Post by Gein on Jan 29, 2007 16:03:29 GMT -5
Upcoming Match Date: January 29th, 2007
Upcoming Match Opponent(s): “The Beast” Convict -Debut-
Match Type: Cage -Main Event-
Titles Holding: None
RP No: 2 -Posted in two parts due to exceeding the maximum character length for one post.-[/i]
Date: January 26th, 2007
Time: 8:25 am
]It was one of those days, the days where you couldn’t be arsed to do anything more than roll over in the pit you had been sleeping in since 5am after finishing all the left over alcohol that was left in the cupboard. It was one of those days where you would let out a restless sigh, letting it pass delightfully through your dry beaten lips, telling the world to “Fuck off” as it seeps into sound. Sure, it was one of those days; one of those times… but it didn’t mean you could live it. I tried so hard to tell her to piss off and leave me be, without hurting her poor little fragile feelings, women, they’re not the toughest when it comes to will, though a sharp tongue can sure as hell taint them. She had been pushing and pulling at my covers for the past 10 minutes, screaming my name loudly –Too bad it was a different scenario, I would have enjoyed it- a headache only to slowly impose its presence, as she continues to rock my partially naked body back and forth, the black silk of the king-size quilt remaining over my head, as I tried hard to hide from the will of Jessie… until enough was enough and I finally snapped!
Although I was annoyed, my voice was only able to manage a slight muffled croak –the effects of too much alcohol Kiddies- as it seeped from under the silken duvet that continued to be tugged back and forth by the will of my house keeper… Jessie Jones.
Her voice was spiked with a petulant amount of anger as she shouted back at me, tugging all the more harder at the duvet which I clung to in desperation, trying hard not to let her in. I’ve never known her to be this fiery, she had never taken a tone like that against me, well… not in the two years I had known her, she had always been the calm and collected type, you know? One of those that put on a false smile as she cleans up your sick from the kitchen cabinet, floor, living room sofa, stairs… dog, well, you know what I mean?… one of those girls that picks up the scraps of thong you ripped off a whore from the night before. An innocent but grown up lady which you hire in the hope they’ll keep everything together. Though any stupid amount of Jack Daniels can make even the mother Theresa seem like a bloody demon.
It was right at that moment I felt a cold draft swoop in from behind me, grabbing me by the balls and making me choke as the shock of the cold air suffocates my naked torso, only a pair of grey Armani boxers to keep my lower half concealed from the fiery eyes of Miss. Jones. She towers over me, blocking but little amounts of the light which illuminated the room as it burned its acidity into my bloodshot eyes, a searing amount of stinging pain overwhelming me as I quickly shut my eyes in desperation to escape the torment of the lights… before hearing the crying thud of my silken bundle of heated joy land on the black marbled floor of my bedroom.
I start to fidget slightly, uncomfortable with the scene which presented itself, knowing all to well that the scowling eyes of Jessie Jones had taken solace in trying to kill me with her stare of doom.
OK, I had finally had enough, I didn’t know what else to do but abide by her wishes and get myself from the comfort of the black cotton sheets and go somewhere else. It looked like I’ll be finishing my sleep on the couch again. I smiled to myself, thinking I had the best of her when she had to stand in and shatter my dreams.
Couches can be cleaned?
I sigh a sign of annoyance. Well Damien my good man, it looks as though you’re going to have to get ready, maybe a cold shower will shake it off.
I slowly tear myself away from the solace of the bedroom, grumbling under my breath as Jessie began to tidy up the mess that had been created in the room, the books -which were there for display purposes only- had some how fallen off the floating glass shelves which rested by the virgin white walls that ran through all the house, well, every room other than Jessie’s. She had taken it upon herself to decorate it some God knows what color –She didn’t think it was best for me to go in her room anymore since she caught me trying on her underwear once when I was drunk- as the rest of the room, well to say the least, she had a lot of work coming her way.
I wearily walked into the en-suite bathroom which was only a few meters away from where my bed sat; the hard beach wood colored door left slightly ajar from last nights frequent visits to the little men’s room. I pushed on it effortlessly, groaning like it was the hardest task I had ever done, before I took little time in hauling my right arm from beside my tanned body -3 months on the Bahamas, what can I say?- before reaching across my chest and starting my new game of ‘Find the light switch’. It took me a while to realize the damn thing was actually on the other side, as I place my large hand upon the silver knob and slowly bring the lights to a slow and agonizing feat of life, lighting the bland bathroom with its array of happiness… its beams only to cast itself onto the objects which scatted themselves around the bathroom that –funny enough- matched the rest of the house.
I walked in further, closing the door slightly behind me as my eyes meet with that of my large Jacuzzi… the walk in shower which was more than large enough for two people if there were to ever be a water shortage –That tactic has never worked- a basin only to rest to my left as I entered the room, matching the rest of the appliances which had taken its home there. It was simple, but expensive, even the large mirror which situated itself over the basin cost a fortune, it’s treasures of ‘manly’ stuff only to be hidden from the naked eye.
I begin to flex my strangely large toes on the cold touch of the black marbled floor, allowing it to slowly revive any senses I lost there, as I slowly bring my arms up from my side once more and gradually yawn, my pelvis pushing forward slightly as I begin my challenge of stretching without falling on my ass backwards… forcing all the sleep and alcohol from my sys-
My arms pulled themselves down in an instant, retreating back to the safety of my side –I wasn’t chancing Jessie coming in with a machete and chopping my damn limbs off- my smooth bald head spinning around swiftly like an alerted night owl as I look through the small crack of the door, noticing the pale pink of Jessie’s top, the waving decadence of her mousey brown hair and pale toned skin. Her petite body was hunched over the bed, straightening it out ready for me to mess up once again when I come to bed at stupid o’clock.
I pull my attention away from the crack of the door, placing my head forward in a straight direction, before placing my hands around the edges of my boxers and pulling them from around my waist, casting the things to the direction of my ankles as they free fall away. I bring my left leg up, stepping out of them, stumbling slightly as I head into the wall backwards… the boxers still hovering over that of my right ankle. I regained my balance after placing my hand onto the smooth sterile wall, my right leg only to now follow the same path as the left as I begin to shake it free from my ankle, somehow casting them to the opposite side of the room, and landing around the cold tap on the basin. –I’m not even going to try and figure out how the hell I did that-
I slowly stumbled toward the shower which seemed a lot longer to reach than usual, but none the less, I had reached it in one piece. With that said, I gradually tugged on the crystallized door, and began fumbling with the stainless steel taps, turning the shower on as a cascading waterfall of tears began to rain down from the shimmering silver shower head which hovered above my head.
The cold water sent a wave of shock surging through my body, pulsing my very heartbeat as I gasp, quickly re-gaining my composure once more as the water began to heat up some. I stepped into the shower, allowing the crystal like liquid to smother my body; each drop as daring as the other as it collided with the toned muscle that stood defiantly in their way.
I smile, bringing my head further up toward the direction of the shower head, gradually drowning beneath its tears as I shake my head, enjoying the moment all the more with each minute that passed me by.
Her voice crept into the room muffled due to the noise and pressure of the shower, but I was able to hear it clearly, the sharp snap of her vicious tongue whipping into life once more, shattering my ears with its violent tone.
I just shook my head slightly, trying to figure out why she was in such a mood, for a twenty two year old, she wasn’t half temperamental.
I shrug off the thoughts of Jessie for a moment or two, returning back to my job of washing the smell of stale cigarettes and booze from the pores of my skin. I bend down slightly and pluck the shower gel from the soap holder, the cold gooey liquid only to squirt into my large palm of my hand solemnly, before placing it onto my body and starting a session of vigorous rubbing… a gurgled song only to beam into life as a song escaped my drowning lips.
I spun around in the shower, catching myself off guard as I almost fall backwards... slipping in the shower as my foot comes into contact with the slippery piece of foamy white soap that I had dropped earlier on. I grab the sides, studying myself as I bring myself up straight once more, eyes instantly meeting with that of Jessie as she plucks the basket from the bathroom floor and waddles over to the basin in which my boxers still hung from innocently.
I smile, my hands still washing over my body mindlessly as my eyes connect with the figure of Jessie, watching her as her feminine fingers snap up the boxers from where they hung, and placed them in the open grey basket which had now exchanged places, before her small hands coil themselves around the edge of the basket once more, whilst her body hovered over it as she attempts to lift it once more.
She turned her head from the downward stare of the basket, her shining grey eyes flickering back toward me, as she smiles. Her body remaining hunched over the basket, as her pale pink long sleeved jumper rides slightly above her lower back… revealing a butterfly tattoo that would flutter dearly into anybodies view, catching their vital breath from them in an instant. Her lower waist had been neatly defined by the pair of black trousers which hugged her hips lovingly, smothering her perfect thighs delicately as her feet were wrapped by a pair of black shoes, a silver buckle resting on each of them to finish off the design.
At that moment I pressed my stubble filled face against the pristine glass of the shower, my lower torso being covered by nothing more than a frosted band which managed to conceal any private parts away from her intense eyes.
A cheeky smile presents itself over the thin band people call lips as I wave a sponge in my right hand. She just let out a laugh of amusement, shaking her head slightly as a few strands of her golden hair slowly slips from her red bobble. I watch as she peels her right hand from the basket once more, sweeping the strands behind her ear effortlessly as she places her fingers around the basket once more, lifting it from the floor as she holds but a moments eye contact with me, before allowing a smoother and less agitated voice brew from her.
My smile spreads, widening into a malicious glow as I peel myself from the glass, casting myself back into the rush of suicidal water droplets, as my view becomes hazy, however not hazy enough to fully stop me from noticing the pale pink jumper of Jessie as she hauled herself out of the bathroom, her perfectly manicured hands grasping the basket mercilessly as she stumbled out of the bathroom, fading from my view altogether.
I allow but a few more minutes to pass with myself and the shower, letting the last few drops collide with my finely toned skin as its blood continues to drown the helpless pores of my body, drowning me softly as I wash of the last of the suds from the shower gel, then killing the shower as I turn the taps off.
Opening the door to the shower once more, the bathroom is suddenly rushed with a stream of advancing steam, desperately escaping the confinements of its glass prison as I step out among it all, watching as it swirls lovingly around my midriff and legs, my body dripping with the water from the shower as it leaves small puddles upon the floor beneath me. I usher a towel into my hands, wiping away the excess water from my torso roughly as I work my way up and down quickly, realizing that Jessie will be shouting through the door again soon, telling me I’m running late, I need to hurry, bla bla bla.
I carelessly throw the black towel onto the floor, my legs only to move me away from the small pool of water and haul my body toward the white basin. Above I look into the mirror, admiring myself for nothing more than a few moments, before moving my head out of the way as I tug on the mirror, watching as I reveal a cupboard behind it, holding everything any man would need, within the mixture of items, I find a stash of underwear.
I peel my hand from around the edge of the mirror, and push it forward into the space, grabbing the first pair of boxers my hand came into contact with, before shutting it.
I almost instantly hunch my body over and step into the newly clean black boxers. I pull them up until they sat comfortably around my lower torso, before going into the secret cupboard once again and grasping a hold of some antiperspirant. Lifting my arms, I spray the cold deodorant, catching me off guard as the rush of cold collides with the warmth of my body, I just shake slightly, throwing the shock off as I move onto my left.
I placed a silver watch onto my left wrist, clasping it together gently as a small click plundered into the silent room. I shook my left arm steadily as my black long sleeved shirt fell back into place around my wrist, concealing my watch from any prying eyes, as I cast my darkened stare over the room, noticing the jacket and briefcase which laid itself upon my bed.
I cast my eyes down toward the foot of my bed, pondering where I had put the da- I notice them, the newly polished black shoes which Jessie had done up whilst I was in the shower. I smile in appreciation, before moving from the side of my bed and working my way down to the foot of it. I gently move back on the edge of my cushioned bed, before hunching my body over and putting the shoes on my feet.
A few moments pass as I knot the last lace on my right foot. I gradually peel myself from the comfort of the bed once more, as I stand at the base of the bed, my hands only to work over my clothes as I begin to brush myself down.
Her voice had contained that same softness she had when we spoke in the bathroom, smooth and angelic as it poured delicately into life, caressing my ears, not deafening them like she had managed to do earlier. I turn on where I stand my hands now around my neck area as I try to place a silk red tie in place.
My eyes had become a little blurry from lack of sleep, and the alcohol was still pretty strong in my system, but I’ve been through worse, I was still able to see her eyes rest upon me with some sort of admiration.
I pull the knot on my tie toward my collar, as I bring the flaps down, concealing the strap which hugged my neck. I fidget once more; making sure everything was down in its rightful place as my eyes cast themselves toward my feet, avoiding any eye contact with Jessie.
By this time I had pulled my eyes back up to meet with her silken skin. Smiling a movie star’s smile… I wink toward her. She lets out yet another giggle, almost the same as the one in the bathroom as she says ‘stunning’ now turning on her heel as she exited the room.
I lean over the bed, picking up the resting briefcase and jacket for my suit, before looking back on the room one last time, making sure I had picked up everything, before following the same lead as Jessie, and exiting through the door into the symmetrical hallway.
It doesn’t take long for me to break into the living room that connected to the hallway, in through to my bedroom, the virgin white walls still only to taint my view as the hard soles on my shoes clatter against the hard black marble flooring.
My eyes instantly meet with that of a stone fire place, roaring fiercely it lights the room like nothing else, sending its warrior flames flickering into the space around it as they dance joyously upon the coals, simply beautiful. I let my eyes wander a little more as I stand still, noticing the large wooden staircase which broke into the middle of the living room. I glance back to the path before me, noticing the three small narrow steps which lead you down to the large Persian rug where a glass table sat upon it. A few black clothed pieces of furniture dominated most of the room, however a large space had been made bare –She wasn’t kidding when she said she got it to be cleaned- Everything had seemed dead, no noise invaded the room, well nothing besides to gentle crackling sounds of the burning embers as they scream in pain.
I shook my head, smiling slightly as I recognized the intruding voice which broke what ever tranquillity I had left. I cast my eyes a little further toward the staircase in which a lonely chair rested from any immediate view. That’s when I noticed her, her long shoulder length blonde hair that cascaded down past her small feminine like shoulders, her breasts which bulged in pure delight, almost escaping the confinements of her tight white shirt, as her magnificent legs were left on display… long and carved to perfection, as they beamed their bright tan from the sun bed she spent hours on almost every day. Her size six feet were enveloped lovingly by a pair of black stiletto heels. I smile, remembering the first time I had met Cindy; it was back before they had got married, when he was still with his wife. I had accidentally walked in on the pair of them when I was in a rush to get back. To say the least, it wasn’t a pleasant memory… well… on Jack’s behalf.
I flash a rather cheesy grin toward her. She lets out a girlish giggle, as she pretended to find my joke amusing. I begin to walk further into the room, taking my strides steadily as I come face to face with the warming air... fidgeting slightly as I stand in my suit uncomfortably.
Jessie was in the middle of the room, cleaning up some discarded bottles from last night… as well as some of the magazines which had seemed to have piled up into a little fortress. She just smiled busily at Cindy upon hearing her words, her bemusing comment on ‘cleaning me up’. She just ushered the last few bottles into her arms and swiftly moved herself away from the table.
I started to fidget a little more, suddenly placing my jacket and briefcase down onto the clean marble flooring, before clasping my right hand around the knot of my red tie as I begin to tug at it.
I stopped suddenly, only able to have pulled it less than an inch away from my neck before she had shouted at me. She suddenly disappeared out of the room, obviously trying to find the nearest trash can to throw the rubbish she had collected away, not showing any sign of regret for acting the way she had been –I’m her bloody employer!-. Cindy remained silent on the chair, she had taken up the task of applying more deep red lipstick to her already thick coat… and as embarrassing as it might seem, I was used to Jessie being like this –not as harsh as she had been today mind-
She had looked up from her mirror, smiling rather maliciously toward me. It was brutal to me, she was loving this, the great Damien Gein put into his place by a 5’6 woman, who couldn’t weight anything more than 120lbs.
I sighed bemused, beginning my new task of pulling at my tie once more in the hope of getting it from around my damn neck and throwing it into the bin. I have no bloody idea why Jessie had persisted on making me wear the damn thing, I just looked ridiculous. I tugged on it a little harder, getting frustrated with the piece of material around my neck, before suddenly feeling it as it pulls free, the quick flow of material swooning from around me as it drops into my hand. I look down at it one last time, quickly throwing it up onto the ceiling fan which –for obvious reasons- wasn’t on, hiding it from Jessie.
I don’t even bother to look at her, I had other issues to deal with. Like for starters, opening up this damn collar button and giving me some fucking room to breathe! With that, I got straight to it, both of my hands only to fumble around the tiny button carelessly as Cindy got up from her seat, her long tenacious legs only to now move her steadily away from her seat as she approaches the roaring fire place. She stopped, her piercing blue eyes now glued upon me as she watches me unbutton my shirt.
Wow, she knew big words. I shake my head slightly, smiling in disbelief.
She sighs, finding the situation more of an annoyance than anything else.
I raised a cocked eyebrow, get over myself? What the?...
She shook her head gently, her bright bleached blonde hair only to patter her fine chiselled cheeks gently as she allows but a small laugh to emerge from her.
Upcoming Match Opponent(s): “The Beast” Convict -Debut-
Match Type: Cage -Main Event-
Titles Holding: None
RP No: 2 -Posted in two parts due to exceeding the maximum character length for one post.-[/i]
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Date: January 26th, 2007
Time: 8:25 am
]It was one of those days, the days where you couldn’t be arsed to do anything more than roll over in the pit you had been sleeping in since 5am after finishing all the left over alcohol that was left in the cupboard. It was one of those days where you would let out a restless sigh, letting it pass delightfully through your dry beaten lips, telling the world to “Fuck off” as it seeps into sound. Sure, it was one of those days; one of those times… but it didn’t mean you could live it. I tried so hard to tell her to piss off and leave me be, without hurting her poor little fragile feelings, women, they’re not the toughest when it comes to will, though a sharp tongue can sure as hell taint them. She had been pushing and pulling at my covers for the past 10 minutes, screaming my name loudly –Too bad it was a different scenario, I would have enjoyed it- a headache only to slowly impose its presence, as she continues to rock my partially naked body back and forth, the black silk of the king-size quilt remaining over my head, as I tried hard to hide from the will of Jessie… until enough was enough and I finally snapped!
Damien Gein:“Will you just fuck off Jessie”
[/i][/color][/center]Although I was annoyed, my voice was only able to manage a slight muffled croak –the effects of too much alcohol Kiddies- as it seeped from under the silken duvet that continued to be tugged back and forth by the will of my house keeper… Jessie Jones.
Jessie Jones: “I will not ‘fuck off’ as you so politely put it, not until you get your arse out of this bed and get ready, I have other things to do, never mind trying to get your sorry ass into action… do you really want to be late!?”
[/i][/color] [/center]Her voice was spiked with a petulant amount of anger as she shouted back at me, tugging all the more harder at the duvet which I clung to in desperation, trying hard not to let her in. I’ve never known her to be this fiery, she had never taken a tone like that against me, well… not in the two years I had known her, she had always been the calm and collected type, you know? One of those that put on a false smile as she cleans up your sick from the kitchen cabinet, floor, living room sofa, stairs… dog, well, you know what I mean?… one of those girls that picks up the scraps of thong you ripped off a whore from the night before. An innocent but grown up lady which you hire in the hope they’ll keep everything together. Though any stupid amount of Jack Daniels can make even the mother Theresa seem like a bloody demon.
Damien Gein: “… Snappy much? Is that time of month again?”
[/i][/color][/center]It was right at that moment I felt a cold draft swoop in from behind me, grabbing me by the balls and making me choke as the shock of the cold air suffocates my naked torso, only a pair of grey Armani boxers to keep my lower half concealed from the fiery eyes of Miss. Jones. She towers over me, blocking but little amounts of the light which illuminated the room as it burned its acidity into my bloodshot eyes, a searing amount of stinging pain overwhelming me as I quickly shut my eyes in desperation to escape the torment of the lights… before hearing the crying thud of my silken bundle of heated joy land on the black marbled floor of my bedroom.
I start to fidget slightly, uncomfortable with the scene which presented itself, knowing all to well that the scowling eyes of Jessie Jones had taken solace in trying to kill me with her stare of doom.
Jessie Jones: “Mr. Gein, I’m going to ask you one last time… Will you please GET UP!”
[/i][/color][/center]OK, I had finally had enough, I didn’t know what else to do but abide by her wishes and get myself from the comfort of the black cotton sheets and go somewhere else. It looked like I’ll be finishing my sleep on the couch again. I smiled to myself, thinking I had the best of her when she had to stand in and shatter my dreams.
Jessie Jones: “I know what you’re thinking, and the couch is being cleaned.””
[/i][/color][/center]Couches can be cleaned?
Jessie Jones: “… Seeing as you’ve decided to take up a hobby of dying it the shade of your vomit.”
[/i][/color][/center]I sigh a sign of annoyance. Well Damien my good man, it looks as though you’re going to have to get ready, maybe a cold shower will shake it off.
I slowly tear myself away from the solace of the bedroom, grumbling under my breath as Jessie began to tidy up the mess that had been created in the room, the books -which were there for display purposes only- had some how fallen off the floating glass shelves which rested by the virgin white walls that ran through all the house, well, every room other than Jessie’s. She had taken it upon herself to decorate it some God knows what color –She didn’t think it was best for me to go in her room anymore since she caught me trying on her underwear once when I was drunk- as the rest of the room, well to say the least, she had a lot of work coming her way.
I wearily walked into the en-suite bathroom which was only a few meters away from where my bed sat; the hard beach wood colored door left slightly ajar from last nights frequent visits to the little men’s room. I pushed on it effortlessly, groaning like it was the hardest task I had ever done, before I took little time in hauling my right arm from beside my tanned body -3 months on the Bahamas, what can I say?- before reaching across my chest and starting my new game of ‘Find the light switch’. It took me a while to realize the damn thing was actually on the other side, as I place my large hand upon the silver knob and slowly bring the lights to a slow and agonizing feat of life, lighting the bland bathroom with its array of happiness… its beams only to cast itself onto the objects which scatted themselves around the bathroom that –funny enough- matched the rest of the house.
I walked in further, closing the door slightly behind me as my eyes meet with that of my large Jacuzzi… the walk in shower which was more than large enough for two people if there were to ever be a water shortage –That tactic has never worked- a basin only to rest to my left as I entered the room, matching the rest of the appliances which had taken its home there. It was simple, but expensive, even the large mirror which situated itself over the basin cost a fortune, it’s treasures of ‘manly’ stuff only to be hidden from the naked eye.
I begin to flex my strangely large toes on the cold touch of the black marbled floor, allowing it to slowly revive any senses I lost there, as I slowly bring my arms up from my side once more and gradually yawn, my pelvis pushing forward slightly as I begin my challenge of stretching without falling on my ass backwards… forcing all the sleep and alcohol from my sys-
Jessie Jones: “You don’t have time to groan, get ready.”
[/i][/color][/center]My arms pulled themselves down in an instant, retreating back to the safety of my side –I wasn’t chancing Jessie coming in with a machete and chopping my damn limbs off- my smooth bald head spinning around swiftly like an alerted night owl as I look through the small crack of the door, noticing the pale pink of Jessie’s top, the waving decadence of her mousey brown hair and pale toned skin. Her petite body was hunched over the bed, straightening it out ready for me to mess up once again when I come to bed at stupid o’clock.
I pull my attention away from the crack of the door, placing my head forward in a straight direction, before placing my hands around the edges of my boxers and pulling them from around my waist, casting the things to the direction of my ankles as they free fall away. I bring my left leg up, stepping out of them, stumbling slightly as I head into the wall backwards… the boxers still hovering over that of my right ankle. I regained my balance after placing my hand onto the smooth sterile wall, my right leg only to now follow the same path as the left as I begin to shake it free from my ankle, somehow casting them to the opposite side of the room, and landing around the cold tap on the basin. –I’m not even going to try and figure out how the hell I did that-
I slowly stumbled toward the shower which seemed a lot longer to reach than usual, but none the less, I had reached it in one piece. With that said, I gradually tugged on the crystallized door, and began fumbling with the stainless steel taps, turning the shower on as a cascading waterfall of tears began to rain down from the shimmering silver shower head which hovered above my head.
The cold water sent a wave of shock surging through my body, pulsing my very heartbeat as I gasp, quickly re-gaining my composure once more as the water began to heat up some. I stepped into the shower, allowing the crystal like liquid to smother my body; each drop as daring as the other as it collided with the toned muscle that stood defiantly in their way.
I smile, bringing my head further up toward the direction of the shower head, gradually drowning beneath its tears as I shake my head, enjoying the moment all the more with each minute that passed me by.
Jessie Jones: “Don’t be too long, you have to be out of here in 20 minutes!”
[/i][/color][/center]Her voice crept into the room muffled due to the noise and pressure of the shower, but I was able to hear it clearly, the sharp snap of her vicious tongue whipping into life once more, shattering my ears with its violent tone.
I just shook my head slightly, trying to figure out why she was in such a mood, for a twenty two year old, she wasn’t half temperamental.
I shrug off the thoughts of Jessie for a moment or two, returning back to my job of washing the smell of stale cigarettes and booze from the pores of my skin. I bend down slightly and pluck the shower gel from the soap holder, the cold gooey liquid only to squirt into my large palm of my hand solemnly, before placing it onto my body and starting a session of vigorous rubbing… a gurgled song only to beam into life as a song escaped my drowning lips.
Damien Gein: “ … Dude look like a lady!”
[/i][/color][/center]Jessie Jones: “I wouldn’t give your day time job up if I were you”
[/i][/color][/center]I spun around in the shower, catching myself off guard as I almost fall backwards... slipping in the shower as my foot comes into contact with the slippery piece of foamy white soap that I had dropped earlier on. I grab the sides, studying myself as I bring myself up straight once more, eyes instantly meeting with that of Jessie as she plucks the basket from the bathroom floor and waddles over to the basin in which my boxers still hung from innocently.
I smile, my hands still washing over my body mindlessly as my eyes connect with the figure of Jessie, watching her as her feminine fingers snap up the boxers from where they hung, and placed them in the open grey basket which had now exchanged places, before her small hands coil themselves around the edge of the basket once more, whilst her body hovered over it as she attempts to lift it once more.
Damien Gein: “Ya know, if you wanted to see me naked, you only had to ask”
[/i][/color][/center]She turned her head from the downward stare of the basket, her shining grey eyes flickering back toward me, as she smiles. Her body remaining hunched over the basket, as her pale pink long sleeved jumper rides slightly above her lower back… revealing a butterfly tattoo that would flutter dearly into anybodies view, catching their vital breath from them in an instant. Her lower waist had been neatly defined by the pair of black trousers which hugged her hips lovingly, smothering her perfect thighs delicately as her feet were wrapped by a pair of black shoes, a silver buckle resting on each of them to finish off the design.
Damien Gein: “... And since you disturbed me, it’s only right you wash my back.”
[/i][/color][/center]At that moment I pressed my stubble filled face against the pristine glass of the shower, my lower torso being covered by nothing more than a frosted band which managed to conceal any private parts away from her intense eyes.
A cheeky smile presents itself over the thin band people call lips as I wave a sponge in my right hand. She just let out a laugh of amusement, shaking her head slightly as a few strands of her golden hair slowly slips from her red bobble. I watch as she peels her right hand from the basket once more, sweeping the strands behind her ear effortlessly as she places her fingers around the basket once more, lifting it from the floor as she holds but a moments eye contact with me, before allowing a smoother and less agitated voice brew from her.
Jessie Jones: “Just hurry, you have less than twelve minutes”
[/i][/color][/center]My smile spreads, widening into a malicious glow as I peel myself from the glass, casting myself back into the rush of suicidal water droplets, as my view becomes hazy, however not hazy enough to fully stop me from noticing the pale pink jumper of Jessie as she hauled herself out of the bathroom, her perfectly manicured hands grasping the basket mercilessly as she stumbled out of the bathroom, fading from my view altogether.
I allow but a few more minutes to pass with myself and the shower, letting the last few drops collide with my finely toned skin as its blood continues to drown the helpless pores of my body, drowning me softly as I wash of the last of the suds from the shower gel, then killing the shower as I turn the taps off.
Opening the door to the shower once more, the bathroom is suddenly rushed with a stream of advancing steam, desperately escaping the confinements of its glass prison as I step out among it all, watching as it swirls lovingly around my midriff and legs, my body dripping with the water from the shower as it leaves small puddles upon the floor beneath me. I usher a towel into my hands, wiping away the excess water from my torso roughly as I work my way up and down quickly, realizing that Jessie will be shouting through the door again soon, telling me I’m running late, I need to hurry, bla bla bla.
I carelessly throw the black towel onto the floor, my legs only to move me away from the small pool of water and haul my body toward the white basin. Above I look into the mirror, admiring myself for nothing more than a few moments, before moving my head out of the way as I tug on the mirror, watching as I reveal a cupboard behind it, holding everything any man would need, within the mixture of items, I find a stash of underwear.
I peel my hand from around the edge of the mirror, and push it forward into the space, grabbing the first pair of boxers my hand came into contact with, before shutting it.
I almost instantly hunch my body over and step into the newly clean black boxers. I pull them up until they sat comfortably around my lower torso, before going into the secret cupboard once again and grasping a hold of some antiperspirant. Lifting my arms, I spray the cold deodorant, catching me off guard as the rush of cold collides with the warmth of my body, I just shake slightly, throwing the shock off as I move onto my left.
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I placed a silver watch onto my left wrist, clasping it together gently as a small click plundered into the silent room. I shook my left arm steadily as my black long sleeved shirt fell back into place around my wrist, concealing my watch from any prying eyes, as I cast my darkened stare over the room, noticing the jacket and briefcase which laid itself upon my bed.
I cast my eyes down toward the foot of my bed, pondering where I had put the da- I notice them, the newly polished black shoes which Jessie had done up whilst I was in the shower. I smile in appreciation, before moving from the side of my bed and working my way down to the foot of it. I gently move back on the edge of my cushioned bed, before hunching my body over and putting the shoes on my feet.
A few moments pass as I knot the last lace on my right foot. I gradually peel myself from the comfort of the bed once more, as I stand at the base of the bed, my hands only to work over my clothes as I begin to brush myself down.
Jessie Jones: “Two minutes to spare”
[/i][/color][/center]Her voice had contained that same softness she had when we spoke in the bathroom, smooth and angelic as it poured delicately into life, caressing my ears, not deafening them like she had managed to do earlier. I turn on where I stand my hands now around my neck area as I try to place a silk red tie in place.
My eyes had become a little blurry from lack of sleep, and the alcohol was still pretty strong in my system, but I’ve been through worse, I was still able to see her eyes rest upon me with some sort of admiration.
I pull the knot on my tie toward my collar, as I bring the flaps down, concealing the strap which hugged my neck. I fidget once more; making sure everything was down in its rightful place as my eyes cast themselves toward my feet, avoiding any eye contact with Jessie.
Damien Gein“How do I look?”
[/i][/color][/center]By this time I had pulled my eyes back up to meet with her silken skin. Smiling a movie star’s smile… I wink toward her. She lets out yet another giggle, almost the same as the one in the bathroom as she says ‘stunning’ now turning on her heel as she exited the room.
Damien Gein: “She wants me”
[/i][/color][/center]I lean over the bed, picking up the resting briefcase and jacket for my suit, before looking back on the room one last time, making sure I had picked up everything, before following the same lead as Jessie, and exiting through the door into the symmetrical hallway.
It doesn’t take long for me to break into the living room that connected to the hallway, in through to my bedroom, the virgin white walls still only to taint my view as the hard soles on my shoes clatter against the hard black marble flooring.
My eyes instantly meet with that of a stone fire place, roaring fiercely it lights the room like nothing else, sending its warrior flames flickering into the space around it as they dance joyously upon the coals, simply beautiful. I let my eyes wander a little more as I stand still, noticing the large wooden staircase which broke into the middle of the living room. I glance back to the path before me, noticing the three small narrow steps which lead you down to the large Persian rug where a glass table sat upon it. A few black clothed pieces of furniture dominated most of the room, however a large space had been made bare –She wasn’t kidding when she said she got it to be cleaned- Everything had seemed dead, no noise invaded the room, well nothing besides to gentle crackling sounds of the burning embers as they scream in pain.
Sultry Voice: “Hello, Damien.”
[/i][/color][/center]I shook my head, smiling slightly as I recognized the intruding voice which broke what ever tranquillity I had left. I cast my eyes a little further toward the staircase in which a lonely chair rested from any immediate view. That’s when I noticed her, her long shoulder length blonde hair that cascaded down past her small feminine like shoulders, her breasts which bulged in pure delight, almost escaping the confinements of her tight white shirt, as her magnificent legs were left on display… long and carved to perfection, as they beamed their bright tan from the sun bed she spent hours on almost every day. Her size six feet were enveloped lovingly by a pair of black stiletto heels. I smile, remembering the first time I had met Cindy; it was back before they had got married, when he was still with his wife. I had accidentally walked in on the pair of them when I was in a rush to get back. To say the least, it wasn’t a pleasant memory… well… on Jack’s behalf.
Damien Gein: “Ah… Cindy. How’s the old man? Not suffocated him with the twins have you?”
[/i][/color][/center]I flash a rather cheesy grin toward her. She lets out a girlish giggle, as she pretended to find my joke amusing. I begin to walk further into the room, taking my strides steadily as I come face to face with the warming air... fidgeting slightly as I stand in my suit uncomfortably.
Cindy: “Wow, Jessie. You sure know how to clean him up.”
[/i][/color] [/center]Jessie was in the middle of the room, cleaning up some discarded bottles from last night… as well as some of the magazines which had seemed to have piled up into a little fortress. She just smiled busily at Cindy upon hearing her words, her bemusing comment on ‘cleaning me up’. She just ushered the last few bottles into her arms and swiftly moved herself away from the table.
I started to fidget a little more, suddenly placing my jacket and briefcase down onto the clean marble flooring, before clasping my right hand around the knot of my red tie as I begin to tug at it.
Jessie Jones: “Leave it be!”
[/i][/color][/center]I stopped suddenly, only able to have pulled it less than an inch away from my neck before she had shouted at me. She suddenly disappeared out of the room, obviously trying to find the nearest trash can to throw the rubbish she had collected away, not showing any sign of regret for acting the way she had been –I’m her bloody employer!-. Cindy remained silent on the chair, she had taken up the task of applying more deep red lipstick to her already thick coat… and as embarrassing as it might seem, I was used to Jessie being like this –not as harsh as she had been today mind-
Cindy: “You wasn’t kidding when you said you like your women feisty… was you?”
[/i][/color][/center]She had looked up from her mirror, smiling rather maliciously toward me. It was brutal to me, she was loving this, the great Damien Gein put into his place by a 5’6 woman, who couldn’t weight anything more than 120lbs.
Cindy: “I hope you’re not a pushover when you face Convict.”
[/i][/color][/center]I sighed bemused, beginning my new task of pulling at my tie once more in the hope of getting it from around my damn neck and throwing it into the bin. I have no bloody idea why Jessie had persisted on making me wear the damn thing, I just looked ridiculous. I tugged on it a little harder, getting frustrated with the piece of material around my neck, before suddenly feeling it as it pulls free, the quick flow of material swooning from around me as it drops into my hand. I look down at it one last time, quickly throwing it up onto the ceiling fan which –for obvious reasons- wasn’t on, hiding it from Jessie.
Damien Gein: “She’s different…”
[/i][/color][/center]I don’t even bother to look at her, I had other issues to deal with. Like for starters, opening up this damn collar button and giving me some fucking room to breathe! With that, I got straight to it, both of my hands only to fumble around the tiny button carelessly as Cindy got up from her seat, her long tenacious legs only to now move her steadily away from her seat as she approaches the roaring fire place. She stopped, her piercing blue eyes now glued upon me as she watches me unbutton my shirt.
Cindy: “… Because she has tits and a vagina?”
[/i][/color][/center]Wow, she knew big words. I shake my head slightly, smiling in disbelief.
Damien Gein: “I’m sure Convict is just as womanly. If not more so.”
[/i][/color][/center]She sighs, finding the situation more of an annoyance than anything else.
Cindy: “Oh come on, Damien. Get over yourself.”
[/i][/color][/center]I raised a cocked eyebrow, get over myself? What the?...
Damien Gein: “Get over myself, Cindy? How can I get over a sexy thing like me?”
[/i][/color][/center]She shook her head gently, her bright bleached blonde hair only to patter her fine chiselled cheeks gently as she allows but a small laugh to emerge from her.
Cindy: “I see what you mean. You’re as handsome as carrot top himself.”
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