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Hooked On Onyx...
...because sometimes, I have no sense!
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justabi 'cause she likes these and this is what I did while recording SV. not because I didn't want to see it--I do. Just want to be able to fast-forward if I have to. You know.
Hooked On Onyx
“Und zen, he pushed me up against ze wall and sucked--”
“He did not!” the circle of disbelieving faces chorused.
“Yes he did! He vas all ‘Hans-Dieter, you make my heart sing—you make me vant to bend you over’ and zen he did, good gott und--”
“Oh puhleeeeeeeze, Miss Ting!” Yoshi snorted and rolled his eyes, and carefully and quickly put the kitchen island between himself and the irate chef.
“Really!” Henri giggled. "You must be hallucinating—since the BGB’s been around we’ve been reduced to each other. Not that you’re not hot,” he said to Conners’ raised eyebrows. “Sorry about that.”
Conners inclined his regal head and forgave Henri his mistake. “All right every one, enough idle chit-chat--”
The little group trooped out of Hans-Dieter’s kitchen, Conners eyeballing them sternly when he heard a muttered ‘slave driver’
Not an hour later Henri came flying back into the kitchen “--oh my god—you were right!” He held his pants up with one hand and held his other hand out for a cigarette, which Hans-Dieter pulled out from his pocket with a knowing smirk. “Vas I lyink?”
“God no,” Henri moaned. “I think I left my brain on the garage floor…” He frowned down at the shredded remnants of his clothing. “He could have left the zipper in my pants though. the bastard….”
“Ya—he seemed to be in a hurry. Did za laughing bother you?” Hans–Dieter eyed the finger sandwiches he was making for the boss with a critical eye. The garnish wasn’t living up to the gastronomical wonder that was his sandwiches.
“Vat—I mean--what laughing? His mouth was full…” He grinned at Hans-Dieter and reached for a sandwich when the chef turned his back.
“Touch zat and you die,” he said in a conversational tone and Henri snatched his hand back. How the hell did he do that?
Conners staggered into the kitchen. The cook and the driver stared, mouths agape as Conners gulped air and tried to speak.
Zat reminds me—order za sea-bass for dinner tomorrow. "Vas it za Boss?” Hans-Dieter asked.
“The Boss—is busy today,” Henri said, voice full of admiration. Conners poured himself a glass of water, spotting Hans-Dieter’s pristine counter but the chef said not a word.
“Well?” they both asked when Conners took too long to speak.
“My god…it was like he was another man—so forceful so, so…thorough!” He leaned back against the counter and hissed, leapt upright. “I don’t know what got into him…and that laughter…so maniacal….”
“We know what’s got into you!” Henri hissed and Hans-Dieter elbowed him.
“Shlut.”
“Tramp.”
“Hoor.’
Oh yeah. They grinned at each other.
Yoshi staggered into the kitchen—not a shred of clothing on him. The staff began babbling all at once.
“Oh Yoshi! What happened!”
“Gootness! Ver are your cloz? You lucky bitch!”
“You’ve been working out haven’t you-”
Yoshi preened momentarily, before remembering that he d been violated. “I’ve been violated!”
After the laughter subsided they wondered what had gotten into the Boss, and could they keep it there and what were the odds Big Giant Boy was going to rip them limb from limb when he found out what had been going on.
Suddenly a booming voice called out “Boys, boys! There you are!” And the Boss stood in the doorway, grinning from ear top ear and licking his lips. “What do you say we play a little game, all of us?”
Yoshi jumped up and down. He squeaked “Oooh! Slave Boy and the Arab raider!” and “Ow!” when Conners smacked him in the head.
“Sir, are you quite all right?” he asked and mentally added ‘well better than all right.’
“Let’s just say—I’m feeling a little besides myself today.” He grinned and every tooth shone. As a man, they stripped. It was a pavlovian response….
******
Later that evening, the staff were enjoying a pleasant smoke in the herb garden.
“So,” Henri said and blew a ring of smoke. “Two Bosses, hunh?”
“Ja,” scowled Hans Dieter, smoke dribbling from his nose like a dragon.
“And BGB fixed it—smished them back together?”
“Yes,” snapped Yoshi and sucked his cigarette nearly to the filter.
“Damn busybody,” growled Henri.
“I’ll say.” Conners muttered bitterly.
Smoke rose in to the air, silence reigned. After a moment Conners said, “So…any idea how that whole split thing happened?”
Scientific fervor filled four hearts.
10-06-2005
This is for
justabi 'cause she likes these and this is what I did while recording SV. not because I didn't want to see it--I do. Just want to be able to fast-forward if I have to. You know.Hooked On Onyx
“Und zen, he pushed me up against ze wall and sucked--”
“He did not!” the circle of disbelieving faces chorused.
“Yes he did! He vas all ‘Hans-Dieter, you make my heart sing—you make me vant to bend you over’ and zen he did, good gott und--”
“Oh puhleeeeeeeze, Miss Ting!” Yoshi snorted and rolled his eyes, and carefully and quickly put the kitchen island between himself and the irate chef.
“Really!” Henri giggled. "You must be hallucinating—since the BGB’s been around we’ve been reduced to each other. Not that you’re not hot,” he said to Conners’ raised eyebrows. “Sorry about that.”
Conners inclined his regal head and forgave Henri his mistake. “All right every one, enough idle chit-chat--”
The little group trooped out of Hans-Dieter’s kitchen, Conners eyeballing them sternly when he heard a muttered ‘slave driver’
Not an hour later Henri came flying back into the kitchen “--oh my god—you were right!” He held his pants up with one hand and held his other hand out for a cigarette, which Hans-Dieter pulled out from his pocket with a knowing smirk. “Vas I lyink?”
“God no,” Henri moaned. “I think I left my brain on the garage floor…” He frowned down at the shredded remnants of his clothing. “He could have left the zipper in my pants though. the bastard….”
“Ya—he seemed to be in a hurry. Did za laughing bother you?” Hans–Dieter eyed the finger sandwiches he was making for the boss with a critical eye. The garnish wasn’t living up to the gastronomical wonder that was his sandwiches.
“Vat—I mean--what laughing? His mouth was full…” He grinned at Hans-Dieter and reached for a sandwich when the chef turned his back.
“Touch zat and you die,” he said in a conversational tone and Henri snatched his hand back. How the hell did he do that?
Conners staggered into the kitchen. The cook and the driver stared, mouths agape as Conners gulped air and tried to speak.
Zat reminds me—order za sea-bass for dinner tomorrow. "Vas it za Boss?” Hans-Dieter asked.
“The Boss—is busy today,” Henri said, voice full of admiration. Conners poured himself a glass of water, spotting Hans-Dieter’s pristine counter but the chef said not a word.
“Well?” they both asked when Conners took too long to speak.
“My god…it was like he was another man—so forceful so, so…thorough!” He leaned back against the counter and hissed, leapt upright. “I don’t know what got into him…and that laughter…so maniacal….”
“We know what’s got into you!” Henri hissed and Hans-Dieter elbowed him.
“Shlut.”
“Tramp.”
“Hoor.’
Oh yeah. They grinned at each other.
Yoshi staggered into the kitchen—not a shred of clothing on him. The staff began babbling all at once.
“Oh Yoshi! What happened!”
“Gootness! Ver are your cloz? You lucky bitch!”
“You’ve been working out haven’t you-”
Yoshi preened momentarily, before remembering that he d been violated. “I’ve been violated!”
After the laughter subsided they wondered what had gotten into the Boss, and could they keep it there and what were the odds Big Giant Boy was going to rip them limb from limb when he found out what had been going on.
Suddenly a booming voice called out “Boys, boys! There you are!” And the Boss stood in the doorway, grinning from ear top ear and licking his lips. “What do you say we play a little game, all of us?”
Yoshi jumped up and down. He squeaked “Oooh! Slave Boy and the Arab raider!” and “Ow!” when Conners smacked him in the head.
“Sir, are you quite all right?” he asked and mentally added ‘well better than all right.’
“Let’s just say—I’m feeling a little besides myself today.” He grinned and every tooth shone. As a man, they stripped. It was a pavlovian response….
******
Later that evening, the staff were enjoying a pleasant smoke in the herb garden.
“So,” Henri said and blew a ring of smoke. “Two Bosses, hunh?”
“Ja,” scowled Hans Dieter, smoke dribbling from his nose like a dragon.
“And BGB fixed it—smished them back together?”
“Yes,” snapped Yoshi and sucked his cigarette nearly to the filter.
“Damn busybody,” growled Henri.
“I’ll say.” Conners muttered bitterly.
Smoke rose in to the air, silence reigned. After a moment Conners said, “So…any idea how that whole split thing happened?”
Scientific fervor filled four hearts.
10-06-2005
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*grin*