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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 14, 2011 6:48:28 GMT -5
~Trainer's Gone WiiiIiiIIiild~ There was some uncertainty in the young girls eyes. Cameras? Unknown people wanting to humiliate her? There were a million ways she could kill every single one of them with the blink of an eye, a menacing aura shooting from her body.
However she had to put all that aside and put on her cutest and brightest smile. She twirled and looked into the camera with a wink, sure to captivate every half horny pre-pubescent boy watching this god forsaken program.
"Are we ready to get wiiild?~"
She was pushing it, but unless these people were criminologist with a masters degree in criminal psychology, no one would even see the demon they had unleashed on worldwide television.
She was somewhat waiting on some people. One was this hot guy she had talked to over garyslist, her beloved object of affection. The other one? A mere distraction.
Holding the object she had picked she blushed intensely as if it was some kind of sexual toy, and it sort of was. But she did not care, she did not even care that it was a girls vs boys competition. She just wanted to win! Win with the man named Syl. It was weird how this all connected.
Anyways, back in action she unbuttoned her shirt and knitted it so it would firmly curve around her breasts and show her midriff, her skirt tucked up so it would show off more of her thighs, hell even at a light twirl the back of her panties would show. It was a dirty trick, but she knew it would work.
The object was the shake weight, a so called training tool that looks quite questionable when used. You shook it and it would bounce, it looked like a mans favorite exercise.
Provocative and amazing she started to call out as a true saleswoman, or prostitute.
"Boys, Girls and everyone in between! This wonderful product is deffinetly gonna strengthen your arms, especially your right hand! The Shake Weight, the magnificent amazing product that will strengthen your arms and your sexlife!"
She did not hold back on her words or anything, she was ready. Her body was ready. And if they did not buy, she knew how to deal with them.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 14, 2011 7:04:20 GMT -5
It had been a long night. Still drunk from last night's transgressions, Syl had a splitting headache. Rubbing his temples, he could hardly see through his slitted eyelids. It was going to be an equally long day of sales.
Shake weight. The product wasn't familiar to him. Before he even saw his partner, he picked up the object and it began to vibrate. A clownish smile spread across his face as his arm felt better and better, chest muscles tightened. Oh yes, this was powerful. Mouth opened instinctively, preparing for something, but he wasn't sure what. The more he shook, the better he felt.
Suddenly, he saw her. He couldn't pick his jaw off the floor as he sauntered over to her, hips swaying. "Hey baby," he addressed Celina casually, reaching out and running his finger down the length of her arm. "You're the one I was supposed to meet, huh. I must say, you handle the product very well..." it was all he could to to stop from reaching out and licking the shake weight she held in her hands. There was something sexual about her, something unidentifiable. He liked it.
The other guy - Aizhan - was nothing more than dead weight. Syl regarded him with a sneer. He seemed familiar somehow, something about the man's face was burned into his memory, but from where? The last six months had been a blur to Syl. Snaking an arm firmly around Celina's waist, his gaze was fixed on Aizhan. "Nice shirt. Make it yourself or are you just poor?"
With his free hand he kept shaking the Shake Weight. WHAT A BURN. "What are we doing again?"
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Post by airceltrai on Dec 14, 2011 8:41:37 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
[style=background: #c25621; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: ffffff; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;] Aizhan saw the two people he got paired with. He didn't really care who he had to work with, however one definitely seemed to be a douchebag. Disregarding the comment about his shirt, he picked up a shake weight and started shaking it. Something about it felt awkward. He wasn't sure if it was the fact it felt that looked wrong, or if it was due to the people he was partnered with. Walking around with the product in hand, he put on a smile and started to advertise the product.
"Come check out the Shake Weight! If you are too busy with your everyday life to help keep yourself healthy, this will do the trick!" he said, still feeling silly over the product. If the other two want to be all flirty with each other, that was fine. As long as they would sell the product, Aizhan didn't care even if they wanted to have sex right there.
They both seemed to give off the feeling that he wasn't important, so he decided to work hard to show them that he could keep up with them. Sure sex sells, but he wasn't going to let them do all of the work.
notes: tags: music: [/style] |
[style= width: 400px; height: 20px; background: #c25621; font-size: 15px; color: ffffff;]created by ❥ JELLY of OTE[/style]
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 15, 2011 11:26:10 GMT -5
The man that touched was way more attractive than she thought. What a lovely man, and perfect for her adoration. It was nice that he did not know how she was around the once she ... loved.
Best part? She knew he was interested. But if he was interested in the Shake Weight more than her, that was a different question.
She noticed the other man, the third party. He was not too shabby, but she knew that if he tried to get in between her and this man, she would kill him, no doubt about it. However, the man and Celina were the only two that had said anything about the product. Giggling impishly as she removed the other mans hand she moved towards the other one.
"Why don't we use him as the quote unquote interested buyer?"
She did not really wait for a response and jumped happily to her beloved one.
"Oh look a interested customer? Don't the shake weight feel GREAT in between your hands? Don't it just, fit, perfectly in there?"
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 16, 2011 11:06:33 GMT -5
Syl arched a dark red eyebrow as the woman detached herself from him and slithered over to the other guy and said something. He wasn't paying attention to her words, but rather the way her breasts looked when she talked. He loved the way she moved.
Suddenly she was louder. He smiled dumbly and nodded, going along with whatever she said. She was a hypnotic one, her words a siren song that would surely be the end of him. "It feels so great, although it's a bit smaller than what I'm used to," a smug grin formed on his face, and it was hard to tell if he was kidding or not.
His eyes darted around the room like crazy. Aizhan's bored face, Celina's chest, and it was hard not to look when a group of scantily-clad teenage girls approached the trio. Syl's grin widened. "Hey laaaaadies, can I interest you in a thick white...shake weight?" he purred, forgetting about his job momentarily. "And then after that maybe you can buy some of this shit, hmm?"
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Post by airceltrai on Dec 16, 2011 12:15:15 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
[style=background: #c25621; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: ffffff; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;] Aizhan brought his hand to his face when he heard the terrible pickup line. Besides, wasn't he supposed to be with the other girl? Whatever. If he wanted to cheat on his 'date' right in front of her, he just didn't care to see what unfolds.
"Hey, everyone! We all know we want to look good, so why not check this product out! In just minutes, it'll feel like you've been working out for a long time!" he said offering to people a chance to experience the product in case they wanted to buy it.
Aizhan did keep on looking over at the red-headed guy who was just flirting with girls that seemed way younger than he was. It was kind of sad, but as long as it attracted people to the product, he figured it was fine. From his view, it seemed like they were getting a decent amount of people were buying the Shake Weight.
For such a bizarre group, they seemed to be doing a decent job. notes: tags: music: [/style] |
[style= width: 400px; height: 20px; background: #c25621; font-size: 15px; color: ffffff;]created by ❥ JELLY of OTE[/style]
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 19, 2011 11:30:31 GMT -5
Celina seemed to have everything under control. She had her red haired man and that other guy. However suddenly she felt the grip around her loosen. What?!
A group of whores had started to approach them and Mr. Periodhead over here had started to flirt with them. This could not happen! This was not a part of her plan. She only wanted someone to take care of her and live with her for the rest of her life. This was NOT acceptable.
"... These women ... they don't care about Syl ... They only want his pants. Syl cares about me, he loves me ... If not they will all die."
With her eyes lowered, her smile wicked she started to move towards the girls at a very medium pace. Her face was odd for a already odd girl. She looked over at the other guy, a man she could stay completely neutral against and winked in approval over his better sales technique.
"So girls. Would you like to try this product. It's a good weapon against someone who is going to try and assault you."
With a slight smile she grabbed the shake weight as she rubbed up against Syl.
"You just take it like this and picture bashing someones head in! It's a great tool for exercise when your boyfriend cheats on you with some other slut and the only thing you want to do is kill the bastard! I think you girls can agree right?"
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 19, 2011 11:42:27 GMT -5
Two thoughts instantly ran through Syl's head. The first was damn baby why you gotta be such a cockblock and the second was I bet she wants some group action with these sluts. It was only when he saw the psychotic look in her eyes and the machine-gun like way she was fondling the shake weight that he backed down. He giggled nervously, sliding his arm around her waist and planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek. "It's cool baby, these sluts just wanted to say hi to papa. ...unless you're cool with them saying hi to mama, too?" his tone held little hope.
Still, he couldn't help but drool over the curves of their bodies. If god had wanted to keep him out of jail, he wouldn't have made underage pussy so damn attractive. He took a step forward, not releasing his grasp on Celina, and succulently shook the weight. "Any of you ladies want a piece?"
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Post by airceltrai on Dec 19, 2011 19:13:34 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
[style=background: #c25621; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: ffffff; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;]Aizhan saw the psychotic, terrifying look in the eyes of the girl, and quickly walked over. Trying to grab the other girls away from the situation before they get hurt, he held up the shake weight as if to give them a chance to try it out.
"Why don't you come over here and try it out. That way you don't have to worry about someone getting hurt." Aizhan said with a smile, trying to clear the area. Celina definitely looked like she was gonna hurt him. It made him wonder if she was a good partner to work with after all. Letting out a loud sigh, he put his advertising smile back on and continued to advertise away from the other two.
"What a bunch of psychos." he said through is teeth, quietly. This adventure of selling items seemed to make being a pokemon trainer seem like a cakewalk. Or rather, anything easier than having your life threatened in any shape or form....like an asylum room...which he felt like he'd belong in by the time this was done.
notes: tags: music: Didi - Aysel [/style] |
[style= width: 400px; height: 20px; background: #c25621; font-size: 15px; color: ffffff;]created by ❥ JELLY of OTE[/style]
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 20, 2011 13:31:39 GMT -5
"Papa?"
The sloppy kiss sent a thrilling pleasure down her spine. It was this amazing sensation of sexual tension. However her eyes were completely blanked out, as if she went into some kind of trance. She looked over at the girls and turned towards Syl at the same time. She placed her foot up against her piece of meat and licked his neck.
"Cross me and you die.. maybe.. heh heh.."
It was if she didn't see Syl as her love, but more of a chewing toy for a dog. It was weird, she had never acted like this before. However something happened when these girls appeared out of blooming nowhere.
She however turned towards the girls and held her shake weight firm towards them.
"See girls! This thing can really spice things up. Just see how easy it is for us to get it on! We would never be able to do this without this amazing product!"
Looking at Aizhan she smiled, deviously.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 20, 2011 17:37:58 GMT -5
Syl was no stranger to crazy bitches. He'd dated an alien, nearly had sex with a girl who had talking wings that tried to kill him, and there was that one incident involving a balloon and stilettos. Celina's death threats only fueled the flames of passion burning in his loins (or maybe that was gonorrhea, who could really tell anymore). He kept his grip on her.
"Like I'm afraid to die," he purred, dipping down and kissing her jaw. He forgot about the other whores - for now.
He let go of her and grabbed another shake weight. He now held one in both hands and sauntered over to Aizhan. "Hey look, double fisting. Pretty cool huh. I bet you're jealous of my impressive skills."
Oh yeah, he was a badass all right.
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Post by airceltrai on Dec 20, 2011 17:54:56 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
[style=background: #c25621; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: ffffff; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;] "Oh great. All we need are some Ludicolos and a mariachi band, and we can put on a fucking show." Aizhan said, rolling his eyes at the somewhat lewd comment about holding two shake weights. However...was that a flirty comment to himself? Shaking that thought out of his head, he just picked up another shake weight to be on par with the red-headed pervert.
Feeling his body jerk around due to the weights actions, Aizhan felt embarrassed. Out of nowhere, someone started yelling 'And Booby Shake, Booby Shake, Booby Shake', as if it was an aerobics class taught by some overly energetic homosexual fitness trainer. Feeling embarrassed, he moved over to Celina, and nodded. "See if you can get some dancing pokemon and some music. Let's make this into the biggest scene we can." he said, before moving back into the middle of the area, trying to get people to try one.
notes: tags: music: Didi - Aysel [/style] |
[style= width: 400px; height: 20px; background: #c25621; font-size: 15px; color: ffffff;]created by ❥ JELLY of OTE[/style]
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 22, 2011 14:54:38 GMT -5
Not afraid to die? That's funny. He does not know what she could do with a pair of needles, a hammer and a six-feet long spiked dildo. Either way she was interested in Aizhan's plan. The shake weight did sound like a instrument. Suddenly she threw two Pokéballs out and her trusted Mienfoo and Luvdisc came out.
"Gaap. Make the stage for us. Zepar you're with me, follow my lead."
Gaap, the Luvdisc went up into the air with her mouth facing the ground. Spinning slowly she started to radiate pink light all over the area as she released her soothing heal pulse, a rejuvenating light. It went well with Celina's hair. Zepar, the Mienfoo was already in stance. The look in her eyes seductive as the next slut on the dancefloor. Celina raised her hand and then slapped her ass and out of nowhere music started to play, oh yes.
Aww yeah slutfest!
Celina and Zepar started to dance. Both shaking their hips from side to side, Celina's hands touching every inch of her body as she popped her chest and as a teenage slut at a dance party. Her sexy ass hitting the floor almost from all the booty popping she was doing. With this sexy choreography they we're bound to attract attention and making the sluts jealous of her amazing moves.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 22, 2011 16:21:34 GMT -5
Slutfest. The word was all-too familiar to Syl. The club music came from seemingly nowhere, and although he suffered from the disease known as Extreme Whiteness Disorder (EWD), there was nothing he could do about the fact that his ass seemed to be moving on it's own. Shimmying behind Celina, his arms slithered around her waist as his hips ground against hers.
The only thing Syl disliked were the flashing rave lights. They tempted to set off his seizure impulse if they got any worse. Blinking a few times, he ignored it and focused on Celina...until he saw the other sluts.
"Laaaaaaadies, there's room over here!" he called them over, not realizing it was a competition. He could feel the music inside him, and it was a shame he wasn't wearing booty shorts because he was the true slut of them all. King slut. Or was it queen slut.
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Post by airceltrai on Dec 23, 2011 18:30:12 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
[style=background: #c25621; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: ffffff; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;]Aizhan saw how Celina took his idea and ran with it. As far as he could tell, it was working deliciously. "Think about it. Wouldn't you like to have a life like this? Great shape and having a fun time? This is a product that'll get you there in no time!" he said, tapping his foot to the beat.
Getting a spark of creativity, he rushed to a nearby party store in the mall. Running out with glow stick bracelets and other glowing items, he attached them to his Shake Weight samples and tossed a few to Celina. "Let's make the most of this, right?" he said as he started tossing the Shake Weights around to grab even more attention. "C'mon, people! Come have fun while you shop!" he yelled out loud, trying to collect as many people as he could.
notes: tags: music: [/style] |
[style= width: 400px; height: 20px; background: #c25621; font-size: 15px; color: ffffff;]created by ❥ JELLY of OTE[/style]
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 25, 2011 14:41:11 GMT -5
Celina was dancing her ass off, literally. Her ass had so much motion a mostion sensing device would not be able to pick it up. Syl's hand around her waist was perfect for her rubbing her jump up on his trunk. She wanted a reaction from this man. She only acted like this to get his attention, but he kept talking to this other women. She had to deal with them somehow.
One of the girls came over with this lustful look on her face, it was way out of hand. Not really, but for Celina it was. As Celina turned her body towards Syl in his grip, her right foot flung backwards and kicked her the fuck away, knocking her head off a bench. Suddenly people just started to rave, they must be on drugs or something. Peeeerfect.
"You only need me Syllie. Only me."
Aizhan was definitively using this situation to the best of his abilities, however how long would this last if Celina went and killed everyone.
Her Pokémon did not react much, this was normal for them. It's not even a inch of what she could have done so they sighed and continued.
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Post by freeziepop on Dec 25, 2011 18:03:47 GMT -5
Celina had the right moves, yes, but Syl still had a job to do. The other sluts had mysteriously vanished, but more were gathering around their partner. Syl stopped dancing, slinking over to the man and putting on a sly grin.
"You certainly know how to sell things to girls," he purred, inching uncomfortably close. Always very forward, one of his hands found itself on Aizhan's chest. "But how are you with boys? Hmmm?" There was something sensual and mysterious about this guy. He wasn't interested in dancing or talking to them, really. He had a job to do and he was going to do it. Syl liked that, and the fact that he seemed so pure and innocent only made it sweeter.
Licking his lips, Syl's face was predatory. His hand moved lower, touch light. "I want your candy."
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Post by airceltrai on Dec 27, 2011 2:58:28 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
[style=background: #c25621; width: 350px; font-size: 10px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: ffffff; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; padding: 5px;] Aizhan felt Syl's hand moving on his chest, and it make him jump back. Sell things? To boys? He knew EXACTLY that time it was a flirty comment. He shivered at thought that someone he barely knew him. Aizhan only met him once before. And that time wasn't that pleasant, either. "I'm not THAT good." he said, backing away from the older male.
Why was he flirting towards with him? That psycho girl was right there, probably wanting to kill them. Seeing a vending machine, he got some candy and handed it to the red-head. "Here's your candy. Now go back to her before she loses her shit." he said, shaking his head as he walked away from Syl. There was no way he was going to just let him creep him like that.
The crowd around their spot continued to grow, due to Celina's dancing, the music, and the pink lights showing off. Aizhan definitely felt like it was making this selling job so much easier. "God..he's gonna get everyone killed...especially me..." he said, under his breath. Although the sales were good, the sanity of the whole situation was falling. Rapidly, at that.
notes: tags: music: Didi - Aysel [/style] |
[style= width: 400px; height: 20px; background: #c25621; font-size: 15px; color: ffffff;]created by ❥ JELLY of OTE[/style]
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Post by Gasai Yuno on Dec 30, 2011 11:41:42 GMT -5
Celina was standing there looking at Syl and Aizhan with the most empty look in the world. Her entire body had stopped moving and she just stared. Did Syl want Aizhan? Was Aizhan his true objective? Why is he so good? Was Celina suddenly turned into the Karen of this situation.
"You don't want him right Syllie?"
She was moving, slowly but surely towards Syl as Aizhan seemed to be pretty much rejecting Syl.
"Why do you want someone like that when you have everything in me?"
Her hand inched closer and closer to her crotch. She placed her hand under her skirt and out from it came a butcher knife that was the size of her forearm.
"If he's gonna be in my way.. I might as well remove him. Right Syllie? You won't mind that right Syllie? He's as good dead as he is alive right Syllie? You want me right Syllie? Syllie? SYLLIE?!"
Her hands were placed on her face, it's expression delightful and full of lust. Her cheeks were warm and red, she seemed so compassionate. Yet she was wielding a dangerous weapon.
Bouncing Vaginas - Unrelated Note
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Post by freeziepop on Jan 8, 2012 9:02:46 GMT -5
One insane woman advancing on him, and the sexy boy retreating, Syl was in a bind. He gazed into her empty, soulless eyes. They were the eyes of a killer. She was the type of woman to blast a new fuckhole into her lovers, and although he was essentially a mafia boss there was something in the way she walked that both terrified and excited him.
He couldn't help the tightness in his pants. It was time. "TONIGHT: YOU!" he screeched, grabbing her and kissing her hard. Sweeping the shake weights off the display table, he pinned her down and mounted her like a horny polar bear. She was his sweet luvdisc and he was her precious alomomola. He kicked off his shoes, tugging on his belt and finding himself completely incapable of stripping fast enough. Shirt was finally over his head, blinding him momentarily. Pants around his ankles now, embarrassing mesprit-print boxers were on display for the entire mall to see.
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