11 May 2012
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved
Ashley enters from her steaming bathroom, towel wrapped over her head, naked and somewhat refreshed from her shower. On the way to the couch she stoops to pick up abandoned clothes from the floor and drops them onto a chair. Justin pays no attention as she joins him on the soft leather couch, the towel falling from her moistened hair. "Now what shall we do?" she whispers in his ear, letting her curls dance on his naked chest as the softness of her breasts glance across his belly. She lies across him and smiles into his view.
Justin, pressing the volume button on the remote, brings Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall into the scene, let's his other hand lie over her waist and gently fumbles her lower back in a deliberate caress, searching for a shuddering nerve response. He smiles back, drops the remote and stretches for a flute of pink champagne, cold and bubbling with intensity. Passing this to Ashley he asks her to lift her naked torso, so he can adjust himself and allow for his muscle toned physique to respond. He takes his own flute, taps it gently on hers and they drink the salty liquor, eyes embraced and searching the depths of each others thoughts. Lauren says "Just put your lips together and blow" as both glasses fall symultaneously to the floor, the passion of kissing and heavy breathing replaced with a cooler, limp and motionless, drug induced sleep.
There were dreams but the urgency of their predicament draws on. Gulls yelp, the Stock Exchange is not yet open and a dust cart has passed along, leaving a trail of empty bins in its wake. Too early for traffic, the sun rises, alarm clocks ring and radio channels start limbering up. As this day dawns, dry, brightly and abruptly, both Justin and Ashley are tied up, together hanging in darkness, all sound nulled by throbbing headaches. The bitter taste of deruzapine hydroviagulate awaken any thoughts of lust to the reality of pain, lingering fart odour and forced restraint. Beyond this untimely development lay the future, uncertain, yet eagerly sought to replace this damp, cold and tortuous moment.
As the darkness settled, Justin tilted his smouldering head back to barely make out the meat hook upon which they both hung. Ashley's head weighed on his shoulder, he could feel her warm tears cooling as they trickled down his back. Breasts and pelvic areas forced together, a brief taint of Badedas caused Justin to consider even now, the chances of a sexual embrace. Over the curve of her shoulder, beyond the roundness of her silken ivory bottom, there was only darkness, no sign of a floor. He spat, listened but could not hear it land. "I can get us out of this" he said, only half believing it. "I'm going to wrap my legs around you Ashley, pull myself up and jump..." Ashley let her head fall back, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed, she felt Justin grasp her, rubbing against him she groaned "Please hurry Justin, don't stop... Faster!"
Justin raised his tied wrists over the hook, releasing his tight grasp of her waist and slipped from her naked beauty. She called out "Justin!" as he left her hanging. Falling and falling... "Justin! Justin!" as he fell, his eyes opened before reaching ground, to see mum at the door, "Justin, get up you lazy toad, you'll be late for work!"
Justin (My Friend) And Ashley Judd (Famous Actress) • Opuss № I