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 Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:50 pm
Antony chuckled, tails finally pulled up against her back as much as a gaggle of seven appendages could gather together. "Let's just say I'm a no bullshit kind of woman who likes her sex." A wink was thrown his direction, but she had no expectations of anything further than her teasing and making him uncomfortable.
After all, he -had- been looking for a nice, Jewish girl all dressed up and with flowers, which had caught her attention once more. "So," the tattoo artist began, motioning towards the flowers, "You look prepared to woo yourself a 'nice, Jewish girl'..." Her brow cocked, but she left him to fill in any blanks he saw.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:55 pm
Now that the heated discussion and invoking of Godwin's Law was pretty much over, now Anatoli had a new beast to wrestle with -- namely, the fact that Antony is not a nice Jewish girl who probably isn't going to cut him a lot of slack. He squirmed in his seat, taking off his hat and shoving it onto his lap at Antony's rather bold statement.
"Is... is that so." His eyes darted off to the side, as it started to become plainly obvious that this could be even more awkward than anticipated. "Well, I-- I-- ya know. It woulda been nice for me ta meet my own girl and not have her picked out by Mom all tha time..." He sheepishly turned his head away.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:05 pm
"Quite so," Antony stated simply, obviously not phased by the topic of conversation. This was much better than talking about angry and depressing topics such as Moreau and Hitler.
The hat rearrangement did not go unnoticed, and a hairless hand went to 'absently' scratch at the fur just above her tank top line. Whether he was preparing to hide or already hiding a happy friend, Antony was considering the gesture more of a compliment and confidence booster instead of offensive.
Those facts were the main reasons she decided to continue with the lighthearted 'game' of sorts. "I'd like to think that you know what you want in a woman better than your mother."
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:11 pm
"Well, I-- I've never had much experience with women ta b-begin with," he said, trying hard to carefully pick his words. G-d forbid he'd make a Freudian slip in such a bad place like this! He looked at his hat -- anything to keep his roving eyes off of anything that might just make the situation worse for him. "Good ones, anyway. I mean... I guess I wouldn't wanna bring home anyone that Mom wouldn't approve a'... I've had terrible luck with women in tha past. Granted, most of it was my own fault..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:21 pm
Bring home...? Inwardly, the squirrel woman digested this little mention, and she figured she'd confirm or dispute her inference. "So you really couldn't bring home any of the fun women then? Wouldn't want to wake up your mother to the sounds of orgasms then? I expect that wouldn't go over too well, sadly."
Pushing off of the pole, she stepped to sit herself on the coffee table just in front of Anatoli, making sure to continue the theme of no physical contact for now.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:32 pm
Anatoli was trapped. He had to find a way to worm his way out of this -- Antony's the first girl of this type he's encountered. He was usually the one instigating this type of conversation, albeit rather ineptly, which often contributed to him getting the shaft in all of his failed relationships. He just wanted to preserve his dignity now.
"Well, ya see, I-- well. I-- I think women can be fun for more than just sex," he stuttered, "I mean, not every day ya find a guy who thinks that, right? An' I'm very quiet-- an' I keep my door locked, ya know, I-I-I'm pretty good a' that." He swallowed hard, eyes focused on the hat in his lap. His fingers were twitching a little. Oh, too many unpleasant and embarassing memories of almost getting caught with inappropriate touching. No man wants to be caught by his mother with his hand down his pants.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:33 pm
Leaning in towards him without touching him, Antony made a soft sort of purring noise low in her throat to throw him off edge a bit more. "Where's the fun in quiet, dear Anatoli? I mean, I rather enjoy hearing just how hot and utterly amazing my c**k sucking skills are... That way, I'm more inclined to give encores."
She took a moment to chew ever so lightly on her lip ring, looking as if she were lost in her own little world of happiness. It was hard to tell whether or not it was an act. Eventually, she came to once more and returned her penetrating gaze towards the Jewish man in front of her.
"Alas. I digress. Tell me lovely, can you think of any of those 'other than sex' things right now? Hmm? Give me at least five of them without thinking right now," she stated conversationally, but with a challenging look otherwise. "And if you can't satisfy me... You're giving me that shield of a hat for the rest of this visit."
A less than innocent grin crept onto her muzzle, but there was no malice evident.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:51 pm
Oh. s**t.
Anatoli's face turned bright red as he squirmed deeper into the cushions of the couch. If there was anything else that could possibly make him more uncomfortable... the poor guy just wanted to melt down into the floorboards and slither on home right now.
Keep focusing on the hat, Anatoli. Drown out those inappropriate thoughts with your hat. Think hat. Hat.
He nervously began to drum his fingers on the fedora, holding it in place over his lap and gulping hard. Sweat was starting to form on his furrowed brow, and it was obvious that he was rather embarassed.
"J-just five?" He asked, still looking at the fedora. Under no circumstance was he going to willingly make eye contact! "Well, I-- I, ah. Watchin' TV or a movie, goin' ta tha pawk, goin' shoppin'..."
Um. Um. What else? He paused to think, hands trembling and mind racing. It was hard to get his mind off of the obvious right now.
"...Hat," he blurted out with an uneasy groan.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:06 pm
Her eyes remained set on his face, only allowing a glance or so towards the drumming fingers in order to add a bit more pressure. Not that any more really mattered.
The squirrel woman ticked a finger up at each valid statement that the poor quivering man came up with. In the end, only three fingers remained, along with a positively wicked smile. Holding them up for him to see, she motioned for the hat to be handed over. "Hat obviously didn't count, and watching tv or a movie are pretty much the same thing."
If he didn't hand it over, she would move to pluck it from its perch herself. There was no reason to believe she was bluffing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:17 pm
"...time's up?" Anatoli frowned, finally looking up from his hat with a horrified expression.
"I am so... farkakt," he whined to himself, removing his hands from the fedora and burying his face in them with defeat. Oh how he wanted to die right now. Any minute now, once that hat's removed, he's going to have his head caved in and he'll get yelled at again and oh G-d this was just horrible.
Why did he have to screw up like that?
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:30 pm
First things first. The hat was victoriously placed atop her head and adjusted till it lay just right. "Farkakt?" She questioned while watching him bury his face in his hands. He almost looked like he was crying, and for that Antony's grin seeped into a light frown.
That is, until her eyes finally gravitated downwards.
Her eyes widened appropriately, and for several minutes her muzzle hung open ever so slightly. The friend was expected, so that wasn't a surprise. With her experience, Antony had become somewhat of an expert on gauging the size while the snake stayed in it's cage. And in situations like this, she was even more accurate with her guesses.
A low chitter of approval was the only noise that left her since the removal of the hat. She at a loss for words.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:35 pm
Oh, he's not crying yet. He's just waiting for the torment to be over with, so he can get slapped upside the head and yelled at so he can go home and spend some quality time with himself. Once the hat was removed, his entire body went tense.
All he had to do was wait. He'll get slapped, and then he'll be able to go home. It's what he had expected.
"I'm <********>
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:45 pm
Her ears caught the hisses and knocked her out of her wordless stupor. "Only if you want to be," Antony stated in the most literal sense of the matter, eyes still glued to the 'offending' appendage.
It hadn't even occurred to her that he may be trying to hide from her possible physical violence. After all, she had started this topic of conversation. Then again, women had a tendency to blow their gaskets at loads of stupid things. Even her.
Should he dare a glance over at her, it'd be clear that she wasn't the least bit offended or angry. Quite the opposite, actually.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:54 pm
Only if he wants to be?
This is dangerous territory! Absolutely dangerous! Anatoli parts two of his fingers, peeking through them with a curious green eye. He looked utterly perplexed, in addition to being embarassed. "Why haven't ya hit me yet?" A heavy note of expectation was in his voice, and almost implied that he wanted to be hit. After all, the way his mind worked and how it was trained by many dates gone awry... well.
An appearance from his special friend meant getting hit, which meant going home and spending some quality time alone. It seemed natural to him with how often it happened. It was just a part of the process.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:14 pm
And with that question, she looked just as confused as him. "Why would I?" It was obvious that she had led him on, puppeting him until such a thing happened, but considering her experience, she caught the implication.
"Wait..." Antony started slowly, brow raising upwards, "Do you want me to hit you?" Had she somehow stumbled into a BDSM Jewboy with an over excitable friend? That would, sadly, explain his relationship (however remote) to Moreau.
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