Warning: Contains scenes of an adult nature
Prologue: The rain buckets down, crashing into the flourishing, emerald green, dense foliage, it is bitter, gloomy and dank, the blinking red and green lights on the enclosure fences signalling everything is fine are barely observable through the darkness, the brachiosaurs sing softly over the lagoon, no noise from the raptors or the t-rex, all is tranquil at Jurassic park.
Chapter One – Welcome to Jurassic park.
The rain collided with the temporary metal sheeting erected over the east wing of the Visitor's Centre, the structure was being supported by at least 4 hefty, robust 4 metal columns, underneath the eyesore was a tired, weary Ingen Worker, he was patiently and systematically repairing some big gaping holes in the roof, made by a recent thunderstorm, when he had finished and was satisfied that it was done to Hammond's standards, instead of venturing into the belting rain, he nipped over to a emergency trap door in the roof, opened it, dropped down into the warm, Lobby of the visitors centre and then replaced the door, locked and bolted it, before hurrying of to the garage where he could catch the others workers on their way back to the mainland, his job was done for the day.
The Visitor's centres doors were locked and bolted tight, the same with the windows, preventing the icy cold wind from penetrating the lobby, the lobby itself was deserted like one of those crappy 1970's western movies just before the bad guys turn up for a final showdown, of course this was not going to happen here, for two reasons, one cowboys are dead and unless Hammond was planning to clone one, they were going to stay like that, thank you very much and then of course two, Jurassic park was very respectable and the only showdowns you would see would be the ones between Nedry and the vending machine, that had his favourite food but just didn't like Dennis, which of course was why the workers put those particular foods in there, if not to watch Nedry get frustrated but for the sheer humour and to see who won the bet of how long it would take him to try and kick the resistant glass in, which would of course send everyone into hysterics, mainly because he take a run and it and result in being bounced off, landing on his big ass and sliding off down the corridor.
But in this case, the lobby was about to get a treat a phone rang, and a set of doors opened, Kate was on duty, now everyone liked Kate, why, because she was a tall, brunette which a gorgeous face, but the staff were not so much attracted to the face, it was more the chest area where she sported a great pair of double D tits, Now Kate had a thing for wearing low cut tops, the men of course were always dropping items like pens or pencils, Kate would bend down then HEY HEY, cleavage time, But however the men may dream she is always playing hard to get, sure she may let you touch sometimes but that is it, no sex at all, but if she did give the men what they wanted Nedry, would not get a look in, I mean who the hell would do him, a triceratops did once, well try that is, most likely because he is so fat that well they assumed he was one of them, now she may or may not know this but when the guys are not fantasising about her or making her bend over, they are secretly watching her on cameras set up in her room and it is always a pleasure when her top comes off and she soaps herself down groping her giant, busty……… back to the story.
The phone persisted to ring, so Kate broke out into a run, her tits bouncing up and down in front of her, it was a bloody miracle she could see in front of them, reaching the phone she picked it up and said in her luxuriant, sweet seductive voice " Jurassic Park Visitors Centre, How may I help you, certainly sir, I am directing you through to Hammond's office now, then she placed the phone down sat on her chair behind her desk and started to type a document up onto the computer.
Hammond's auditorium was elaborate, decorated with lavish furniture and rich red wallpaper. The old man was sitting on a couch, hunched over a small document in his hands, his forehead wrinkled with age and concentration. In his voice that spoke of years of unrivalled ambition and hope, he read slowly. NOTE- all credit for this poem goes to Gerry Harding on the VJP board. I included because Hammond thought it would be a nice touch. Hope you don't mind Harding (:
"Did you ever imagine a place you could go?
Where what you see is more than a show,
a special place that is one of a kind,
something so great that it blows your mind.
A place where something special has been done,
a place for animals that have been long gone.
Through complicated processes and techno means,
A different kind of process that combines genes,
To produce the creatures that make children dream,
And puts in their eyes that special gleam.
We're making dinosaurs, something never tried before,
a spectacular sight that makes people hit the floor.
The Tyrannosaurus, the Velociraptor and many more,
they all can be seen past our great wooden door.
Take the Safari Tour, and than you will see,
behind the fences running free,
many types of dinosaurs, fifteen species in all,
such a sight, it will leave guests in awe.
The major theme of this park is a high-tech zoo,
don't be fooled, there are other attractions too,
A laboratory tour, and a river-ride,
with the security here, no guest need hide.
Our equipment is in place and all expenses are paid,"
He paused, savouring the last line as if it was the crowning moment of his years of hardship.
"Welcome To Jurassic Park, please enjoy your stay."
He broke into a smile.
