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his last few appearances weren´t too laughing for the audience ... people were rather sorry about him, so at least they did a little bit of noise so it was not that embarrassing for him ... but it was. the director knew, the staff knew, the audience knew, and he knew it as well. an old, unnecessary clown for which there was only one solution… to die as soon as possible. best right now! that's how archie felt exactly when he wrote to matt that he was totally fucked and that he was carrying a white rope in his car ... these two guys never had anyhing other in common, they just get togehter only occasionally on various embarrassing banners for gossip and "significant" people and they have a cigarette on the lanai and they wisely talked about how everything is in fuck .... however, matt had it on the hook (he was quite successful in the past - he sold a lot of stock on the stock exchange and this packet climbed to the mountain like a comet), but he did not do it anymore ... but he just took it as such he had drunk polite madness and did not pay deeper attention. moreover, in a moment, their "artificial" splendors came and everything was fucked. archie´s wife still looked pretty much in the world (not to be the one when matt left last week a new goats for 10,000 bucks, and she had invested hundreds of thousands to this plastic lady ...). matt´s wife, had old-fashioned breasts, long-lived with her lips, and looks like she's been living for her ... but she still loves matt and she can blow great ... anytime archie wants ...

once upon a time the archie was seriously football killer. so much so that he managed to get behind the hills with the help of the regime, where he earned a lot of decent money for a few years at that time, and he also met a lot of interesting people (except me and matt). so archie was not a complete bucket, not even a big box. but he was frivolous and reliant on him. that's exactly those properties that are considered to be a weakness in the business world ... archie spent a few years with great pomp abroad and spent the last year like a star in prague. there, too, he met her ... he got into bed after a successful match and did it to him like none other than before. she also prepared eggs in the morning with nutmeg, fresh ground pepper, a little sweet pepper, and white bread. all tasted absolutely fantastic, and eventually it ended up with a great strong coffee and after all, they were beautifully fucked. she let him blow into her, which he absolutely had to avoid, regardless of the consequences ... he hated the superficial impersonal self-denial and eventually heavily embarrassed when he came to it (aaa, aaa, spanking) ... and then the bullshits when the semen flow down the bed… little archie was born nine months later, but that´s anohter story... archie was able to enjoy popularity and enjoyed not only a crowd of fans and fans (when he was in caliber, he did not distinguish girls and boys). he has been drinking enough from the youth just to such an extent that he did not affect his performance in any way. now he did not care. on the contrary ... bussines collapsed like a house of cards, a small archie is no longer a young man and rather moved to his ass and his wife has been cheating him for years with a gardener (it sounds like a scene from bad movie), well, and also with me ... archie no more did not hold above the water. not even the fact that somebody knows him on the street ...

it was about a week after the archie matt confided with the rope. matt for the same bussines (and he really did not want too much) called for a deaf number ...

he learned a few days from the newspaper ... a solid tabloid printed a photo where he saw the archie's blurred head hung on a white rope… celebration - devendra banhart

 

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reunion island

 

mrs. direcstress has today a long black dress and black tights under them, what were hardly to see. she seriously slashed. i had not ever a big illusions about what she thinks of me. i would not claim that i have for her a total fool, but she was the prototype of a typical young dedicated workaholic, which is fixed in her heels regarding the working of things, but never did not show any signs of personal life and man in it thus ever seen. that´s why i didn‘ t pursue those penetrating views any meaning ...

it was the end of january and i was about to give notice at work. i'm there pretty pissed off over and over there suggested solutions unreal fucking game and i had a direct tactile feel that life inevitably meanwhile went off into the crapper. although, i had there a few fine adventures, but none of them was so strong that it made me something (dignified) deeper than a few glasses of wines in the spanish wine shop near the main railway station, wild kissing in the undergroud (because we can not wait until we jump on it but firstly take a shower) impious whole night fucking in a strange bed, common waking up in the morning and sober glances full of questions, which i really did not intend to respond ...

after she took me up in her office, she ordered two coffees at her secretary (awkvard old lady with yellow glasses), closed the door, crossed her legs and smiled at me. i did not know how to behave and what to talk about, so i smiled too and waited. mrs. directress said that we do not go around the bush, that i will in no way hinder, but that she would quite like to try to convince me, if i do not want to think about, because she makes me feel like a loyal and capable employee blah blah blah (i was at beginning to suspect something). only if it suited me later, which i did not mind. i had nothing planned tonight, as usual. i just drove home in a subway crews and glancing bystanders watching people endlessly listening to the same songs on my mobile phone, even though i had always had something new, really good in like junior boys - over it came home to the four empty walls, went for jogging, wank my dick, i dined and opened another bottle of wine and before bedtime planned what will never happen ... we had a meeting at seven in the evening in a „better“ restaurant on the 27th floor in a shopping center near my rent apartment. certainity that we meet there some friend equal to zero. waitress were friendly and just a little pushy. glass of wine for 10 bucks, but i could have it "for now" afford. in addition, i wasn´t anywhere for a long time and i assumed that mrs. directress was not drink too much. dinner was pretty good, we agreed. mrs. directress offered a salad with veal and i went to a welldone beef steak with celery puree. one could expect that in addition to the initial three sentences we talked about work at all. she spoked about her children and a husband who's loved her, he spends all day at work, in the evening he played with kids and then lights his pipe in his home office, where he eventually falls asleep. he actually moved there for good... i undestood him, apparently he was a good guy. i pulled out the bill and let the waiter solid tip taxi ... we went straight to my apartment. we sat at the back and interlace among the streets of downtown. the taxi driver was a right guy at all, no questions he asked. he knew who we were ... such couples apparently drove a lot ... we making out in the back seat as soon as the door closed and the radio played just loud enough. i gave myself a chew before. at home i had two bottles of malbec mendoza 2008 by kaiken, what a coincidence…

under those tights were black lacy panties and nicely fragrant, juicy and long insatiable cunt. we did not get much sleep. in the morning we woke up and my mrs. directress signed my statement .... we did not say anything ... i prepared black tea, as i'm used to from home ... i just risked it ...

 

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orphans of doom

 

amy slept badly at night. in the morning, she prepard herself a toast with butter and ham on who's, although she had no appetite, but she said that she simply has to eat something than what she will probably waiting in her stomach... during the breakfast watched totally dumm morning program where two presenters (dozen blond girl who wants to look like a little beauty and fett-face guy with a beard who's disguised as a handsome). both are trying to pretend that they are totally on top of things in all dimensions, considered intelligent questions and make jokes. everybody who has in mind a piece of the brain is clear, however, that they're total idiots who have all rehearsed in advance, and each issue beyond their prepared responses is totally derailed. fucking dicks ... amy held it out about two minutes and than she´d better go to do very strong coffee with brown sugar and milk, as she likes and went for a cigarette and then another one. outside, it smelled a nice spring, and birds (like almou in all of these stories) chirping like mad. amy had quite a lot of time. a meeting was arranged on 10:30, and it's a short walk. she'll walk. when she weas sipping coffee she remembered that young sympathic, shy student that he work in the wine shop at greta´s sideways. yesterday he finally dared to ask her out on a date (if he did not, amy would invite him alone). his name is huge and came from the north. originally, he meant more to the south, perhaps to the states (NY lured him), but he thought that firstly he´ll finish school, earn some money and than he´ll go. he studied classical literature and moonlighted as a assistant sommelier in a wine shop near the center. although much dust there did not earn, but he enjoyed his job very, very much. it probably does not belong here completely, but incidentally he has incredibly big dick, which foundered on his relationship with brenda and also all the previous ones .... he started to understand wine quite enough (even have envisioned that he opened a wine shop, but he honestly knew that nothing will come of it), and also used to go there quite nice people, which he can talk with them about all sorts. one of the regular visitors were also tiny brunette, beautiful as a summer sunday morning. her eyes were almost always rather sad, but sometimes glittered in them a hint of interest or joy, or how would it can be called, especially when huge talked about wines from south america ( he was well performed). she smelled of a mixture of spices and perfumes of cigarette smoke. Fundamentals, she wore black clothes and hated heels. she went irregularly, but always showed at least two to three times a week. hugh waited for her every single day. recently, he wasn´t looking forward to anything else. he even used to take work on weekends, in the case she showed. yes, he loved her, loved her amazingly ... hugh was not directly shy, but nor particularly punchy. amy helped him, cause she was his customer, and simply he had to talk to her. when they met for the first time hugh offered her malbec 2014 mendoza by la azul, and since then she did not go for anything else. amy liked wine pretty much (and even more sex), a combination of both accounted for amy the very absolute peak. she didn´t has anyone for a long time now and she quite liked hugh. he is nice, decent and ordinary. not like pete ...

they both agreed at 5 o´clock in the evening. they will go to a cheap italian restaurant and then stroll down the riverfront. they did not deal about that, but they really would like to fuck, both. and then they wake up other morning next to each other ...

they enjoyed both, just amy had some qualms about it this morning.

when she finished her hundred and fifty cigarettes, she went to take a shower and for a long time she shaved her pussy. she put on it a serious matter. he did not get there any embarrassing comma or something. she shaved her ensemble including the anus, which is not easy, but it was pretty mellow at that time. in addition, the producer wanted it this way. she took long cotton stockings and light blue g-strings. basically she didnt´t wore a bra. on the stals, before her house she met ms. schweiz, old lady who always wanted to talk about how she was young and beautiful. amy waggled her everything and gave her a smile. her journey was quite fast. when she came up at the place (it was an expensive hotel with moderate black tiles on the crapper, old doorman and elevator music which is flown in a strongly instrumental version (guitar + drum) major lazer - get free, it was a five minutes to half.

producer and cameraman in one person opened the door exactly 10:30 in room number 217. he was a nice guy with navel, in a expensive suit, obviously crazy, but not dangerous. he played playacting that the entire casting makes for one illustrious company of "industry," but it just did everything purely for his needs. he made with her a brief interview in english (typical questions like – are you masturbating, do you like anal intercouse and similar shit ...) and then he wanted to undress, go on her knees and suck his dick. that was enough for him. he was rather looking like bird ... his disk smelled a little bit of odor, but it was not so bad, she had worse ... she took it quite as routine and probably she quite liked it either. he reminded her his dad ... sucked him completely dry until he writhed on the couch ... then together put a cigarette on the balcony (amy remained naked and japs from the next room staring at a pretty wide-eyed) and producer / cameraman told her that the actor will come soon ... for the moment somebody knocked at the door and appeared hugh ... evening rendezvous was not held ... well, what? both of them needed money ... hugh went to work and amy already dindn´t showed there… it´s a pitty… she liked his dick…

 

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