The Critic might not remember, but Spoony had a good time that night. He wanted to have a good time again, and he was not averse to blackmail in the name of getting what he wanted.
The ballerina pictures were on the table behind them, strewn out amongst the wreckage. Spoony leaned in and grabbed hold of the Critic’s tie, hand sliding down it. He whispered against Critic’s ear and the man shivered. “The pictures can be online tomorrow.”
He almost missed the slight nod the Critic gave him, but the sudden hand down his trousers was obvious enough, really.
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Damn you woman
Date: 2010-02-21 08:27 pm (UTC)The ballerina pictures were on the table behind them, strewn out amongst the wreckage. Spoony leaned in and grabbed hold of the Critic’s tie, hand sliding down it. He whispered against Critic’s ear and the man shivered. “The pictures can be online tomorrow.”
He almost missed the slight nod the Critic gave him, but the sudden hand down his trousers was obvious enough, really.