Out of Pod Experience

*Ish furiously types: "The stalker silently creeped behikjriaerwfd"*

Yikes! You frightened me, Alice!

Also the point remains that Alice should probably be kept away from Ish while she's writing haha

Okay I went as far back as page 100, that should be good for now haha.

Last I saw, both you and Laud were exhausted to the point that not even Rock/Paper/Scissors was viable. IF you are awake enough, I can cattle prod Laud for the match between the two of you.

Bright blond and meanacing today eh Alice?

I really should consider writting a piece for that contest. Hmmm

"looking for inspiration, Ishtanchuk Fazmarai browses random TV channels*

Houm, looks like our CCP overlords are recruiting pilots: our favorite candidate so far!

Impressive feat without even leaving the parking!

In the dark bedroom, Yiole Gionglao lights one of the ancillary lightspots and reads a message just arrived to her pad. She drops the pad by the bed and climbs on Random, her legs spread and her knees soflty pressing on Random's sides, waiting for him to react, but he keeps sleeping... apparently? Slowly and carefully, Yiole begins scratching Random's chest, soflty, then she kisses his nipples while looking at him with mischievous eyes. Random opens his eyes and asks:

"So what's here? What hour is it?"
"Have you ever had sex with a beauty queen, Mr. McNally?"
"Huh... no that I know..."
"Then let me introduce to you Ms. Yiole Gionglao, proud winner of the beauty contest at EVE-Hispano, in the year YC 115"
"You won? Congratulations!"
"Now, answer, are you sure you never...?"
"I am certain and feel ashamed. Maybe there's some way to fix that?"

Rather than answer, Yiole kissed Randoms' lips, softly first and then with growing pressure, and ended biting his lower lip. Random gasped and answered to her kiss, slowly caressing her sides down to the waist and her hips. Yiole moved forward until her bossom was right before Random's face and he kissed the bounty offered to him, slowly shifting sides as he felt an appropiate response. Yiole raised her hips and slipped her hand back and well beyond the hips, checking wether everything was ready, and Random moaned louder when her fingernails caressed him softly. Yiole smiled and moved back, sliding on his chest and stomach while aiming carefully her busy hand. Random grabbed her hips and pushed her against him, and now it was Yiole who moaned. She started rocking her hips back and forth and slowly started getting up, changing her position until she was moving her hips up and down. Random kept grabbing her strongly, trying to set a pace, but he knew that Yiole wouldn't just let him have it his way, not in that position. Breathing heavily, avidly looking at Random's blissful face as she alternated pace, slower and faster, Yiole pressed Random back when he tried to get up too, and eventully she arched her back and started rocking her hips faster... and faster... and faster...

A little while later, Yiole rested her chin on Random's shoulder, tightly embracing him and hearing how he regained his breath as he bited her earlobe playfully, and then a silly thought crossed her mind. Of the three women at Ishtanchuk's little band, all three had competed to be elected beauty queens at one time or another; but of them three, right the one which was arguably the most beautiful, Indahmawar, had lost her contest in YC 112, whereas Yiole, who had joined the YC 115 contest as a joke, had won. Life was so full of surprises...

*Stretches and downs the last of a Quafe that's been sitting beside him for the past hour an a half, checking the word count*

839, not bad.

*Gets up to leave, satisfied with the first significant effort at fiction writing in the last 3 or more years, eager to add plenty more in the coming days*

Random turned and smiled at the sleeping Yiole. She laid buried deep in the heavy covers of the bed, a faint smile upon her face and her close cropped hair askew. Random had awoke to the call of nature but the energy expenditure of the last evening caused his stomach to rumble. He quietly slipped into a pair of shorts and silently moved into the hall leading to the bar proper.

The bar was unusually quiet. There were a few patrons in various stages of inebriation but the general din was muted. “I guess everyone is sleeping it off.” Thought Random, looking around the room. He walked up to the bar where Succus was polishing the already gleaming surface. Succus cast a jovial eye towards Random and with a broad smile asked, “Breakfast for you, Mr. McNally?”

“Yes, please Succus.” Random croaked, conscious of his dry throat and just how exhausted he felt. “Two, actually.” He paused as if to consider what actually sounded good. Succus took the opportunity to set a steaming cup of coffee on the bar surface and Random broke contemplation to give Succus an appreciative nod and a salute with the cup. The coffee burned as he sipped it but a sigh slipped out that brightened the smiling bartender’s grin.

“Two steaks, please. Rare. Plenty of fresh fruit, coffee, juice and yogurt.” He said, taking another sip of the coffee. “And a couple of small pastries.” He concluded his list with a more generous sip of coffee and nearly moaned.

“Hungry today, eh?” Succus said, smiling and programming the order into the screen behind the bar. “Twinkle was mentioning that the video unit may have been left on in your room last night. He said it sounded like quite a ruckus was taking place.” Succus winked as he leaned in close. “The boy offered to go in and shut the Vid off but I felt it was not his place.” The bartender stood up, his beaming smile turning more professional and said “Our customers pay handsomely for space in the bar. It is their prerogative whether they wish to leave their Holovids at high volume or not.” As the food began arriving, he turned back to Random and beamed him that knowing smile again. “All I had to do was turn the privacy dampers up a bit more.”

Random returned a sheepish smile to the bartender and as he inserted the credstick, he made sure to leave an ample tip. He gingerly picked up the trays and carefully strolled back to his room, certain that his beauty queen would also be famished.

Twinkle stepped up next to Succus behind the bar, watching Random return to his room. He cocked his head in a bird-like motion and looked at the sturdy bartender. “What did he want?” Twinkle asked.

“Was just here ordering breakfast for himself and his lady friend.” Succus responded, wiping perceived stains from the bar surface. “Did you enjoy your evening off, Twinkle?”

“Yes, very much.” The unusual lad responded. “Thank you for the time away.” He seemed to add as an afterthought.

Mizhir is laid down on a stretcher at Indahmawar's appartment. She's nude but for a towel covering her hips and Indahmawar is massaging her back and neck.

"You're quite muscular for a girl", she says
"Hu....?", mumbles Miz, deeply relaxed as Indahmawar's hands skilfully massage her. Mizhir can smell the light herbal scent of the massaging oil being applied to her back, and a fuzzy warm gets deep under her skin.

Indahmawar then starts massaging Mizhir's arms, flexing them and covering them with oil. She's wearing a sleeveless gown and moves nimbly around the stretcher as she starts massaging Mizhir's legs. Mizhir doesn't reacts as Indahmawar removes the towel to reach the upper end of Miz's thighs.

"Oh, that's seriously muscular too... and it's the only part of you that looks rounded femininely"
"Yes, i know, i'm not one of those curvy beauties like Isthanchuk or Yiole. But some men would die for that ass"
"Like Random McNally?"
"Why Random?"
"Didn't you and him had something after the strip Calvinball game?"

Mizhir clenches her back and Indahmawar says:

"Shh, just relax... I am just curious..."
"Curious?"
"How is he? Random, I mean..."
"How is, how?"
"Making love..."

Mizhir blushes and rolls on the stretcher to stand on her side.

"That... that's no... I don't want to talk about that"
"Oh, I apologyze, that's not my business"
"No, no... just I don't feel comfortable talking about the matter"
"From what Yiole says, he's quite tender and patient...", whispers Indahmawar, then she says: "Anyway, do you want to finish the massage? Please, lay down..."

Mizhir does, but for a moment she doubts wether to put on the towel again. Then she just lets Indahmawar do as she climbs on the stretcher and her massage becomes more invigorating, stretching all the muscles that were relaxed, then relaxing them back. As Miz relaxes she wonders what effect could have Indah's skills on a man, as she recalls the touch of Randoms' loving hands, caressing her delicately and making her body ready...