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The Only Way to Win 11/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-08 07:14 am (UTC)(link)“Do I know you?”
“Perhaps, perhaps not. But I know you. Co-owner of this den of lust, always buttoned up and proper yourself. Everyone knows the mistress of the Wrangler, even if she won’t deign to notice them.”
For some reason, Francine felt her mouth going dry. He wasn’t actually insulting her, nor was anything he said particularly complementary; still, his remarks felt more personal than she was comfortable with. And wearing that smirk, she knew he’d meant it. But she hadn’t blushed since she was twelve, and she wasn’t going to start again.
“You want something, Mister?” She struggled to keep her voice sounding bored.
He leaned in close, and if it had been anyone else she’d have shoved them away. Somehow, she felt cowed by his presence, a if raising a hand against him would be the last move she ever made. This wasn’t an entirely bad feeling, just a new one. In all her life, Francine had prided herself on letting no man intimidate her. This one broke all the rules.
“I think you know what I want, Francine Garret.” She could feel his breath, and shivered. Searching for a response, she found none- what could you possibly say to that? She might as well surrender herself, and to hell with the consequences.
“Go on,” he hissed, “bring out the robot!”
***
If anything, the noises this time were even worse. Recovering from her embarrassment, Francine thought she could tune things out. It was quieter, certainly, and subtler. No series of loud crashes or groans, just a long hum. Still, who could fathom how that machine worked?
It got worse, though. The hum was turning into a moan- could robots moan? Was she anthropomorphizing it too much? Surely she was, since robots couldn’t whimper. That was the sound coming from the room, and it wasn’t the man whimpering. She was going to need a particularly stiff drink to get through the afternoon.
Re: The Only Way to Win 11/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-08 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)I can't stop laughing.
(captcha has a phone number on it! scandalous!)
Re: The Only Way to Win 11/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-17 08:12 am (UTC)(link)