"If you're so scene, make a scene..."
Eh, fuckin' story! Sentence by sentence, collaborating with M3A1. He writes a sentence then I write the next. It was completely random and will be finished at a later point in time. This is an hours worth here....
xhizors >> author's note: Please disregard any grammatical and/or spelling errors. There are probably countless numbers of them. This was written late at night with a hefty lack of sleep.
She sat down on the park bench, the stench of old people found it's way into her nostrils. She was flipping through the pages of an art magazine; it seemed like each time she turned a page a sample of cheap perfume or a subscription card would flutter to the ground. The perfume samples would explain the awful stench, she was becoming ill. She siftted through a collection of individual packaged tampons and outdated condoms for the small vial of medicine in her purse. Some of the condoms were used and the substance that they contained had created an awful sticky feeling on her fingertips. It looked like dried mayonaisse and the smell was something too foul for words. She cleaned her fingers like a cat licking it's fur. When she finished she sat upright and matted the wrinkles out of her pink skirt. Or atleast she had thought it was pink. It had used to be a deep shade of red, but through years of use and abuse the color seemed to have drained into her legs. Maybe if she had only tried to remove her clothing before getting with another man of the day, but then again how do you remove your clothing when in public? She was only one of the many slavemasters roaming the park's interior, and to say the least, she was a professional.
xhizors >> author's note: slavemaster? Dann, really? weren't not trying to go in that direction here. I'm assuming you meant Dominatrix. [sic.]
m3a1 >> author's note: disregard that last note.
She had realized the time and jumped from her warm and cozy seat. She realized the time and jumped from her warm cozy seat. The elevator attendant at the local Four Seasons was awaiting her arrival. It wasn't like her to be late. After finding her way through the swaying columns of the theater across the street, she found the entrance to the hotel and pushed through the poking fingers of the brass turnstyles. She felt her genitals throbbing in her pants. The drugs had finally taken effect and the warmth from her clit appeared in a flash of light and shown through the tattered skirt like a beacon.
xhizors >> author's note: you take forever.
m3a1 >> author's note: i'm trying to make it good lol
xhizors >> author's note: just explaining what's happening here
She had snorted an over the top amount of cocaine. Her legs brought her to the main elevator, but when she called it to the entrance level the doors opened and the car was a floor above. Her nose began to bleed violently. She staggered forward for support, but fell into the elevator shaft.
xhizors >> author's note: are you really killing her off now?
m3a1 >> author's note: of course not
xhizors >> author's note: well in that case, the next sentence is yours, asshole.
She hit the bottom and her vision faded to black. Her pain seemed to lift away and a male shrouded in bright light reached for her hand. He took her by the wrist and she felt him pull her up towards the light, a chandilier crowned the ceiling of the bright white room. There was a small ivory toilet glistening in the corner. She felt like she was floating, the toilet getting closer and closer. The angelic male grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. In an attempt to break free from the threatening grip, she lashed out with her fingernails. He held her close with one hand grasping her wrist and the other placed firmly upon her breast. The fingers returned to her side, small bits of flesh wedged between the skin and nail. She violently attacked him back with violent kisses. It was the strangest feeling she had ever felt; a mixture of hate and love brimming to her mouth that poured out in emotion. She awoke from her unconscious state and realized she had been making out with one of the elevator's walls. She noticed the elevator attendant gawking at her while fondling his privates.
xhizors >> author's note: Please disregard any grammatical and/or spelling errors. There are probably countless numbers of them. This was written late at night with a hefty lack of sleep.
She sat down on the park bench, the stench of old people found it's way into her nostrils. She was flipping through the pages of an art magazine; it seemed like each time she turned a page a sample of cheap perfume or a subscription card would flutter to the ground. The perfume samples would explain the awful stench, she was becoming ill. She siftted through a collection of individual packaged tampons and outdated condoms for the small vial of medicine in her purse. Some of the condoms were used and the substance that they contained had created an awful sticky feeling on her fingertips. It looked like dried mayonaisse and the smell was something too foul for words. She cleaned her fingers like a cat licking it's fur. When she finished she sat upright and matted the wrinkles out of her pink skirt. Or atleast she had thought it was pink. It had used to be a deep shade of red, but through years of use and abuse the color seemed to have drained into her legs. Maybe if she had only tried to remove her clothing before getting with another man of the day, but then again how do you remove your clothing when in public? She was only one of the many slavemasters roaming the park's interior, and to say the least, she was a professional.
xhizors >> author's note: slavemaster? Dann, really? weren't not trying to go in that direction here. I'm assuming you meant Dominatrix. [sic.]
m3a1 >> author's note: disregard that last note.
She had realized the time and jumped from her warm and cozy seat. She realized the time and jumped from her warm cozy seat. The elevator attendant at the local Four Seasons was awaiting her arrival. It wasn't like her to be late. After finding her way through the swaying columns of the theater across the street, she found the entrance to the hotel and pushed through the poking fingers of the brass turnstyles. She felt her genitals throbbing in her pants. The drugs had finally taken effect and the warmth from her clit appeared in a flash of light and shown through the tattered skirt like a beacon.
xhizors >> author's note: you take forever.
m3a1 >> author's note: i'm trying to make it good lol
xhizors >> author's note: just explaining what's happening here
She had snorted an over the top amount of cocaine. Her legs brought her to the main elevator, but when she called it to the entrance level the doors opened and the car was a floor above. Her nose began to bleed violently. She staggered forward for support, but fell into the elevator shaft.
xhizors >> author's note: are you really killing her off now?
m3a1 >> author's note: of course not
xhizors >> author's note: well in that case, the next sentence is yours, asshole.
She hit the bottom and her vision faded to black. Her pain seemed to lift away and a male shrouded in bright light reached for her hand. He took her by the wrist and she felt him pull her up towards the light, a chandilier crowned the ceiling of the bright white room. There was a small ivory toilet glistening in the corner. She felt like she was floating, the toilet getting closer and closer. The angelic male grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. In an attempt to break free from the threatening grip, she lashed out with her fingernails. He held her close with one hand grasping her wrist and the other placed firmly upon her breast. The fingers returned to her side, small bits of flesh wedged between the skin and nail. She violently attacked him back with violent kisses. It was the strangest feeling she had ever felt; a mixture of hate and love brimming to her mouth that poured out in emotion. She awoke from her unconscious state and realized she had been making out with one of the elevator's walls. She noticed the elevator attendant gawking at her while fondling his privates.