“I earn the firm more billable hours than any other lawyer in the office, I’ve never lost a case, and yet every goddamn year, I get passed over for partner.” He punctuates each pause with a wild gesticulation of his beer-holding hand and I wince as a splash lands on a woman’s high-heeled foot.
This bar is one of the hottest spots in the city. The people that pack it are genetically and physically gifted; there are no crooked noses, no wrinkled suit jackets. If you’re here, you either know someone or you are someone.
I am not someone. I am a mustard stain on the collar of this establishment. Even the waiter ignores me. But I know Ethan.
Summary: Chance was an athletic young man, but when he meets a mysterious stranger that kidnaps him, the man plans on getting him very plump and ready to bear demon spawn!
Chance Fuller was a twenty-three year old, tall, blue-green eyed, short brushed up blonde haired young man. He was athletic and strong, with good, strong muscle definition. He ate well and exercised weekly. Every other day he went to the gym, workout for two hours, then hit the showers to freshen back up before he sat at the gym's bar to enjoy a fruit smoothie after a long workout.
His routine was predictable and the people at the gym knew him by his first name. He was enjoying how his life was going, even after the loss of a close friend. He kept that friend's dog tags around his neck at all times to remember and honor him.
Today was no different than any other, and after a two hour workout and a shower, he sat at the bar and the bartender got him his usual
Jenna needed an art class for high school to fill her fine art requirement. She couldnt draw, so Art 101 was out of the question. She never played an instrument before nor cant she sing, so Band and Chorus was out of the way. So the dark haired, tan and slim girl had one last choice on the list: Computer Arts.
The class primarily taught about how art is created with using computer technology and all that. Everything from creating it on the Mac in class to printing it on the old printing press. It was a hassle for someone for Jenna, a constant texter and anonymous blogger. She barely even used the laptop she has at home. Luckily, the teacher made everything a lot simpler when he taught the instructions in class. A weirdo for sure, an old guy with white hair and wrinkles, but hes had a long experience
She rolled on to her side and grabbed a notebook from the nightstand with a series of start and stop times, adding in the latest entry. "Okay, with this one, average time is..." she scribbled some math out on the margin, "Average time is eight hours, fifteen minu
The mother of Courtney Van Haders leaned away from the sink, peeking out into the hallway just as her daughter closed the garage door behind her. She was only able to catch a glimpse of the younger woman's long, curly chocolate-brown hair. She heaved out a deep sigh.
Her beloved child was more than halfway through her junior year in college already. It wouldn't be too much longer before she would graduate, find herself a nice little job, and eventually move out of the house. The last thing she wanted was for her daughter, the oldest of her three children, to have to leave the family home. She wasn't always around at home to watch the boys or to take care of the house, and Courtney proved ample help in that regard as well. The money obtained from both her (the mother's) work and her husband's was more than enough to provide for Courtney and her two younger brothers Jacob and Steven. Courtney didn't need to
But nothing came to mind. Stretching, Lilly felt a rumble in her belly knowing that she was starving. Looking around, Lilly thought that maybe she could cheat on her diet at least once. Though, she had to make sure that none of her friends were spying on her. When she didn't see a sign of them, Lilly had reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out a paper bag that had a jelly filled donut. Smiling Lilly took a bite out of the donut and went to heaven.
She loved these, and wished that she could have them more often. But with her belly being the way it was, (soft) then sh
"Oi...the bloody hell happened?" asked Raven with a small shake of her head.
" Where are we...?" asked Fang as she looked around.
"Better question" chimed in Crystal. " Why the fuck are we tied up?!". She pulled at the ropes that tied her hand's, trying to pull them free. It was then they all heard someone laughing. A girl's voice.
" Not so fun being the one on the reciving end, is it?" said the voice. All the girl's turned their attention to a large pile
" Oh god..." she muttered, resting a hand on her forehead. Lifting her hand a little she looked around at her room. Rather bare light grey wall's. Almost white. In fact a lot of her room was b
This was the perfect time of the year for the infamous trickster, known by few as the Ebil Witch Lady. She loved Halloween just as much as all the children do, though she wasn’t in it for the candy. Halloween was a special time where she could use her magical abilities to cause mischief on all kinds of people. One might think she’s a monster for what she does, but nobody ever remembers who they once were when she’s finished. Of course, she had one condition that she followed to a tee: all of the adorable children were
"Say, luv, can I ask you something that might be kind of weird?"
"I'd prefer that you did not."
"Do you think my butt might be getting a mite bigger or is it just me?"
Widowmaker removed her eye from her rifle's aiming scope and looked over to glare at Tracer. The young woman had her hands clasped impatiently against her hips and a look of deep consideration forced her face to scrunch up. As soon as she noticed that the blue-toned sniper was staring, Tracer took it as a hint to turn around so that she could present her buttocks to the other woman. It did not even require a single full second of observation for Widowmaker to realize that Tracer's backside was indeed bigger-looking than it once had been. Widowmaker had become, for better or worse, rather familiar with her teammate's backside after having provided her whole team with support from afar for this long already. Tracer's ass may have been prominent in her skin-tight yellow jumpsuit, but it was still rather unimpres
“Oh! Of course.”
Famous last words. My roommate heads to the kitchen to serve up a plate. Don’t get me wrong—cookies are great. Decadent holiday treats, sprinkled with sugar and smelling like Grandma’s kitchen, are the best afternoon pick-me-up.
But right now? I’m too full to even consider it—one bite of cookie and I think I’ll burst.
I’ve gotten myself into quite a predicament.
I’ll start from the beginning, which I guess is the LaCroix Company Christmas party.
LaCroix is a century old food service supplier, although my tenure with the company only spans the last eight months. Their Christmas party is the stuff of legends. I mean, I’ve been hearing about it since before I even got hired. They rent out a local restaurant, load the place with product, and turn it into table af