Name That Voice (March 2005)

[TheEarl]

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The Earl

 

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BUMP ... please note changes.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=319033

Here we go! March's topic is a ROBBERY or MUGGING.

PM your contribution to me & I'll post it anonymously on this thread. I will truncate at 500 words ... because longer works make it more likely that an author will be identifiable.

• SUBMISSIONS CLOSE:
  midnight GMT Monday 7 March 2005
• PRELIMINARY GUESS CARDS DUE:
  midnight GMT Tuesday 8 March 2005
• LIST OF PARTICIPANTS POSTED:
  shortly after midnight GMT Tuesday 8 March 2005
• FINAL GUESS CARDS DUE:
  midnight GMT Friday 11 March 2005
• AUTHORS REVEALED:
  shortly after midnight GMT Friday 11 March 2005

DISCUSSION THREAD:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?goto=lastpost&t=319081

GUESS CARD THREAD:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=319610

 

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AUTHOR #22

“What are you doing here, missy? Huh?”

The voice was rough, gravelly, and she froze. Walking across the Park at this time of night had probably been a bad idea, but hells, she’d been left on her own with no cab fare, and cutting through had been the quickest way out of a bad situation.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be a case of out of the frying pan, and into the fire.

“I’m just goin’ home sir,” She replied softly, pulse racing. “I ain’t got anything’ you’ll be wantin’.”

A laugh was barked out, from a separate direction than the first voice. “Now, we’ll be the judge of that. Hand over your bag, and we won’t hurt you… too bad.”

The first voice spoke again before she had chance to reply. “And we’ll take your pretties too, if you don’t mind.”

She eyed the ring on her finger. It was worthless, even sentimentally now, but the thought of just handing it over made her feel sick. However, the chances were if she complied, the men might just leave her alone.

“Okay darlin’, but I need my arm back for that. Unless you wanna come round here and take it, but that’d mean you risk me seein’ your face, and I’m guessin’ you don’t want that.” Her bag was already slipping from her shoulder, she guessed the first man behind her was helping it along. “Hows about I just put my purse and stuff on the floor and keep walkin’, and you can take my stuff and none of us get hurt huh?”

Both men laughed this time. “What, and take the risk of you runnin’ and screamin’ blue murder? Not likely missy. Naw, you just slip off those pretty rings and yer necklace and watch, and then we’ll be goin all quiet like, and then you can get with the runnin and screamin.”

“You don’t want my phone?”

“Nope, see, we can be traced with that darlin’. So, you gonna co-operate with my friend here, or are we gonna have to do somethin’ we really don’t wanna?”

 

[CharleyH]

Imp, can you please list the authors participating. I am certain many of us have not read eachother, and I hope the point of the excercise is to guess, to instill a desire or instigate a thrust to read others? I would love to read other authors, but I won't, as an investigative reader here, Oh give us a list damn you!!!

 

[impressive]

Imp, can you please list the authors participating. I am certain many of us have not read eachother, and I hope the point of the excercise is to guess, to instill a desire or instigate a thrust to read others? I would love to read other authors, but I won't, as an investigative reader here, Oh give us a list damn you!!!

Midnight GMT Tuesday. (See first post in this thread)

 

[CharleyH]

Midnight GMT Tuesday. (See first post in this thread)

Oh, you ARE a bitch! I will eat you alive in my moderator term LOL

 

[impressive]

Oh, you ARE a bitch! I will eat you alive in my moderator term LOL

Oh, I like the sound of that! Bring it, bitch.

EDITED: I obviously cannot post the participants until after submissions close ... and then folks need a bit of time to finalize their preliminary guess cards. (I bet you peeked at Christmas presents, didn't you?)

 

[CharleyH]

Oh, I like the sound of that! Bring it, bitch.

EDITED: I obviously cannot post the participants until after submissions close ... and then folks need a bit of time to finalize their preliminary guess cards. (I bet you peeked at Christmas presents, didn't you?)

LOL that reminds me of Chryslar LOL

 

[neonlyte]

*bumping svet's old posts down the page*

 

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BUMP ... 7 hours 'til submissions close, people!

 

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AUTHOR #23

“Don’t turn around!” Comes the demand of the rough sounding voice behind me. I feel something poking my ribs, I know I should listen.

“I promise you, you won’t get hurt.” The robber’s breath is cold against my ear and involuntarily, my skin forms goose bumps. A handful of my hair is grabbed and yanked so hard tears spring into my eyes.

“Do you understand?” The muffled voice demands.

“Yes . . . I understand.” I whisper, dryness forming in my throat.

“Dammit!” I think, “Why didn’t I wait until tomorrow morning!”

Why didn’t I take my mom’s offer for money! Why? Because, I wanted to live an independent, strong life. “Strong!” I smirk, “Strong enough to take on this asshole?”

“Fuck yeah!” I scream, turning so fast, my assailant falls to the ground with a loud THUMP!

“What the fuck did you do that for?”

Amazed, I stare at the blonde girl spread out on the ATM floor. My girlfriend, Lara, laying there a look of surprise on her face.

“Lara! I thought you were a robber!” I yell, reaching down to help her up. I laugh as she rubs her behind, making “ouch” noises.

“Aw, poor baby! ” I tease, snaking a hand under her skirt. “Mmm... no panties..”

Lara laughs, moving against my hand. Pulling her to me, I whisper, “Tell me, what were you poking me with?”

“What do you think?” Lara reaches in her pocket, pulling out a dildo. Only minutes before heading out to the ATM machine did I speak with her. She must have been waiting for me.

Lara laughs as well, the tip of her tongue gently persuading my lips open, pushing into my mouth, searching for my tongue. Reaching down, I slide my hands under her skirt, my thumb races over her nub, flicking, rolling, firmly, quickly. Walking backwards until her back presses the wall, I use my knee to spread her legs. Taking her dildo from her pocket, I drive it deep into her, pushing it. I quickly drop to my knees and begin touching her clit with my tongue. With the slightest, softest, slowest penetration imaginable, I move the dildo up and down through her lips, wetting its head . . .thrusting deeply, licking her clit. Hearing her moan louder, I continue moving it in and out, back and forth, bringing my finger up to her clit, massaging it and then back down. I feel her body milking the dildo, her fingers entangling my hair pushing my face closer to her, she was beginning her orgasm. I stay this way until her body stilled.

“Natalie, that was . . .” Lara pauses and I look up at her, nodding my head. Smiling, kissing her, softly. Our lips and bodies melting into one another, a buzzing sound jerks us out of our revery.

“You know,” Lara starts, “You’d make a great robber.”

“Oh, why is that, dear?” I laugh, shaking my head as we walk out of the ATM booth.

Lara whispers softly, “Because you just stole my heart.”

 

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AUTHOR #24

Esther’s entire world view shifted hard left in an instant, accompanied by her near loss of balance as some unseen force pulled her from the sidewalk. Not as quick as she used to be, Esther shuffled to remain upright and quickly thanked her lucky stars that she had decided on the ugly orthopedic shoes this morning.

“What the fuck, lady?”

“I beg your pardon?” Esther gasped.

More than a little annoyed that she was putting up a fuss the grungy teen pulled hard at her purse, causing Esther to stumble forward yet again. He then raised his arm high above his head and brought it down hard, but instead of connecting with her back as he had planned, he found himself breathless and aching all over as she lunged forward and slammed him into the brick wall he’d been hiding behind.

Disbelief filled his eyes and his head rolled forward, earning him a clear view of flesh-tone support underwear complete with panty hose rolled over the waistband as his own grandmother often wore. Seized by the sudden urge to retch, his body curved forward and he didn’t have a clue as to whether the cause was the sight before him or the sharp pressure of a shoulder cinching his abdomen against the wall.

“Oh no you don’t, Sonny!” Esther warned, side-stepping as she dropped her shoulder to let the boy slump to the grimy alley floor.

Gasping for breath and curling his arm around his middle, he turned murderous eyes on Esther and brandished a shiny switchblade from inside his jacket. A satisfied grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched the old woman’s hand rise to her mouth in horror. His satisfaction was short lived, however, as Esther’s ample bosom jiggled with her barely concealed mirth.

Fueled by his humiliation, he gained his feet. “We’ll see who’s laughing in a minute, ya’ crusty ol’ bitch!”

The old woman’s smile faded instantly. Her eyes narrowed as she carefully removed her bifocals and let them hang around her neck. Mauve painted lips pursed as she lifted her hand and curled her finger at the lad in invitation.

“Bring it on, Sonny,” she said softly, but with a distinct edge.

Swiping the blade before her twice, he finally lunged at her. How she avoided the onslaught he’d never know. Face down in the alley; he grappled with consciousness as she body slammed him, muttering, “…and my third son, the professional wrestler, perfected this move at my direction in the back yard.”

A merciless kick to his groin followed, “…learned this from my late husband, the Navy Seal.”

On and on the beating continued, until the authorities arrived and pulled ‘victim’ from ‘assailant’. Police officers, onlookers and medics alike watched in awe as Esther straightened her blouse, righted her skirt, replaced her glasses and ran a pick through her hair with the practiced hand of a seventy-nine year old woman that wasn’t about to take shit from any body!

 

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AUTHOR #25

There is a war going on across the wealthy streets of Kensington, tonight.

A discreet, silent war, to which no one has paid much attention, and which no one will ever again be able to stop.

The high-intensity searchlights of yet another film crew shredded the perpetual burgundy skies over Wright's Lane, as I signalled a right turn and slowly brought the car to a halt at the corner with Scarsdale Place. A policeman on traffic duty stood by, efficient as ever, studying film-directing technique. Beyond the crime-scene tape that closed off the street, half a dozen luxury cars laid overturned and ablaze, a bonfire that shed its orange-yellow light across the lulled faces of the surgeons, corporate managers, architects and stockbrokers waiting to be let through to their restaurants, dinner-parties, extra-marital encounters with eastern-European escorts.

With measured and efficient motions, I reapplied my lipstick and mascara.

The fluorescent blue display on the dashboard pulsed 8:35 PM. I reached for the timer lying on the passenger seat and flicked it on. Sixty seconds, fifty-nine, fifty-eight...

Outside, a soft drizzle danced across my headlights.

Leaving the motor running, I opened the door and stepped outside, allowing the cold night air to envelop me. I raised the hood of the white quilted skiing jacket I wore, and swiftly sneaked under the police tape.

Thirty-three, thirty-two...

'Better look busy,' I said, winking playfully at the policeman when he noticed me standing there.

He laughed, mistaking me for another film crewmember, and, after a glance at the traffic behind him, returned his attention to the set, just in time to see a Starbucks, a Prada store, and the lobby of a five-star hotel exploding in quick succession. Giant clouds of fire and smoke came roaring out of the buildings, a pristine red BMW was projected on cue across the street. The ground shook, glass shattered, alarms went off.

The surgeons, corporate managers, architects and stockbrokers seemed vaguely impressed, for a moment or two.

Twenty-nine, twenty-eight...

I waited for the director to cue in the extras, and made my way across the street, protected from view by the falling debris and the toppled-over BMW. The silence that followed the explosion and was cut-off by the screams of the extras, as had been scripted and rehearsed, lasted exactly 15 seconds. I had reached the nearly deserted restaurant on the far side of the sealed-off street in less than that.

By the time Don Carter heard the door open and the fake screams flooded the room, either of the two bodyguards on each side of him were dead.

He turned towards me, his face of disbelief lit up by another smaller perfectly-synchronised display of pyrotechnics outside, and foolishly reached for the gun under his jacket.

Effortlessly, without missing a beat, I squeezed the trigger of my revolver for the third time in one second.

Eight...

He slid to the floor, drowning in his own blood, his eyes glazing over.

Seven...

 

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SUBMISSIONS ARE CLOSED. There are 25 participants. You have until midnight GMT tomorrow (Tuesday 8 March) to post your preliminary guess cards on this thread:

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=319610

Good luck!

 

[Blackie Malone]

bump and jump

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Bumping again.

 

[impressive]

Bumping again.

I could really get used to being bumped by y'all.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I could really get used to being bumped by y'all.

Bump!

 

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1. cheerful_deviant
2. cantdog
3. cloudy
4. Dranoel
5. The_Earl
6. Tatelou
7. Lucifer_Carroll
8. neonlyte
9. impressive
10. CharleyH
11. ABSTRUSE
12. Alex De Kok
13. Liar
14. CrimsonMaiden
15. BlackShanglan
16. vella_ms
17. Black Tulip
18. Colleen Thomas
19. dr_mabeuse
20. Rideme Cowgirl
21. Belegon
22. Just-Legal
23. Honey123
24. lucky-E-leven
25. Lauren Hynde

 

[ABSTRUSE]

bumping so I can read these again without having to search for the thread.