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**UPDATED**
added a few more things to further fit her into the themed hehe.
yeah, this is about Fatal Personality\'s \"Natalia\". a really sexy piece, IMHO ^_^
anyhow, please feel free to critique this piece. i have rather strayed from the \"dark\" theme that i am used to, and the mood usually set by the company\'s theme hahaha. but hey, a little change can go a long way, right
?
well, without further ado, here you guys go.
“Christmas”
“Hello Cale.” The girl of coal-black hair smiled at her co-worker. But to her surprise the reply was nothing but cold silence. Obviously taken aback and surely insulted, she still managed to keep her cool. “So, you wanna grab lunch?”
The clean-cut bachelor, though, just brushed her gesturing hand aside and continued digging through some files. Sensing that she was still standing behind him, he tried shooing her off by implicating disinterest. “Look. I’m not in the mood, okay?”
“Fine!” She snapped, storming out of the office.
His lean yet medium build showed under the semi-formal office attire. The frantic young man sighed as he leaned back against the file cabinets and cast his gaze towards the ceiling. “Hmph… mistletoe…” Maybe that’s why she was so worked up? He really had nothing against the lady, but it was just that she kept on popping up at the wrong moment. If he wasn’t busy, they were on uneven ground. He did want to develop her offers of friendship, but they always ended up on the wrong edge. “Next time…”
**
She cut her eyes at him from a distance, crossing those slender arms in defiance. Why was he always such a jerk towards her? What? He disliked perky girls? She was hardly wearing any make-up even. She was dressed decently, and she acted far more lady-like than she could stomach. In short, she was all natural. But that prick always blew her off. She just hoped that his heart of stone could be matched by his manhood in terms of hardness, that’s why her interest in him, no matter how crippled, never faltered. All she ever wanted was to share a nice Christmas Eve with him, but he was too pre-occupied to even take notice of her. Natalie’s heart swelled with sadness, and rage. She continued to study him from the safe nest of her cubicle. He was preparing something. Invitations? Really now? She could recall sending him a dozen concert tickets and invites, luncheon and dinner tickets. All of which ended up returned to her without even a ‘thank you’ for the consideration and effort she presented. And now Cale wouldn’t even bother trying to return the gesture? That was just too much. “Just one lesson, just one lesson...”
**
The moment the company clock blasted at the tick of five in the afternoon, Cale rushed out of the corporate building, tidying his hybrid fashion of suit and denim. His sleek leather trench coat greatly complemented his piecemeal office uniform, the hues of black and white blending in graceful unison. Popping out his phone he fidgeted away at the keypad and forwarded a group message concerning the yuletide season. “Merry Christmas 2 u guyz. C u all later.” It read in modernized lingo. Just as he pocketed his gadget he bumped into the person he had least expected to encounter.
“S-s-sorry…” he fumbled, picking up her purse and taking a feeble step back while tidying his cloak.
“Watch where you’re going.” She could only snarl, still dejected from her earlier exploits. “Get out of my sight before I slap you senseless!”
Not another word, he complies with her shrill request and scrambles away, seemingly embarrassed yet bashful at the same time. This could lead to something, she thought to herself as she tailed him like a shadow.
Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get even with his prick-like ego. Despite looking like a saint on the outside, only the fewest of the few know who the *real* Natalia was. Unzipping her bag she glanced at her “correctional” device: a huge knife with the word “discipline” engraved along the grooves. Snickering to herself she stashed the blade deeper into her purse as she kept up with his pace. Just one stab, even a quick one, could appease her boiling rage. Twelve inches of tempered iron serrating wretched flesh, and the oozing of the unworthy’s blood sent tingles down her sensual spine.
Backalleys, dimly-lighted corners and near dead-ends left the pretty young lass wondering where her tempting prey was headed. The street was lined with stripclubs, pubs, and motels. Oh? Was the boy not as perfect as she thought he was? Maybe he had some dark desire she could use against him alongside her cruel intention? Natalie’s interest heightened as they took a further descent down the road. For some reason her excitement escalated. Maybe it was the unintentional desire for wickedness as payment for his arrogance towards her. All the weeks she had gone unnoticed had scorned Natalie’s mind. Humiliation, blackmail, and pain seemed to be the only penance. As Cale ceased to a halt, she crept up from behind, lurking just behind a lamp post’s shadow with dagger drawn. The cold steel gleamed under the feint streetlight glow. Perhaps it was time to strike, while he stood still out on the open. But to Natalie’s surprise, he wasn’t standing before an establishment of pleasure and lust. It was…
“An orphanage?”
Seriously? She couldn’t help but feel vile and remorseful for even thinking of him like that. The children eagerly lined up at him as he distributed what he had been readying back in the office: Christmas cards. Natalie’s heart gushed with warmth and affection as the man she had so admired was in fact worth her accolades. As she sank her hand deep into her hand bag, she felt a stiff fold of parchment protrude from out of her stash of cosmetics. Cale was really something else. Beautiful, and skilled with hands that she didn\'t notice him slip it in. “A Christmas Card?”
A mixture of hesitation and cheer tingled over her fingertips as she unfolded the greeting.
“Merry Christmas. Sorry for everything. I hope I can patch things up before the year ends.”
A soft giggle, a shining tear, she knew exactly how to pay back his unexpected kindness.
**
The laughter and smiles of those kids left Cale’s spirits high. He was contented with the thought of providing at least small relief to the downtrodden souls. The long walk had tired him out. He just wanted to pop open some wine and enjoy a little fruitcake. Despite his contentment, the handsome fellow still wished he had some company for the night. Just someone to share and thank the moment with. Shaking his head in realization he took off his weighty bullskin coat and flipped the light switch open.
“What in the…?!”
“You’ve been a good boy.” She giggled as she slowly approached him, still clutching the foot of steel she had earlier. “Don’t worry.” She assured him safety by throwing the knife a good distance aside. “I’m here to make sure you receive a special gift.”
“I, uh…” he blushed, looking away from her revealing outfit of a scarlet sexy gift giver. A stunning Saint Nick to be honest, save for the missing reindeer. But who the hell cares about those guys anyway? He was still a little shaken by her first approach, but now that the murder weapon was out of hand perhaps it was safe? “Look, about earlier today…” he tried explaining himself, the trace of panic still causing him to fumble with words. But she would have none of it. A sign that he had been forgiven. But for her it was more than that.
She just hushed him with a finger’s press to the lip. “Santa sent me on a vacation of choice,” looking at his lower region with a hinting smile. “I gladly chose the South Pole...”
:3 hehehehe
added a few more things to further fit her into the themed hehe.
yeah, this is about Fatal Personality\'s \"Natalia\". a really sexy piece, IMHO ^_^
anyhow, please feel free to critique this piece. i have rather strayed from the \"dark\" theme that i am used to, and the mood usually set by the company\'s theme hahaha. but hey, a little change can go a long way, right
?well, without further ado, here you guys go.
“Christmas”
“Hello Cale.” The girl of coal-black hair smiled at her co-worker. But to her surprise the reply was nothing but cold silence. Obviously taken aback and surely insulted, she still managed to keep her cool. “So, you wanna grab lunch?”
The clean-cut bachelor, though, just brushed her gesturing hand aside and continued digging through some files. Sensing that she was still standing behind him, he tried shooing her off by implicating disinterest. “Look. I’m not in the mood, okay?”
“Fine!” She snapped, storming out of the office.
His lean yet medium build showed under the semi-formal office attire. The frantic young man sighed as he leaned back against the file cabinets and cast his gaze towards the ceiling. “Hmph… mistletoe…” Maybe that’s why she was so worked up? He really had nothing against the lady, but it was just that she kept on popping up at the wrong moment. If he wasn’t busy, they were on uneven ground. He did want to develop her offers of friendship, but they always ended up on the wrong edge. “Next time…”
**
She cut her eyes at him from a distance, crossing those slender arms in defiance. Why was he always such a jerk towards her? What? He disliked perky girls? She was hardly wearing any make-up even. She was dressed decently, and she acted far more lady-like than she could stomach. In short, she was all natural. But that prick always blew her off. She just hoped that his heart of stone could be matched by his manhood in terms of hardness, that’s why her interest in him, no matter how crippled, never faltered. All she ever wanted was to share a nice Christmas Eve with him, but he was too pre-occupied to even take notice of her. Natalie’s heart swelled with sadness, and rage. She continued to study him from the safe nest of her cubicle. He was preparing something. Invitations? Really now? She could recall sending him a dozen concert tickets and invites, luncheon and dinner tickets. All of which ended up returned to her without even a ‘thank you’ for the consideration and effort she presented. And now Cale wouldn’t even bother trying to return the gesture? That was just too much. “Just one lesson, just one lesson...”
**
The moment the company clock blasted at the tick of five in the afternoon, Cale rushed out of the corporate building, tidying his hybrid fashion of suit and denim. His sleek leather trench coat greatly complemented his piecemeal office uniform, the hues of black and white blending in graceful unison. Popping out his phone he fidgeted away at the keypad and forwarded a group message concerning the yuletide season. “Merry Christmas 2 u guyz. C u all later.” It read in modernized lingo. Just as he pocketed his gadget he bumped into the person he had least expected to encounter.
“S-s-sorry…” he fumbled, picking up her purse and taking a feeble step back while tidying his cloak.
“Watch where you’re going.” She could only snarl, still dejected from her earlier exploits. “Get out of my sight before I slap you senseless!”
Not another word, he complies with her shrill request and scrambles away, seemingly embarrassed yet bashful at the same time. This could lead to something, she thought to herself as she tailed him like a shadow.
Maybe this was the perfect opportunity to get even with his prick-like ego. Despite looking like a saint on the outside, only the fewest of the few know who the *real* Natalia was. Unzipping her bag she glanced at her “correctional” device: a huge knife with the word “discipline” engraved along the grooves. Snickering to herself she stashed the blade deeper into her purse as she kept up with his pace. Just one stab, even a quick one, could appease her boiling rage. Twelve inches of tempered iron serrating wretched flesh, and the oozing of the unworthy’s blood sent tingles down her sensual spine.
Backalleys, dimly-lighted corners and near dead-ends left the pretty young lass wondering where her tempting prey was headed. The street was lined with stripclubs, pubs, and motels. Oh? Was the boy not as perfect as she thought he was? Maybe he had some dark desire she could use against him alongside her cruel intention? Natalie’s interest heightened as they took a further descent down the road. For some reason her excitement escalated. Maybe it was the unintentional desire for wickedness as payment for his arrogance towards her. All the weeks she had gone unnoticed had scorned Natalie’s mind. Humiliation, blackmail, and pain seemed to be the only penance. As Cale ceased to a halt, she crept up from behind, lurking just behind a lamp post’s shadow with dagger drawn. The cold steel gleamed under the feint streetlight glow. Perhaps it was time to strike, while he stood still out on the open. But to Natalie’s surprise, he wasn’t standing before an establishment of pleasure and lust. It was…
“An orphanage?”
Seriously? She couldn’t help but feel vile and remorseful for even thinking of him like that. The children eagerly lined up at him as he distributed what he had been readying back in the office: Christmas cards. Natalie’s heart gushed with warmth and affection as the man she had so admired was in fact worth her accolades. As she sank her hand deep into her hand bag, she felt a stiff fold of parchment protrude from out of her stash of cosmetics. Cale was really something else. Beautiful, and skilled with hands that she didn\'t notice him slip it in. “A Christmas Card?”
A mixture of hesitation and cheer tingled over her fingertips as she unfolded the greeting.
“Merry Christmas. Sorry for everything. I hope I can patch things up before the year ends.”
A soft giggle, a shining tear, she knew exactly how to pay back his unexpected kindness.
**
The laughter and smiles of those kids left Cale’s spirits high. He was contented with the thought of providing at least small relief to the downtrodden souls. The long walk had tired him out. He just wanted to pop open some wine and enjoy a little fruitcake. Despite his contentment, the handsome fellow still wished he had some company for the night. Just someone to share and thank the moment with. Shaking his head in realization he took off his weighty bullskin coat and flipped the light switch open.
“What in the…?!”
“You’ve been a good boy.” She giggled as she slowly approached him, still clutching the foot of steel she had earlier. “Don’t worry.” She assured him safety by throwing the knife a good distance aside. “I’m here to make sure you receive a special gift.”
“I, uh…” he blushed, looking away from her revealing outfit of a scarlet sexy gift giver. A stunning Saint Nick to be honest, save for the missing reindeer. But who the hell cares about those guys anyway? He was still a little shaken by her first approach, but now that the murder weapon was out of hand perhaps it was safe? “Look, about earlier today…” he tried explaining himself, the trace of panic still causing him to fumble with words. But she would have none of it. A sign that he had been forgiven. But for her it was more than that.
She just hushed him with a finger’s press to the lip. “Santa sent me on a vacation of choice,” looking at his lower region with a hinting smile. “I gladly chose the South Pole...”
:3 hehehehe
