>From: malcolmc@spider.co.uk (Malcolm Campbell)
Subject: Interlude
Date: 20 Jun 91 17:54:57 GMT


A brief interlude while I try to sort out the next part of the Flame/Cal
storyline in my head. Ive got the bit AFTER the next bit, its the gap
thats proving hard..

Please send comments, there must be loads of people out there with an
opinion..

Oh, and if you want to interact with Flame, now is probably a good
time.. Mail me if you want to, but beware if you havent read the last
part I wrote about her.

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Interlude

Flame pushed her credstick over the bar and sighed, tossing her deep
red hair discontentedly.

Ratz notched up the double whisky, expensive Scotch. "Hard day?", he asked.

"The worst," she sighed, "two over-keen customers in one morning. Its so
tiring convincing them to behave."

Ratz smiled, "But you do it so well.You been drinking the expensive stuff
a lot recently - business must be good."

Flame laughed, "I wish! You know Cal, the strange guy who was in here looking
for a girl? He got me started drinking this stuff, and now I cant stop."

"Day staff mentioned him, and I did notice him in here the night of the
 shooting. Cool customer, I'll say that for him."

Another customer appeared at the bar, and Ratz, smiling at Flame, moved
over to serve him.

She returned to her seat, the usual stir of interest flickering through
the bar as she walked. Everything about Flame spelled sexual energy; her
hair flickered with tingling orange light, her eyes reflected the desire
of the onlookers, her clothing loosely revealed her body's accented curves,
her walk teased the imagination. As she sat down, she loosened the top
of the jumpsuit, revealing fractionally more skin. But the action itself
carried more innuendo than its results.

Regulars watched in amusement as newbies and out-of-town strangers
responded to her action. Flame was playing again.

A young, attractive man in designer syn-leather, and '20s styled retro-jeans
meandered over to the bar, then to her table. Much of the bar watched with
interest.

"I see you like whisky, have one on me?" he smiled.

Flame leaned over the table, pulling the jumpsuit tight across her chest as
she did so. Her target's eyes wandered lower as her nipples were outlined
through the suit. "Why not?", she replied.

He passed her a glass of whisky and sat down beside her, smiling. Others
smiled knowingly at him. She looked deep into his eyes, and all his
planned schemes vanished from his mind. "My names Flame", she grinned.

Carl suddenly found himself wondering what he was doing there. He considered
himself a ladies man, but this one disturbed him. But he felt himself
aroused merely by her presence. He felt out of control, uncomfortable,
but unable to escape. "Mines... umm.. Carl.." he stammered, forgetting
entirely that he'd intended to give her a false name.

"Well, Carl..". Flame paused to run her tongue across her upper lip. Carl
shivered. ".. what brings a cute boy like you here?"

Carl felt a warm glow spreading up his legs. He struggled for an answer.
His friends were watching, and his image was falling apart.. "Just hanging
out..", he said, but his tone made it sound like a childs attempt to be
one of the gang.

Flame sipped her whisky, without taking her eyes from Carl. She was
obviously enjoying the game. She slid one hand over Carls and began
caressing his fingers. Carl looked like an embarassed teenager.
"Something wrong Carl?", she asked with a wicked smile.

By this time Carls friends had moved from stunned silence, to disbelief, and
now to amusement. Carls street-cred had vanished within 15 seconds of
conversation. But she wasnt finished yet..

The expression on Carl's face now resembled a teenager being seduced by
his teacher - a look of forboding, mixing with desire. He was visibly
shivering.

Flame leaned over and lifted his hand to her mouth. She slowly slid one
finger into her mouth, and circled it with her tongue. Carls eyes rolled
back and his face paled. He moaned softly. Flame nibbled his finger.
Carl moaned loudly now. His watching friends giggled. Flame sucked his
finger gently, and Carls moans became gasps.. A convulsion ran through his
body and he collapsed in his chair.

His friends laughed aloud.

Flame leaned back in her chair, smiling evilly. Ratz shook his head and
smiled from behind the bar, as she stretched her arms and yawned.

Carl shook himself, and looked around embarrassed. Many of those around
were staring or laughing at him. He scowled half-heartedly at Flame, and
scurried off towards the back of the bar.

Ratz laughed aloud, "You've made an enemy there, Flame."

Flame purred, "Me? I never have enemies, Ratz.."

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Rules: If you want to use Flame or Cal, ask me - Ill probably agree..

Copyright: (C) 1991 Malcolm Campbell - may be reproduced
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Comments/Critisism: Welcomed.
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