05-26-2008, 09:41 AM
The attractive female clerk typed away her exasperation. Her ass had been planted in the same seat for longer than she could remember, and quite frankly, it was becoming sore. She was beginning to wonder if such a long tenure would give her ulcers. Her fingers had been pecking away at that damn keyboard, simply filling in different information into the same framework. If it wasn’t for that healthy check that came biweekly, she probably would have driven herself insane by now.
“Name?” she asked as she prepared her fingers for another tedious session of typing.
“Only if you’d be so kind to tell me yours first,” the man replied with a flirtatious undertone in his voice.
She looked at the man, saying: “Look just gimme your na—“
She was caught in a daze. He was gorgeous. Fine blue hair and confident blue eyes accompanied a narrow face with skin that appeared softer than a rump. He had a slender body that was sculpted by the Gods.
“Am I going to get that name anytime soon, honey?” he asked, chuckling. “The name’s Aero, by the way. Aero Cowabunga.”
Though she was obviously captivated by his looks, the same thing couldn’t be repeated by him about her. He couldn’t deny her beauty, but Aero wasn’t fond of blonds. He full-heartedly believed the notion that all blonds were stupid. He was simply toying with her emotions. Not because he was a bad individual, but because he could; and you could never use enough practice when it came to picking up females.
She opened her mouth, but nothing was said. She was thinking about telling him her name, but she came to the realization that she had a job to do. She had to take this man’s information and type it into a pre-made application. More important than that, she had to enter him into a game of survival, so instead of telling him her name, she regained her composure and typed ‘Aero Cowabunga’ into the computer.
“I’ll also need to know your age, race, an—“
“Woah, woah, woah,” Aero interrupted with widened eyes. “Need my social security number too?”
“No, just your age, race, weight, and height.”
“I was being sarcastic. Be honest though, do you really need all of this info or are you just trying to find a way to learn more about me? Don’t be shy. I won’t bite. Well, unless you like those types of things.” He smiled.
She hinted to a shy smile as she glanced back up at him. “It’s actually on the application, believe it or not, Mr. Cowabunga,” she replied, barely capable of holding back a blush and a giggle.
“Oh. Well, in that case, I’m a premium twenty-five. My race? Well, considering that we’re on Earth, I’m a human.” He paused pondering to himself. “Last time I got my physical, I was about five-eleven, one hundred n’ seventy pounds.” She typed in the information almost as fast as he told her. “That all toots?”
The annoying tapping sound of the keyboard ceased. She took one of her wonderfully manicured hands and slipped it into the desk’s drawer, pulling out a slim camcorder. “I need to see what you can do.”
Aero sinfully grinned. “I can do a lot of things, babe,” he said, wiggling his tongue at her.
Unable to contain her blushing and giggling this time, she responded, “I mean your fighting ability.”
“Oh, of course.”
He brought his fists up near his chin and began to prance around like a boxer. He swiftly punched the air; his strikes whisked liked a twig swung into a spring breeze. She recorded every moment as he began to even reveal a few combinations, varying his attack from jabs to hooks to uppercuts.
“Had enough yet?” he asked as he continued his assault.
She placed the camcorder back into the drawer that she retrieved it from. “Yes, that should do it Mr. Cowabunga.”
“Please, no need to be so formal. Just call me Aero. I’d like to think that we aren’t strangers anymore, even though I still don’t know your name.” It was his last ditch effort to try and secure the clerk chick.
All she did was show a subtle smile and say: “Now just go to the teletubes and you’re off.”
“Woah. I don’t like teletubbies,” he retorted.
She giggled at his remark. “No, silly, teletube. It’s a transportation device.”
Aero let out a sigh of relief. “For a minute there I thought you were trying to set me up with that purple homosexual thing with the triangle headpiece.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, where’s this transportation-majigg’r then?” She simply pointed over to a wall with a column of identical pods. “All right,” he remarked as he began to walk to the teletubes. “I don’t get a bye?” He waited a moment for her reply, but she was too busy typing on that damn computer. Ah fuck it.
“Name?” she asked as she prepared her fingers for another tedious session of typing.
“Only if you’d be so kind to tell me yours first,” the man replied with a flirtatious undertone in his voice.
She looked at the man, saying: “Look just gimme your na—“
She was caught in a daze. He was gorgeous. Fine blue hair and confident blue eyes accompanied a narrow face with skin that appeared softer than a rump. He had a slender body that was sculpted by the Gods.
“Am I going to get that name anytime soon, honey?” he asked, chuckling. “The name’s Aero, by the way. Aero Cowabunga.”
Though she was obviously captivated by his looks, the same thing couldn’t be repeated by him about her. He couldn’t deny her beauty, but Aero wasn’t fond of blonds. He full-heartedly believed the notion that all blonds were stupid. He was simply toying with her emotions. Not because he was a bad individual, but because he could; and you could never use enough practice when it came to picking up females.
She opened her mouth, but nothing was said. She was thinking about telling him her name, but she came to the realization that she had a job to do. She had to take this man’s information and type it into a pre-made application. More important than that, she had to enter him into a game of survival, so instead of telling him her name, she regained her composure and typed ‘Aero Cowabunga’ into the computer.
“I’ll also need to know your age, race, an—“
“Woah, woah, woah,” Aero interrupted with widened eyes. “Need my social security number too?”
“No, just your age, race, weight, and height.”
“I was being sarcastic. Be honest though, do you really need all of this info or are you just trying to find a way to learn more about me? Don’t be shy. I won’t bite. Well, unless you like those types of things.” He smiled.
She hinted to a shy smile as she glanced back up at him. “It’s actually on the application, believe it or not, Mr. Cowabunga,” she replied, barely capable of holding back a blush and a giggle.
“Oh. Well, in that case, I’m a premium twenty-five. My race? Well, considering that we’re on Earth, I’m a human.” He paused pondering to himself. “Last time I got my physical, I was about five-eleven, one hundred n’ seventy pounds.” She typed in the information almost as fast as he told her. “That all toots?”
The annoying tapping sound of the keyboard ceased. She took one of her wonderfully manicured hands and slipped it into the desk’s drawer, pulling out a slim camcorder. “I need to see what you can do.”
Aero sinfully grinned. “I can do a lot of things, babe,” he said, wiggling his tongue at her.
Unable to contain her blushing and giggling this time, she responded, “I mean your fighting ability.”
“Oh, of course.”
He brought his fists up near his chin and began to prance around like a boxer. He swiftly punched the air; his strikes whisked liked a twig swung into a spring breeze. She recorded every moment as he began to even reveal a few combinations, varying his attack from jabs to hooks to uppercuts.
“Had enough yet?” he asked as he continued his assault.
She placed the camcorder back into the drawer that she retrieved it from. “Yes, that should do it Mr. Cowabunga.”
“Please, no need to be so formal. Just call me Aero. I’d like to think that we aren’t strangers anymore, even though I still don’t know your name.” It was his last ditch effort to try and secure the clerk chick.
All she did was show a subtle smile and say: “Now just go to the teletubes and you’re off.”
“Woah. I don’t like teletubbies,” he retorted.
She giggled at his remark. “No, silly, teletube. It’s a transportation device.”
Aero let out a sigh of relief. “For a minute there I thought you were trying to set me up with that purple homosexual thing with the triangle headpiece.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, where’s this transportation-majigg’r then?” She simply pointed over to a wall with a column of identical pods. “All right,” he remarked as he began to walk to the teletubes. “I don’t get a bye?” He waited a moment for her reply, but she was too busy typing on that damn computer. Ah fuck it.
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Placed 3rd in Dante's Abyss 08