Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 17:07:27 GMT -8
"Bob is here for pleasure!" His slim mouth formed as much as a smile as he could manage in front of the obviously humanoid female.
"What th' hell are you?"
The woman looked at him as if he was the oddest thing she had ever seen. While it was highly likely this was true, Bob had no way of knowing, so her question confused him. "Bob," he said, pointing to himself.
"I didn't ask your name, sweetie, I asked what you are." She tapped a ruby-colored fingernail on the counter in front of her.
"Vot."
"What?"
"Vot."
"What?"
Bob gurgled a little in the back of his throat. "That's my species."
"Right." Was it close to quitting time? "Can I help you?"
"Pleasure!"
"Yes." She pointed to the sign above the door. "What do you want?"
"Pleasure?" This was becoming tedious.
"What kind, sweetie?"
"What do you have?" Bob raised up slightly, trying to see over the counter.
"Hun, if you have to ask-"
"I am new."
"First time?"
"Yes?"
She looked him up and down. Maybe the trousers were hiding an appendage that wasn't readily visible. Quickly, she handed him a shiny metal plaque with the 'menu' etched upon it.
Bob promptly dropped it.
"Oh for the-"
"Sorry."
She emerged from behind the desk and scooped up the item. As she did so, she got a closer look at the little alien. Maybe Connie? Rebecca? No...Rebecca was afraid of spiders. Connie, then. She held the plaque outward, so that he could read it without holding it.
"Threesome?" He perked up instantly. There were others with bilateral tri-legs?
"Mmmm, probably not for you," she said.
"Why not?" He was becoming indignant. After that Starfleet officer ruined his shirt, he was not having a great day. "It's on there, why can't I have it?"
"Okay, hon, don't get your..." What expression was fitting to this odd thing in front of her. "Let me go get things set up. It should only take a minute."
Bob rocked back and forth slightly in the breeze from her passing body. Once she was gone, he looked around, innocent to what was about to happen. Pleasure sounded good.
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"What th' hell are you?"
The woman looked at him as if he was the oddest thing she had ever seen. While it was highly likely this was true, Bob had no way of knowing, so her question confused him. "Bob," he said, pointing to himself.
"I didn't ask your name, sweetie, I asked what you are." She tapped a ruby-colored fingernail on the counter in front of her.
"Vot."
"What?"
"Vot."
"What?"
Bob gurgled a little in the back of his throat. "That's my species."
"Right." Was it close to quitting time? "Can I help you?"
"Pleasure!"
"Yes." She pointed to the sign above the door. "What do you want?"
"Pleasure?" This was becoming tedious.
"What kind, sweetie?"
"What do you have?" Bob raised up slightly, trying to see over the counter.
"Hun, if you have to ask-"
"I am new."
"First time?"
"Yes?"
She looked him up and down. Maybe the trousers were hiding an appendage that wasn't readily visible. Quickly, she handed him a shiny metal plaque with the 'menu' etched upon it.
Bob promptly dropped it.
"Oh for the-"
"Sorry."
She emerged from behind the desk and scooped up the item. As she did so, she got a closer look at the little alien. Maybe Connie? Rebecca? No...Rebecca was afraid of spiders. Connie, then. She held the plaque outward, so that he could read it without holding it.
"Threesome?" He perked up instantly. There were others with bilateral tri-legs?
"Mmmm, probably not for you," she said.
"Why not?" He was becoming indignant. After that Starfleet officer ruined his shirt, he was not having a great day. "It's on there, why can't I have it?"
"Okay, hon, don't get your..." What expression was fitting to this odd thing in front of her. "Let me go get things set up. It should only take a minute."
Bob rocked back and forth slightly in the breeze from her passing body. Once she was gone, he looked around, innocent to what was about to happen. Pleasure sounded good.
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