CharlotteCarrendar: – The entire wedding party was now either disheveled or covered in cake and debris. Lopsided hats on Queens, and Biker boys smeared in cake. Sven was cradling his beloved new hubby Dai, while Inga dropped the remaining bits of the broken vase on the ground. Darlene was barely standing, after tussling with the mighty Helga, but her resolve was as strong as ever. ’ I’m Lois lane right?.. Superman’s wife.. and you blonde tit.. you can’t take him away from me, okay?! ‘’ Inga narrowed her eyes and then her mouth opened and closed like a gold fish, before crying out. “Kraus…vhat is she talking about?” Kraus skidded over to Inga’s side, and then almost out of breathe; panted. “This is Darlene…from the mental hospital I ended up in before I came back to you. She is the patient who saved me.” Everyone in the room then all turned their attention on Darlene, after Kraus’s admission. Kraus patted Inga’s shoulder, then tried to step over the downed Helga, to come between Inga and Darlene. “Darlene…hunny, the woman you called a blonde tit…is my love. I know you think you are Lois….but you are Darlene. I’m not your Superman, I am just a man who loves his Kitty Girl, Inga.”- and at this moment, he gestured back at Inga, who smiled at him brightly. Kraus then resumed his gaze on Darlene and said. “Do you want me to take you back….to the Hospital, and talk to the administrator?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – TLC would broadcast this wedding as number one craziest weddings. When things crash, they would crash well. A day like this would be remembered for years and shared from generation to generation. The history books wouldn’t forgot about this event and perhaps in the future it would even be considered as a myth. Maybe there was going to be a new superman comic book written about this wedding. Who knows? Darlene stood there pointing her finger at Inga. But Inga didn’t respond to her, no she aimed her crying self to Superman asking him for an explanation. “This is Darlene…from the mental hospital I ended up in before I came back to you. She is the patient who saved me.” — No no Superman.. don’t say that. Darlene could feel the crowd turning their heads and all looking at her.. there it was the same look on faces as she got from her disaster dinner party years back. Darlene could feel the shame in her stomach.. and it felt as if it was creeping up her throat and had numbed her legs. She had made so much effort the last few days to be a free person and escape that facility for Kraus.. For Superman.. Her love. She was Lois Lane. And he had confirmed it in the wedding speech. He had thrown this wedding for her to celebrate their love for each other. Wasn’t THAT what she deserved after going against every rule in the hospital to save him? Kraus then stepped over the steroid-milk-producing Helga who was still lying on the ground. . “Darlene…hunny, the woman you called a blonde tit…is my love. I know you think you are Lois….but you are Darlene. I’m not your Superman, I am just a man who loves his Kitty Girl, Inga.”- and at this moment, he gestured back at Inga, who smiled at him brightly. Kraus then resumed his gaze on Darlene and said. “Do you want me to take you back….to the Hospital, and talk to the administrator?” — Darlene stared at him with disbelief in her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly baring her white front teeth. She blinked a few times slowly and then moved her non injured hand in her hair in confusion while looking at Inga. (Darlene) ‘’ No .. you told me to escape, right? You told me to look for you! And I DID! .. AND NOW YOU PUT ME TO SHAME! RIGHT HERE! .. YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME YES?! … YOU TOLD ME SO! .. YOU PROMISED.. you promised. ‘’ The bubbles had reached her head pretty good, but receiving a complete different plot than she imagined all this time had made her sober in one hit. The blast to her head wasn’t present anymore. But tears were rolling down her face, as if it was the truth she had told Kraus, and Inga, and the crowd around them. (Darlene) ‘’ you want to lock me up?.. Like everyone did, yes? ‘’ Then the hand released her hair and sideways swung towards Superman’s cheek her palm. No nails were used.. just a simple smack to set ground to the pain and disappointment she felt.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The sound of the slap would resonate across the crowded room, which had all silenced in the wake of Darlene’s screams and protests. Kraus didn’t move, and his head simply followed the direction of the slap, her hand living a welt like imprint that shone upon his alabaster complexion. Maybe he deserved it, maybe he didn’t, but hells bells, did this bring out the tiger in Inga. She had literally been through the ringer of emotional upheaval, and dated some crazy ass German muscle bound hippo, done the porn movie from hell with Le Cock, who killed her dog. She had a wedding dress that she ordered from Japan and never worn, and she wanted so much for this to be a NORMAL day in their lives. Inga stomped over Helga and appeared beside Kraus’s side and with hands on hips, breasts jutted out proudly she said. “Does he really look like Superman to you? Take..a good…hard..look. His name..is KRAUS…K..R..A..U..S….KRAUS. Not Superman, Not Mr Stay puff. KRAUS. He never said he loved you. He never asked you to follow him. I AM HIS VOMAN…I am his Inga…and I don’t want to lock you up, especially since you took on Magilla Gorilla…but…can you at least stop ruining the boys wedding?”- Kraus appeared sheepish as he stood beside the two women, feeling like this was all his fault. Sven piped up behind them; “Why not let Darlene have the bridal waltz…least she can have that…and..will someone get that bloated German bimbo off the dance floor.” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – AND BEST SMACK GOES TOOOOO!!! … -Drums please- …. DARLENE! She could hear the crowd go wild, applauds.. roses were thrown at her on stage as she took the Oscar in her hand and blew kisses. In reality she was shocked that Kraus didn’t moved at all.. didn’t throw a punch back.. nothing. The reality was that it had hit her too. Especially when Inga came rushing towards both and directed a few strong words that would make Darlene realize what was going on. . “Does he really look like Superman to you? Take..a good…hard..look. His name..is KRAUS…K..R..A..U..S….KRAUS. Not Superman, Not Mr Staypuff. KRAUS. He never said he loved you. He never asked you to follow him. I AM HIS VOMAN…I am his Inga…and I don’t want to lock you up, especially since you took on Magilla Gorilla…but…can you at least stop ruining the boys wedding?” Sven piped up behind them; “Why not let Darlene have the bridal waltz…least she can have that…and..will someone get that bloated German bimbo off the dance floor.” Darlene looked around her to the crowd, to the state of the wedding.. Dai, The cake covered sven.. The wrestler Helga, the Swedish kitten Inga.. and then back at Kraus. She calmed down realizing what she had done and what Inga told her. The boys their wedding. She didn’t got her shot at love, but Sven and Dai had theirs, and she was selfish enough to even ruin that one. Darlene calmed her voice down. Her tone was softer and she even turned red from shame. Moving her jaw from left to right she quickly thought of something normal to say.. She then looked back at Inga. (Darlene) ‘’ .. im sorry right? .. You deserve an Oscar for those boobs.. ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar:- It was how Darlene spoke, in the midst of the disastrous wedding reception. That Inga should get an Oscar for her boobs. Dai got to his feet and was dazed but least he could see the humour of it all. “Inga got the porn equivalent…Twin dicks”- The crowd then burst out laughing, even Inga who nodded, cause she had. The bellboys dragged the limp body of Helga off the floor by her feet and the gay boys escorted Inga to the main table for a glass of bubbly, as the lights all cantered upon Kraus and Darlene. The band started to pick up the beat of the tune..”Love is in the air..” as the lead singer tapped his foot in time. Everyone else took their seats once more and then Kraus extended his hand to Darlene, to dance with her…the bridal waltz. This was probably one of the most touching moments of Darlene’s life; for once….everyone was cutting her a break. “Love is in the air…everywhere I look around…Love is in the air…Every sight and every sound. And I don’t know if I’m being foolish…don’t know if I’m being wise…but it’s something that I must believe in, and it’s there when I look in your eyes..” As the band picked up tempo, other couples came out on the floor, and Kraus started to swing Darlene around in time to the music. Inga was downing a glass of bubbly, content to watch her love dance with Darlene, knowing that he truly loved her. “Love is in the air, in the whisper of the trees…love is in the air, in the thunder of the seas. And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming..don’t know if I feel sane…but it’s something that I must believe in..and there when you call out my name..” the band was building up to the chorus, and the whole bridal party started to sing…” Love is in the air….do do do do do..Love is in the air..do do do do…oh oh..oh oh..oh oh….Love is in the air…..Love is in the air…Oh oh…oh oh…oh oh..” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Darlene laughed at Dai’s remark.. not because she understood it, no because everyone around her was laughing. The atmosphere had changed.. it all changed in something so light and pleasant. There was a difference between having a psychotic break and thinking the love of your life announces his love too.. Or actually being loved in reality. The mix between the music that was being played, and the way Kraus pulled her in a dance, was nothing less than magical at that point. ;; Love is in the air.. Love is in the air.. oohoo. ;; And they danced. Darlene remembered the steps she had learned from ballroom classes. Shoulders down, head held high, chin in the air, Long neck. Even though her arm still hurt it anticipated in the dance. And slowly the crowd gathered around them.. each holding their partner in their arms.. moving over the dance floor in harmony with the song. Highlight of life.. She hoped this wouldn’t be the only high light.
CharlotteCarrendar:- For once, life seemed…well normal. Everyone in the wedding reception was now up on the dance floor. Helga was still unconscious on the floor, but Sven and Dai had taken to the dance floor and were dancing cheek to cheek, looking very much like the real married couple. One of Sven’s younger brothers offered his hand to Inga, and she set down her bubbly and glided out onto the floor, and she drew him into a tight dance hold, where he ceremoniously face planted into her enormous cleavage. ~mmphh..mmmph~ Darlene was laughing and dancing correctly, with her shoulders down and her head held high, much like those strictly ballroom dancers, and the Mental hospital duo, were able to dance the night away….at the wackiest wedding of the year. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar: -It had been a few days, since Kraus had been reunited with his love, Inga. The nights of passion, and the breakfasts in bed. The…lunches in bed. Yes, it was a lot of food in bed. And who served it? Why, Sven and Dai of course. Once they had been allowed back into Inga’s spacious Hello Kitty apartment, they were on probation for bad behaviour and setting her up with Magilla Gorilla. The boys didn’t mind though. Hearing Inga’s laughter once more was music to their ears. Kraus, looked like he had been run over by a snow plough and then reversed on, but through it all, he could not help smiling, for he had the love of his life back in his arms once more. He would never be able to forget however, how the Greek boys put him in hospital, and then the Israelis trying to have him killed for what he knew of Ayalah. However, lessons learnt, he knew that he had a lot to make up for. Keeping Inga safe, was not so much the objective of his life, more so…being there for her, when he should have been all along. :: The morning of the wedding of Sven and Dai finally arrived, and much to their delight, Inga had granted them a reprieve from doing the chores, allowing them the chance to get ready for their big day. It was going to be held at the Town hall, where they would be officially registered as a same sex couple, which was as close to getting married as possible. The reception afterwards would be held at the Marriott Hotel in Prague, where the boys would be spending their first night as a wedded couple. The main room of Inga’s apartment was stacked high with gifts, from well wishers and family. The boys were in their matching tuxedos, and waiting for Inga to finally emerge from her bedroom. The cars were waiting outside, to take them to the hotel; it was just a matter of time. “Ingy…Kraus…? We are going to be late. Stop with the makeup sex already!” Sven cried. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: She had no idea where she was in Prague, but what did it matter? She was as free as a bird. Skipping, dancing, singing, she moved through the streets of Prague in the early morning. After day two of her freedom she had already forgotten about Kraus and seemed to be completely in hypnoses off the city and its citizens. Her body being off medication had gave her a few days of clarity.. but now she was in danger of slipping back into a psychoses. She had swapped her institute clothing for indie styled clothing. A good beige knitted sweater, a black bow in her ponytail, Light washed jeans and a pair of brown hike shoes. To make her unrecognizable on the street she had bought a pair of glasses. Darlene had no money, and it took a while for her to practice her thief skills. Once in a while the shoes became annoying to her and she regularly held them in her hands while enjoying the city of Prague. Within the waves of people she then walked.. Blending in, and at first sight she seemed normal for once. She copied and pasted the behaviour of citizens and after a few days nailed it being normal. She loved the daylight,.. at night however she changed.. Like Cat woman she’d held herself in the shadows.. scared of the people being awake and active, hopping from bar to bar. Oh yes she had visited a bar on her first night.. But the moment she had walked in and had to meet the wave of smoke and alcohol and sweat scents she nearly fainted and rushed back outside claiming in her head that all those people were even more idiotic than her for going to such a place. As she moved through the crowd she looked up to one outstanding building. The Marriot hotel.. a beautiful designed hotel that reached up high in the sky. The entrance of the hotel was decorated as if an special event was coming up. People were busy trying to arrange flowers, and another bunch of things.. Darlene had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk opposite of the Hotel looking and staring at it. She heard her stomach grumble a bit.. maybe they had free drinks and food?
CharlotteCarrendar:- Inga finally emerged from her bedroom, being swatted on the backside by a very dapper looking Kraus. Sure his face still marked the bruises and cuts from his ordeal, but he was impeccably dressed in a designer Armani suit, in a dark navy, with a sweet closed white rose in the button hole of his jacket. Inga was dressed in Dior, a stunning gold gown that flowed down to the floor, and she was putting in her diamond earrings as she skipped out the door. Grinning over her shoulder at the love sick looking Kraus, she made a pawing action with her well manicured hand. “Rawr!” Kraus wiggled his eyebrows, and was set to take her back into the bedroom for round # 78362 (lol) but Sven clapped his hands. “Hello…this is our day, so if you don’t mind. Chop Chop.” The happy couple smirked and giggled like they were back in high school, as Dai opened the front door to let them out. Dai looked nervous and bowed as they passed him, only to be caught on the arm by a flustered Sven. “How many times do I have to remind them it’s our day?..Hmm? Hmm?” Dai chuckled and shut the door, so they could head down to where the cars could take them to the registry office. :: At the Marriott, many of Sven’s and Dai’s gay friends were turning up, in all manner of clothing. Some were in full drag, others in leathers and assorted dominatrix gear. Few others were dressed more formally, like Sven’s parents that stuck out like dog’s balls against the rest of the party. There was much chatter and excitement for this special occasion. :: Arriving at the Town hall, the two couples entered and headed up to the registration room, on the second floor, while the chauffeurs had a smoke and talked about the latest scandal to hit Prague. The massive motorway tragedy, and the escaped mental patients. It was in all the papers, and many were on the lookout for the one that got away…Darlene. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – She heard them talking next to her.. Czech was full of taboo’s, though registered partnership was almost fully accept among the crowd. Only 21% of the population was against it.. If the couple would try to adopt a baby today, the people with signs holding up screaming .. ‘’ you will burn in hell for sticking your dick in a man butt ‘’ would be with more supporters. Just a few strong religious people were standing next to her indeed with signs held in the sky trying to stop the couple from having their glorious day. (?) ‘’ I can see the flames above their heads! .. look at that.. disgusting! It’s not carnival.. ‘’ Darlene glanced sideways to see one of the females pointing at the few guests in full drag clothing, and the ones dressed in leather. Though when she heard the word carnival she got excited. (Darlene) ‘’ I like carnival yes? ‘’ The female next to her with the sign held up and slamming crosses in front of her while asking god to have mercy on souls, looked back at Darlene but not paying much attention. Darlene crossed the road while leaving her shoes behind. She wouldn’t stand out on bare feet compared to the drags. She had not noticed the two couples going inside.. she had not noticed that the one she was looking for was present with his Swedish kitty. She was looking out for the man in the superman outfit, not an Armani suit. Darlene passed the driver who had a smoke and talked about the fresh news of Prague. Darlene wearing her huge sunglasses just blended in the crowd as if she was part of the bunch. She loved carnival.. she loved carnival.. She hoped to dance the polka. While making her entrance in the Marriot hotel she observed the strange people from behind her sunglasses.. These people took carnival serious. Darlene happy as she was danced through the crowd, twirling and jumping she made her way to the main room looking for the polka.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The registration of the happy couple was a fairly standard affair. Unlike a real wedding, it was similar to the registrations in the US. The papers were signed by both Sven and Dai, while Inga took happy snaps with her hello kitty iphone. There was much joy when they were officially named as legal partners in the eyes of the Prague government. Sharing a kiss as they held up the legal document, Kraus and Inga clapped politely; all the while Kraus was unable to take his eyes off his adored Kitty girl. The serious part of the registration over, they headed back down to the foyer, and then out onto the street, where they walked the two blocks to the reception that was being held at the Marriott. What did shock Dai and Sven was the anti gay rally that was going on across the street. Inga flipped the bird to the placard waving citizens, clearly unimpressed with their slogans and chanting. Sven and Dai weren’t too happy about the spectacle, but were happy to see they had far more well wishers waiting for them at the Marriott. All four entered the hotel foyer to much applause from the delighted guests, who all trundled into the reception room on the ground floor. So many balloons and exquisite decorations, that were of course all organised by Dai, that the crowd was oohing and aahing over the lavish spectacle. No expense was spared, and on arriving, Inga and Kraus were offered flutes of sparkling champagne. The musicians, who were set up in the back of the room, struck up a delightful jazz rendition of “It had to be you.” Kraus and Inga tapped their glasses together and toasted each other for being reunited in time for the wedding. Naturally, they were unaware there was an uninvited guest…from Kraus’s horror hospital visit. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – (Darlene) ‘’ Sorry!.. sorry! … whups? .. does it hurt, yes? ‘’ Darlene bumping in on everyone while twirling and jumping through the crowd like either a drunk one, or a small child, she apologized to every single person who would turn around and have an annoyed look on her/his face. She saw a drag, a SM master.. or something. She even saw people that looked like mental beings that lived with her in the institute. She saw expensive coats, expensive dresses.. a blue cocktail dress which she avoided. She saw Dolce and cabana(SP?XD), Chanel, Dior.. Armani.. Dior.. Armani.. While twirling and grabbing a glass of sparkles from a silver plate a servant was holding she bumped into the woman with the Dior dress. (Darlene) ‘’ SORRY! .. this stuff makes me tingle inside, yes? ‘’ and with a flash Darlene moved on, not looking back the one she bumped into. Darlene looked at her glass while dancing the polka.. This stuff was better than her medication. After the first sip she could feel the alcohol running through her system. A strange tingling feeling within her veins. Her knees became more weak after two glasses.. and her vision wasn’t as clear as it was before. What did they call this medication? Darlene laughed at and for herself. While taking large sips it almost seemed as if she was eating her champagne glass. (Darlene) ‘’ Enough polka for Clementine! .. sit! ‘’ Darlene found an empty chair at a table and just moved her ass down on the chair. Darlene had, because of her wanting level, given herself a new name.. Clementine. She nearly believed she was always called that way at this point. She glanced at the people at the reception, wondering why they didn’t joined in on the polka she wanted to start.. was this even a carnival festival? One of the guest in full drag outfit was sitting next to her in a blinding yellow neon skirt.. Underneath it the heshe worn panties and high heels with iron studs.. Darlene tipsy as she was bended her head slightly to try and peek underneath the skirt.. and as soon as the drag person moved herhis head towards her Darlene looked away and took another large sip of her sparkles.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The crowd was chatting and laughing, drinking and enjoying the finger food offered by very daring looking bus boys. Even Inga caught an eyeful of one well hung lad and downed her champers in a flash. Kraus caught sight of this and tweaked her cheek playfully. “Don’t forget about me, Kitten.” Inga smirked and wrinkled up her nose in a pert way. “Only looking…ooo is that sushi?” Seeing another lad carrying a large platter of sushi, Inga took a morsel as the tray went passed and she popped it into her mouth, chewing heartily. Clearly all that sex had worked up her appetite. At the head table, Sven tapped a glass with a small spork and asked for all to take their seats for the first course and of course, the speeches. “Ello…ello. Yes…please everyone, find a seat and we will have our Best man, Kraus Zimmerman, do the honours, to welcome everyone. Yes Mamma…to the left…that table. *point point*…Mamma…not that table..the other one. Sheesh. Kraus..quickly darling, up here. Bring Ingy…there is a boy. Dai…I need a bubbly. Ingy..you sit there..Okay…we all settled peoples.” The room erupted into a chorus of “Yes!” as Kraus took the microphone and blew on it. “Testing…one two…Oh it works. Heh. Please..be seated. That’s right. Thank you.” Inga took a seat at the main table, right beside Sven, who was arguing with a waiter about the year of the champagne. With the room settling and the band taking a break, all eyes were on Kraus. “Ladies and Gentlemen…family and friends, thank you on behalf of Dai and Sven, for coming here to celebrate the “marriage” of our dear friends. Please, raise your glasses, and be upstanding as we toast their happiness.” Everyone stood, as Sven and Dai lent close to each other, posing for the photographer. “To the happy couple!” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – As the crowd was sitting down neatly at their tables Darlene got a better view of the reception.. the people in it, the purpose of this carnival spectacle. Loud talking funny looking people, posh people, normal ones.. And Her. The escaped mental patient. And then.. someone started to speak.. loud and raised his voice above the crowd. “Ello…ello. Yes…please everyone, find a seat and we will have our Best man, Kraus Zimmerman… ‘’ (Darlenes mind) + Kraus?… Kraus.. where does that name.. .. KRAUS?! ‘’ , blablablablablablaaa…*point point* Blablablablabla . Kraus.. (darlene’s mind) ‘’ I heard it well yes? Kraus?! ‘’ blablablabla . blablablablabla . blabalbalbla blue banana balls…. And then.. kraus stood there with a microphone in his hand.. Talking. But Darlene didn’t heard his words no longer.. atleast not his exact words. The face of Kraus.. the face of superman was in the same room as hers.. Her mind flipped over.. her brains rolling through her head. Her heart started to stop working for a few seconds.. Her eyes behind her sunglasses widened.. Flashbacks entered her mind of superman in the padded room, superman in the hallway.. Superman kissing her cheek.. Superman leaving the institute.. Superman who had gestured her to break free and find him. The thin line snapped. The control not only over her own brain but also over her senses were gone. She smelled things that weren’t in the room.. she saw faces that weren’t there.. but most important she heard the voice of superman talking to her.. through the microphone.. She saw superman pointing at Darlene.. She saw him blowing kisses to her.. it was all for her.. This whole spectacle was for her. “Testing…one two…Oh it works. Darlene this is for you.. Thank you.” “Ladies and Gentlemen…family and friends, thank you on behalf of Darlene, for coming here to celebrate the freedom and love of ours . Please, raise your glasses, and be upstanding as we toast happiness.” “To the happy couple, Darlene and Superman! ‘’. And as everyone stood.. Darlene stood.. but not on the ground.. not on the chair.. no she stood on the table removing her sunglasses from her face while having tears dropping from her eyes. She had spread her arms widely and opened her mouth.. In her mind everyone looked at her with a smile.. a smile to show how happy everyone was that Darlene found her Superman.. She was Lois all along. From her throat.. she sung with all her might. In reality it sounded like a drunk karaoke .. but in her mind she could sing like they did in musicals. ( Darlene) ‘’ You’re my Superman!, in my master plan!, you’re the symphony.. in my melody! ‘’ Darlene turned around to the band and made a gesture to start playing that song.. and if they did.. she would continue to sing her love for Superman.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Oh, it was truly a memorable occasion, with everyone standing up, raising their glasses, when all of a sudden, a girl dressed rather plainly, was on top of a table, and belting out song lyrics, that had everyone turning around and staring at the wide eyed girl. ‘’ You’re my Superman!, in my master plan!, you’re the symphony.. in my melody! ‘’ Darlene gestured the band to play along, and the lead singer shrugged, thinking this was some sort of staged prank and picked up the tune, so the room was filled with the strains of music, to match the sound coming from Darlene. Sven and Dai glanced at each other, and then babbling, wondering what on earth was going on. The crowd all joined in with Darlene as she sang, while Kraus looked dumbfounded. He recognised Darlene immediately, and you could see the microphone slipping from his hand. “Darlene..?” he murmered almost under his breath, while Inga was helping herself to the sushi tray on the main table. “Ooo is this prawn and avocado?” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The crowd joined her, the band played.. it was time for the kiss as Kraus had said her name. she heard, in her imagination, his voice to be filled with passion and love. With a jump she jumped off the table knocking glasses of sparkles over and ruining the table cloth. As she landed on the ground she ran forwards to the main table where Superman was standing.. with the microphone slipped from his hand. She heard cheering, yelling.. ‘’Woohoo’s’’ and what not. As Darlene would reach Kraus she would simply just press her lips against his, and if their lips would connect.. she would firstly hold him in her arms and then grab the Armani suit and try to undress him to show the world the superman outfit he was wearing underneath it. All her hard work, all her struggles, and all her sanity would disappear when she would kiss him. For once she could let him meet the clean Darlene.. the one without the poop stains and the salvia.. The Darlene she was when she was free.. — The tipsy-off-medication-Darlene. The Darlene who could turn from sweet, to rage in less than 0,4 seconds. But as long as she was with Kraus.. she promised herself to be good.. –
CharlotteCarrendar: – While Inga was chewing her sushi and humming along with the song, Sven rose up from his chair and moved to get in earshot of Kraus, to whisper “What is going on?” Course, he would barely get it out, when Darlene made her move. Knocking over glasses of bubbly, upsetting guests, who had been singing along, then she ran straight for Kraus, who took a step back, and felt the ceremonial cake in behind him. Darlene, went straight in to kiss the startled Kraus, causing Inga to nearly choke on her sushi. Spitting out the morsel on her plate, she grabbed her purse, and came up to the other side of Kraus, as Darlene was trying to rip off Kraus’s expensive jacket. “Heyz!…Getaway…from my man!”- Inga cried and tried to beat Darlene off with her petite Hello Kitty snap clutch. Dai could see what was happening and then cheered. “Taking bets…oh this is funny. Sven..you organise this?!” Just then the door to the reception room flew open and there was standing a very irate looking Helga. “INGA…I counted to fifty!” Inga stopped mid swat with her clutch and meeped. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – She had felt his lips before on her cheek, but she never imagined them to be so soft on her mouth. More proof she didn’t needed.. he was hers. As she was trying to strip superman from his dull suit she could feel commotion around her.. And in her eye corners she saw the blonde Swedish kitty going at her with a hello kitty purse.. Screaming “Heyz!… I’m going to steel …your man!” No way.. no way.. no fucking way that was going to happen.. Darlene released Kraus his suit and tried to defend herself with her arms against the purse that was slapped against her.. picking a moment she could fight back for her man. Then the blonde kitty seemed to be distracted by the reception door that would fly open.. and a woman walked in. This was Darlene’s chance … Darlene imitating the movements of Alex two weeks back in the hospital she clenched her fist and aimed it right in Kitty’s stomach. She would throw her punch fast.. but as she was not trained for martial arts.. or whatever it was.. she didn’t really mastered the foot work.. if there was any. Anyhow. As Darlene threw the punch hoping it would hit the blonde kitty she took a step to the left in Kraus’s direction. Being tipsy after she would connect or not connect the hit stumbled over her own feet and would fall sideways against Kraus.. Now here’s the funny part.. That beautiful cake which was already slightly tilting due the fact Kraus was slightly leaning on it would drop onto the person sitting behind it. –
CharlotteCarrendar:- It was like a riot was about to break out in the reception. The drag Queens all squealed, pulling amazing wax like facial expressions while the doms and their subs cheered at the antics happening at the front table. Inga was furious to see this girl latching onto her Kraus, like he was some common wall boy. Course, Helga had to enter the fray, storming into the room, still smitten with the blonde Hello kitty Kitten. But then Darlene threw a punch at Inga, that connected and sent her off her feet and disappearing behind the main table. WOAH! Like King Kong himself had been morphed into Helga, she saw her “beloved” getting decked, and snorted loudly, as she pushed up the sleeves of her Nike tracksuit. “YOUR DEADZ!” she roared at Darlene. Charging straight for her, while Dai jumped up on the main table and assumed several rather interesting martial arts poses. “I know kung fu….haaaaaiiiii ya!” Sven fell back only to have the cake land on him, with Inga knocked out on the floor, after hitting her head. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – The environment changed, signals changed.. the crowd changed.. her mind changed. 0,4 seconds ago everyone was happy that she and superman had declared their love.. and now people were already trying to stop them from having an relationship. The moment she punched Inga, and Inga was sent flying over the main table it had hit Darlene. Behind her Dai was standing on the table doing the kung fu moves.. and Sven was covered in cake.. She pushed herself off Kraus and turned her body to the raging and charging Helga.. Screaming that Darlene was deadz. Darlene her complete posture changed.. she stood up straight and seemed to have one goal at this moment. Defend and protect Superman from the squealing woman charging at them. No time for being the scared cat. Darlene’s pony tail came loos as she dashed forwards to charge at Helga.. she ran and her hair followed her. Her bare feet making no sound on the floor as she was going to meet Helga halfway. Darlene’s arms were moving in front of her, taking in the position.. clenching fist.. The plan was when she would meet Helga halfway .. to jump up and give a painful punch right on her nose. She watched how Superhero’s do it in movies.. time for her copy skills to do their work. With a rage face she barged at Helga.. (Darlene) ‘’ NOT BEFORE I KILL YOU! ‘’
CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like a scene from a National Lampoon movie, only mixed in with a gay Mardi gras..Possibly a bit of Les Mis. Screaming, kicking, yelling, swearing, and then of course there were those that appreciated a bit of action, in the form of the hulking Helga. Helga was not only a body builder; she was a wrestler and a weightlifter too. Talk about the perfect athlete, and with Darlene making a run straight for her, well….odds were in Helga’s favour. As Darlene made her jump into the air, with arm straight out, Helga reached to snatch her wrist with right hand, while her left hand came up from underneath like a cannon, to smash at Darlene’s elbow. What this would do is weaken her considerably, while getting a firm lock on the girl’s damaged arm. Snarling and snorting, the one tonne behemoth, would tip her huge head back and bring it forward so to smash the girl’s head like a watermelon, if she did not escape Helga’s vice like grip. Behind the main table, Kraus was scooping up his beloved Inga, whilst on the main table, Dai was break dancing, as the band struck up the tune. “Everybody was kung fu fighting…..HA!” <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Maybe it was Darlene’s mind that showed her a different picture of Helga.. maybe in her mind Helga was this cute little.. thin .. innocent and weak girl running with her arms flailing. Maybe she had missed the danger of charging at a bodybuilder. Compared to Helga, Darlene was skinny as hell.. white as hell.. and weak.. as hell. But not having to carry the extra muscle weights might made Darlene a tad faster. Darlene blinded by hatred for everyone that would point a finger towards her Superman came closer.. and eventually wanted to make the jump for it. Stretching her arm and her fist aiming for Helga’s face. And she did made the jump.. But stupid Darlene had no escape from the air. As she felt Helga’s right hand wrap around her wrist, Darlene decided to continue the hit with her knee. As he wrist was caught and just before Helga’s left hand would smash against her elbow she used the ‘’Hanging moment ‘’ to move her knee forwards aiming for Helga’s stomach. Before the pain would go through her right arm, and before she could even realize her knee wouldn’t hit as hard as she wanted due the pain that would race through her arm and shoulder, Helga would bring her head back.. and then the next thing Darlene saw was the face of Helga in her face.. Her forehead against her forehead. Her brains felt like they made sixty flips in her head and every sound, every smell, every signal just faded in the back.. Her vision went nearly black and her muscles released the tension. Before her eyes rolled in the back of her head for a few minutes they were pointed down at Helga’s chest.. Darlene’s mind not functioning well after the blow had a series of questions about Helga’s boobs. With her free arm she reached over to her chest. Darlene simply pressed her 5 fingers on the woman’s chest to feel how hard her boobs were. (Darlene) ‘’ .. I bet you produce steroid milk.. ehe.. ehehehehe ‘’ Damn that woman had a hard boob. Lights out.. bed time.. Power nap.
CharlotteCarrendar: – There is a defining moment in a fight. Sort of like when David took on Goliath, or New York City took on King Kong. It’s usually pretty predictable, which is why, when Darlene made a mad ass run at the enormous German, the entire room stopped what they were doing to see just how many rounds the spritely mental patient could go against HELGA the HULK. If you could put the following actions into some sort of slow motion play, it showed Darlene’s rage, exploding from her with the powered force of her arm, thrust through the air, and aiming for her nose. Course, Helga, was on the ball, being experienced in such attacks, and collected the girl’s arm forcefully. But it was the underside power punch towards the elbow, that truly did the damage, weakening the girl. Darlene went for broke, using her knee to try and inflict damage to the wrestler’s stomach, and that kick did meet its mark. The affect? RAGE on a new level. The head of Helga ploughing into the young mental patient, and completely knocking her out. K.O! Well..almost. The girl was brazen enough to shove her dirty mits right into the bewbage of the enormous German. ‘’ .. I bet you produce steroid milk.. ehe.. ehehehehe ‘’ The room fell silent as Helga simply released the girl from her grip and this would mean she would collapse on the floor, if out cold. With the whole room now gawking at Helga, she turned around and did a Hulk like muscle pose, and that is when the band lighting switched on and turned her skin…an eerie shade of green. But …it was not over. Kraus emerged from behind the main table and rose up. Pointing at the oversized German. “Oi….you can’t just barge in here and beat up defenceless…*then he looked down at Darlene and frowned, realising she was a walking time bomb*…patients.” Helga’s head twitched and then she drew her right foot back, and brought it forward in a massive powered kick, to try and kick the unconscious Darlene’s head in. At this point, Dai had seen enough and screamed out “BANZAI!” and leapt off the main table, landing on the body of Darlene on the floor, to take the full kick from the Wrestler, which could send both flying across the floor. THIS would start a full on riot. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – Was it cold because the blood stream had left her face? Was it cold because the touch of the hard boob of Helga the mad hulk German was made of stone? Was she wearing stones in her bra? .. Was it cold because she had hit the floor? Darlene for sure didn’t know.. the only thing she felt at one point was a body lying on top of her.. had she defeated the wrestler with her massaging hands? Had she pressed Helga’s nipple and actually shut her down? .. Or was she being raped? Whatever happened.. Darlene no like.. Darlene really no like.. She felt her consciousness coming back slowly.. She could feel tingles all over her body and slowly but surely getting feeling back in her arms and legs. As if she woken up from a dream she muttered. (Darlene) ‘’ Don’t let her have kids, okay? They be fed on steroid milk.. ‘’ She then slowly raised her left arm to push off whatever was laying on top of her. She opened her eyes and noticed the man on top of her.. so she was getting raped?! Darlene panic mode on! With a delay of 5 seconds due her body being stiff and didn’t recollected itself from the blow yet Darlene started to move her body, trying to get herself up and the man off her. Confused as she was she tried her best to make a great escape but for the moment she was unable to do anything. –
CharlotteCarrendar: – Covered in cake, Sven emerged from behind the main table too, and saw his beloved had dived onto the wayward Darlene, who was spread eagled on the floor. “Baby?!”- he wailed and ran, arms flailing to tear him off the besieged Darlene. Reaching his side, he snatched up Dai’s arm and tried to lift him off, all the while the rest of the guests, much of the Prague’s elite in the gay community, all set upon the enormous Helga, beating her with everything they could get their hands on…but it was one petite lady, who managed to pick up an expensive vase and smash it over the back of Helga’s head. The force of the marble vase, knocked out the Hulkinator, who went cross eyed as she slumped to the floor. Who was the lady? “I hated when she touched my tits. Now…will someone please..explain who DAT is?” Inga said, pointing to the woman on the floor. <3>
MaylionCarrendar: – It went fast and in slow-motion at the same time. Darlene still not fully being recovered from her knock out heard the gay man pulling his love of her.. but not really realizing it all she still thought it was some freaky rape attack. How can someone like to rape unconscious females. The guest had gathered.. slapping not-so-poor German Helga the hulk.. and finally she heard a vase shattering and the sound of the massive muscles falling down on the floor next to her. Darlene pushed Sven of her and rolled a few times to the other side making sure there was no rape attempt left on her body. Back to the present.. and back to her full rage moment Darlene stood up wobbling on her feet while hearing Inga scream and pointing at her. Darlene lifting only her left hand to point at kraus and catching her breath.. and trying to find the right words spoke.. (Darlene) ‘’ I’m Lois lane right?.. Superman’s wife.. and you blonde tit.. you can’t take him away from me, okay?! ‘’ with mad eyes she stared at every single person in the room.. (Darlene) ‘’ Nobody can. ‘’ –
-The ride home from the Coda restaurant was a relatively smooth one. Inga kept shaking her head, trying to rid her mind of the memories of being so up, close and personal with the brute like Helga. Inga was also missing a shoe, which she had dropped under the table, in a bid to make Helga think she was coming on to her. But to get out of the date, in such spectacular style, was indeed a win for her. The boys had set her up, intentionally or not, and she was going to make sure that they paid for their crimes. Fancy setting her up with such a creature, was beyond her.
The laughter that had come from Dai was so loud, it was a wonder that Helga didn’t twig, but that was probably due to the fact she was so taken in by Inga’s beauty. Seeing and feeling Helga’s adoration got Inga to thinking more clearly about her sexual orientation. She knew, she could not have gay tendencies, and was not even remotely attracted to Helga…boobs and all. Deep down inside, she knew there was only one man that made her feel truly whole. One man that had moved heaven and earth in a bid to keep her safe, but ended up hurting her from his follies.
“Damn himz.” Inga cursed, tossing her Hello Kitty clutch onto the seat beside her. Closing her eyes tight, she could still see those wonderful moments that they shared, that she had tried so hard to bury. But how can you ever escape the love you feel for someone else, even if they had such faults. Inga believed it was over, that her heart could go on without him, but the truth was, she still needed him, probably as much as he needed her. Finally, her eyelids opened, and she found that the cab had pulled up just outside her apartment block. Home at last. And well ahead of the boys. The cabbie read her the meter and Inga nodded, taking out enough Euros and a tip, to pay the driver. She opened the door, and hopped out of the cab, being lop sided, due to only having one shoe on still. Inga slipped off the shoe, and bent down to pick it up, holding it with her free hand, as she padded up to the front entrance. Inga now looked incredibly petite without the height her shoes granted her, and with the length of her dress, she seemed to have a longer train than before. Her key card was in her clutch, and with her shoe now tucked under her arm, she delved her hand in to fetch it out, just so she could open the door.
“Inga..?”
A voice came from behind her, one that she had not heard for some time. Holding the key card tight in her hand, she froze and glanced over her shoulder, to see…..him. Only a few feet away, dressed in mismatched street clothes, was none other than Kraus. Inga felt the key card then slip from her hand, shocked to see him..just standing there. His face was so battered and bruised, and with bandages and all, he was hard to recognise. The way his hair was, not sleeked back, but wild, and unkempt. You could see though, in his eyes, he was so pleased to see her, but at the same time, frightened. Frightened; possibly of rejection. Inga frowned and fumbled, knowing her makeup was a mess, due to Helga’s tongue lashing, and also she was without shoes. She quickly bent down and snatched up the key card, a flurry of movement, like she wanted desperately to get inside her apartment building. Inga turned away from him, and with a shaking hand, tried to swipe the key card to open the lock, but she kept swiping it around the wrong way…repeatedly. The red light stayed on, and she shook her head, pursing her lips. Kraus took a step towards her and his voice…so soft, he said….
“Please….please just hear me out.”
Inga stopped trying to get the key card to swipe through, though she could be heard to release a sigh. Maybe she was not ready for this, though it was strange how he came to fill her mind with sweet memories, just before in the cab ride home. Head lowered, she turned around as she fiddled with the key card in her hand. Almost embarrassed now, to even look at him. The last time Inga saw him, was when she placed the black rose upon him as he lay in the hospital bed. Her final good bye, was what she felt she had to do…not because she didn’t love him, but because she did. Inga mumbled under her breath incoherently, while waiting for him to speak, but Kraus could not hold himself back. Nothing could. He took those last few steps to her and placed a finger under her chin, to tip her face up so she could see him clearly. Her blonde curls fell back from her face, and revealed her to him.
“Tell me…that you never loved me, and I swear I won’t bother you again.”
Inga’s face said it all, her brows knitted tightly, while her chin was trembling. Eyes that tried to look away, but coming back to focus on his. He would be able to feel it, see it. The truth was there, as plain as day. Though Kraus’s jaw was still healing, and his face ached from the bruising and cuts, he found himself smiling down at her. It was almost as if she didn’t have to say it. Her body language spoke volumes. Kraus’s right hand moved slowly around to cup her cheek, to cradle it as he waited for her to say, what he already knew now in his heart. Finally, she found her voice. At first a stutter, then…
“I..I.. never stopped loving youz, Kraus”
The words, though said so softly, brought up a wave of emotion from Kraus. You could hear him cry out and then take up Inga in his arms, kissing her as though his life depended on it. He practically lifted her up off the ground, and held her so tightly. At first, she did not respond, but slowly, the walls of her heart came tumbling down, the fortress, and the battlements smashed and rocked, as she returned the kiss with such need of her own. So much they had been through in their lives and the only true joy came from being with the other. Kraus was actually crying as he continued to kiss her. The sheer relief and wonder that he had not lost her after all, was overwhelming. Such a beautiful moment for their love had been rekindled, awakened like the coals that rest in the fire pit, had been sparked to life and now were ablaze once more. Kraus took the key card from her hand, having broken the kiss, and the light turned green. He opened the door and swept her up into his arms, and carried her inside, all the while, planting kisses upon her forehead, the pair vanishing behind the door.
A second taxi pulled up, and in it were two very dirty looking individuals, both covered in cake and jello, frostings and icing. Sven paid the driver, who cursed them both for ruining the inside of his cab with the desert muck. Dai looked like someone had taken a bowl of trifle and dumped it square on his head, while Sven, had a black eye, and walked with a limp. The cab sped away, leaving the two boys standing there. Dai started to sob.
“I have…jello up my nose” -he placed a finger on the opposite side of his nose, and blew out a chunk, while Sven was walking oddly. “She tipped custard down my pants…so don’t cry to me.” On reaching the door, Sven took out his sticky looking key card and tried to swipe it. Naturally, the cake covered magnetic strip could not be read. They were locked out. Sven pressed onto the intercom, hoping Inga was in a good mood, and could unlock the door. But what he heard was not what he expected.
“Inga’s busy right now…*Inga giggles as Kraus continues*…why not try the YMCA tonight, fellas.”
Dai and Sven were both shocked as the intercom signed off, and they realized who that was. KRAUS?! With bits of desserts dripping off them, they both turned around and ambled down the street, knowing full well, that Inga would not be entertaining their wicked games this night….or any night soon. <3>
-And so the fateful night arrived. Six p.m sharp, Inga arrived in a taxi, along with her agent Sven and his fiancé Dai. Inga looked stunning, in a strapless black cocktail dress, that had a sweeping train, with a large split up the right side, to show off her svelte thigh. Sven and Dai both wore tuxedos for this evening, since they had chosen the Coda restaurant as an ideal place to have Inga meet her blind date; the mysterious Helga. Course she was no mystery to the boys, they had both made a pact that they wanted Inga to be happy, with someone who they thought might actually measure up, and we don’t mean just in the bust department. Sven trotted round and opened the door for Inga, and offered his hand, so he could escort her in. Nothing worse than going into such a beautiful restaurant on your own. With both boys flanking her either side, they all headed in together, where they were met by the Maitre’d, Phillipe.
“Ah…and welcome to the Coda restaurant. Miss Inga, you will be dining on our rooftop, as we have a very special table lined up for you.” Inga clutched her Hello Kitty purse tightly within her hands, as Sven stepped forward and shook the Maitre’d’s hand. “I am Sven, Inga’s agent. Dai and I made the booking on her behalf, for this occasion. Her guest will be along shortly. “- The Maitre’d shook Sven’s hand warmly, and then escorted all three towards the lift. Inga glanced back at the boys and then asked. “Vait…I thought you were eating downstairs.” Both of the boys looked at each other and then Dai pipped up and said; “We..want to make sure everything goes okay. So we will have a table far from you…but close enough if this person is making you uncomfortable and…you want to go.”
This sounded plausible and thankfully, Inga bought it, lock stock and barrel. “Oh…okayz.”- Shrugging her shoulders, she stepped into the lift with the giggling pair in tow, and the doors slid closed as the Maitre’d took them up to the rooftop. On arrival, the doors opened, and what a spectacular view awaited them. The Prague skyline at night, with many of its historic buildings illuminated by the architectural lighting. Inga had seen the city at night, many times before, just never like this. Stepping out into the cool air, Inga’s hair, which is swept up this evening into a bun, but with fine wisps framing her face; is playfully teased. Picking up a section of her gown to help her glide across to the table that was marked reserved, the Maitre’d pulls out a chair for her, and offers her a glass of the house wine to try. Inga glances up at the label and nods, as he presents it upon a cloth that is draped over his forearm. Phillipe starts to pour but a small sample for her to try, and she takes up the glass, swirling it before taking a sip, to let the taste be captured. Pleased with this, she sets down the glass once more and Phillipe continues to fill it, while another waiter, brings over the menu, and sets one down in the empty place that would be for her guest.
Across on the other side of the roof, just beyond some well placed hedging, Sven and Dai are seated at a table for two, but clearly, they were both curious to see what would be happening over at Inga’s table. Sven is handed a menu by the waiter and flips it open, while Dai is keeping an eye on the lift. Both men knew what Helga looked like, and Dai found it very hard to keep a straight face, when the boys first told Inga about Helga. Words like “Perfection….and bouncy” were used to describe the mystery blind date. Inga almost had second thoughts, but when told of the Restaurant chosen for the date, she quickly settled on the idea. Now, it was the hour, the moment when Inga may find new love, or be scared out of her wits, and want to jump off the balcony. Dai fidgeted with his napkin, tapping his right foot, so excited about the moment the lift doors opened. Sven even had to look up from the menu.
The waiter was passing the lift doors, as they slid open, and as he made his way, he was the first to catch sight of Helga. So shocked, by the sheer size of this muscular mountainous beauty, he walked right into the hedge and toppled over it, disappearing from view. The clatter of plates brought up Sven and Dai’s attention, and the looks on their faces said but one thing. “We’re dead.” Yes, Helga, was not some ordinary body builder, come weight lifter. She looked like she could easy pull a semi trailer half way up the road and not break a sweat. Or, break a man’s balls with a flick of her pinky. Dressed, or should I say, adorned in well placed swatches of blue fabric, that one would be crazy to even call a dress, she teetered over to where the voluptuous Swede was sitting. Hearing the odd click clack of a woman’s heels, Inga had just placed down her glass of wine, to look up and see the Goddess of Fitness take her seat. Inga was too shocked for words. She simply sat there, with her mouth open. A simple blink, and then she blurted. “I’m…expecting a woman for dinner.” Inga must of thought this was a female impersonator, who was part of the German weightlifting team. Helga lent forward, as her generous breasts thudded onto the crockery. ~crunch~ “I am voman…I am Helga..your new…lover.” Over on the other side of the rooftop, Dai had just fallen backwards off his seat when he heard the crockery getting crunched by the woman’s breasts. “Ahahahahahaha.” You could hear the mad laughter of the wee Japanese man, while Sven got up and tried to help him back up, all the while, hoping Inga was not about to come over and smash a pot plant on his head.
The peals of laughter were not lost on Inga, who was inwardly planning such horrible things for Dai and Sven when they got back to the apartment. But there were more pressing matters, like the bare back gorilla with blonde plait wig sitting across from her, who was licking a bread stick, like it was some sick sexual fetish. More laughter came from the back of the rooftops, and Inga’s eyes narrowed sharply. Do ho ho ho. So this was how they repaid her kindness, by setting her up on a fake date. Was Helga in on this plot? Who was to know, but Inga then decided to make it look all the more realistic. Reaching up behind her head, she slowly withdrew the hair pins, that held her bun in place, so her blonde curls would cascade upon her shoulders and back, while the German body builder looked on, startled by the sudden show of sexuality. We have to remember that Inga is a porn star come actress, and if it’s one thing she knows how to do, it’s how to turn on the charm.
“Oooo I must..Apologise. I was just blown away by how….sexy you are, dahlink.” Inga reached across and then ran her well manicured hand across Helga’s cheek, which caused Helga to drop her bread stick in surprise. Well this was a turn on. The body builder drew her shoulders back and proudly stuck out her mammoth chest, before taking Inga’s hand and started sucking her fingers hungrily, right at the table. “Mmmmm baby…you know you can eat me laterz.”- Inga purred.
Over on the other table, you could no longer hear laughter, instead it was gobsmacked silence. Sven looked like he was going to be sick. Dai, was in a state of shock. “She’s letting her suck her fingers.” Dai finally said, before hiding behind a menu when Inga looked around and flashed a fake smile. Sven wiggled his fingers in response, but then reached for a glass of water, downing it quickly. This was going a little too well for either of them to believe. “I’m not so sure I like this…what if she really likes her. Eeek..what if we have to wake up to that every morning.” – Dai peeked out from behind his menu and then asked. “I wonder if she pees standing up.”
The waiter brought the entree, which were oysters. Natural. Inga drew back her hand from Helga, who was more than just hungry for food. Inga picked up an oyster and took up her fork, to tease the morsel around in the shell, while the German, was practically salivating and wiggling in her chair. Inga toyed with the meat with her tongue, as Helga whimpered watching her, and then held up two fingers, licking between them, as an example of what she planned to do to Inga after the last course. By the looks of things, Inga was going to be desert. Inga downed the oyster and smacked her lips, before taking up the wine glass. You could hear the clunk of a shoe being dropped under the table, as Inga’s foot disappeared up between Helga’s legs. Needless to say, Helga started to wolf down the oysters, trying to hurry up the meal, so she could throw Inga over her shoulder and go climb the highest building in Prague to ravage her.
Back at the boys table, they were both head down in discussion behind their menus. “You organised this. I don’t want her dating Queen Kong!” Sven swore, as Dai was shrugging his shoulders and coughing loudly. “Shush…maybe…she is into big women…how was I to know?” Sven peeked over his menu back at the loving couple on the other side of the restaurant and looked set to barf, when he saw Inga spoon feeding Helga lemon sorbet. Helga was closing her eyes and sucking the spoon as Inga made goose lips at her and purred. “Who’s a good Helga…You arez…You arez…Yes you are.” The way this was going, Inga was defiantly bringing home something. Sven started to bang his forehead on the table. “No no no no no no.”
Just then, the lift doors open and out comes the lounge singer, with a violinist, who had been organised earlier by Dai, as part of the “date” surprise. The violinist started to play fiercely, while the singer, who happened to be Spanish, did a fascinating rendition of My heart will go on, by Celine Dion. Inga extended her hand to the incredible Hulk of Helga, who kicked back her chair and swept around the table, seizing up Inga like she was a rag doll. Together, they started to Tango around the roof tops, with Inga snatching up the rose out of Sven and Dai’s table vase and clenching it between her teeth, as she glided past. The look on the boys face; absolute horror. ~K thud..K thud..K thud!~ their glasses were trembling, like a T Rex was fast approaching. “Feels like an earth quake, Sven.” Sven took up the water again to drink and said. “If she does this to a building…what the hell will she do to Inga’s bed springs?” Dai looked shocked. “We have to stop this…it’s gone too far.”
Indeed. Inga caught sight of the horrified looks on the boys faces, and now it was time to execute her final act in this dinner with disaster. As the song came to a wonderful climax, Inga removed the rose from her teeth and tossed it over her shoulder, before embracing Helga with both hands, boobs squishing together. Inga kissed her ravenously, so much so that the Hulking Helga gave back, practically slobbering all over the woman’s face, and probably licking off a good amount of her makeup. Breaking the kiss, Inga stepped back blinking, and then she whispered in Helga’s ear. “I want to play …a game. It’s called, Hide…and come seek me out. You…close your eyes, and count to fifty…and when you find me. You can have me.” She planted a kiss on Helga’s nose and then spun her around three times. The final time she snatched up her purse, and the flipped the boys the bird, as she dashed for the lift. The lift happened to open with the desert trolley being trundled out, ripe with all manners of sweets and jellies. Inga zipped into the lift and then pressed the button, as Helga started counting. “One…two…three. ~ping~….four…five.” That’s right folks, Inga just did the bolt.
When Sven and Dai saw that Inga just pulled a Cinderella, since she did leave a shoe under the table, they both gulped. Here was this enormous and sexually aroused mountain twirling around and counting to fifty, while Inga was now getting in a cab and going home to wash her face, and have a long hot bath. Sven and Dai got up slowly and started to creep towards the lift too, when the large Helga opened her eyes to see that Inga had actually gone. The boys froze right before the desert trolley and it was like someone had just waved a red flag to a bull. “VHERE IS INGA?!” she roared as the boys both screamed like girls and tipped up the trolley cart, sending jellies and custard flying at the enraged behemoth. “EEEEEK!” they both screamed, and started pressing the lift button madly, as the furious German stomped over and gripped them both by the back of the necks, twirling them around like bait on a hook. “ I WANT MY INGA!” Dai was praying…”I don’t speak gorilla….eeeep!”
(The following scenes are unsuitable for disclosure, lets just say that it would be a long time before either boy would be organizing another date for Inga anytime soon.)
-Sitting in Sven’s office, Dai was busy tapping away at his lap top, grinning mischievously, as he was going through the numerous applications for a date with the blonde bombshell, Inga Snoggleblom. Across the other side of the desk, Sven was fielding calls from merchandising companies, to have promote their products, since the success of the Oil of Ole’s commercials, and the Hello Kitty ambassador role for Europe. With his chair swivelled away from Dai, he was looking out his office window, tapping a pencil on his knee and nodding, as he spoke to a representative from Nike.
“Oh yes, she loves to run. Does it every morning. I can’t see why we can’t organise a shoot, say..next Wednesday. Bout five am start? Yah. Okay good. I get her ready for you.”
Hanging up from the call, he twirled around to see Dai beaming. Tossing the pencil onto the desk, Sven gazed at his lover adoringly. The two men were very much in love, and their upcoming union, was to be the highlight of the year. So much planning and preparation to be done, but of course, Dai was hell bent on finding Inga the perfect woman. Sven was not altogether sure that Inga would take to dating women so easily. She always seemed to prefer men, but after Kraus, and then Le Cock, now she was looking for a change. Placing his elbows on the desk, his upturned fists under his chin, he smiled warmly at Dai, who was tapping away at the lappy like a fiend.
“You having any luck, love?” -Sven asked, with a slight purr in his voice. “Does Inga like…water sports?” This was just one of the items on a particular woman’s application, and Sven tipped his head to the right, and then decided to joke around with it. “Does she like to get wet?….Sure, I am pretty sure she does.” Dai frowned and picked up a nearby desk plushie and tossed it at him, striking him on the nose. “No…be serious. I am looking for things they have in common. It helps with conversation…compatibility.” “I really think that chatting is the last thing on either woman’s mind..no? They be..eating each other out. No time for talking.”
Dai shook his head and went back to tapping on his laptop key pad, as Sven picked up the plushie and held it to his cheek. “You can’t stay mad at meeeee. I am too cute. *he made fish lips and winked, while the sound of clacking keys continued unabated. Sven brought the plushie down onto the desk top and started to dance him around, holding him with his pinkies and index fingers, singing “I need a lover that won’t drive me crazy.” Dai stopped typing and then you could hear him hum to himself. Biting his bottom lip, he appeared to be thinking very hard about a possible candidate.
“Inga…she loves to talk about…her boobs, yes?” “Naturally…they are her biggest asset. She is very proud of them. I mean, you seen all the posters and pictures at home, showing them off. Inga..loves Boobs. No doubt. Why, you ask?” Dai then smiled broadly, as he turned the lap top around to show who he thought would be the perfect woman, for their Inga. In a stunning bikini that barely covered her mammoth breasts, was none other than German body builder, Helga Reidstien. With a glistening body, and doing a perfect body builder’s pose, she was showing off her assets, to full affect.
“Ahahahahaahhahaha!” Sven pushed himself back in his chair, and roared with laughter. Dai turned the lap top back around and scratched his head. “What is so funny? She is beautiful. And, she likes many things the same as Inga. I think they will hit it off. Imagine the publicity.” Dai actually had a point there. With these two women on the red carpets of Prague’s A list set, they were bound to get the paparazzi into a frenzy.
“Imagine the sex….like..eww No…let’s not imagine that. I think I need to scrub my brain with bleach.” Dai huffed and then waited for the final answer. He was poised to click accept, but wanted Sven to give the okay. Sven toyed with the plushie in his hands some more and then shrugged his shoulders and poked out his tongue. “One date can’t hurt. Besides, they don’t call them, blind dates for nothing. We just tell Inga..what she needs to know, and let the Goddess of Love and honey do the rest.” That was enough for Dai, who raised his finger on high and brought it down, clicking accept. Inga was about to have the date of her life. Dai then sent an email off to Helga, with a sweet red love heart and set for the date to be at 6.00pm, on Friday night. Reservations would be made at a top billing restaurant, and Dai had thoughts of making himself and Sven scarce for when she got back with her date, in case things went…too well. Closing his lap top, he happened to notice Sven, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Are you crying?” Dai asked. “No…this is the funniest thing I have ever been a part of. Even if she kills me later, I am going to want to capture the look on her face. Priceless.” Question was, would the boys live to tell the tale? <3>
-Arriving back at her apartment, Inga was in a right state. Losing her new puppy when Jacque Le Coq squashed him on the set of “Le Cock”, she was also sporting a very sore backside from his onscreen antics. Holding her ass with one hand, and trying to turn the key in her door, she was grumbling. As if the day couldn’t get much worse. Inga finally got the door lock to turn, and started to turn the handle, when the sound of grunting and panting reached her ears. The sound was not totally unfamiliar, however, the last thing she expected to see, was Dai and Sven going hammer and tongs on her Hello Kitty couch. With Dai on all fours and Sven pounding him from behind, they both suddenly froze as Inga came through the door, hunched over with a pained expression. “Inga?!” they chorused, both glistening in sweat. Inga gave them a half assed wave and said breathlessly. “Don’t ztop cause of me…just…cleanz up when you done. I hatez the cum stainz.” And with that, she went into her room and slammed the door shut. Dai purred back at Sven, wanting very much to continue and Sven bit his lip, having second thoughts. But one push back from Dai was all it took, and they both went right on back to it. Their cries and moans reached Inga’s ears, as she was searching her cupboard for an inflatable ring for her ass. Tossing out Hello Kitty toys galore, she finally found one, still in its box, and then went to sit on the edge of her bed, only to give a small yelp, as her tush landed on the soft bedding. For a moment she winced, holding the box in her hand, cursing at herself for being so silly, to even try sitting without the inflated ring. She took out the ring and unplugged the blow hole, unfurling the ring and bringing it to her lips to inflate, as Sven could be heard, loud and clear, crying out Dai’s name.”YESSSS..FUCK YESSSS!” Inga kept blowing hard into the ring, practically going cross eyed, and Dai was then heard to squeal, then start swearing in Japanese, since his jizz made a stain on the couch. There were a few tense moments, as the two lovers went about trying to clean up their mess, before Sven chased Dai into their room, so they could enjoy a hot shower together. Oh the joys of living with a gay couple.
Exiting her bedroom with the blow up ring, Inga glanced around, and gave a sigh of relief, that the boys had retreated to their room to finish what had started in her lounge. She trotted over to check her lounge, just in case after hearing Dai’s rapid fire Japanese swearing, and found that they had cleaned up whatever they did. Tossing the rubber ring on her favourite chair, she eased herself down gently, letting out a few short pants before settling in her seat. With her right elbow on the side arm of the chair, and her hand propping up the side of her head, Inga looked miserable. Shoving her hand down into the side of the chair, she fished out the remote control and turned on the wide screen television, flicking through the channels, unable to find anything that she felt was worth watching. Sven was the first to emerge from his room, doing up his shirt, his head bowed, before looking up and seeing Inga, flicking through the channels. It then dawned on him that something was missing from this scene. “Inga…where is the puppy? Is he in your room sleeping?” His head cocked towards her bed room door, then when he didn’t hear anything coming from it, he asked. “Where is the doggy?” Inga kept her face pointed towards the television and sighed as she said. “Le Cock squashed him, after Doggy bit his ballz.” Sven blinked and then wondered if he heard her right. “Who is Le Cock….and why he squashed the doggy?” The puppy, which had been a gift from Sven and Dai, to help her overcome her depression, had only been with the household for a day. Inga finally stopped changing channels and naturally it landed on the music station, as a classic song belted out.
“You know I went to the DESPERADO studio to get backz into the game. You know…the movies. Well, they had..this…actor, his name was Jacque Le Coq..’ before Inga could even finish was she was going to say, Sven slapped his hand to his cheek. “Le Cock?!” Inga nodded slowly and Sven tried to hold back his horror. “He…has a very big…p..p..p..” Gesturing the size, a whopping 13.5 inches. Inga broke in and said. “It’s not a penis…its..just too big. You should see whatz it did to my ass!” Dai came out of the bedroom and was wearing a silk robe and wondered what was going on. “Where is the puppy?” Sven’s bottom lip was quivering and cried. “Le Cock…. killed it.” Dai gasped, his jaw opening wide, and the two embraced each other, starting to cry. Inga was pointing to her ass, and shouting out. “Doesn’t anyone care about my ass?!…Oi!….Oi!” The two men continued to cry and Inga tossed the remote across the room and folded her arms. Now clearly annoyed and sore. The two lovers sniffed and realised that Inga was probably traumatised and then both started to talk at once, neither making any sense at all. “Inga….we wanted to tell you something.” Sven said, with Dai nodding behind him, holding tight onto Sven’s hand. “This can be a wonderful thing.” Sven bent his head down and kissed the top of Dai’s head and Inga pouted at them both. Seeing two people so in love, when she felt her world of romance had evaporated, only made her more glum. “Vhat is vonderful?” She glanced between them and then Dai stuck out his hand, showing off a diamond encrusted gold ring. “We’re engaged. We are…getting married.”- It was if loud bells had gone off in Inga’s head. Large wedding bells. Inga always thought that it was her year, to get married. But now with Kraus locked up, and most likely crazy, and Hermon being a double crossing sleaze, she had pretty much signed off on men. The pair more or less ran at her, enveloping the Swede starlet in a group hug, clearly they hadn’t caught on that she was actually miserable about the whole thing. They both then jumped around in each other’s arms, laughing and then suddenly they started to kiss passionately, hands going crazy in each other’s hair. This had Inga leap up out of her chair and then pout as she felt left out. “But…I don’t have a date.” Course, she would be thinking of that first and foremost, not anything like dates or venues. The boys stopped their frantic kissing and lip locking, to then realise that Inga had a point. “I thought you not want a man now. It is why we got you a puppy.”- Inga had gone off them, but knew nothing about hooking up with a woman. “I need help. Please….can you find me a date?” Inga shrugged her shoulders, and twirled her right foot, as Sven snapped his fingers. He had a marvellous idea, of how this could turn into a new marketing campaign. “Why not…we try…online dating? Yah..Lots of people use that now…and…We set up a profile and then….walllah!…You have a date with a beautiful Lesbian.” The idea sounded like it had merit, and Inga finally agreed. “How do I do this?”- Dai was one step ahead, going to get his lap top and flipping it open, urging the other two to join him. “I think I know some sites, but we need some pictures Inga. Can you get some?” Inga went off to get her memory stick from her other computer and handed it over, while Sven patted Inga’s arm. “Don’t you worry….we will find you the perfect woman…And who knows, maybe this will be the start of a new beginning. Maybe a Hello Kitty line of Rainbow kitties.”- Inga grabbed her rounded cushion and sat in beside Dai, who was typing frantically and making squealing sounds, as he created her profile. “They will love you…you’ll see.”
Location :
On the set of “Le Cock”
Lot 3B DESPERADO Inc Studios, Prague
-The doors to the studio burst open, and it started off a chain reaction of excitement, for the staff and Porn actors of DESPERADO Inc. Waltzing in, done up to the nines, in a stylish Hello Kitty Jump suit in black and pink was none other than Miss Inga Snoggleblom. Covergirl of the Oil of Ole’ range of bull cum beauty products, but also European ambassador for Hello Kitty. Heads popped out of the various sound stages and offices, and from the makeup department, Phillipe gave out a girly squeal, and ran out to greet his favourite porn starlet. “Miss Inga…You’re back!” His voice was reaching dizzy new heights, and he could barely contain his excitement. He was wearing super tight black leather pants, and a loud tropical shirt, that looked like someone had taken a macaw and shot it upon yellow coloured fabric. Inga went into the routine double air kisses, and then held up her new Gucci sports bag, complete with a tiny Pomeranian doggy. It stuck its head out and growled viciously at the airy fairy Stylist. “Ooo what a cute poochie. When did you get the doggy?” Phillipe enquired, drawing back his fingers, for fear of them being bitten off. “When I sworez off menz. He is helping me fill my inner needz to be a Mother.” Surprised by this revelation, Phillipe bent forward and whispered. “You prefer the taco to the sausage?” Curious for the answer, to see if Inga had suddenly become a man hating Lesbian. Inga gave a light shrug, and contemplated before answering. “All I know is men is troublez…and I do the porn..but that is it. This is acting.”- Inga waved her hand casually, like it didn’t matter. Phillipe chuckled and gave her arm a light punch- “When you see what is on offer today….hehehe, I so wish he was doing me.” Appearing stunned by this, and wondering what he meant, she allowed him to lead her off to makeup.
Passing by the Director’s office, Ivor Rissen was just finishing up a conference call on skype, when he heard the chatter of Inga and her stylist, Phillipe. He immediately excused himself, and got up from his chair so fast, that he near knocked it flying. “INGA!”- He yelled out, chasing her from his office down to where they were about to go into the makeup room. Ivor was eager to have Inga back on the set, being that she was a world famous starlet, for many reasons. He reached for both her hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing both, before shaking her hands vigorously. “Welcome back, Miss Inga. How we have all missed you here at DESPERADO. I want to be the first to congratulate you on your success overseas with Oil of Ole’…and of course, Hello Kitty.”- The small Pomeranian snarled and bared its teeth at the Director, who at first wanted to punt it flying across the room, then decided not to upset his favourite star. “Cute…little puppy you have there.” Snapping his fingers, one of his assistants came darting out of the production office, where they had been setting up the many recording machines for today’s shoot. “Take the puppy to the back room, and make sure it has everything a little star puppy could want. “ Secretly, he was thinking of a bag, a brick and a river, but…he didn’t wish to upset Inga. Inga let the assistant take the bag and patted her hair as he showered her with praise. “You arez to kind, Ivor.” Ivor clapped his hands and then his face became serious, as he wished to discuss today’s shoot. “Now, I know Nuns with Bad Habits, we had the issue of the limp dick star.” At this point, Phillipe was trying to drag Inga in to start her makeup and hair, but on the hearing of the episode with the Priest porn actor, he rolled his eyes, stating: “You got more action than Inga here.” Ivor frowned, but his cheeks did go a rosy red. “Yes…well. Enough about that. I have…a new movie. Called simply. “Le Cock” Phillipe started to make a weee sound, and Inga stared between them. “What you meanz…Le Cock?” Ivor burst out laughing and spun on his heel, heading off to the other star’s dressing room. “You’ll see!” Phillipe finally got Inga into the makeup chair and chuckled as he got in behind her and started to play with her hair. Staring straight in the mirror, she asked Phillipe. “What is this Le Cock?” Phillipe tried to suppress another giggle. “In English, I think it means. THE COCK.” Biting her lip, she tried to imagine, what was attached to Le Cock.
Out on the sound stage, the setting that was being prepared by the props department was of a laneway in France, with cafe chairs and cobble stone streets. Obviously, this was to be a French Porn, which was just dandy, since Inga knew a little French, however, she was unsure of just who was playing Le Cock. When Inga had her makeup and hair done, she was then shown her costume, which was a very sheer floral dress that had a split up the side, and with nine inch heels, in red, she would definitely be showing some leg. Her props were a basket of wine and French breads with fake cheeses, and the script detail was she was a young girl who had been to the market, to get her Grandmother food for dinner. It all seemed above board, except there was no bedroom in this scene, the sex acts would be done standing up against a wall. Nothing really out of the ordinary…but..what about this Le Cock? Phillipe ushered her out onto set, much to the delight of her crew and they all went about checking the lighting, while she set down the basket, and quickly adjusted her lace thong. Wriggling about, she heard a very rich, heavy accented man come up behind her and breathe on the back of her neck. “I am Jacque Le Coq…otherwise known as…Le Cock.” He then gave a light…hip thrust, so she felt something VERY large press against her cotton covered ass cheeks. Freezing momentarily, like she had just been rubbed against by an elephant, she sucked in a breath….”Ooo!” The Director came out of his office and up to the sound stage, clapping for everyone to get in their places. “Come along…time is money. AHHH Jacque…you have met Miss Inga. Wonderful. “But by the look on her face, she was now scared of Le Cock. “Uhm…Ivor?. .. Hello?…can we talkz?” Course, Ivor was already getting in behind the camera, and she quickly snatched up the basket as the lights blazed on the set.
The French music starts to play in the background and Inga tries to put on her best face, with dazzling smile, all the while cringing internally about the presumably well hung Jacque. He was dressed as of all things, a footballer who had just finished a game. All grimy and dirty, marks of mud on his face and arms. He had very few lines, since he really didn’t need them.
“Mademoiselle, permettez-moi de porter votre panier. Je suis sur mon chemin à la maison prendre une douche hors tout cela … la saleté et la crasse. Peut-être, vous pouvez venir .. frotter mon dos.”
(translation: “Miss, allow me to carry your basket. I am on my way home to shower off all this…dirt and grime. Perhaps, you can come..scrub my back.”)
With the camera rolling, and Inga knew her lines, and how she was supposed to act, she turns and then drops her basket, scattering the contents all over the stone floor. Wincing, behind her blonde locks, she bends over to start picking up the groceries, when suddenly Jacque is right in behind her, ripping back her cotton frock and seizing her ass cheeks tight, spreading them.
“OUI!” Inga cries out, as really that was her only line….and word.
It was then, she felt the mighty head of his massive cock try to push into her. Inga couldn’t believe how big it was, and made a cry that even had all the other stars come to see the fuss. He was huge…no…He was ENORMOUS. Other assistants urged for the remaining staff to be silent, as they continued to film the action. Inga’s full breasts rupturing free from her fine cotton dress, bouncing back and forth hard, as the French Le Cock, took her hard. She even had to reach for one of the chairs, to keep her from falling forward.
But it seemed her cries were heard by her latest little friend. For all of a sudden, her Pomeranian had escaped from the back store room and came racing up, barking its head off, seeing his Mistress being fucked by Le Cock. Since Le Cock was so taken with rutting Inga from behind, it would be too late, when he realised the tiny Dog was able to jump up and bit his balls.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!” he cried out, releasing Inga from his hold and twirling around with the dog hanging between his legs.
“Get it off!”
The studio went into meltdown, while Inga tried to stagger off the stage, holding her ass, which was positively throbbing from being taken by Le Cock. The Director, Ivan was screaming at the Dog, and his assistant’s to separate the two, but it had turned into something of a circus. Jacque’s member, quickly deflated, as he decided to squash the dog, by letting his knees give way and flattening him under his ass. The crew fell silent, as the dog made a weak yelp and then no more. Horrified, by the turn of events, and the killing of the dog, Inga staggered to her changing room, chased after by a perplexed Phillipe.
“Ingy…you were great! Pity about your puppy. Does this mean you have still given up on men?”
At this point, the idea of becoming a lesbian, was very tempting, for our Inga, as she clutched her rear. “That was not a cock…that waz a …a….a French nuclear missile! That should be illegal!” She seemed to be in so much pain, she had forgotten all about her flattened puppy. <3>
CharlotteCarrendar as Inga, Sven, Dai and Reid
GoldenDanae as Dani
-A packed press conference was held at the Prague Hilton, as Inga sat behind a long table, accompanied, by Sven, her agent, and Dai, who was now representing Sanrio and of course, Inga’s Hello Kitty endorsement interests. The day’s newspaper had shown a full retraction of Hermon’s article, saying that Kraus Zimmerman was to blame for the bombing and the deaths of the eight people that were patrons of the club, when it was hit. Inga was dressed elegantly, in a chic Christian Dior suit, with a pill box hat, and fine spider lace, that covered part of her face. She held herself in good stead, and answered the press questions, according to her own eye witness account of what took place that fateful eve. Inga’s voice was hushed, and she had to lean to the microphone, when answering. One reporter rose and asked if the big Hello kitty wedding was still to go ahead, to which Inga became silent. Sven then smiled brightly, and advised the press gallery, that Inga was scheduled for another business meeting and concluded the interviews. A few of the journalists clapped politely, as Inga rose from her chair, the ~click click click~ of many cameras, and the light flashes illuminated her as she exited the podium and headed towards the exit, with her agents at her side. Once she was out in the foyer, she let out a huge sigh, and gripped her diamond encrusted Hello kitty clutch tight to her side. Sven caught sight of her reaction to leaving the press conference, and patted her arm, to reassure her. “You did wonderful. See? They love Inga. And now we know the truth, that Spider toad…err Hermon, was another leach. Now…we have another meeting.”- He took out his cell phone, to contact Dani, about her proposal. Dai reached into his jacket pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes, offering one to Inga, which she refused, by shaking her head. People passing the trio were either smiling, or whispering, which was now something Inga would have to get used too. <3>
GoldenDanae: Getting up this early should be illegal, the droopy college student when her door bell rang before the coffee was done brewing. Rolling out of bed in her open studio apartment and swung open the door in her short shorts and sports bra to glare at the mail man only to snatch the package from him and open it to find prototypes for the first ever hello kitty penis pump and cyber skin 8 inch dong with raised characters of Hello Kitty and her gang. It was pink and flowery and the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. Tossing it all back into the box she picked up her phone to text the seemingly…German or Czech…looking agent of the bovine beauty mogul Inga Snoggleblom when her phone started ringing and she jumped with a child like squeal and kicking the box of various pink, floral and kitty motif masturbation tools onto the floor and the phone into the air bobbling it between her hands for a few seconds before smacking herself in the forehead with it and incidentally hitting accept. Lo and behold! It was the agent. Setting up a time for a meeting that ment Dani would have to shell out for a cab to stay warm in the snow drifts that went up to her calves. Jotting down an address and jumped into the shower making herself presentable for a business meeting that could get her out of part time dildo model and production assistant at the local cyber skin slinging factory. She wrapped the various novelties in swatches of silk to do the dramatic showing that the company likes and tosses them into a leather briefcase and ran out the door after filling a travel mug of coffee and a cold bagel to flag down a cab. The building looked normal enough as she got out of the taxi and leaned in the door to pay the diver skimping on a tip because of his unabashed glances at her scooped neckline. She dressed professional, well as professional as someone could selling what she was trying to sell in a 20’s era pin up themed second skin dress with leopard detailing and matching pumps. Her espresso hugged hair was knotted at the back of her head in a messy, almost naughty librarian style with French tipped acrylic nails that she used to push the buzzer and waited bouncing on her feet to keep blood flow until she was allowed inside.
CharlotteCarrendar;- The reason the meetings were to take place in the luxury of the plush Hilton, was as much for Inga’s privacy, as it was to kill many birds with one stone. Sven’s call to Dani, was just the first call, as he had another call to make, and this was to set up a meeting with the famous Reid Prebenda, to do a photo shoot session, to promote the new line of sex gadgets that Dani had shown him. Sven went all giggly, as he got onto Reid’s manager, and that he could expect Reid to show up in the next five minutes. Known to be an absolute stunner, Sven had a feeling that this may get Inga out of her dark depression. He really needed his Kitty Girl porn starlet, to look a little bit brighter…Cheery. Dai, who was enjoying a cigarette, spotted a very glamorous looking Dani coming into the Foyer, and he quickly stubbed out the butt, before hurrying over to her. “Hello…please, come this way, you meet Inga….and special surprise. Come come…Hai”- The eager young Japanese lad offered his arm to escort her, while he could see Sven practically jumping up and down, after getting off the phone. He squeals loudly. “HE…is coming!….This is our lucky day.” Course, Inga had no idea whatsoever, looking around from under her spider webbing net. “I thoughtz we meeting a woman. What you onz?” Sven bit his lip, afraid he would blurt out the surprise. On spotting Dani with Dai, he practically danced across the floor to shake her hand, then air kiss her cheeks. “Right on time…gosh you look stunning. Near put our Inga to shame. Heh..Please, to the lounge, and you can show Inga your wares.” <3>
GoldenDanae: She was almost knocked over with the stereotypical Japanese man who did the most hurried little shuffle to her with the squeaky over accented tone and broken engrish. It was early in the day and going back to her upbringing in a mixed nationality home she set her brief case down placing the flat of her palms on her thighs and gave a bow that could have been done a million times on the business fronts of Japan. “Ohayou, Dai-Sama.”(translation is good morning Mr Dai…basically), she said with a sweet and innocent inflection that suited the half Japanese Army brat that was Dani. She didn’t stay in that pose for long and quickly picked up her case and use her well toned legs to keep pace with the quick stepping escort. She got into the room as if on cue with these media folk and inclined her head joining in the custom of fake kisses and forced closeness that this society seemed to enjoy. Her Japanese blood dropped from her image except for the slanted shape of her forest green eyes and she smiled. “I hope I am not late that darn driver was going for the record on boob watching.”, she gave a little snort and walked past the men to the woman holding out her hand and smiling. “You must be Inga. It is a pleasure to meet you and finally meet the woman who placed such an order.”, she said as she dropped Inga’s hand and started to open her case setting the wrapped items before her in an order. “First we have the Pump followed by various sizes and designs that your agent suggested.”, she wasted no time in getting to work seeing that there was something upsetting the woman. With a flourish of pink silk she started to unmask the various toys and erection aids. She ended with the posters Dani had hand designed using some stock images she found of Inga online and photo shopping the images of the pumps onto her in strategic places.
CharlotteCarrendar:- Dai smirked at the young woman’s greeting, but of course, he viewed her simply as another agent trying to make a dollar out of the Snoggleblom marketing giant. Sven on the otherhand, took to Dani like a duck to water, and was beaming at Dani’s businesslike approach to Inga, who definitely needed to be treated with a certain amount of respect, in the face of everything she had faced this day so far. On reaching the lounge, Inga shook Dani’s outstretched hand, and then sat herself down in a comfortable leather chair, crossing her legs elegantly. She reached up and undid the hat pin, removing her pill box hat, and setting it on the small side table beside her. “You must be Inga. It is a pleasure to meet you and finally meet the woman who placed such an order.”, Dani said, getting right onto the job of bringing out the pink silk wrapped toys and dildos. Hello Kitty sex gadgets and gifts. Whoever would have thought of it? Well, certainly seemed to be be tailor made for Inga’s business interests, both her Hello Kitty promotions, along with her porn film work, which Sven had every intention of getting her back into. Sooner rather than later. “A pleasure..I amz zure.” Inga said with a half smile. It was obvious she was trying to keep up good appearances, but struggling with her own inner turmoil. Offered one of the Hello Kitty Dildos, she toyed with it, whilst inspecting some of the design layouts and photo shopped prints. Just as Inga was about to turn on the vibrator, there would be a sudden hush, fall over the entire lounge, as Reid Prebenda arrived, wearing a full on black fluffy fur coat, short short bike pants, runners, a gold chain around his neck, that nestled a large R on his hairless chest, and he was wearing a top hat, and wild sunglasses in chunky frames. “HELLO!? I…AM HERE!” He certainly was, and Inga’s eyebrows near shot up into her hair line. “Who the fuck is thatz?” Inga said, to a gob smacked pair of gay boys, her agents, who instantly both looked set to cream their strides. “REEEEEIIIDDD!” Inga grimaced, and then shot a sideways glance to Dani, and asked. “Is he yours?” Like he was some pet. Sven took Inga’s hand and said with a smirk. “He is going to be trying out the Hello Kitty Penis pump….you do the squeeze…and bring him to his knees.”- Reid struck a pose, and Inga wanted to curl up and die. <3>
GoldenDanae: Dani wanted to ask the woman what was wrong with her but it was not professional at all. She started to grab her book to make notes to send to the manufacturer when the room stilled and the loud man came in and called out his emergence from the womb of the world into the glittering sceptical of the room. Inga looked mortified and as Dani turned around to see the half naked and furred image of the man and hear Inga’s gasp of “Is he yours?”, and Dani busted out laughing. “Honey if he was mine…”, she turned and said loudly with a wink to the woman. With that being said Dani stood up and grabbed the pump wedging herself between Inga and the fabulously gushing Sven. “Ok this pump has a kitty gage but…the indicator is the second ear not the first and the release valve is Keropie’s junk region there.”, she spoke matter of factly and reached into her bra pulling out a condom quickly affixing it to the end of the pump after unrolling it. She walked Inga through reverse inflating the condom to simulate what it would do to the outrageous model’s unfluffed pecker. “Easy peasy Misses Squeezy”, she said playing off of the Agent’s joke. “Oh I almost forgot the manufacturer sent this for you!”, she opened her case again and handed Inga a wrapped package. Inside the package was a Hello Kitty naughty straps of cloth..or thread more like it…that they threw in as a gift to such a well know Porn Starr like Inga. “If that’s all I’ll be going…no reason for me to see this part!”, she giggled but a faint blush hit her lightly foundation coated cheeks. There were still some things that Dani wasn’t into and the potential for live porn was one of them. She left the toys out and detailed directions for each including sensitivity settings on the more interactive dongs but putting the squares of silk and her note book into her case again. “I’m sure you can send me an email with concerns or improvement ideas!”, she says holding her hand out for a shake from someone releasing her from this meeting.
CharlotteCarrendar:- As soon as Reid spotted the voluptuous Inga, with the mammoth breasts, squeezed into the Christian Dior ensemble, his eyes, lit up like they were aflame. He made a luscious typical male model pout, and did a whole cat walk model runway type strut over to stand before her as she sat cross legged in the leather easy chair. Inga glanced up, as he swept back the black furry fuzz coat, to reveal the perfect abs, washboard bod, and that tight pair of short shorts, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He ran his tongue along his front teeth, then did a hip thrust, reminiscent of the “I’m sexy and I know it” type tackle toss. “Liiiikkkee It?” He said, producing a tone, that was like he was dribbling honey. Inga leaned over to the right, so she could try and see past the furry bear coat that Reid was wearing and said. “I dink he needz dat pump…*she then used her two fingers to make a scale of how big his dick was*…teeny.” Well, she had seen a lot of dicks in her time, so this was something she was actually good at spotting. Sven snapped his fingers, and then snatched up the penis pump and placed his hand on Dani’s shoulder to urge her to sit back down. “We…want to test it. See if it is as good as the promotional diagrams say.” Reid, dropped his pants, and held his cock out, and smirked. “Blow me up, Ingy.” Reid chortled with a wink. Inga shrugged, and followed the instructions that Dani had given her, with Reid making soft moans, while Dai kicked back in his chair and tried to look professional, while rubbing his bulge. ~POP~ Inga got it in the tube, and then she had a rather evil expression come over her face. One…that was like she wanted to make this work, a little too well. ~SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK…PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP~ the sound was rapid, as the model started to squint and jerk violent.”Wait….help…this….OUCH…my dick!!….Help!” Inga started to chuckle wildly and kept pumping like a fiend. <3>
GoldenDanae: It took all of her strength not to ignore the urge to sit down that was the gentle pushing of her shoulders and sighed rubbing her forehead. “Remember that the release is…”, she trailed off and put her hand over her mouth when Inga started to over pump the model pole and Dani hid her face in a pillow. This was going to end badly but she had to do something. “Hey Inga!”, she shouted and tossed Inga a prostate stimulator. Hopefully it would distract her from making the man bust a vein. If it helped then Dani was going to walk over and hit the valve letting the man some relief. If for no other reason than to give the man room to run away from Inga before his prostate was invaded with the hello kitty themed vibrating tail on a ring. “It has the loop for easy holding and no chance of you having to go to the emergency room with a very awkward story!”, she said and picked up her brief case intending to inch to the door.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Inga seemed to lose herself for a moment, squeezing the hello kitty button, eager to hurt this poor young model, like she wanted to hurt all men, for what had occurred with her and Kraus. Maybe, she thought of Reid’s penis as belonging to Kraus, or Herman. Either way, she needed distracting and fast. Dani was up to task, knowing full well, this would turn into yet another scandal for the buxom Swedish starlet. “Hey Inga!” Dani shouted, and tossed her the prostate stimulator. Dai, thought this was going to become a full on show, and cheered, while Sven was caught up in his admiration for Dani’s marketing skills. “Love the accessories, Dani. This is going to be a deal for sure. Once Inga stops trying to hurt Reid. Ingy?…Ingy? Let the poor boy go.” Inga caught the prostate stimulator on the fly, and dropped the penis pump, which gave Reid the chance to fall back and try to prize the pump off his swollen dick. Inga looked up, at the vein riddled organ and declared. “What you knowz…itz vorkz, yah?” – This certainly made her feel a tiny bit better, as she watched Reid stagger off to the men’s room, to save himself from further embarrassment. Inga rose to standing, and reached for her hat, placing it back on, and bringing down the netting over her eyes. She snatched up her hello kitty purse, and then shook Dani’s hand. “We have a deal.” Course, she hadn’t wiped her hand from holding Reid’s dick, but, she didn’t seem to care about anything at the moment. Turning to Sven and Dai, she said “I’m going to go to see Dixie. I leave you boys to do the papers. Nice meetingz you, Dani.”- Inga finished, the meeting, and headed out to catch a taxi. <3>
GoldenDanae: “I’ll look for your production notes!”, she said through a gale of laughing. These people were flipping insane and Dani was going to drown today in a bottle of wine and netflix when she got back to her apartment. She got beat out the door by Inga who seemed to be in better spirits and Dani waited on the next elevator not sure she was able to be alone with that woman at all and shook her head repeatedly. “Today is one of those days…Why did I ever leave the sates?”, she questioned herself and jabbered on and on to herself before she realized there was someone in the elevator with her and she blinked rapidly flashing the man a bright smile then ducking out the door at the second floor. She had to walk down a flight of steps and almost fell on her ass when she got one step ahead of herself. Thank her Father’s side that she had “Dat American Ass” and bounced a step vowing to soak in her tub for at least an hour and now have two bottles of wine. She saw Inga outside waiting for a taxi and gave her a little wave before ducking into her own taxi and heading back to her modest flat and throwing her shoes into the closet sinking into the hot water and drinking right out of the bottle.
-Another morning, another day in the life of Inga Snoggleblom. The smell of coffee wafted into her room, and we see our starlet, laying in bed, but her eyes are open, as they had been for much of the night. Hermon had shared a meal with her, Sven and Dai, the evening before, and though the two love birds; aka Sven and Dai chattered incessantly about their future plans for Inga and of course, the Sanrio agency for Prague, Inga toyed with her food, using her fork, to push the morsels around her plate listlessly. Hermon, kept fairly quiet, pretending to take note of the boys banter, but he could not take his eyes, off the Swedish bombshell. Even without makeup, and her hair tied back in a ponytail, she still radiated such beauty. Dinner complete, Inga actually offered to do the dishes, while Sven and Dai made out on the hello kitty couch. Hermon seized the chance, to be alone with Inga, and dried the dishes, but every chance he got, he would reach to touch her hand, as she placed a wet plate on the rack to dry. Every time, he felt the touch of her skin, he felt a surge inside his being, excited, just to be near her. She was idolised by millions, and many men the world over, used her pictures, images, and movies, to fap to. Kraus had it all, and Hermon, was now determined to be the next in line for her affections.
Inga finally emerged from her bedroom, however, she was not dressed in her usual bright pinks and Hello kitty garb. She was dressed fairly simply, but all in black. Inga was wearing natural makeup, which was actually quite beautiful, with her complexion; however, it was as if her inner soul, which was tortured, was on show for the world to see. Sven came out of the kitchen and stopped dead seeing her there. Holding the coffee pot, he found it difficult to find his words, and held up the pot, hopeful to get her attention.
“Fancy a cup of coffee?….a bagel perhaps.”
He knew she had hardly eaten in a few days; the box of donuts was in the bin. Discarded. Sven watched Inga, and followed her as she went to get her handbag, then made her way towards the front door of her apartment, where she reached for her coat, and started to thread her arms through the sleeves. Inga flicked out her ponytail, which had gotten caught, and then faced Sven. Her face appeared to sad….and she tried to show something of a smile, though failing horribly. Sven had to ask her.
“Where are you going so early?”
Course, he had a fairly good idea, but wanted to hear it from her. Inga coughed, and took up her bag, and let out a sigh.
“I amz…going to the clinic. It is time, I end this.”
Sven set down the coffee pot on the dining table, and made his way to the front door, while Inga cast her eyes downward, as though she was ashamed of herself, for not standing by her man, like she had promised. It didn’t take a fool to see, that Inga was heartbroken, and Sven was feeling her sorrow, as if it was pouring out of her. Rather than argue with her, he simply put his arms around her gently, and kissed her forehead. Acting like a concerned big brother, rather than her agent. She needed someone, since Noonie was still away, and he would have been there for her regardless. He had known her now for about nine years, having come from the same social circles. Through the good times and the bad, they had shared so many moments. Hell, she had hundreds of images on her computer, of all the social events, and birthdays, the parties, and the quiet times, when they shared a wine on her balcony. Holding her out at arm’s length, he tilted his head, and pouted, seeing her trying to be so brave.
“You still love him…..don’t you?”
Raising her head, the teary eyes said it all. She nodded, as a tear ran down her cheek, but what she said next, was riddled with hurt.
“Sometimes…love is not enough.”
Not waiting another moment, she released herself from Sven’s hold, and reached for the front door, opening it, and Sven asked.
“Want me to come with you?”
Inga shook her head, and looked back one last time.
“This is something I need to do on my ownz….I see you and Dai, when I return.”
And with that…she left the room, closing the door with a soft click. Sven stood quietly in his place. He just watched the Kitty girl…grow up before his eyes.
The paramedics from the clinic, were returning a battered and blue Kraus, back into his room, after being rescued by Demetrios and Alexandros, from the Israelis, and the Jackal. Laying him back in his hospital bed, one of the duty nurses came in and started to work on getting his drip re inserted and fussing over his vitals, and charts. Kraus was heavily sedated, due to the experience, of being kidnapped by the Jackal, and his jaw showed a massive bruise, from being struck, yet again. The machines turned back on, and the heart monitor started to beep, but the rhythm was much slower than normal. The nurse tucked him in snugly, smoothing out the blanket, and finally replacing his chart. The paramedics wheeled out the gurney, and the nurse closed the blinds, bringing the room to darkness, with only a small overhead light, illuminating the doctor’s name on the white marker board, and that of Kraus. Nil food by mouth, and that he was to be checked on the hour. A security officer, who was hired by the boys, remained on watch, sitting on a chair outside of his room, to make sure that the Israelis did not try the same trick twice.
The click clack of a woman’s heels could be heard approaching, and the security guard glanced up from his paper, to see Inga Snoggleblom approaching, carrying a single black rose in her hand. The security guard rose immediately, having been briefed, that she may well visit, and he kindly opened the door for her, and nodded as she entered the room. Closing it for her, she stood just shy of the bed, toying with the stem of the black rose. Kraus had his eyes closed, his jaw was still wired shut. He looked a sight. Dirty, his hair all a mess. Inga rolled her bottom lip in, as she fought the desire to run to his side, and embrace him, to whisper how much she loved him, and that she wanted to be with him forever. But another part of her was angry…so very angry. In his blindness, he had failed to see, that his love was becoming an obsession that would result in his hiring of Ayalah. She could not come to terms with the fact, that eight people were dead now. The blame placed on her, was overwhelming, and the fact he voiced it was her fault, she felt she could not live with. A man is supposed to protect, and honour. Or that is what she thought, not shift all the blame on her, just because she worked at a club. Inga curled her fingers around the stem of the rose, cutting her fingers with the thorns, causing her to wince. Inga wanted to hurt him…she wanted to beat him with her fists. Inga wanted to scream, to yell, to curse…to let all the anger, and rage, the sorrow out. But she just couldn’t
Slowly, she walked to the side of his bed, and sniffing loudly, she bent forward, and simply kissed his forehead, her tears falling on his cheeks, as she raised back up, and placed the black rose on his chest.
“Goodbye….”
Without another word, she backed up and then turned on her heel, walking back to the door, that she opened. A look over her shoulder; the blood of her hand on the white blanket, the black rose a symbol of the death of their relationship. It was over.<3>
-At a stunning location, known as Isshiki Beach, the boys from D*Date, are posing for promotional advertisements, for their upcoming album release, and for marketing in the foreign press. Isshiki beach had been used by the Emperor of Japan since 1894, as a winter beach house escape. Now, the government issues rights for those to use the location, and so on this day, the D*Date boys got to enjoy what was once the play ground of Japanese royalty. Nanna Noonie, was also enjoying the day, laughing and joking with the boys, as their Manager went to take a call. One of the assistants turned up the sound, and the song that came on, was LMFAO’s Party Rock Anthem. Now if it was one thing Nanna could do…and well, it was shuffle. The lads, who had been throwing a beach ball around, while dressed in brightly coloured shirts, shorts and hats, suddenly joined Noonie in a dance, and all were shuffling, while the photographer started taking more pictures, with Nanna Noonie holding her own to the beat. The other beach goers, all joined in, and there was about fifty people on the beach, all shuffling in time with Nanna Noonie.
“Every day I’m Zhuffling.”
The crowd all cheered as the song came to its conclusion, and people were wanting to have photos taken with the diminutive Nanna Noonie, who was fast becoming of a celebrity in her own right, for hanging out with the likes of D*Date. Nanna was offered a director chair, under a large umbrella, while the boys went back to finish the photo shoot, as a black limousine pulled up not far from the beach. The black tinted window started to go down, as the executive in the back seat, placed a gnarled hand upon the edge, and he was wearing a signet ring, with a gold N upon it. Nanna Noonie was fanning herself, as she waved at the young lads, an assistant handing her a soda. One of the runners came over to Nanna Noonie, and asked;
ナンナあなたは非常に良いダンサーです。どのようにそれを行うのですか?
(translation : Nanna you are a very good dancer. How do you do it?)
Nanna started to chuckle, understanding the girl perfectly, and took her hand in her and said.
“私があなたの年齢だった頃、私はダンサーだったので、ずっと前になりました。ああ、それらは日々だった。”
(Translation : “When I was your age, I was a dancer. So long ago now. Ah, those were the days.”)
The young assistant sat beside her, as Nanna Noonie was about to share a part of her life, that few people knew about.
“それは1939年だった…シンガポールで…..”
(translation: – “It was 1939…in Singapore…..”)
1939 – Singapore
It was a different time, the world was in the grip of the Second world war. The United States was yet to make its mark in the Pacific, and the British were struggling to maintain control of an Empire, that was at risk of being overrun.
A very young and impressionable Noni Wahlström, was a burlesque dancer in one of the leading nightclubs in the Singapore capital. Noni was stunning, flowing winter white locks, so pure, her skin the colour of alabaster. Fine and so soft. Her dance was the one of the feathered fans, while she was discreet, she wore very little underneath. Business men, and soldiers on leave, flocked to see her do her dance, and many would pay top dollar, for a private showing in one of the sleazy back rooms. How Noni came to be in Singapore, was due to her father, who was stationed in Singapore on business, running a shipping company. However, with the war, and the blockades, he was having great difficulty in getting his ships in and out of port. A man known to drink and gamble the nights away, he had accumulated high gambling debts, with some of the leading crime bosses in the city. With no way to pay, aside from selling his ships, he forced his daughter Noni, to work off the debt, by working in the club owned by his creditor.
Noni naturally had good rhythm, and was able to pick up the routines fairly quickly. Her stunning looks, earns her the nickname, “the White Dove”, and there was many a man, that wished to keep her in a cage, just for their amusement.
One night, as Noni was dancing to the latest strains of Mozart, she kept the crowd mesmerised with her fluent movement and grace. The style and nature of dance, was particularly popular in the seedy club districts. Burlesque was extremely over the top, a parody if you will, the ultimate striptease that was tantalising and exotic to those that enjoyed forbidden fruit.
One such businessman, kept to the back most nights, but this night, he had paid the owner a considerable sum, to have a private show with the White Dove. Noni danced, so beautifully, the feathers fluttering along her skin, a peak at the gorgeous pink areolas, upon her well rounded bosom. Even women found her alluring and some could be seen wiggling in their seats, wet from the excitement in the way Noni danced. A light applause would ripple through the smoke filled nightclub, as the owner approached Noni and seized her arm, dragging her from behind the curtain, and whispering in her ear, that she was to do a special show, for an honoured patron. Tired from the performances, she wanted to just go back to the dressing room and rest, but the owner’s steel like grip assured her, she would have no such luck. Nodding with a light smile, for she did not want to give the owner a reason to slap her around, she allowed him to guide her over to the VIP room, where he opened the door, and she entered, only to have the door closed behind her.
The room was sparse, with a chair in the corner, a single small cigar table, and a stand that had some towels and napkins. The man reached for the phonograph and placed the stylus down on the spinning record, as the music filled the air. Harry Alford’s Lucy’s Sextette The room was barely big enough to swing a cat, let alone do a proper dance with the feathered fans. There was a man, well dressed in a suit, and he had his hat pulled down low. The room offered very little light, so it was nearly impossible to see his face.
Noni nodded and started her dance, as the man adjusted himself in the chair. Slowly, Noni twirled, giving sneak peeks from behind the feathered fans, and found herself, becoming one with the music, letting it lift her high in her mind, and away from being trapped in the room with this unknown man. Skilled and with fluid like motions of her arms, it was an intoxicating sight, and the man grunted his pleasure, before slowly rising out of his seat, as the needle got stuck at the end of the song. The man, removed his hat, and showed a youthful face, which was surprising, since many of the patrons were much older. As he crossed the room, she could make him out. He was Japanese.
He slowly lifted his hand and drew away one of the fans, exposing her chest, and then grabbing her arms, he buried his face in between her voluptuous mounds. Noni could barely hold back the cry that tried to escape, while the man worked his tongue, and lapped at her flesh. This was not a part of the act, but the door had been locked from the outside, and the man paid a great deal to enjoy his White dove. His hands could barely get their way around to cover her massive mammary glands. Noni had huge breasts, and the business man was lost to the pleasure of enjoying them, while his fingers found their way much lower, while his lips found purchase upon her nipples. Taunt and teasing, he suckled and flicked with his tongue, his fingers slipping deep inside her now wet opening.
That room would be where they met, night after night. Days she would spend learning Japanese, so when the evening came and she was ushered in after her act, her Japanese lover could converse with her, in his own tongue. Noni came to discover his name; Kikuto Shou. A business man, who had spent the last five years in Singapore, while the world was slowly caught up in this war. Soon, Kikuto could not have enough of Noni at the club. He tracked her down to her house, and while her Father slept off his booze, Kikuto would steal her away, for romantic trysts, meals and then taking her to the pictures. It was the days she felt truly alive, to be with her love.
But not all love stories end happily. Kikuto was called back to Tokyo, and it seemed to be that the next time they saw each other, it would be under the most horrific of circumstances. The Empire of Japan decided to invade Singapore and take it from the British in what would be known as the Battle for Singapore. 8–15 February 1942. Tens of thousands of British and Australian troops were forced to surrender, leaving the civilian population at the mercy of the Empire of the Rising sun.
The people of Singapore, became cattle in their own country, and needless to say, the women, were to suffer terrible indignities, some being rounded up, and taken to the camps, to become pleasure slaves to the Japanese army. One of those caught up, was Noni. She had not heard from Kikuto in a year, and now faced the agonising torture of days of rape and abuse, from hundreds of men.
In a truck that had pulled up outside the compound, a group of twenty women, were filed out, and as Noni was pushed along, a solider placed a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look into the face of her captor. IT WAS KIKUTO! Noni’s eye went wide and she wanted to scream, but he stared at her, and the look was haunting, as though he was urging her to be quiet. His fingers dug into her skin, and almost tore the lose fabric of her cotton dress. Here was the man she loved, about to lead her possibly to an agonising death. She had heard what had been happening to the men. Bayoneted and shoved into pits. Some were just shot in the back, as they knelt on the ground. Noni wanted to be sick. The other women were all filed up and onto the back of the truck, but he seemed to be holding back. Then as he helped her on, he whispered.
Noni couldn’t believe what she heard, but then with another solider coming up, she was pushed onto the back of the truck and Kikuto barked an order to his fellow soldier. The two would go to the front of the truck and get in. In the back of the truck, all the women were crying, some sobbing loudly. Noni hung on to the edge of the seat, as the truck took off, driving past lines of British soliders being marched away to camps. What fate would befall them?
Driving on for what seemed like hours, the truck suddenly stopped near the wharf. Oh how many times, Noni had been to this place with her father. She could see one of his ships, still there, but as it was late at night there was barely a soul around. Kikuto started barking some orders at the other solider, but it didn’t make sense, till she put her hand on the truck back gate and it moved. He hadn’t locked it. “When the truck stops….run.” This was her chance, and he had given it to her. Noni pushed the flap down and leapt out of the back of the truck, and the other women, they too decided to make a run for it. But the doors to the truck opened, and the shouts from the Japanese soldiers got louder. “RUN…RUN!” Noni screamed to the other women. It was a mad panic, as the women all tried to run down the wharf, and that was when the rat a tat tat of machine gun fire was heard. One by one, the women were being shot in the back as they tried to flee. Screams and bloody cries as the women were mowed down. Noni kept running, more machine gun fire, and up ahead she could see the Captain of the boat, owned by her father, screaming at her. “RUN!…DON’T LOOK BACK!’ Noni ran, almost blindly, waiting for the sting of the bullets to strike her back and run her through. But she was almost there, the boat’s engines could be heard, and she gave it all as she went into a running leap.
Noni leapt off the edge of the wharf, barely catching the side of the boat, and only just being able to scramble over the sides, as the boat was pulling out, the engines on full. The soldiers stopped firing, and of all the women that escaped the truck, only one was alive. Noni. The last thing Noni would see of Singapore was Kikuto, standing with his gun pointed at the boat, but not firing another shot.
Back in 2013 – Tokyo
The man in the black limousine, finally opened the door, and got out slowly. He adjusted his jacket and then with a nod to his driver, and the help of his cane, he started to make his way down to the set where the D*Date boys were wrapping up their photo session. Nonni clapped as they all started to pack up, and then she felt a hand upon her shoulder.
“我々は、再び私の白い鳩を満たしています。”
(translation: “We meet again, my White Dove.”)