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Chapter 2
by Byakhee
Wait with the blonde, or go with brunette?
I'll go with the brunette.
That look, that hot little body, that dark hair, and those piercings--how can you resist? Even if her expression doesn't mean anything, it'll definitely give you something to think of while you're doing your business.
She leads you down the hall, looking back over her shoulder from time to time, one black-painted nail to her lips, clearly thinking about something. She's wearing black fishnet stockings, and winding up one leg you can make the reticulated black form of some serpentine Gigeresque creature.
She leads you down the narrow, curved hall, past at least a dozen identical, blank doors, and turns decisively at one in particular. Fishing a key from her cleavage, she unlocks the door and gestures for you to enter. You can feel her smoky green eyes upon you as you pass.
Beyond the door is a small room, with a counter running along one wall, a huge TV screen, and a comfortable-looking chair. Several glossy magazines--much more explicit than you expected to see, and a few DVDs.
The door closes behind you with a little snick. You turn to see the black-haired nursehas followed you silently into the room. She's looking at you with a decidely predatory smile, her dark eyes travelling up and down your form. She passes by you, very close, enough for you to smell some exotic perfume, and walks to the counter. She bends over, way over, enough that her white little skirt slides up past the top of her black fishnet stockings, letting you see the very bottom of her little black thong.
Opening one of the drawers under the counter, the she removes three DVD cases. She turns, and spreads them in her hand like a fan of cards, holding them up beside her elfin face and peeking out mischeviously from behind them.
"Have a seat," she says, and, when you do, she favors you with a little smile. "Okay. So:" she shuffles each one forward with a dextrous movement of her fingers, as she names them off, like a magic trick. "Naughty Nurses," she winks, "Island Paradise, or..." the last is a black DVD case. "One of my personal favorites." She licks her lips after this last one, and you can see her tongue is pierced--a barbell with some sort of vermillion, jack-like thing on it, covered with what look like a million tiny, rubbery studs.
"Which'll it be?"
A Successful Venture
A quick trip to the fertility clinic to raise cash yields unexpected positive results.
Created on Mar 9, 2006 by Byakhee
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