Round Robin

The rules are simple. Someone posts a short scenario, and someone else adds to it, and so on and so on. Let's try to keep it (fairly) short. And feel free to make it funny, too! Oh, and PG-13....so no porn...LOL!!!

I'll start....

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It's been a long and tiring day, and all I want to do right now is find an inconspicuous corner of the hotel bar, where I can check my emails on my laptop while enjoying a nice glass of Merlot....alone.

Suddenly and without warning, I feel the warmth of body heat beside me in the booth and an arm around my shoulders. The faint but pleasant scent of aftershave tickles my nostrils.

"Hello, darlin!"

It seems someone has decided to invade my precious privacy....so much so, in fact, that our legs are touching together in the small confined space that is my...well, now OUR...booth. Truly, this bloke has never heard of personal space before.

"I've had my eye on you all evening, love."

He's pulling my leg, considering I've only been here fifteen minutes. But his voice is sexy, and his breath smells minty fresh. So I choose to cut him some slack.

He leans into my ear and whispers....

Make it long and strong I replied.

Immediately, he starts to fiddle with the zipper in his trousers.

"I meant the drink, luv!" I reply in shock and awe.

To my immediate relief, he pulls out a sock from his crotch.

"I always keep my money in here. It keeps the muggers away while simultaneously giving me an air of superiority."

I can't continue if I'm LMFAO!!

Somebody else....please !

Pulling herself together quickly, her face red with shock, she looks into those emerald pools and replies," Maybe so, sir, But really!!!"
He moves in closer to her and blatantly answers her in a low whisper, "so sorry about the theatrics, but when a honeycomb like you comes walking into a place like this, just like a cock performs for the company of the bird of paradise, I do likewise. You see if the cock doesn't win the beautiful bird all is not lost. He walks away on wobbly legs, breathing hard from the workout and has had the pleasure of his balls being tickled! Hah! what have you got to say about that my love?"

"Those lines sound familiar," I reply suspiciously. "Hey, you're reading my laptop screen, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. I had to come up with a good pickup line fast, and I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head so I read the closest thing I could find. What is that you're writing, anyway?"

"I'm writing a fictional novel called A Rooster Named Blueballs."

"I would love to have dinner with you, as long as nothing is expected in return " I reply blushing. "After all I am a good girl and a virgin to boot."

He blinks....then bursts into loud laughter...his booming, sexy voice filling the room.

"I love a woman who can make me laugh!"

"I wasn't joking."

"Oh."

He blinks. I blink. He blinks again.

I blink again...then I burst into loud laughter, my booming, sexy voice filling the room.

"Yes I was! Tee hee!"

He didn't say anything after that, just had this half-smile frozen on his rugged, chiseled features. But those eyes....I don't recall ever seeing eyes that green on anyone before. They were locked on mine still and mesmerizing.

Even though he did not speak, I could read the next thought he had like they were bolded letters on my laptop screen. A virgin, hey? Perhaps I can change that status some day real soon. I bet that was what he was telling himself this very second. Cocky bastard.

My heart was pounding in my ears and my blood was racing. If he could have read my thoughts at that moment he would have know that it wouldn't take much to make me his.

And I want to say to him, "Is it hot in here or is it just us?"

My insides melt as he gazes longing into my eyes, his searching kiss is fire on my lips.

"owwwww, owwwww I moan"

"I feel that way too" he answers

"Get off me" I scream "I have a cramp in my foot!!"

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My insides melt as he gazes longing into my eyes, his searching kiss is fire on my lips.

"owwwww, owwwww I moan"

"I feel that way too" he answers

"Get off me" I scream "I have a cramp in my foot!!"

Puzzled, he replies, "How can I be on you when I'm sitting next to you? Wait a minute...."

We both look underneath the booth.

FLASH!! I'm temporarily blinded by a stinging light.

"What the %$#%!!!"

His voice booms angrily, as a string of four letter words emanates from the depths of his inner being.

As my vision clears, I discover the source of the cramp in my foot....it's a paparazzi.

"Hello, I'm from TMZ."

I can't believe this is happening, my head is spinning. What have I gotten myself into I wonder. People lurking under the table--sitting on my foot--taking pictures-------

"Hey I shout at the jerk with the camera, "have you been looking up my skirt??"

Th razzi dude mumbled incoherently as he looked from me to the big guy next to me. His expression turned to one of fear as he sat there helpless under the table as a large boot firmly implanted itself into the razz's teeth. Not once, not twice, but THREE times.

As the unlucky photographer fell unconscious under the table, my friend reached under and snatched the camera while simultaneously pulled on my arm scooting me out of the booth.

"Come on, grab your laptop and let's get the hell out of here."

Ok, you guys. Your writing is giving me a little orgasm inside. KEEP IT UP!

"Who said that?" I exclaim with a jump.

We both turn around to discover a stowaway in the back seat of his car. She's wearing a 300 shirt, holding a naked Marek doll, and eating a White Castle hamburger.

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! IS IT REALLY YOU???? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

I'm temporarily deafened by her squeals.

"Oh for the love of....would you just sign an autograph for her and get her out of the car?"

Quickly, he scribbles his name on the White Castle box and sends her on her way. Then he puts the car in gear and...at last...we're on our way to...wherever it is we're going to.

"Bloody hell, I gotta roll down the window. My car smells like grease and onions now!"

My heart did a flip flop in my chest as I looked at those big hands griping the wheel. Just then he glanced over at me and our eyes met. I felt a chill down my spine. Did I want him to be turned on by me?? I didn't even know him.

"Just who are you then, I give up?" I asked still puzzeled even though he did look slightly familiar.

"I'm Brad Pit" he says with a glint in his eyes.

"No you're not." I reply still studying his features, and what "features" they are!

"OK. Well then if you don't buy that one how about "George what's his name?" he said smiling and flashing his fantasic smile again.

"Give me a hint." I said getting tired of his game.

"All right then! "This.. is... Sparta!" he shouts in the close confines of the car.

I'm still looking at him with a confused look on my face but this time, I DO know who he is and I'm turning the game around on him!

"No, still nothing!" I joke shaking my head.

He scrunches up his face, looking adorable doing so I might add, and gives me a look of disbelief.

"I'm kidding!" I replied finally. "You're Craig Ferguson! I knew it all along!"