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Post by Vomica on Feb 7, 2009 2:36:46 GMT -4
"Your really think so? They are quite gorgeous. Kissable as you said...", I say... a flicker of something in my tone.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 7, 2009 11:01:27 GMT -4
Victoria blushes a little. "Um...yeah....so amazing.."
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Post by Vomica on Feb 8, 2009 0:32:44 GMT -4
An awkward silence forms and then passes as I break it, by uttering "Uh... So. Are done with my face now? Or is there another step?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 8, 2009 9:22:26 GMT -4
Victoria checks you over, more business like, "I think your face is as perfect as I can get it." She looks over your body quickly. "I think you're turning out very well indeed. Would you care for a drink while I line up your next treatment?"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 8, 2009 13:47:33 GMT -4
"A drink? That sounds lovely! Get me whatever sounds good!", I reply.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 8, 2009 16:36:16 GMT -4
Victoria returns with a large drink. "Here's my special cosmopolitan. Really strong!"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 9, 2009 0:47:10 GMT -4
If any bit of my original mind remained, it would have turned down the alcohol. But my new mind, my "glamorous" self took to the drink like a fish to water. In a very deliberate, yet cautious manner, I tip my head back and down the drink in a single gulp. It tasted surprising fruity, even more so then what I am used to. By Victoria's hinting is certainly sounded like that concoction was loaded with, and I weighted less then before. I was clearly not just going to lose my inhibitions, but I was going to get wasted at well. Any second now. And that was not including any kind of magical juice she might of spiked it with...
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 9, 2009 5:55:21 GMT -4
Victoria poured herself a drink and, like you, downed it in a single gulp before refilling both of your glasses. "What do you think of my drink, Honey?" She giggles as she waits for your response, almost like she's anticipating something.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 9, 2009 14:16:28 GMT -4
And like a hammer making contact with a nail, the sauce hit me. The edges of well defined objects blur, and my balance leaves me entirely. Good thing my large rump is planted in a chair. I manage to say "Soo, Victroia! Thes ish so wonderful of you! " I say slurring my speech.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 9, 2009 19:36:01 GMT -4
She beams. "I am sooooo glad you like it, baby." Victoria leans over and gives you a half-hug, but you couldn't care less. Your face is implanted firmly in one of Victoria's very large, soft breasts.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 10, 2009 0:59:48 GMT -4
I make a valiant attempt to return the favor, and tighten the embrace by hugging her as well. No ulterior motives. Yep.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 10, 2009 18:03:34 GMT -4
Victoria grins. "You are so sweet, baby." She hugs you back, pulling your face a little closer to that breast. Not ulterior motives there either.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 11, 2009 11:53:00 GMT -4
I try to answer, but my voice and mouth is muffled by some obstruction directly in front of my face. Unable to speak, I just hold the embrace, making the best out of the situation.
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Post by wannabeglam on Feb 11, 2009 22:36:29 GMT -4
Victoria lets you go, reluctantly, and smiles. "What next, honey? Your choice. Anything you want." There's something about the gleam in her eye that says she really means it.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 12, 2009 0:26:31 GMT -4
Still fairly woozy from the powerful drink, I respond in a slurring tone "Perhaps a massage? I feel a bit tense."
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