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 Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 1:37 am
"I've watched some really bad stuff before when couch-surfing at friends' houses. Surprisingly enough, even the poor guys looked tortured from being involved with it," she says, returning the look Jamal gave her. "I dunno, sometimes bad porn can provide some entertainment value, at least in the area of comedy. Or perhaps tragedy, depending on what you're looking for."
"But... if I were to star in a porno, I'd try my damndest to not be ********' awful, you know what I mean? I want to have fun, not just lay there lookin' like I was paid to be there."
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 1:44 am
"Well, I 'spose if yer watchin' jus' ta laugh, then a bad porno ain't dat bad," he drawled with a shrug, taking another hit before offering the joint to her. "But I don't watch it fo' comedy-sake much."
He paused, grinning devilishly as that final hit swamped his mind.
"Ya could star in a porno here pretty soon if ya really wanted," he said nonchalantly, though he was clearly looking at her chest again even though he was trying to not be obvious this time. "...Granted, it ain't gonna hit main stream...but...I think da rewards are 'bout da same...."
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 1:57 am
"My friends would used to rent some really funny ones," she says, languidly taking the joint and inhaling. "This one in particular was agonizing to watch. Would you believe me if I told you someone made a porno about the ghosts of whores from the Wild West wearing stupid costumes and banging modern people in the saloon? What fetish does THAT cater to?" She begins to laugh at the memory, twirling her finger in the air.
She turns an ear towards Jamal's offer, the corner of her lips tugging into a smirk. "Aw, hell. It could be a lot of fun," she coos, passing the joint back. "I'm all for it!"
"So," the woman says, lifting a brow, "where to?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 2:08 am
Jamal really wasn't listening to the first half of what she said, though he nodded in a vague sort of way when he distinguished ghosts and saloons in her comment. "Dat's some crazy s**t if ya ask me," he growled, waving a hand dismissively. His attention was now elsewhere. The fuzziness in his brain was being joined with an insistant nagging that would hopefully be take care of here shortly.
The joint was taken back and placed between his lips and he stood up from the table, a wicked, almost feral smile on his face as he gave the woman a once-over with his predatory glare.
"I guarentee there's cameras in ma duplex 'n' it's comfo'table," he suggested. "Unless you like da thrill of gettin' caught in public..." It didn't matter; either way he'd be getting what he wanted.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 2:19 am
"Your place sounds fine," Kaveri says with a nod and a wry grin, getting up herself and pushing the chair in under the table. "But whatever works for you, man. As long as we're havin' fun..."
She arches her back and raises her arms up in a stretch, bringing her hands back down to rest firmly on her hips. She'd been sitting down far too long, now it's time for some exercise (hey, sex counts as a form of exercise! It's totally cardiovascular). "Lead the way!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 2:24 am
Excellent.
Okay, so sleeping with someone he just met wasn't a smart idea...but it seemed to workout find with him and Antony...and lord knows she was getting HER fun. It was his turn, dammit. Not that he was thinking that way at the moment; the pot was neatly obscuring all those details and focusing on the fact he wanted some action and he wanted it now. How lucky he happened to be in the proximity of a well-endowed, shapely woman who didn't seem to have any qualms (or she was high enough to simply not care).
"My place it is," he growled lowly, the gleam still evident in his expression as he neglected to take care of his plate...instead slipping past her close enough to brush an arm against her rear and hip as he heading for the door.
She wanted fun? Oh, he'd give her some fun.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 2:38 am
Normally, Kaveri would be a little less forward about it, but even without the pot she'd be willing to have a go with someone she just met - she's really just that laid back. However, once high, all inhibitions go out the door. After ranting about the Marketing Blitz of Dr. Moreau, the filter between her brain and her mouth are all but gone.
"Awesome," she says, using Jamal's touch as the cue to get her to follow him back to his duplex. She, too, neglects her plate and leaves it on the table. Let someone else deal with it.
If this guy's as good as he says, then she's in for one hell of a ride.
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