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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 14, 2020 21:11:00 GMT -6
Really enjoying these live casinos with nothing but chicks on the beach. Heaps better than the usual old people that smell like piss sitting around slot machines.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 17, 2020 16:51:54 GMT -6
He left for Live Casino that morning for the annual training course-come-team building exercise that always resulted in a fortnight of drug usage and a breakdown of all bodily functions combined with copious amounts of sexual abuse. The team would spend thirty or so minutes learning about meta-data, liaising with their European equivalents and then spend the rest of the two weeks on a barge, face deep in cocaine and elbow deep in some German prostitutes on the Spandauer Schifffahrtskanal. They would pay ample prices for the tenderloin that roamed the Kurfürstenstrasse district – the prostitutes would seem tetchy at first, but once they knew they would leave you without cartilage in neither the nose nor cervix, then they would climb through shit just to get a whiff of your expediencies…
The team lined their stomachs compliments of the company on-flight, filling themselves on cherry schnapps and peanuts, proceeding the first few hours of the training course at the European offices. It was a far more isolated environment than his own, it seems that although the office block buildings are very similar – as a foreigner entering through the automatic doors and feeling the air-con his neck, he could see through these strange aesthetic comforts and show-roomy atmospheres. The large dragon plants which edge close to the corners of the room with their shadows glaring over the venetian blinds, squadrons of laminate wooden desks aligned in perfect harmony with one and other, daft office mascots and colourful ties on dress-down-days. It was pornographic. Sordid and mediocre assemblages of smooth edges and flat surfaces like the bare skin of the naked capella bound leather, stimulating us and our optical libidos. The offices, the environment and the objects surrounding seemed so alien to him, or rather, he felt alien to that which had for so long been fetishized.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 19, 2020 16:03:48 GMT -6
"I'll miss this for a few days," Dannii murmured as she spooned Kylie from behind, her arms holding gently round her waist, smelling Kylie's hair as she lay close to her on the pillows, listening to her soft breathing.
"Means you can really enjoy me when I get back though," Kylie said with a smile, snuggling back a little into Dannii's arms, feeling her large breasts press against her back, Dannii holding her a little tighter, Kylie's hands moving to cover Dannii's.
"Don't worry I will," Dannii purred with a little giggle, softly kissing the back of Kylie's neck, sending a little tingle down her spine.
"Don't, you'll turn me on again," Kylie said, squirming a little.
"That's not such a bad thing you know," Dannii said with a slight giggle, leaning up on her elbow behind Kylie, who looked up to her with a smile.
"You're insatiable, but we need some sleep," jonjon said, looking into trumps eyes.
"I know, goodnight jonjon," trump said with loving smile before leaning down and softly kissing her elder sibling, lingering for just a moment before they broke apart, trump sliding back down behind jonjon and settling in.
"Goodnight jonjon, sweet dreams," trump murmured, reaching out to switch the lamp off.
"They'll be no problem," he whispered, making them both give dirty little giggles before they put their heads down to rest, both of them falling asleep quickly, satisfied and relaxed.
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Post by killfrenzy on Sept 20, 2020 15:11:06 GMT -6
None of the table's occupants noticed that the club owner, jonjon, was approaching the table, his hands fisted tightly together, but Joceline caught sight of him. She stood immediately, prompting both Poirot and Hastings to rise hastily. "Monsieur Poirot?"
"Yes. I am Hercule Poirot."
The beefy man introduced himself, extending his hand and shaking with the detective and with Hastings. "You ordered a glass of champagne for Miss Tarrant?"
"Oui. The waiter, he just took the order ... "
"Well, there's a problem."
"A problem?"
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Mar 11, 2019 16:42:04 GMT -6
