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dyn-o-mite! | scifirp | mvrp | ocrp | roleplay | mature themes. | 18+
wouldn't be a good detective if i didn't. what about you, sweetheart? i bet there's magic in those fingertips.
i bet you know all kinds of tricks.
here. lemme show you how to get those muscles relaxed.
you better be.
it's gonna . . . blow . . . your . . . mind . . .
so crukking bad i do.
( biting her lip, looking up at del, doe-eyed. ) wanna see a cool trick i learned?
you? you can do anything you like.
funny. 'there' is my favorite destination. ( she winks, and gets up, striding the room. ) let's be real. they're magnificent, they're loud, and, frankly, if someone's following you, sugar, it's 'cos they've got *eyes*. but you're the boss. no funny business from me. honest!
Let's stick to keeping a low profile, shall we? Besides, it's not like there's anything *wrong* with them. They're just... There.
hm? sorry, sweetheart, didja say somethin'? i was looking at your . . . yo-yos.
thanks to the power it estrogen!
wow, are all these yours? real impressive collection.
hey check THESE out
hey. y'know, the best way of facing your fears is exposure therapy. trust her. she's an *expert*!
An expert, huh? That's very kind but it won't be necessary.
aw, sugar. it's probably nothing. why doesn't she take her shirt off and sasha will take a peek? she's sorta an expert on this stuff.
Hers are purely aesthetic which she's a little conflicted about.
if i had a credit every time i cleaned up one of frankie-boy's messes . . .
oh, i don't judge, hon. she's the perfect age to get into dancin'. well now, i was . . . in the area and i thought i'd just . . . stroll on by. we're groovy, ain't we?
I wasn't- I was *not* expecting you. This is uhh. Someone from work. What are you doing here?
( when he's gone sasha takes out her cigarette case, lighting up. she takes a long drag, shaking the hair from her face. ) men just ain't what they used to be.
yeah, yeah, you pretty girls are all the same, you want the real stuff. i got it. extra spicy, doll-face. i'll be a flash.
. . . alright, dusty. y'*know* i just can't stay mad at you. but i want something that *bites*!
easy as pie, sash. easy as pie. you know we gotta keep the wheels spinning. ( he had a smile like a shark and eyes that matched, but he wasn't an angry man, if anything he seemed to enjoy himself a little too much. ) buy you a drink to make up for the *small* delay?
( a little laugh. sasha runs her tongue across her bottom lip and walks over. the click of her heels against the floor sounds off like the hammer in a loaded pistol. she brushes a speck of dust off his shoulder. ) sure, hon. i can wait a couple days. i'm easy. question is, are you?
hey, when have i ever not been good for it? when have we *ever* tried to pull a fast one on you, doll? we just need a couple more days to find this guy. when we do? you'll be rewarded for your patience. so no need to get all... hysterical about it. that's why i'm telling you myself.
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now donβt go breaking my heart, sugar. i don't run a mission . . . and i sure don't play for 'maybe.' you want the rhythm? you pay the band. *'soon'* don't buy the gin, and it definitely don't keep these heels dancing. *we're all here for a good time*, aren't we? what's the hold-up?
wow-ee, easy, sweetheart. you'll get what's yours soon as i get what's mine.
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