beautifully dressed, but my eyes immediately seek out Dr. Jones. He looks like a motion picture star in his tuxedo, and the sight of him gives me another pleasant little shudder.
I’m about ten feet from the table when Abdul looks up. A broad smile spreads across his handsome face. “Ahhh, and here comes my lovely assistant now.” He stands up and pulls out the fourth chair for me.
“Thank you, Abdul.” I seat myself and look around the table, offering a smile to everyone. “Good evening, Miss Baker. My, that’s a lovely gown. And Dr. Jones.” My gaze holds his for a long moment. “So nice to see you again.”
I stride into the Casbah, pretending not to notice the heads that turn my way. (Secretly, however, I love the attention.) The manager himself hurries out into the lobby to greet me, bowing and smiling broadly.
I mention Abdul’s name and his smile turns into a fixed grin. Beads of sweat pop out along his hairline. “Ah yes…Abdul told me to expect you, Miss Davis. He has booked a private room for the four of you. Would you like to leave your wrap in the coat check room?”
“Yes, that would be lovely.” I slip off my wrap and the manager’s eyes widen a bit. He seems to have difficulty tearing his gaze away from my upper body, but he eventually recovers enough of his poise to snap his fingers and call out, “Youssef! Come take the lady’s wrap!”
A tall, gangly boy who looks all of sixteen years old emerges from the coat check room to my right. His jaw drops when he sees me, and he stops in his tracks.
“Well? Come now! We mustn’t keep her waiting!” The manager gives me an apologetic look and shakes his head. I give him a small smile in return.
Youssef stumbles forward, reaches out a shaky hand and takes the garment from me. All the while his eyes are fixed on my body, and his mouth hangs open. He handles the wrap gingerly, as if he fears it may bite him, and the manager has to prompt him to give me a ticket so that I may retrieve it later. As I take the ticket, I look him in the eye and thank him, taking care to address him by name. He blushes and stammers a reply before turning and almost running back to the check room.
The manager clears his throat to get my attention, and when I turn back to him he is once again smiling. “Let me take you to your table, Miss Davis. The other members of your party have already arrived.”
“They have? Splendid.” There’s nothing I like better than being the last to arrive. I love making a big entrance.
We walk the short distance to the private room. The manager stops outside the door and turns to me. He smiles, but his body is tense and his eyes dart here and there, never focusing on one thing for very long. “Enjoy your meal, Miss Davis,” he says. “If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to ask.” I thank him for his kind service, and he nods in reply and opens the door for me. For some reason he is reluctant to accompany me past the threshold, and so I enter the room alone.
Dr. Jones, Miss Baker and Abdul are all seated at the lavishly set table. All three are beautifully dressed, but my eyes immediately seek out Dr. Jones. He looks like a motion picture star in his tuxedo, and the sight of him gives me another pleasant little shudder.
I’m about ten feet from the table when Abdul looks up. A broad smile spreads across his handsome face. “Ahhh, and here comes my lovely assistant now.” He stands up and pulls out the fourth chair for me.
“Thank you, Abdul.” I seat myself and look around the table, offering a smile to everyone. “Good evening, Miss Baker. My, that’s a lovely gown. And Dr. Jones.” My gaze holds his for a long moment. “So nice to see you again.”
Syd
I watched as Miss Davis entered the room and took her seat. I was immediately aware of her grace and poise in such elegant surroundings, and a fleeting moment of envy passed through me as I realized that I probably DID feel more at ease in greasy coveralls under the cowling of some airplane engine.
Greeting each in turn, Miss Davis displayed her gracious nature - most likely just one of the attributes that got her the position with Abdul. Watching Jones' reaction to her, I could instantly see the other attributes.
Staring down at my hands, crossed in my lap, I suddenly had an overwhelming desire - no, NEED - to run from this place. But I had to stay focused. I had agreed to help Indy, and I never backed out of an agreement.
Patting the back of my hair with one gloved hand, I glance up and notice that Abdul is staring at me intensely. Suddenly self-conscious, I find that I don't know what to do with my hands. To try to appear more sophisticated, I attempt to pick up a glass of wine....and promptly spill it all over the table. Blushing deep crimson, I frantically try to clean up the mess with my napkin, and failing miserably.
"Ah, geez, Syd, you still that clutzy kid?" Indy's attempt at humor, to which I give him my "glare of death".
Suddenly Abdul snaps his fingers twice and two perfectly uniformed waiters appear and magically clean the mess I've just made. Sitting back in my seat, I hope that Casablanca will suddenly have a tremendous earthquake and swallow me up right here and now. Feeling eyes on me, I look up to find Abdul staring at me, a cruel grin playing around his mouth.
Pulling his eyes away from me, he looks at Indy, as Indy begins to address him...
I watched as Miss Davis entered the room and took her seat. I was immediately aware of her grace and poise in such elegant surroundings, and a fleeting moment of envy passed through me as I realized that I probably DID feel more at ease in greasy coveralls under the cowling of some airplane engine.
Greeting each in turn, Miss Davis displayed her gracious nature - most likely just one of the attributes that got her the position with Abdul. Watching Jones' reaction to her, I could instantly see the other attributes.
Staring down at my hands, crossed in my lap, I suddenly had an overwhelming desire - no, NEED - to run from this place. But I had to stay focused. I had agreed to help Indy, and I never backed out of an agreement.
Patting the back of my hair with one gloved hand, I glance up and notice that Abdul is staring at me intensely. Suddenly self-conscious, I find that I don't know what to do with my hands. To try to appear more sophisticated, I attempt to pick up a glass of wine....and promptly spill it all over the table. Blushing deep crimson, I frantically try to clean up the mess with my napkin, and failing miserably.
"Ah, geez, Syd, you still that clutzy kid?" Indy's attempt at humor, to which I give him my "glare of death".
Suddenly Abdul snaps his fingers twice and two perfectly uniformed waiters appear and magically clean the mess I've just made. Sitting back in my seat, I hope that Casablanca will suddenly have a tremendous earthquake and swallow me up right here and now. Feeling eyes on me, I look up to find Abdul staring at me, a cruel grin playing around his mouth.
Pulling his eyes away from me, he looks at Indy, as Indy begins to address him...
*watches as they enter and smiles to himself while watching the 2 ladies and their bodies and how they move *
i sit alone at the other side of the room watching and eafdiong thier lips to see what is going on and discover what they are here for and think i see i have some comapny on my journey
*smiles to himself *
i sit alone at the other side of the room watching and eafdiong thier lips to see what is going on and discover what they are here for and think i see i have some comapny on my journey
*smiles to himself *
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Indy knows that he has a knack for setting everyone at ease and is totally convinced that
his remark to Syd over the spilled wine has made the incident a lot less embarassing, just as his next remark should put her at ease regarding Miss Davis devastating dress for the evening...
"Look at her would you Syd. She makes us ALL look like Russian serfs!...Welcome Miss Davis."
Indy bowed low over Elaine's offered hand and kissed it for a second too long...
"Perhaps Jones if you can get your eyeballs out of Miss Davis' cleavage for a moment, we can get down to business."
Syd jammed her heel into his toe.
"Yessss, of course."
He said through clenched teeth.
"Sydney is always ready to close a deal and get it over with."
Abdhul had placed a small wooden casket on the table and was carefully unlocking it.
Indy pulled a leather pouch from his jacket.
Thank God he got rid of the paper bag...
"Oh my gosh!...Look at it Syd!"
She did and wasn't impressed. In the box lay the shrunken head of a man with goat's horns. Sort of...
The right side looked as though it had been melted and bent. The entire thing could be held in one hand and was the color of dark lead. It smelled....musty.
"Five million for that!"
"Shhhhhhh!" please, Abdhul admonished,
"There are "ears" all over Casabalanca."
Indy closed the lid.
"I'll need time to test this you know."
Abdhul draped an arm over his ssistant's exquisite shoulders.
"Yes of course. I have engaged a room for you. Miss Davis will hold the money and watch over it while you authenticate it there. Isn't that right Elaine?"
She smiled and looked at Indy with what can only be described as 'bedroom' eyes.
"Oh yes," she said,
"I can't wait to watch the great Doctor Jones at work."
"I hate to break this cozy little tete a tete up." Syd's nails were tapping on the table...
"But where am I while all this is going on."
his remark to Syd over the spilled wine has made the incident a lot less embarassing, just as his next remark should put her at ease regarding Miss Davis devastating dress for the evening...
"Look at her would you Syd. She makes us ALL look like Russian serfs!...Welcome Miss Davis."
Indy bowed low over Elaine's offered hand and kissed it for a second too long...
"Perhaps Jones if you can get your eyeballs out of Miss Davis' cleavage for a moment, we can get down to business."
Syd jammed her heel into his toe.
"Yessss, of course."
He said through clenched teeth.
"Sydney is always ready to close a deal and get it over with."
Abdhul had placed a small wooden casket on the table and was carefully unlocking it.
Indy pulled a leather pouch from his jacket.
Thank God he got rid of the paper bag...
"Oh my gosh!...Look at it Syd!"
She did and wasn't impressed. In the box lay the shrunken head of a man with goat's horns. Sort of...
The right side looked as though it had been melted and bent. The entire thing could be held in one hand and was the color of dark lead. It smelled....musty.
"Five million for that!"
"Shhhhhhh!" please, Abdhul admonished,
"There are "ears" all over Casabalanca."
Indy closed the lid.
"I'll need time to test this you know."
Abdhul draped an arm over his ssistant's exquisite shoulders.
"Yes of course. I have engaged a room for you. Miss Davis will hold the money and watch over it while you authenticate it there. Isn't that right Elaine?"
She smiled and looked at Indy with what can only be described as 'bedroom' eyes.
"Oh yes," she said,
"I can't wait to watch the great Doctor Jones at work."
"I hate to break this cozy little tete a tete up." Syd's nails were tapping on the table...
"But where am I while all this is going on."
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