first line Prompt #213 - First Line

[comicfan]

“You want me to do what?”

[joann414]

That's What Friends Are For

 

" You want me to do what?" KC screamed across the table at Cassie, spitting his wine onto the white lace tablecloth.

 

Jo Ann hid her smirk behind her wine glass as she sipped it and Mark's mirth showed plainly on his face.  Backing up from the table, Mark crossed his legs as if he was getting comfortable to watch a movie, and Jo Ann refilled her wine glass, moving her chair back enough to sit cross-legged in the seat holding her wine glass with one hand and making gestures to Mark with the other.  Mark took a swig of his beer waiting to see how Cassie would reel his boyfriend in without giving him a heart attack in the process.

 

" It is not a big deal KC and it may just take one time, so don't act like I am asking you to cut off your hand." Cassie calmly said in a soft convincing voice.

 

" Let me get this straight.  You want to have a baby and not only do you want me to be the father, but instead of donating the umm sperm, you want me to sleep with you.  Have you lost your mind?  Lipstick, boobs, and dresses don't turn me on." he ranted.

 

" Says the guy in metallic heels, leather skirt, and purple teddy." Jo Ann murmured.

 

Sending her a look that would kill  her dog if it were in the room, KC turned his attention to Jo Ann.  "You did not invite me over to celebrate my promotion, you invited me over so you two could corner me, but I am not doing it, no sir, nada, it is not going to happen.  Not in this lifetime.  Getting it up for a female is not an option.  Forget it.  I will not even consider trying this.  Damn plotting females."  He grabbed his wine and downed it in one gulp.

 

Jo Ann calmly refilled his wine glass and leaned back knowing Cassie was going in for the kill now  "That girl could talk a possum away from roadkill if she wanted.  Hell, she had seen her shoot the neighbor's dog and convince the neighbor that it was the dog's fault, resulting in the neighbor paying Cassie for doing it.  Yep, that girl had some bullshit in her."

 

KC glared at Mark and said angrily, " You knew about this didn't you, you perverted traitor."

 

Mark did not even bother to deny it.  He just flicked a crumb from the tablecloth and waited for Cassie to present her next pitch.

 

" I have a plan how we can make this work and I don't think you can even fault it KC.  I've been giving it a lot of thought and I will wear a silk teddy to bed with my feather boa and I think the feel of them will excite you so that we can do the dirty deed.  What do you think?" Cassie stared KC straight in the eye.

 

"What makes you think you, a female dressing in silk lingerie and feathers will excite me enough to want to go in there?"  he asked as he pointed down at Cassie crotch.

 

" Because KC, I have seen the times when the feel of silk and feathers against your body made you so hard that the skin on your face pulled so tight that you looked like you were in botox overload. And anyway, it does not have to last that long.  I have ways of making it happen."

 

KC stared at Cassie as if she had grown another boob, one more that he had no desire to touch.  " What part of no do you not understand?"

 

Mark spoke up for the first time since the conversation started.  " It will mean we get that houseboat that we have been wanting for the last year babe.  You can do it.  I know you can."

 

" You son of a bitch.  You whored me out for a friggin houseboat?  What if I can't get it up?  Then what? "

 

" KC, believe me, once you get in that bed with Cassie, you fill get it up somehow, someway, trust me on that." Jo Ann put her two cents in.

 

" So when am I supposed to manage this miracle feat?"  KC asked smugly.

 

" Tonight."  the other three said in unison.

 

KC walked to the refrigerator, grabbed two beers and said, " Then, let's get this over and done.  After tonight, I will never trust any of you three instigators again."

 

Two hours later Cassie and KC emerged from the bedroom to find Mark and Jo Ann watching porn on television. 

 

Jo Ann noticed that Cassie was grinning from ear to ear and KC looked like a man that had run a marathon.  " So, are you two going to keep us in suspense?"

 

" He did it!" Cassie gushed excitedly.

 

" See, I told you KC.  You had nothing to worry about.  A little bit of silk and feathers and she had you in the palm of her ummm hand."  Jo Ann sniggered.

 

Cassie giggled and said, " Well, that is not exactly what happened.  I had to improvise a little.  First of all, I had to agree to let him wear his heels in bed.  Then when that didn't seem to do all it needed to do, I thought about my strap on, how he could feel the hardness of it on his stomach while he was on me.  So, I strapped it on and that got him going.  Then he kept begging for something, and when I finally understood what he wanted, I reached and got his beer, drank the rest of it, buried the neck of it in his behind, and I got the ride of my life.  KC can say some kinky things when he is in lust.  I guess the only thing that bothered me a little is when he got ready to let go he screamed, " Markypoo,  I am fixing to fill you with my love juce babykins. So yeah, it worked out fine didn't it KC?'

 

Cassie, Jo Ann, and Mark all looked for KC, finding him drinking wine out of the bottle mumbling something about killing friends and getting away with it.  They all walked over to him, hugging and kissing on him, calling him a hero.  Mark even went as far as to call him daddy which earned him a smack upside the head from KC.

 

Six weeks later Cassie walked down the corridor of the hospital in search of KC.  She saw him talking to the two nurses standing at the nurses's station.  She excitedly ran up to him screaming, " We're pregnant."  The two young nurses looked stunned and furious.  One of them had chased KC for a year before he admitted he was gay.  " You lying S.O.B. she screamed at KC.  

 

KC looked at the screeching nurse and shook his head.  " No wonder he was gay."  Then he took out his cell phone to call Mark to tell him the news, as he grinned from ear to ear.

Edited February 23, 2013 by joann414

[Mann Ramblings]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! KC!!! I never knew that about you!!!

[CassieQ]

OMG Joann.  Just because I could, doesn't mean that I would    

[Aditus]

Or colleagues

"You want me to do what?"

 

But Ben was already tapping away on his phone and then held it out to me. I shook my head vigorously and hid my hands behind my back.

 

I could already hear him answering the phone. Panicking I mouthed 'no', my heart beating so fast I was sure I'd pass out any minute.

 

Ben pressed the phone against my ear.

 

"Ben? What's up man, why are you calling me? Ben? Ben!?"

 

And without thinking I opened my damned mouth. "This isn't Ben."

 

"Oh? Who is it and why are you on Ben's phone?" He gasped. "Shit! Did something happen to Ben?"

 

I shook my head, not that he could see me. I really didn't want to talk to him, but I couldn't let him think something happened to Ben, so I hurried to say, "No, Ben's okay."

 

"Thank God!" I heard some rustling then he asked, "Okay, so who are you? Why do you have Ben's phone?"

 

I pressed my lips shut but then Ben stepped on my left foot, hard. "Ompf..."

 

"Hey, everything okay? Do you need help?"

 

Ben was lifting his foot again and I knew I had to say something quick otherwise he would do it again. "Uh no, I'm f-fine."

 

"Oh, okay. What's your name again?"

 

I saw Ben's face, he looked as if he was going to do something very painful to me any minute, so I stammered, "I didn't tell you my name... yet." One menacing gaze from Ben later, "Uh, I'm Nick."

 

"Nick, huh? So, why did you call me?"

 

"I didn't. Ben did."

 

"Ahh, and where is Ben now?"

 

Without thinking I said, "Ben's holding the phone to my ear."

 

I heard him snicker. "Um oookay, and why would he do this?"

 

"Because he wanted me to call you."

 

Stunned silence, then, "Do I know you?"

 

"No."

 

"Aha. Why does Ben want you to talk to me then?"

 

"That I cannot say. Ow!" This time Ben had stepped on my other foot, then he pressed me against the wall behind us. I grunted.

 

"And why can't you tell me?" He sounded as if he thought this was funny. I didn't.

 

"I just can't." I hissed. "Fuck, Ben!"

 

"What? What happened now?"

 

"He emptied a bottle of ketchup on my head." The red sauce was running down my face. I struggled against Ben's hold; to no avail he was too big.

 

"Oh my God! Nick! Why would he do that to you? Go away from him, I don't know, hit him in the nuts, do something!"

 

"Told you, he wants me to talk to you. And I can't, he's too big, that and he would hit back."

 

"Okay, where are you?"

 

"Home."

 

"His or yours?"

 

"His."

 

"What's wrong with him? I'm coming over; he can't do this to you."

 

"He wants me to ask you out." Oh please God, no! I didn't say this aloud, did I?

 

"What?"

 

"Shit"

 

"Wooo-hooo! Yes! Yes! You did it! Yes! Finally! Wooo-hoo!"

 

Ben is such an idiot.

[K.C.]

Wow, Joann!   Just....hmmmm....wow! LOL

OMG Joann.  Just because I could, doesn't mean that I would  

 Sooo Cassie, what are we going to name the baby???

[Ieshwar]

Jo Ann, this was hilarious. Thanks for letting us know KC's dirty secrets.    

 

Aditus, really well done. It was very amusing and soo sweet.

 

This seems to be a really interesting prompt. And such interesting responses. 

 

Cheers

Ieshwar

[Slytherin]

OMG JOANN !!!!

[comicfan]

Aditus - I really enjoyed your story. It was cute and a lot of fun.

 

Jo Ann - Remind me not to piss you off dear. I can see I might end up with my hands full with the four of you. I don't know whether I should be grateful you leave me out of your stories or upset you haven't included me.

[CassieQ]

Wow, Joann!   Just....hmmmm....wow! LOL

 

 Sooo Cassie, what are we going to name the baby???

Oh, sorry I forgot to tell you.  Make it babies.  I'm having triplets    (Well done, sir)!

[joann414]

Could not resist guys. Thanx for being good sports  And Wayne, you can be in my stories anytime

[Mann Ramblings]

Nicely done, Aditus. There's a nice flow to the conversation in your writing. I would have placed a "like" on it but I've hit my quota for the day.

 

Hope to see more of your contributions

[Aditus]

Thank you guys. I don't know what happened, as soon as I read the required first line my fingers took off of their own.

I'm glad you liked it.

[comicfan]

Well the prompts are there to give you ideas and help you write. Glad it inspired you.

[Greg_A]

I've never responded to one of the prompts before but this one intrigued me.  It's a little longer than the average so I apologize.  But I hope you enjoy it:

***********

 

“You want me to do what?” I stammered in disbelief.  I had to have heard my captain wrong.  He couldn’t have actually said what I thought I heard.

 

“I want you to go undercover as a runaway turning to prostitution,” Captain Smith said looking both amused and pissed at the same time.  “Look Steve, I know it’s an unusual assignment, but we really need you for this.  You and Dave are the youngest in the department and frankly you look a hell of a lot younger than him.”  Captain Smith paused and took a breath.  “We have to get this perve off the streets before he attacks another boy and this is the best chance we have.”

 

Captain Smith did have me there.  I did look young.  Hell, I wasn’t really all that old to begin with.  I had just turned 21 a few months ago but even on a bad day I could still pass for sixteen.  My beach bum blond hair only added to illusion.  And to top it off, at 5’ 9” I still looked like I had some growing to do.  But hell!  A prostitute?  I could only imagine how that was going to play out.  Damn my sense of duty anyway!

 

“Uh,” I stammered, “yeah, ok.  I’ll do it.”  I started imagining what I was going to have to wear for this assignment.  I had seen some of the guys we had collared in the past.  I knew I was starting to blush.  “But I better not hear even so much as a snicker from anyone!”

 

“Don’t worry,” Captain Smith assured me trying to hide a little grin.  “Hell Steve, the guys giving you shit is just a way of them accepting you.”  The captain looked over at the door as Dave walked in.  “Dave is going to be your back up.  He doesn’t look as young as you, but he shouldn’t draw too much attention hanging out in the same area.  You should go change.  I want the two of you out there tonight.”

 

I was a little dazed as I followed Dave to the locker room.  I’ve always been a little self-conscious with how I look and I knew I was going to have dress anything but conservative.  But even my worst imaginings hadn’t pictured what was waiting for me.

 

“You can’t seriously expect to me wear this!” I exploded furiously glaring at Dave.  “I might as well be nude!”  Well, not exactly, but I sure felt exposed as all hell.  My undercover costume consisted of a pair of nearly worn out Converse and a pair of skin tight and seriously thread bare jeans with several rips further exposing me.  The crotch was so worn you could practically see thru it and there was a tear along the right inseam that if I didn’t watch it would get me arrested for indecent exposure.  No shirt, no socks, and no underwear.  I had more skin showing than most people exposed on the beach.  Hell, if I had seen someone dressed like me I would have given serious consideration to arresting them myself.

 

Dave was trying very hard not to grin as he faced my wrath.  “The important stuff is covered Steve,” Dave assured me.  “We got to try and entice this creep and besides, you’ve got the body to pull this off.”  Dave hesitated for a few seconds and then pulled out a bottle of baby oil.  “You want me to help you put this on?” he asked grinning openly now. 

 

“Fuck you!” was all I could stammer as I knocked the bottle out of his hand and started towards the door.  “I ain’t putting that shit on.”  Dave followed me making me angrier since I could hear him snickering the whole way.

 

As I threw open the locker room door, a wave of whistles and catcalls nearly blew me off my feet as literally every guy in the squad room did their best to embarrass the hell out of me.  The fact that I knew I would have been right there with them if someone else had been in my shoes did little to help me out.  This was going to be one very long night.

 

The captain was waiting at the squad room back entrance and I couldn’t help blushing even more as he looked me up and down.  “Damn!” he said grinning at me.  “If this doesn’t draw him out I can’t imagine what we are going to put you in next.”

 

The blood drained from my face as what the captain just said hit me.  This might not be a one time thing.  I might have to dress like this, do this walk of shame, take the shit from the guys over and over.   Dave noticed I was starting to get a little shaky and he threw his arm around my shoulders as we started to walk towards the park.  “Don’t sweat it Steve,” he said quietly.  “The guys’ll back off after today.  They’ve had their fun.”

 

I took a deep breath and nodded my thanks to him.  I knew he was right.  But facing the guys was only part of it.  I didn’t like feeling exposed like this.  Like I was on some perverted pedestal for the world to leer at.  And I sure as hell didn’t like not having my gun, but there was no way I could conceal it with what I was wearing.  Hell, if I had had any you could have counted the coins in my  pocket!

 

A few blocks away from the park Dave separated from me wishing me luck in passing.  We had decided I would try ‘working’ the same area as the first victim on the cliché theory that the creep would re-visit the site of the crime.  Of course the park wasn’t really all that big either so the choices were limited, but I couldn’t help snickering as I imagine the theme song to Murder She Wrote playing in the background somewhere.  I leaned up against the light pole and mentally shook my head.  This felt like a really bad after school special, but there wasn’t really much else I could do.  I sure wasn’t going to sit down on that park bench and risk getting a splinter in my ass!

 

After a couple of hours I was getting bored.  Even being out dressed like a street hustler had lost its edge.  I was bored, getting sleepy and wishing for even the crud they called coffee back at the squad.  Only a few guys had passed by as I waited, some giving me appreciative looks, but none approaching me.  None of them had given me any kind of vibe of a creep looking for his jollies.  I was starting to think tonight’s efforts had been wasted and I really wasn’t looking forward to having to repeat this whole experience.  I also couldn’t help wondering if the captain had been serious about trying to find me something even more exposing to wear. 

 

The crack to the back of my head took me completely by surprised and I felt myself falling forward to my face on the ground.  I had always thought that line about seeing stars was a crock of bull but I really did see little flashing lights as I felt myself being manhandled over onto my back.  I shook my head to try and clear it and that just sent bolts of pain thru my skull and made the lights flash even faster.

 

“Looks like another little fag has made it out to the streets,” a voice said seemingly from a thousand miles away.  Whoever the voice belonged to they had breath that reeked of a freshly opened cesspool and I could feel his hands groping my crotch.  Distantly I could hear the sound of my jeans tearing and I felt the night air hit the exposed flesh of my groin. 

 

I instantly came back to reality as I felt the bastard take a tight grip on my balls and gave them a firm squeeze.  “You do exactly what I say or I’ll turn your balls into jelly fag.”  He gave my boys another stomach churning squeeze to emphasize his point. 

 

“I may be a fag, but it’s you who has their hands on my junk!” I said without thinking earning myself a heavy handed slap across the face that I knew was going to leave me a shiner.  But that was the least of my concerns as the bastard snarled and squeezed my balls even tighter making me shriek in pain.  It felt like the bastard intended to rip them right off me.

 

“Hey fuckhead!” I heard shouted thru my agony and through my squinted, tear filled eyes I saw Dave slam a board against my torturer’s head.  My assailant lurched right over the top of me losing his hold and the release of pain was so intense I nearly passed out.  I instantly curled into a ball, clutching my stomach trying to keep from vomiting.

 

Dave was at my side almost instantly, rubbing my back and giving me little shoulder squeezes.  “It’s over Steve,” he kept saying over and over.  “We got him.”

 

A few minutes later several squad cars arrived and Dave helped me up and into the back of one of them.  I was in so much pain I didn’t even care that my boys were basically just hanging out there for the world to see.  All I wanted was to get home and curl up in ball for the next hundred years or so.  Dave stayed next to me the entire time and I couldn’t understand why every time he looked at me he looked like he was about to cry. 

 

The captain arrived shortly thereafter and spoke briefly with Dave before poking his head into the car to talk to me.  “Are you doing ok Steve?  Do you need to go to the hospital?”

 

“No,” I protested, just wanting to go home.  “I’ve got a hell of a headache but I’ll be ok.”  I didn’t mention that my balls felt like they had been shredded or that I wanted to puke.  I’m pretty sure the captain knew that anyway.

 

“All right,” the captain said reluctantly.  “But Dave is taking you home and he is going to stay with you for a couple of hours.”  He squeezed my shoulder as I started to protest.  “Just shut up Steve, and follow orders.”  Oddly enough he sounded gentle.

 

A few minutes later we were at my apartment and Dave was helping me in.  He kept fussing with me as he helped me onto my couch that I was about ready to slug him.  Glaring at him, I shoved at him when he went to brush my hair out of my eyes.  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded through clenched teeth.

 

“I’m sorry,” Dave stammered backing away reluctantly.  “I’m…I..uh, I’m sorry,” he finally finished lamely looking at me again with his eyes filling up with tears.

 

I took a deep breath trying to get a grip on my temper.  “What gives Dave?  You look like you’re about to cry.”  I took a long look at him then, really looking into his eyes.  I could tell he wanted to break that stare, look at anything but me, but something kept his gaze locked on my eyes.

 

Dave finally shuddered and looked down at his feet.  “I, uh, I….. I thought he….”  Dave looked back up at me and I was shocked to see he actually was crying now.  “I thought he was going to kill you Steve!” he wailed at me.  “All I could think was he was going to kill you before I could stop him!  I thought I was going to lose you!  And I wasn’t going to have a chance to tell you… tell you how I felt!”

 

It finally dawned on me.  I didn’t know how I could have been so stupid as to not have seen it.  Dave wasn’t upset about his partner getting beat up in front of him.  No, he was upset cause the guy he had a crush on was getting the shit beat out of him.  My gaydar must have been on the fritz!  Oh hell.  I’d never had gaydar to begin with.

 

I pulled Dave down to sit next to me and pushed his head onto my shoulder.  “Shhhh,” I said trying to calm him.  That’s got to be about the stupidest way to try and calm someone but it was all I could think of.  “He didn’t get me.  I’m alright.  You protected me.”  I kept murmuring that over and over like a mantra and slowly Dave calmed down. 

 

After a couple of minutes he pulled away, keeping his eyes on his feet shyly.  “Uhm,” he stammered, blushing to the roots of his hair.  “You weren’t supposed to find out this way.  I told the captain it was a mistake to make me your back up.”

 

I grinned at him wryly.  “So captain knows too huh?” I said earning another blush from him.  “He wasn’t trying to play match maker sending you home with me to watch over me was he?”

 

Dave looked up at me, smiling a little.  “Probably,” he muttered.  “He figured out I had a thing for you about the first day you started.”

 

I grinned as I stood up and offered Dave my hand to help pull him up.  “Well, he did you give you orders to watch me for a couple of hours and right now I’m going to go take a shower.  It’ll be a little crowded but I think you’ll fit in there with me.”

 

Dave started laughing as he followed me down the hall.  As we got to the bathroom he reached around and fingered the huge tear in the crotch of my jeans.  “You know, at first I thought it was a shame that creep ripped your jeans since you looked so good in them.  But I’m thinking I’m liking the new modifications even better!”

 

Maybe these jeans weren’t so bad after all…

Edited February 26, 2013 by Greg_A

[comicfan]

I never worry about length when it comes to a prompt. I have seen them turned into poetry and into full length multi-chaptered stories. It is all up to how the author sees the prompt and runs with it. I really enjoyed this Greg. You really had an interesting twist to it and I hope you find other prompts that inspire you as well.

[Ieshwar]

It's a very interesting take on the prompt. A bit of humour, mystery and romance. Nice!

 

Cheers

Ieshwar

[layla]

I decided to try this in poem form, i hope that's okay.

 

 

For you I danced in summer rain

Naked beneath the streetlights twirling

On tiptoes in leaves and grass

Worshipping the moon

And you

Always you.

 

You said jump and I jumped

Arms outstretched

Grasping at stars and air

Laughing and screaming

Trusting in you to catch me

But you never did.

 

For you I bowed when you said bow

And crawled across the floor

Your fingers on the strings

And my pulse racing

‘cause you were the light

And I was just a room

Empty and dark

 

You said follow and I followed

Dragging tired limbs through broken glass

My dreams abandoned

Yours embraced

Even when you left me shattered

A broken marionette upon the floor

 

You said love and I loved

Though I didn’t believe the word meant

What you thought it meant

And when you said break I broke

All while thinking…

“You want me to what?”

[joann414]

 Loved this Layla!

[Greg_A]

Thanks to all who read my submission!  I had fun with it.   

[Ieshwar]

Your poem is simply amazing, Layla. It feels so raw, especially the pain... Well-done!

 

Cheers

Ieshwar

[Fishwings]

I decided to try this in poem form, i hope that's okay.

 

 

For you I danced in summer rain

Naked beneath the streetlights twirling

On tiptoes in leaves and grass

Worshipping the moon

And you

Always you.

 

You said jump and I jumped

Arms outstretched

Grasping at stars and air

Laughing and screaming

Trusting in you to catch me

But you never did.

 

For you I bowed when you said bow

And crawled across the floor

Your fingers on the strings

And my pulse racing

‘cause you were the light

And I was just a room

Empty and dark

 

You said follow and I followed

Dragging tired limbs through broken glass

My dreams abandoned

Yours embraced

Even when you left me shattered

A broken marionette upon the floor

 

You said love and I loved

Though I didn’t believe the word meant

What you thought it meant

And when you said break I broke

All while thinking…

“You want me to what?”

 

Love how you incorporated that into the ending

[Lisa]

JoAnn - you are freaking hysterical! This was so funny I was falling out of my chair! You have got to write more often!

[Lisa]

I guess I should have saved up all my comments for one reply.

 

I got so engrossed in reading all of these terrific prompts. I never paid any attention to this prompt section before.

 

Aditus - your short story was terrific! Ben sure knew what he was doing to get Nick to do what he wanted. lol

 

Greg - it was so good to read something from you again. I loved the story; it had me at the edge of my seat.

 

Layla - oh my freaking God - what a fantastic poem! It gave me chills. Emily Dickinson who? Jesus, you should submit that. Seriously. Better than your fave, Frost. Imo.

 

Everyone wrote such terrific stuff. I really should check this out more often.

 

Markypoo, too funny!

[Renee Stevens]

Used for Chapter 5 of Line of Sight