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Risque Content unnecessary?
The main theme of my latest writing is the relationship between hedonism and faith.
I have endeavored to create a scene of hedonism and selfish pleasure seeking. I used a significant amount of adult content to further the satire of those who seek only for themselves.
I would like opinions as to whether I went overboard or not.
The captain of the black armored response team walked up and rang a tiny doorbell beside the door. There was a sound of crashing furniture and giggling inside followed by the door opening halfway with a sudden motion, the sound of contact, then a small exclamation of pain, a large amount of consecutive giggling. A blonde woman, most likely a secretary, emerged holding her head and producing a huge amount of drunken laughter. She laughed a little more, tried to gain her breath with a few “Oooh my God!” and about a solid minute of attempted explanation as to what had just happened. It was completely unintelligible to me and seemed to be made up entirely of the worlds like, duh, woah, O, my, God, and a couple of pronouns sprinkled in there for literary effect. Despite my inability to decipher and translate, the captain of the swat understood perfectly. Apparently he could speak dumb blonde because his mother had taught him as a baby.
“He’s bilingual,” a soldier next to me commented in admiration.
“I knew someone who was tri… he knew three languages. He knew dumb blonde, ghetto and wannabe ghetto.”
“What are we speaking now then?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, English doesn’t count,” he responded.
Nestled within the pearls of the intelligent conversation transpiring at the door, there were occasional gestures from both the blonde and the captain. They were talking about me in some context. That was certain. Finally the captain uttered: “Like like. Liiike Like Liiike Like Li Li Like woah.” He gestured towards me. The blonde stared at me for a while, licked her lips suggestively and replied: “Ooooh my God! Like li li li Liiiiiiiiike I like like.” I took this to be approval. I wasn’t sure of exactly what yet, but I had some general ideas from the ways that they spoke. At least we were now moving past this administrative ditz and into the hallowed “office”.
As we walked through, I started to realize my discomfort where the soldiers were gripping me. The blonde noticed this and ordered the soldiers: “Like like LIKE!” They dropped me without any warning on the floor and then returned to wherever they had come. I looked into the cubicle on the left, there was an orgy consisting of two women and one man occurring there. I looked into the cubicle on the right and there was a similar activity being carried out differing from the other in the male to female ratios. Then I looked straight ahead. I saw two high heels with a foot in each. I slowly shifted my gaze higher and higher. I saw more and more of two beautiful legs. As my gaze came to run almost perpendicular to my gravitational plane I realized what I was doing and restrained myself from such a tempting view. She reached down, grabbed me forcibly by the collar and lifted me off the ground with strength far from congruent with her appearance. She grabbed my neck and forced her lips to mine. Clearly, this blonde meant business and I was a lucky coincidence. She viewed my bulging abdomen, thought about it for a few seconds, decided she didn’t care and ripped her shirt off.
For those readers who did not read the introduction. I will try my best to remove non-essential adult content and will endeavor to stylize and coat the necessary details with euphemisms and as appropriate wording as possible. That said, I must continue with the story.
Her mouth gradually descended in altitude. And, to make a long story short, she was about to carry out that Italian word that begins with “f” which most college girls can’t pronounce. I was, in all honesty and I ask the forgiveness of both male and female readers when I say I felt little compulsion to resist. At this time, I had forgotten so much. I had killed a man and enjoyed the pleasurable company of a girl who doesn’t speak my language and still I felt little remorse. She did not succeed in actual initiation of this event. I later found that she was a gold medalist in the triathlon of fornication. Its accurate, then, to describe it as an event. She truly viewed all of this as a sport to compete in and even maintain a professional quality.
She was nearly in physical contact when a door swung forcefully open behind her. Surprised by this interruption in her career oriented activities, she turned and looked angrily at the figure standing in the doorway. All that could be seen was a silhouette against the bright lights behind. A voice spoke: “Like Like Like, like like liiiii…. LIKE!”
My assailant/benefactor released me and yelled angrily at the new addition to the situation. “Ooooh Myyyyy Goddddd! Like like LIIIIIke… LIKE!!!” Many people would recognize the scene previous to this intruder’s entrance as “something out of a nature film.” I can’t stress enough that though they may have been accurate in that description, their simile would be more appropriately used on the scene that was now transpiring before my eyes.
It WAS like something out of a nature film. There, circling up in that office hallway, were two “frickin’ hot chicks” preparing to fight over me. It was like watching two Tyrannosauri fighting over a kill. The blonde was furious, she threw out the traditional first slap. She missed her mark and the new arrival, who appeared to be more experienced, slapped in response and landed on its target. The Tyrannosaur reeled but reentered the fray with even more vigor. Next step was more serious. I’ll probably be more successful when I describe it from the dinosaur point of view. The two titans circled again. Each looked into the other’s eye in an attempt to stare them down. When this failed, the younger and more impetuous of the two lunged. She caught the veteran with a gigantic bite on the back of the next. She held and sank her teeth in to critical depth. It looked like the fight was won but the brunette tyrannosaur writhed and managed to escape the death grip. The blonde dinosaur lunged again but the other side-stepped and caught the younger with a large rip of her forearm’s claw. This was a bold move and only the most veteran of dinosaurs could pull it off. I actually gasped when I heard this. Strangely enough, I could understand now and heard the hurtful words.
“Yeah, well remember your ex? Hubert? Wanna no why he dumped you? Ha, it was actually really easy. I asked him to take me for a test drive and he said I was better in bed! Oh, you DO remember. Don’t you!”
The blonde haired queen of the dinosaurs was queen no more. I like to think that she was dethroned over me but it looks like Hubert was more the cause than I.
“Come with me,” the brunette ordered, using her tongue for extra pronunciation and punctuation. I was really at a loss for what the _________ (insert profanity) to do next. I just followed her into the lighted room
Last edited by LBK : 07-27-2007 at 11:43 AM.
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