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Well, Walt wanted some drama so let's engineer some. I'm not sure how well this will work as I've just kinda made it up, but the aim is to write a DZ.com thriller B|

Continue the story with each post, and involve the poster above you as a new character.

Walt's to blame, so I'll start things off..


Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..

'buttplugs? where?' - geno

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Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



he was damned if anyone was going to break into the secret experiment codenamed: AN2. Slowly he set off for the main hangar, keeping to the shadows so that if souleh, the french-candian spy rumoured to be in the area really was out there, he wouldn't see him. Walt liked Jack and prossies, but he liked the element of surprise more...

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Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



he was damned if anyone was going to break into the secret experiment codenamed: AN2. Slowly he set off for the main hangar, keeping to the shadows so that if souleh, the french-candian spy rumoured to be in the area really was out there, he wouldn't see him. Walt liked Jack and prossies, but he liked the element of surprise more...



As he approached the door to the hangar, he noticed that the door was unlocked, and left slightly ajar. Gripping his Mag-lite flashlight, he swings the door open, and directs the light into the dark hangar...
So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh
Just to prove I'm alive, and it's alright
'Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light of my treacherous life
Make light!

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Well, Walt wanted some drama so let's engineer some. I'm not sure how well this will work as I've just kinda made it up, but the aim is to write a DZ.com thriller B|

Continue the story with each post, and involve the poster above you as a new character.

Walt's to blame, so I'll start things off..


Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



Whew, for a minute there, I thought you were going to dress up in torn leather and a lot of makeup and crotch dance, like M. Jackson.
I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama
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Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



he was damned if anyone was going to break into the secret experiment codenamed: AN2. Slowly he set off for the main hangar, keeping to the shadows so that if souleh, the french-candian spy rumoured to be in the area really was out there, he wouldn't see him. Walt liked Jack and prossies, but he liked the element of surprise more...



As he approached the door to the hangar, he noticed that the door was unlocked, and left slightly ajar. Gripping his Mag-lite flashlight, he swings the door open, and directs the light into the dark hangar...



He saw for a brief moment, a small reflection and quickly turned the flashlight off. Was it the light reflecting off a gun barrel or one of the many empty Jack Daniels bottles scattered on the floor near the AN2? Then he heard the sound....

Walt

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Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



he was damned if anyone was going to break into the secret experiment codenamed: AN2. Slowly he set off for the main hangar, keeping to the shadows so that if souleh, the french-candian spy rumoured to be in the area really was out there, he wouldn't see him. Walt liked Jack and prossies, but he liked the element of surprise more...



As he approached the door to the hangar, he noticed that the door was unlocked, and left slightly ajar. Gripping his Mag-lite flashlight, he swings the door open, and directs the light into the dark hangar...



He saw for a brief moment, a small reflection and quickly turned the flashlight off. Was it the light reflecting off a gun barrel or one of the many empty Jack Daniels bottles scattered on the floor near the AN2? Then he heard the sound....

Walt


as his eyes started to focus better in the dark he was able to make out the shadows he saw. It was a silhouette of a beautiful woman dressed in a sexy nighty....as he approached the shadow he noticed it wasnt a woman but it was Keith ......
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Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



he was damned if anyone was going to break into the secret experiment codenamed: AN2. Slowly he set off for the main hangar, keeping to the shadows so that if souleh, the french-candian spy rumoured to be in the area really was out there, he wouldn't see him. Walt liked Jack and prossies, but he liked the element of surprise more...



As he approached the door to the hangar, he noticed that the door was unlocked, and left slightly ajar. Gripping his Mag-lite flashlight, he swings the door open, and directs the light into the dark hangar...



He saw for a brief moment, a small reflection and quickly turned the flashlight off. Was it the light reflecting off a gun barrel or one of the many empty Jack Daniels bottles scattered on the floor near the AN2? Then he heard the sound....

Walt


as his eyes started to focus better in the dark he was able to make out the shadows he saw. It was a silhouette of a beautiful woman dressed in a sexy nighty....as he approached the shadow he noticed it wasnt a woman but it was Keith ......



After a good look at the spectacle, he blows Keith away.... then reaches for the mental bleach....
"Mediocre people don't like high achievers, and high achievers don't like mediocre people." - SIX TIME National Champion coach Nick Saban

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.. which, to his horror, has run out. Thinking quickly and on his feet, he whips out his mobile phone and dials BillyVance's number.

"Vances Vaginal Cleansing Service, how many I help you?"

'Bill? What the hell?'

"Oh, sorry, thought it was a friday. What's the problem?"

Dumbstruck for a moment, he quickly gets his wits together and asks ....

'buttplugs? where?' - geno

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.. which, to his horror, has run out. Thinking quickly and on his feet, he whips out his mobile phone and dials BillyVance's number.

"Vances Vaginal Cleansing Service, how many I help you?"

'Bill? What the hell?'

"Oh, sorry, thought it was a friday. What's the problem?"

Dumbstruck for a moment, he quickly gets his wits together and asks ....



...Billy why the fuck he has been faking his deafness all these years.

"I just *knew* that fucker was BSing about that being deaf bullshit," he thought.

Walt

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I will never live down that "turd in the tub" thing, will I?



Hrm, lemme think about that. I'm thinking...NO!! :D I do have a rather interesting turdlike story, gimme a minute and i'll PM ya.

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Walt looked up with a start. After yet another late night with his harem of prositutes and bottle of Jack Daniels, he'd fallen asleep on the job. Again. There was definitely a noise - and not just the sound of his hangover thundering between his ears. Glancing around, he reached for his torch and set a cautious foot outside the guard booth..



he was damned if anyone was going to break into the secret experiment codenamed: AN2. Slowly he set off for the main hangar, keeping to the shadows so that if souleh, the french-candian spy rumoured to be in the area really was out there, he wouldn't see him. Walt liked Jack and prossies, but he liked the element of surprise more...


As he approached the door to the hangar, he noticed that the door was unlocked, and left slightly ajar. Gripping his Mag-lite flashlight, he swings the door open, and directs the light into the dark hangar...


He saw for a brief moment, a small reflection and quickly turned the flashlight off. Was it the light reflecting off a gun barrel or one of the many empty Jack Daniels bottles scattered on the floor near the AN2? Then he heard the sound....

Walt

as his eyes started to focus better in the dark he was able to make out the shadows he saw. It was a silhouette of a beautiful woman dressed in a sexy nighty....as he approached the shadow he noticed it wasnt a woman but it was Keith ......


After a good look at the spectacle, he blows Keith away.... then reaches for the mental bleach....


Boy did you ever blow me away :| I've heard you were the best at giving blow jobs and you proved it :| From now on when I need a blow job, you're first on my list :P
Keith

Don't Fuck with me Keith - J. Mandeville

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