… which, of course, is “Chance Chambers” in Phonic Faux Francais Translation. Or “PFFT”.
And coincidentally, was also the sound she first made upon seeing me. She recovers quickly, however, and comes close and introduces herself…
Ms. Chambers: “Hi! I’m Chance....”
Rabbit (pointing at nearest session room): “Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”
Ms. Chambers: “Huh?”
Rabbit: “I’m just kidding. You can have money. Now get in there.”
Ms. Chambers: “I… what?”
Rabbit: “Heck… play your cards right in ‘jail’… and by ‘your cards’, I mean ‘the rabbit’… and you’ll do a LOT better than two hundred dollars….”
Ms. Chambers: “Oh no… you’re THAT guy, aren’t you?”
Rabbit: “Well… I don’t know who you mean by ‘THAT guy’… but yeah. Probably.”
Ms. Chambers: “No, really. Who are you?”
Rabbit: “ODB.”
Ms. Chambers: “ODB?”
Rabbit: “Old Dirty Bunny.”
Ms. Chambers: “Yeah… you’re THAT guy…”
Rabbit: “Poon Tang Clan ain’t nuthin’ ta f#ck with….”
Ms. Chambers: “Get in the shower. Idiot”.
So I did.
In very short order, Ms. Chambers returns to ply her trade. The first thing one notices is how lovely she is. She’s got longer hair, wonderful curves, and boy oh boy, is she ever cute. The second thing to hit a fella is how very charismatic she is... bubbly, friendly, buoyant. And yes… SSSEEEXXXYYY. Put all that together, and you have a lovely lady who is downright adorable. It’s only been a couple of minutes, and I already know I like her.
She slides up close, and asks what I’d like to do. I don’t really care. She figures I need moisturising. Alright.
Now I must have been very chaffed, because I got several generous applications of lotion. Perhaps more interesting was her method of application. Initially, it was a “snugly” technique, which was very nice. Then it changed to a more… playful/creative/bouncy method. THAT was fun. Finally, it morphed into a more “lusty” game. And that… that…
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
An awesome sampler by any standard, I would say, but clearly she was getting frustrated with how the moisturizing just didn’t seem to be “taking hold”. So she decided to try and “trap” the moisturiser in by wrapping the target site. Once so wrapped, however, I think her diagnosis of the problem changed, and she decided that it was more important to “tenderise”.
Ok. You’re the professional, Ma’am.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
It’s a full, fun-filled hour with a delightful young lady… but somehow, I still get the feeling she doesn’t really like rabbits. And so, as the session comes to the close, I find I’m torn between wanting to throw piles of money at whoever I have to in order to hold on to her for the rest of the month… and wanting to show mercy for the poor thing by “high-tailing” it out of there.
I chose the latter. Because I really do like her.
She is a very, VERY likeable young lady.
Happy thumping, all!
And coincidentally, was also the sound she first made upon seeing me. She recovers quickly, however, and comes close and introduces herself…
Ms. Chambers: “Hi! I’m Chance....”
Rabbit (pointing at nearest session room): “Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”
Ms. Chambers: “Huh?”
Rabbit: “I’m just kidding. You can have money. Now get in there.”
Ms. Chambers: “I… what?”
Rabbit: “Heck… play your cards right in ‘jail’… and by ‘your cards’, I mean ‘the rabbit’… and you’ll do a LOT better than two hundred dollars….”
Ms. Chambers: “Oh no… you’re THAT guy, aren’t you?”
Rabbit: “Well… I don’t know who you mean by ‘THAT guy’… but yeah. Probably.”
Ms. Chambers: “No, really. Who are you?”
Rabbit: “ODB.”
Ms. Chambers: “ODB?”
Rabbit: “Old Dirty Bunny.”
Ms. Chambers: “Yeah… you’re THAT guy…”
Rabbit: “Poon Tang Clan ain’t nuthin’ ta f#ck with….”
Ms. Chambers: “Get in the shower. Idiot”.
So I did.
In very short order, Ms. Chambers returns to ply her trade. The first thing one notices is how lovely she is. She’s got longer hair, wonderful curves, and boy oh boy, is she ever cute. The second thing to hit a fella is how very charismatic she is... bubbly, friendly, buoyant. And yes… SSSEEEXXXYYY. Put all that together, and you have a lovely lady who is downright adorable. It’s only been a couple of minutes, and I already know I like her.
She slides up close, and asks what I’d like to do. I don’t really care. She figures I need moisturising. Alright.
Now I must have been very chaffed, because I got several generous applications of lotion. Perhaps more interesting was her method of application. Initially, it was a “snugly” technique, which was very nice. Then it changed to a more… playful/creative/bouncy method. THAT was fun. Finally, it morphed into a more “lusty” game. And that… that…
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
An awesome sampler by any standard, I would say, but clearly she was getting frustrated with how the moisturizing just didn’t seem to be “taking hold”. So she decided to try and “trap” the moisturiser in by wrapping the target site. Once so wrapped, however, I think her diagnosis of the problem changed, and she decided that it was more important to “tenderise”.
Ok. You’re the professional, Ma’am.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
It’s a full, fun-filled hour with a delightful young lady… but somehow, I still get the feeling she doesn’t really like rabbits. And so, as the session comes to the close, I find I’m torn between wanting to throw piles of money at whoever I have to in order to hold on to her for the rest of the month… and wanting to show mercy for the poor thing by “high-tailing” it out of there.
I chose the latter. Because I really do like her.
She is a very, VERY likeable young lady.
Happy thumping, all!