The Seduction Series
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M through R › Nip/Tuck
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,927
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Seduction Series, Chapter 14
The Seduction Series
Chapter 14
Disclaimer: Not suitable for Children, Offensive Language, Rated R, Sexual Situations
Christian slammed the door with a loud bang.
“Shit!” he cursed under his breath as he rested his head against the door again. “Why me?” he groaned as he tapped his head gently a few times on it in frustration.
He paused for a moment before turning to stroll down the hall. His thoughts quickly turned to Miss Diva.
In anticipation of her, his posture became prouder than a peacock. “Time for a shit, shower and shave,” he mused to himself with a sly grin.
He headed to the bathroom where he undressed in a hurry. He sat on the toilet, straining his bowels realizing the shit scenario wasn’t going to happen too soon.
“Shit!” he cursed, cringing in pain, instantly getting up off the toilet. “Forget this shit!” he muttered under his breath, turned around and took a piss instead.
While pissing he winced and resigned himself to the fact that had he pursued the shit endeavor, he would probably have ended up with more than he would have cared for-phantom pain and the ghost buster idea that Sean tossed at him wouldn’t have been far-fetched.
He then jumped into the shower. Recalling the last shower incident, he double checked the tap before turning it on.
The hot shower perked him up more as he lathered the soap all over his body. He began to daydream more about Miss Diva as he meticulously wiped himself with the sponge.
“There! No remnant smell of sex!” “I’ll bet Miss Diva will smell what the doc’s got cookin’ later!” he mused as he hopped out of the shower.
He looked in the mirror next, pausing for a moment as he reached for his razor. In shock, he noticed the large bite mark imprinted on his one shoulder.
“Sooooooon of a Bitch!” he cursed with disdain, dropping the razor in the sink. “And Miss Diva’s assistant liked to mix pleasure with pain,” he scoffed.
He turned around glancing over his shoulder, noticing the long jagged scratch marks down his back
“Fuck me Freddy!” he hissed but quickly caught himself remembering the last two anal incidents making his asshole twinge.
“Dammit, that’s all I need is phantom pains at a time like this!”
Where’s those goddamn phantom pain pills that Sean prescribed!” he grumbled.
He bent over picking up the pile of clothes that lay in a heap on the floor, recalling putting them in one of his pant pockets.
He frantically opened the package, popping two tablets into his mouth, swallowing quickly, hoping that the pills would take effect soon.
Christian finished shaving, taking extreme caution not to nick his skin. Finishing, he dabbed his face carefully with a towel so as to not miss any foam.
He dashed to his closet, scrupulously checking what he would wear for his encounter with Miss Diva.
Picking out a black dress shirt and black dress pants, he neatly arranged the garments on the bed before slipping them on.
He walked back to the bathroom in a cocky manner and glanced one more time in the mirror where he struck a James Bond pose, raising his one eyebrow as he straightened his collar and fixed his cuffs. “Troy, Christian Troy,” he mused with a grin.
He triumphantly walked back to the bedroom where he hurriedly snatched his car keys before heading out.
Jumping into the car, Christian looked around for the business card with Miss Diva’s address on it. Upon finding it, he urgently punched in Miss Diva’s home address into his GPS to ensure that it was programmed.
Raring to go, he started the engine and flicked the tunes on in the car where INXS’ song, “Need You Tonight” bellowed, vibrating throughout his car.
In further anticipation of meeting Miss Diva, he cranked the volume to the tilt, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove off…..
Come over here….
All you’ve got is this moment
The twenty-first century’s yesterday
You can care all you want
Everybody does yeah that’s okay
So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw
I’ve got to let you know
I’ve got to let you know
You’re one of my kind
I need you tonight
‘cause I’m not sleeping
There’s something about you girl
That makes me sweat
How do you feel
I’m lonely
What do you think
Can’t take it all
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna live my life
To Be Continued
Chapter 14
Disclaimer: Not suitable for Children, Offensive Language, Rated R, Sexual Situations
Christian slammed the door with a loud bang.
“Shit!” he cursed under his breath as he rested his head against the door again. “Why me?” he groaned as he tapped his head gently a few times on it in frustration.
He paused for a moment before turning to stroll down the hall. His thoughts quickly turned to Miss Diva.
In anticipation of her, his posture became prouder than a peacock. “Time for a shit, shower and shave,” he mused to himself with a sly grin.
He headed to the bathroom where he undressed in a hurry. He sat on the toilet, straining his bowels realizing the shit scenario wasn’t going to happen too soon.
“Shit!” he cursed, cringing in pain, instantly getting up off the toilet. “Forget this shit!” he muttered under his breath, turned around and took a piss instead.
While pissing he winced and resigned himself to the fact that had he pursued the shit endeavor, he would probably have ended up with more than he would have cared for-phantom pain and the ghost buster idea that Sean tossed at him wouldn’t have been far-fetched.
He then jumped into the shower. Recalling the last shower incident, he double checked the tap before turning it on.
The hot shower perked him up more as he lathered the soap all over his body. He began to daydream more about Miss Diva as he meticulously wiped himself with the sponge.
“There! No remnant smell of sex!” “I’ll bet Miss Diva will smell what the doc’s got cookin’ later!” he mused as he hopped out of the shower.
He looked in the mirror next, pausing for a moment as he reached for his razor. In shock, he noticed the large bite mark imprinted on his one shoulder.
“Sooooooon of a Bitch!” he cursed with disdain, dropping the razor in the sink. “And Miss Diva’s assistant liked to mix pleasure with pain,” he scoffed.
He turned around glancing over his shoulder, noticing the long jagged scratch marks down his back
“Fuck me Freddy!” he hissed but quickly caught himself remembering the last two anal incidents making his asshole twinge.
“Dammit, that’s all I need is phantom pains at a time like this!”
Where’s those goddamn phantom pain pills that Sean prescribed!” he grumbled.
He bent over picking up the pile of clothes that lay in a heap on the floor, recalling putting them in one of his pant pockets.
He frantically opened the package, popping two tablets into his mouth, swallowing quickly, hoping that the pills would take effect soon.
Christian finished shaving, taking extreme caution not to nick his skin. Finishing, he dabbed his face carefully with a towel so as to not miss any foam.
He dashed to his closet, scrupulously checking what he would wear for his encounter with Miss Diva.
Picking out a black dress shirt and black dress pants, he neatly arranged the garments on the bed before slipping them on.
He walked back to the bathroom in a cocky manner and glanced one more time in the mirror where he struck a James Bond pose, raising his one eyebrow as he straightened his collar and fixed his cuffs. “Troy, Christian Troy,” he mused with a grin.
He triumphantly walked back to the bedroom where he hurriedly snatched his car keys before heading out.
Jumping into the car, Christian looked around for the business card with Miss Diva’s address on it. Upon finding it, he urgently punched in Miss Diva’s home address into his GPS to ensure that it was programmed.
Raring to go, he started the engine and flicked the tunes on in the car where INXS’ song, “Need You Tonight” bellowed, vibrating throughout his car.
In further anticipation of meeting Miss Diva, he cranked the volume to the tilt, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove off…..
Come over here….
All you’ve got is this moment
The twenty-first century’s yesterday
You can care all you want
Everybody does yeah that’s okay
So slide over here
And give me a moment
Your moves are so raw
I’ve got to let you know
I’ve got to let you know
You’re one of my kind
I need you tonight
‘cause I’m not sleeping
There’s something about you girl
That makes me sweat
How do you feel
I’m lonely
What do you think
Can’t take it all
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna live my life
To Be Continued