Here's a story I wrote a couple years ago, and since I took the RE section of my site down, figured might as well post the here.
Read and review please. There is a 2nd part to this story, but it was written by my friend Razz. (You around here? I haven't talked to you in ages!! If it's cool, can I put up the 2nd part? E-mail me! My address is still the same: alfred_ashford_lover@yahoo.com)
The past week had been a major pain for Brad Vickers. "Nothing but problems and bad luck" he silently thought to himself as he mindlessly played with the white cloth napkin laid out infront of him. Glancing at his 'Lolex' watch he sighed inwardly. "8:45. She's late. Should've figured." He frowned.
Two dark approaching figures caught his submissive eyes. His body straightened up and froze as they got closer. With one sweaty palm, he fumbled and grasped a salad fork while straining to see who they were. As they made it to the table, he was finally able to make them out in the warm glow of candle light. The first person turned out to be his good friend Gina. (Natch!) The second, oh God no! The second was none other than Alfred Ashford-head and heir to Umbrella Inc.
"Wha-wha-what the hell's HE doing here?!" Brad's hand frantically quivered as he pointed the fork at Alfred. Alfred just rolled his eyes and sighed as Gina explained. "I couldn't find a sitter, and you know he can't be left alone. Remember last time? I had to spend over $500 dollars to replace the neighbors garden gnomes." "I _TOLD_ you! Those filthy dwarfs were taunting and mocking me!" Alfred snarled in defense. Brad let the fork free-fall to the table. "Yeah....sure. Well, all that matters now is that you're here Gina."
Gina sat down acorss from Brad with Alfred right next to her (like a good lap-boy). Brad sighed and rested his clenched fist under his chin. Gina sortta frowned "Is something bothering you?" "Plsst" Alfred snotred "Chicken-shit always looks that way!" Brad was just about to jump up and stab him with a soup spoon when Alfred's eyes widened in horror, as he moved his hands under the table cloth and whimpered in pain. "What happened?" Brad was visibly confused. Gina snickered "Oh, nothing much, just "tightened the reings" if you know what I mean. You'll behave now won't 'cha?" She patted Alfred's head. "Yes ma'am" His voice was high and strained.
Gina turned her attention back to her nervous friend. "Like I was saying, what's wrong Brad?" He inhaled deeply then slumped back in his chair. "Well, I think some of the guys have it in for me. Thought I was being paranoid at first-" Alfred was about to jump in with a shot when the pain in his groin reminded him of the punishment he would recieve. "-but today I come back from a coffee break and discover a rubber chicken crucified to my desk by a couple of combat knives! Capt. Wesker walked in at that so I confronted him about it. Know what he did? Lowered his shades, looked over at my desk, looked at me than laughed! I-I didn't know how to react so I just grabbed my coat and took off." Brad paused long enough to gulp down some cold water. "Then, when I get home I check my machine. I got 3 messages. First one: "Do you like scary movies?" Second one: "Hey Chickenheart, I know where you live." Third one: "Hello, Mr.Vickers? This is Dr. Orbuck. The tests came back negative, you don't have ulcers." I don't want to be left alone. I don't know what to do." Brad almost broke down into tears as his lower lip quivered while re-telling his story.
"For starters, let's order some damn food! Food lackey, over here!" Alfred comanded, his voice or expression showing no compassion or concern. "Ahem, yes. What will you have?" said the waiter in a snobby voice as he pulled out a tablet and pen.
Everyone had placed their orders and was waiting in silence. Gina was thinking of how she could help her friend. Brad was lost in a sea of self pity. Alfred was thinking of how he'd look in Gina's new black corset. Gina broke the slience "Brad, I insist you come home with Alfred and me and spend the night. Tomorrow, we'll follow you home and scope everthing out." Brad wrang his hands in panic "Yeah, yeah that sounds safe."
The food finally arrived and everyone ate. Brad looked and seemed alot calmer. Even smiling and cracking a few jokes. Humor was one of his hidden talents. Hardly anyone has seen it, for he's constantly worried about this or that.
Brad was almost finished with his meal when he felt a naked foot creep up his leg. He swallowed hard and looked at Gina, who was shoving a piece of steak into her mouth-looking like nothing was going on. 5 toes gently dug, rubbed, and massaged his inner thigh as a flush of hot filled Mr.Vickers body. Again he swallowed deep and closed his eyes trying to keep his face from turning red.
"Eat your heart out you rich snob, looks likeI'Mgoing to be the lucky one tonight!" Brad thought as his body begain to tingle from the stimulation. He let one hand sneak under the table to caress the foot. It felt so smooth and soft to his touch. It was hard to control himself, he felt like leaping up and pouncing on Gina right then and there. Screw what everyone would think. Hell, maybe he would even earn a little respect! Instantly, it felt like his boxers and pants shrunk, making his lower region feel terribly uncomfortable. His sideburns and hairline was now drenched with sweat-his breathing hard and steady. Harder and faster he fondled the toes.
Gina wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Brad, will you please watch Alfred? I have to use the bathroom." "..S..sure.." Brad's words were shakey and low. His mind raced with thoughts of what she was going to do in there as he watched her get up and leave.
"Wait a second, something's not right" Brad whispered. Gina was gone, but the foot was still there playing with him! Brad's mouth dropped down as a wave of terror rushed through him. "Please God no!" He silently prayed as he slowly turned his gaze to Alfred-who was staring back with a naughty smirk on his lips.