Before I launch into this improv writing, let it be known that Bob & Centaur are two of my favorite tricks on the board and Ms V is definitely one of my favorite prostitutes (notice sweetie that I didn't refer to you as a Hoogar, so I hope that meets with your approval and is noticed!)
Our play opens in Centaurs living room, the smell of fine Cuban Cigars, Hennessey & Rich Corinthian Leather permeate the air...Centaur greets each guest as they arrive...
As previously agreed, everyone disrobes and tosses their clothing in a basket at the entryway...{{{Where EFN is seen still hiding one week after her massive meltdown on eccie}}}
Centaur, debonair as always, pours each a glass of fine Cognac...(you ever HAD Congnac)? Tastes like fucking jet fuel in a glass...burn the hair off your ass and that's just from sniffing it...
The all three move to the living room, and take their places in separate fine leather chairs...
Centaur, Ms V & Bob all chime in at once as per predicated by the persistent charter of the league of Sesquipidalians "Let the verbal debauchery begin"!
But first!!! LET THERE BE FOREPLAY!!
And Fiveplay!!!
And...of course....snacks were served before the action.
And now...our play.
Ms V:
Bob, I heard you overcame Ablutophobia recently?
Centaur:
I think I'm getting a stiffy...
Bob:
Affirmative Ms V, 'Twas a lingering malady that prefaced my futher issues with Arachibutyrophobia.
Centaur:
Oh My Imagined Diety...I am supremely wooded now...
Ms V:
I too am aware of an increasing moistness in my 'nethers...
Centaur:
Ms V, I have it on good authority that you are an accomplished Batrachophagous?
Bob:
Oh goodness...my penile tissue is expanding prodigiously beyond the boundaries of physics.
Ms V
Yes, Centaur that is true! I find the practice coincides with my love for all things amphibian in nature! {{{moves her fingers betwixt her thighs}}} Your
Blandiloquence is most appreciated kind sir!
Bob:
I wonder if you knew that TS-SL suffers from acute & terminal Cacodemomania?
{{{Centaur & MS V begin syncopated REM (Rapid Erotic Movements) with their hands...}}}
Ms V:
And that Eryn has feared from a young age
Defecaloesiophobia...
{{{Massive pud pumping starts in the boys chairs, while Ms V continues the sexual advances...}}}
Ms V:
Gynotikolobomassophile!!
Flibbertigibbet!!
Ithyphallophobia!!
Centaur:
MY IMPENDING EXPOSION IS NO LONGER INCIRCUMSCRIPTIBLE!!
Bob:
NOR IS MINE! MY TESTICLES ARE BECOMING JACULIFEROUS!
Centaur:
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Bob:
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Ms V
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Ms V:
Gentlemen, that will be $37.50 each please...
{{{FROM THE BASKET COMES THE VOICE "You know in a legal world you wouldn't have to hide in Centaurs living room & would be able to practice your sexual wants in a free & open society not restricted by the puritanical views of a bunch of lawyers, johns & disapproving wives who probably have better drugs than me for calming their nervous systems when they feel the need to piss in the wind and vent all the...curtain lowers as EFNs voice fades into the blackness}}}
