Our tale begins as every tale begins. With sex. Or the persuit thereof.
Vikram walked into a pub, his entourage following closely behind. His loud, eccentric style and casual eye contact with the right people raised a lot of spirits.
The whole room seemed to pulsate with his presence.
They had been waiting for some enterainment for some time now.
As Vikram placed his hand on each of his friend's shoulders and whispered tonights plan of action, his eyes roved the pub, stopping briefly on the talent.
In the far right corner, there sat a table of five 18 year olds. Seemed like a birthday, and they were suitably lubed up for his charms. He smirked and turned his attention back to his group.
The night was as young as those girls, Vikram thought. His eyes sparked.
"Time to party, boys!"
Mirri walked into the building, an intense glare fixed upon her face.
The senior members of the room, sensing that she had arrived to work, made their excuses and left. She was the best damn PA they had ever seen.
Mirri took her seat and allowed herself the satisfaction of watching the men who knew better move away, and those who didn't move forward. She was the best damn PA they'd ever see.
As Mirri set to work, her superiors gazed down from windows high above. Cigars propped loosely in their lips, dark navy suits; they were every inch men of power. And she was the best damn PA they had ever seen.
Vikram's voice rose above the din of the pub.
His target tonight was a young, blonde thing. He could not quite recall her name but that didn't matter.
She had come down with her friends to celebrate the 18th birthday of her friend, Nicola. Vikram had given Nicola a once over and had decided her to be too much of an introvert for him.
He looked his women loud and obnoxious. After all, they could talk themselves into bed with him faster than he ever could.
"So," she giggled, her eyes firmly on Vikram "When do we-"
He cut her off by leaning in close, breaking all the social barriers left with a single kiss.
"Now." he growled, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet "We do it right now"
Mirri slumped into her computer chair.
The computer illumiated her face, showing every age-worn imperfection. She sighed deeply and lit a cigarette.
As she smoked, she looked up to the screen. The same familiar website as always. Flickering upon the monitor, inviting her to post her darkest desires. Her deep seeded hatreds.
She pulled herself away before he came to her mind again, the painful memories blotted out by her iron will.
Vikram. Vikram. Vikram.
Rebecca flattened down her miniskirt
and walked out of the alley, staggering, lucid from the vodkas Vikram had bought for her. She had lost her virginity tonight. And it hurt. It hurt bad.
As she hurried down the street, her head felt light. Faint memories of silent, aggressive sex came into her mind but she couldn't quite grasp onto them. She felt torn apart, ripped down below.
As she re-entered the pub, she noticed her friends had already left. A look at her phone told her they had abandoned her as quickly as Vikram had.
His cum dried within her, crackling as she staggered down the street.
--
Vikram walked down the street, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His shirt was still undone but he didn't mind. He was nearly 29 but he still looked good.
The little splashes of blood at the tails of his shirt worried him slightly. It was late but the police were still in full patrol.
Shrugging, he handed his shirt to the nearest homeless person he found and continued down the street, whistling the Thomas the Tank Engine theme.
He had done well tonight.
Mirri sobbed into her hands
as she clasped them against her face. Her eyes squinted from between the cracks in her fingers.
It was true, after all. Vikram had returned to haunt her after all this time. After he had confided in her, spilled his heart to her, and her to him.
He had bumped the thread she knew could damage her more deeply than anything else.
She frantically tapped at the keyboard, the monitor gleam upon her face casting a devillish image. She looked possessed as she typed out her retort. An open letter, if you will.
As she hit post, a small smile came to her lips.
War was so sweet.
To Be Continued
More later
Klaire stood into the indie club.
Klaxons blared and well-dressed shapes shifted in the lights. She had been called to the club by Vikram by text a half hour ago. She hoped her make-up was okay.
Siding along the fancy leather seating areas, her eyes scanning, she saw what she was looking for - a shock of hair and wide set shoulders sitting before an attractive blonde. 19, maybe. Vikram was already on the prowl.
The blonde did not look interested in Vikram, or at least Klare didn't think so. This was new. Sitting in the stall next to Vikram, Klaire listened closely.
--
"Listen, I bought you at least five vodkas tonight," Vikram said, his voice rising slightly "Why don't you relax and stop being so fucking frigid?"
Amy turned her eyes to Vikram and looked him over. He looked haggard, beaten down. His bulk filled a loose fitting polo shirt easily, showing off rolls of flab he desperately wanted to hide. His face, a constantly twitching, distracted mass of ticks.
"Listen Vikkers, I appreciate the drinks but I don't want to sleep with you."
"Fuck off," Vikram was shuddering in rage now, his piggish eyes squinting. "You're naive. A child. You just don't know what you want!"
Amy reached for her handbag and stood to leave. As she stepped out of her seat, Vikram grabbed her arm, squeezing. His strength was as astonishing as his desperation.
"Please Amy! I'll be alone tonight and I don't know what i'll do!"
She wrenched free and stood back.
"You're vile Vikram. You know that?" She said, very clearly, before turning to leave.
"YOU BITCH!" Vikram screamed, his face purple as his whole frame hurtled through the club. "YOU FUCKING, FUCKING BITCH!"
--
Klaire stood to watch Vikram run from the club and sniffed, shaking her head. She slowly walked to the bar and saw a familiar, gurning face.
"Bamos?"
Mirri dropped her book off the bed with a thump
she simply could not focus on the latest motivational guide to becoming the most dominating damn PA there was.
Vikram polluted her thoughts. How she hated him so.
She thought of all he had told her, all through the emotionless mask of the Internet. How he had bragged of sleeping with countless teenage girls, how he had bullied himself into free parties.
She despised him and as her brow furrowed in the grey twilight, she knew what she had to do.
--
Vikram leant against a wall, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his armpits soaking up in his polo shirt.
Amy lay before him, whimpering. Blood ran into the grass were she lay, soaking up in her skirt.
Vikram wiped his mouth and spat into the grass next to her face. Hie eyes roved in his skull, and he gasped out a laugh that sounded more like a wheeze.
"You see bitch? You see? I may be almost 29. But I can FUCK." He gripped her jaw and pointed into her eyes. "And don't you forget it."
He spun on his heel, doing up his fly as he left the park. As he placed his hand into his pockets and he assumed his indie pose, he felt her soiled thong.
A memento for me, he thought. How perfect.
Bamos sat with a nervous grin before Vikram
a pint was clasped in both his hands and as Bamos squeezed on the cold glass, he desperately tried to think of ways to get away.
"Not since ATP vs. the Fans have I been exhilirated, Bamos! She was mine!"
Vikram's eyes widened at the excitement of his memories and Bamos choked as his mouth dried.
"Come on mate, do we have to keep talking about this? You've brought it up-" Bamos looked at his watch then at Vikram again. "At least every five minutes for three hours!"
Vikram took a gulp of his Jack Daniels and coke, suddenly very intense.
"Bamos. If you have nothing to say then please shut the fuck up? I'd rather talk about this than the latest Fuck Buttons EP."
Bamos sighed and reclined in his chair, taking a customary sip of his pint before nodding at Vikram to continue. It would be a long night.
--
Mirri took shallow breaths as she typed out hateful threads one by one. She demanded to fight, demanded to have every single one of Vikram's misgivings out in the open.
Her phone rang.
"Mirri? Are you coming out the night? It's twee night at Indiecool and I think a member of Los Campestinos! is going to be there"
Mirri kept focus on her thread.
"Sorry, I don't think I can tonight. Work stuff, y'know."
She hung up and hunched over, her mouth gaping in rage as she intensified her attack.
Vikram would be sorry.
The weekend was over
Vikram woke on Monday morning with a girl lying beside him. He rolled her over onto her back and noted that she looked younger than usual. Maybe 16 or 17. It didn't matter.
He walked slowly to his computer. It was time to log on and see what had happened in his time away.
He read through pages of threads, chuckling occasionally, yawning more. He licked his lips and went from page to page.
"Vikkers?"
Vikram turned to see the girl that had slept in his bed. She had one of his nightgowns on, and it hung open showing off her young, milky skin and firm breasts.
"Oh. Hi."
She came towards him and gave him a kiss then went down to her hands and knees. Crawling under the computer desk, she fished out his penis and gave him a messy, amateur blowjob.
Vikram smirked and held his belly up a little to look. Then he went back to browsing the threads. Until he came across one of interest. MirriLondon.
He read through, word for word, as spluttering, choking sounds emitted from under the desk.
His rage grew until his clenched fists gripped onto the hair of the girl below his desk. He roared into the air and blew an angry load. It landed on the surprised girls lips and chin, causing her to shake her head in shock and amazement.
As she quietly walked to the shower, Vikram prepared his blistering response. His eyes blazed.
DrownedinSound groaned under the weight of the Drama.
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:'D
"He roared into the air and blew an angry load."
Oh bravo old friend
Bravo.
:0
I don't really know how to react to this
<3
so much
seriously
best thing ever
its kind of like
one of those films they show on channel 5 after 11pm
Seriously, pretty much every lin on this is gold
The "Vikram park" scene maybe took it a little far though...
however:
"The senior members of the room, sensing that she had arrived to work, made their excuses and left. She was the best damn PA they had ever seen."
Amazing
I think coming back
just paid for itself.
Wow. When did you come back?
I don't know who are you DramaHammer
But I <3 you!
this is like superior Jackie Collins
except rather than being set in Beverley Hills, it's set in Shoreditch and The Internet. It reminds me a bit of Martin Amis as well - maybe London Fields or Money?
I'm enjoying it.
<3 you, DramaHammer!
<3 you!
10/10, would lol again
How are you fixed as regards publishing rights?
Part two
coming later
oh my
fuck me that's gritty
I'm gripped
thanks
Fucking brilliant
:)
:D
That was incredible time wasting. I commend you!
Outstanding work!
You are wasted here :)
Absolutely outstanding
Are you lining up Warren Beatty to play Bamos and Abigail Breslin to play Claire?
Fan fiction!
This board gets weirder.
I can't help but read this in the voice of the
"Rock Bottom" presenter from the gummi Venus de Milo episode of the Simpsons.
i really hope
theres a barbara cartland-style romantic ending to this, perhaps involving a sunset, white egyptian cotton sheets and tender kisses?
oh lord
there are no words. your writing talent is definitely wasted here though.
how did you like your part?
very apt
http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/5918/mewx0.gif
<3
You've just made work
bearable, enjoyable even.
Thank you.
Actual genius!
"Mirri? Are you coming out the night? It's twee night at Indiecool and I think a member of Los Campestinos! is going to be there"
I think I actually recognise who this is via the style
of writing...
care to share?
Awesome!
Am I the only one who viewed this in the style of the Sin City film adaptation complete with 1920s private investigator style voiceover?
'The stench of death filled the air like cheap perfume in a low rent strip joint'
i dunno
is that what you were thinking when you wrote it?
Close, but no cigar!
x x x
YES YES YES, I DID THIS
wow! do you do this for a living
Stunning stuff, very naughty, but a must read, fantastic
Thanks :)
"His cum dried within her, crackling as she staggered down the street"
I've never bookmarked a thread on here before.
I have now.
Immense stuff.
..
its mills and boon for the holy fuck generation. wow.
what is Mills and Boon?
Trashy romance novels
Now, where's the next installment?
It'll be ready tomorrow night during the night shift
check back then
Dark and slightly strange
but hilarious.
Best Thread I've Ever Read.
10/10
Amazing.
Please please publish this in a nice papery format, zine style.
WOW
I could've been revising, but this actually had to be done. Nothing can beat
"She must work today, as she has done for sixteen continuous years."
Nothing.
It's pretty special, I agree.
Twisted genius, whoever he is. Really should consider a career in writing.
p_i_n_b
all
:)
4
trees
ah yes
this is very good indeed.
I now don't like you
Ah fuck, I can't believe you bumped this.
it's great isn't it
Am I alone in not finding it very funny? I suspect I am.
Nope
Don't see what the fuss is about
I think it's a very fine
if amateur piece of writing. Nothing more.
At the risk of being uncool,
I still think it's funny.
I'm not cool
Fair point
But it's cooler to hate things than like them.
20 nondescript posts?
Its Mr Drama himself!
This is about as funny
as having teeth pulled.
I wouldn't know. I never read that much text in a thread
poor creaky
ZaZa
all that effort
and you haven't even spelt it correctly
ZaZa?
you're back!