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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 29, 2008 13:05:01 GMT -5
*Walks past Damie in a trench coat with stillettos and diamond ankle bracelet... turns and winks*
Sorry it's rough in these here streets...
...can we get up later (after I finishing selling this bracelet at the Pawn Shop). I was thinking maybe we could meet a the Soda Shop and get a Root Beer float or something. Let me know |
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 29, 2008 17:22:05 GMT -5
*sees the interchange between Damie and Sapphy. Thinks this new neighborhood needs some of the Liz Taylor of OO action. Walks past Damie, drops my purse, leans over so my short skirt rises just a little to see a bulge, pick up my purse, throw a flirty smile at Damie, and put on my best runway cat walk as I walk away.*
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Post by Sapphire on Jan 29, 2008 17:33:39 GMT -5
Leave it to Lizzy!
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Post by Ms. RedamnDickulous on Jan 29, 2008 22:26:58 GMT -5
Re Re is considering her e-options and may make a decision soon...
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 29, 2008 23:04:06 GMT -5
*Damie watches as Sapphy leaves in a huff*
I'll make it up to you I swear.
*Notices some glamour girl walk around seductive. Takes out cellphone and films. She bends over*
DAYYYYYUUMMMMM!!! Look at that onion.
*Films license plate of car she gets into*
Juicy1? That can't be Hardaway looking like that can it? Man she done grown.
*Looks Hardaway up in the e-phone book*
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Post by Sapphire on Jan 30, 2008 0:06:46 GMT -5
*Peeps Damie's pimp moves as she walks away. Thinks outloud to herself: Hmmph! I though he was different. I guess all e-negros are the same. Oh well I guess I'll have show my e-pole dancing class moves to someone else. Whatever!*
*Whatches as her e-soror lures in another sucker.*
Get it girl! Do your thing.
*Mean mugs Damie, throws the bottle of Remy in the trash (at least he didn't rob me of that) and leaves*
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 30, 2008 10:53:54 GMT -5
*Hears the clank of metal against glass*
Wait a minute... that...
...that sounded like someone throwing away Remy
*Goes to trashcan... and retrieves elixir*
Man who would do such a thing.
*Reads card attached: Damie a bottle for you while I dance on stage*
Oh wait a minute... the diamond bracelet was apart of her outfit. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*Tries to track down Sapphy*
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Post by Ms. RedamnDickulous on Jan 30, 2008 11:00:26 GMT -5
*giggles*
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Post by goldenepiphany on Jan 30, 2008 11:29:14 GMT -5
Silly Silly
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Post by Versatile on Jan 30, 2008 11:52:12 GMT -5
PAUSE:
Yesssss. Now all we need is a house burning down, murder, suicide, and a BBQ and the games section is back!
PLAY:
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 30, 2008 14:14:15 GMT -5
*Hears the clank of metal against glass*
Wait a minute... that...
...that sounded like someone throwing away Remy
*Goes to trashcan... and retrieves elixir*
Man who would do such a thing.
*Reads card attached: Damie a bottle for you while I dance on stage*
Oh wait a minute... the diamond bracelet was apart of her outfit. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*Tries to track down Sapphy* *notice where Damie was looking up my e-number. See where he got distracted by the clanking of liquor. Go and take my perfectly manicured nails and gently take the bottle away from him, as I caress his hand with my soft, silky smooth other hand. I replace where the bottle was with my card and number. I give him a  , linger long enough for him to smell my perfume, give a  on the cheek, and once again, put that cat walk into motion.* |
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 30, 2008 14:23:54 GMT -5
*Is intrigued by Hardaway's actions. Programs number on card into cell phone*
Wait a minute Hardaway, where are you off to?
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 30, 2008 14:25:47 GMT -5
*Is intrigued by Hardaway's actions. Programs number on card into cell phone*
Wait a minute Hardaway, where are you off to? No where in particular, if there is somewhere else you would like me to be. |
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 30, 2008 15:35:54 GMT -5
*Is intrigued by Hardaway's actions. Programs number on card into cell phone*
Wait a minute Hardaway, where are you off to? No where in particular, if there is somewhere else you would like me to be.
*considers how he should respond - rewords*
on my job we often take clients out to eat. I was wondering we could do lunch or something. What do you think |
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 30, 2008 15:37:32 GMT -5
Hmmmmmmm. I have to check my schedule. Here is what you do, I will consult with my secretary. You have my number. When you call, I will have an answer.
*gets in car and drives off*
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 30, 2008 16:23:35 GMT -5
Calls Secretary.
yes I need to schedule an a meeting with your boss. Ms. Athena Katherine-Ann Hardaway.
Yes.
Yes. okay then. That sounds good. Tell her I look foward to seeing her.
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 30, 2008 17:24:44 GMT -5
Pause:
DEADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD at the name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Play:
*comes into office and secretary walks in behind me*
Ma'am, a Mr. Damie Dexter Que has set up an appointment with you, and wanted me to inform you that he looks forward to seeing you. I have put the particulars on your coporate calendar.
*has a slight smile and nods at secretary who then leaves. He is persistent, smooth, kinda like that. Pull up calendar on computer to see when and what time this meeting is suppsoe to take place.*
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 31, 2008 10:00:41 GMT -5
*Pulls up to the Marriot in the 72 Cutlass sitting on chrome - that's right - I'm still pushing the Cutlass and it's sitting on chrome*
Hmmmm... seems Ms. Hardaway hasn't arrived yet. I'll just park and have a quick drink at the bar while I wait.
*Parks car and has a quick drink at the bar while he waits.*
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Post by ~DSTracted by shOES~ on Jan 31, 2008 10:35:04 GMT -5
interesting
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 31, 2008 10:39:23 GMT -5
<---= done had 2 long island iced teas now
<---= starting to get crunk
<---= still doesn't see Hardaway
<---= orders another drink and continues to wait
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 31, 2008 11:08:36 GMT -5
*pulls up to the Marriot in power blakc business suit, with the skirt just an inch about the knee. Rocking those sexy stilettos that always make my legs look they are going on for days. Sees Damie's car. Walks in and doesn't see him. Notice the bar to my left. Figures that a Que would be in there. Walk in and see him at the bar. I am seated, and I have the waitress to send over to Damie another Long Island Ice tea. She gives the order to the bartendar, he makes it, and gives it to Damie, pointing at me as he talks. Damie turns around and sees me sitting, waiting, with a sexy smile.*
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Post by Ms. RedamnDickulous on Jan 31, 2008 11:27:58 GMT -5
SOROR!
You
Are
Making
Me
Crack the hell up!
<------------- Would have said HOT, but NO HOMO.
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 31, 2008 12:12:20 GMT -5
::DEAD:: @ Reflection!
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jan 31, 2008 18:41:35 GMT -5
*pause*
Man this has to be the craziest slow motion dinner date ever. My bad.
*play*
*Walks over to table with Ms. Hardaway and takes a seat.*
"Well I'm glad you made it. I was beginning to wonder if you might not show up. I would have hated to think that I wouldn't get to e-see you again"
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Post by Julie Art on Jan 31, 2008 19:33:50 GMT -5
I had some urgent matters to come across my desk right when I was getting ready to leave that had to be attended to. It looks as you kept yourself pretty busy during the wait though.
*nods towards the bar where Damie was sitting and at his empty glasses*
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Post by osiris on Feb 1, 2008 8:35:56 GMT -5
{... Osiris comes in and haves a seat at the bar just to "chop" it up with the crowd and to un-wind a lil' bit. He then notices AKAD and Damie having dinner. ...} {... I then turn around to face directly toward AKAD so that our eyes can meet. Fortunately, Damie has his back to me ... so this playful moment will be a walk in the park. ...} {... AKAD eyes span the room and makes contact with mine for a split-second. She then tries to act like she didn't see me...  ... She dares to make contact with my eyes again ... } {... I lick my lips ... lean back against the bar ... as she watches my eyes slowly climb her caramel body like a hiker beginning with her stilettos only to meet with her eyes again ... } {... She then realizes that she's being undressed ... mentally... } Osiris: {... I turn back toward the bartender ... } ... Listen, that table over there, how long have they been here? Bartender: Well, she just got her not long ago. The guy... he was here before she arrived. He seems like a pretty funny guy. You should have seen him when he pulled up, he had a 72 Cutlass with rims and one of the tires was a donut. {... the bartender begins to laugh hysterically...} He .... ha-ha ... He .... {... snickering...} ... he pulled up and there he was ... three of the tires were 24 inch rims and the one donut was a 15 inch rim spinner. "A Dios Mio!" { AKAD then reads my lips when I state:} Osiris: (Silently) Oh ... You're ... With .... Him ... {... She doesn't understand what I'm saying and gives the expression of  ...} { Again, I state very slowly and silently, while motioning with my hands:} Osiris: You're ..... With ..... Him ..... { She then understands and give the  look ... } {... I then leave a tip for my drink and give a nod of affirmation to myself. As I walk out, our eyes meet again and I give a slight shrug while she reads my lips stating:} Osiris: (Silently) It is what it is... O... |
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Post by Julie Art on Feb 1, 2008 10:44:13 GMT -5
Pause:
Dayummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Osiris!!!!!!!!! What is a girl to do, lol!
FYI: I'm a chocolate sister, not caramel, lol!
Play:
*Sees Mr. Oh So Fine linger at the door a little after he silenty makes his last statement. I look to Damie quickly*
Excuse me hon, I have to go to the little girls room. I will be back in a few.
*subtley makes eye contact with Mr. Oh So Fine to meet me around the corner. I stand up, playfully straighten out my skirt, grab my purse, give Damie a wink and a smile, and make my way towards the bathroom. Osiris follows, but not closely behind.*
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Post by Bunny Hop on Feb 1, 2008 12:12:37 GMT -5
<---just wants an e-friend to go to the e-movies with
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Post by osiris on Feb 1, 2008 12:17:29 GMT -5
:: PAUSE ::
For the record, (as you and I both know) caramel is substance produced by cooking sugar until it becomes a thick, dark liquid; its color ranges from golden to an extreme dark brown (like chocolate) color; but if you would rather the term "chocolate" .... A "Willy Wonka" goes well with "Chocolate"
:: PLAY ::
{... As soon as AKAD turns the corner I find myself casually gravitating toward her like a magnet with a strong irresistible attraction. We then find ourselves standing in a hallway that leads to the public restrooms. ...}
AKAD: O ... what are you doing here?!
Osiris: I just so happen to be in the area and this place normally carries good conversation. What are you doing here?
AKAD: Damie and I are on a date...
{...At this moment, it's noticeable that AKAD is nervous because Damie or anyone else that may recognize us for that matter can come around the corner...}
{...The nervousness catches up to AKAD and she accidental drops her keys ....}
{... I then begin to wonder to myself ... did she really drop her keys ... or is this a re-enactment of the "napkin" incident at her e-House Warming from last year?...}
{...Before she has a chance to grab her keys, ....}
Osiris: Oh, ... let me get those for you...
{...As I kneel down to grab her keys... that's when I realize that she has the sexiest legs that I've ever seen. She's wearing a black business suit, with the skirt just an inch about the knee. Now my imagination is getting the best of me. I then take the tip of my tongue and trace the back of her leg in a straight line to the back of her calf ... from there .... my tongue makes a gentle leap from her calf and my lips land softly on the back of her knee...}
Osiris: {...I then stand back up with her keys in hand ... AKAD is now leaning with her back against the wall. I'm now standing in front of her with one arm leaning on the wall and I lean in towards AKAD as though to kiss her but lean in to whisper:} .... Just so you know ... I haven't "ate" yet ... and would love to taste the fruits of your garden. When you feel that the time is "ripe" and your garden is ready to be "harvested" .... call me.
{...Before anyone comes around the corner, I then leave the restaurant discreetly. To keep AKAD any longer would have begun to look suspicious on her behalf. ... }
O....
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Post by Julie Art on Feb 1, 2008 12:29:54 GMT -5
Pause:
All I can say is dayum.
Play:
*tries to control the unbelievable urge that is growing into my legs brought on by Osiris. I know there is a decision I have to make. I make it concsiouly, an quickly rush back to the table. I lean over just enough for Damie to see the crevice of where my breast began to part.*
Hey hon, another emergency has come up at the job. I swear they can't run this company with out me. I am offering a rain check, so that we can do this at a later time.
* I lean in, kiss Damie on the cheek, flash that Colegate smile, and dash out the retaurant/hotel. I hope in car, pull out the slip of paper that O put in my hand on the sly while he was giving me his keys, and make my way to the address on the paper, which is his house. I get there and see his car. I check my make up in the mirror and hair to make sure it's flawless. I get out the car, go up to the door, and ring the doorbell. Osiris opens the door in smoker's jacket, with two glasses of mojitios in one hand, with his other hand leaning up against the wall. I let out a sigh, and give that "look" all women are known for.*
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, linger long enough for him to smell my perfume, give a 
on the cheek, and once again, put that cat walk into motion.*
... She dares to make contact with my eyes again ... }
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look ... }
