Hmmm…well, y’know, I am feeling a little…tight.
I was kinda hoping someone would help me test 'em out. Volunteers?
<slinks over to dalovindj>
I’d love some green M&Ms! So… what else do you have in there?
[sub]<ts schleps in wearing one of those open-back hospital gowns and holding a popsicle>[/sub]
Hiya folks. Don’t mind me, I’m just trying this on for fit.
[sub]<turning abruptly, the gown flares out briefly exposing the rippling mass of muscle along the back of his leg as it flexes, rising to the dimple in his one exposed buttock…and then he’s covered again, the clefts of his calves bunching as he strides out of the room>[/sub]
Ummm where does he think he’s going? Somebody! Quick! Grab him!
Mmmmmmmm…thinksnow’s bare buttocks…
Wait! Wait! I just had to get some lunch! I’m here!
Um…I mean…
So, bobkitty, how YOU doin’? 
Dent instructs Geobabe to take off her shirt and lay down. Her skin quivers as the cold massage oil hits her back.
She is soon warmed up as dent begins softly kneading the muscles of her back.
A soft moan emits from GeoBabes lips as dent gently runs his fingers along her neck…
I would continue, but I’m at work 
Now about those “purchases”… I would love to help out any way I can
Zappo strolls in, all suave and debonair in a gray suit and snap-brim hat, hair slicked back and looking a bit like Alfred Molina in “Chocolat”
Doin’ good, Kittie. What’s new?
produces bottle of champagne and two flutes from behind his back
Care for some bubbly?
Oh! Me!
Some people need some new material.
Ginger, have I’ve I mentioned that I find crimson tresses utterly stunning? I’m sure you hear that all the time, but few of those smitten fools could mean it the way I do.
Don’t mind me. I’m just going to stand in the corner with a camcorder, a microphone, and a notepad, duly recording all of this for posterity.
My silence can be bought, however.
You can scream anything you like.
::Finally their lips part and Ginger gasps for air, her busom heaving mightily with each desperate breath. A small bead of sweat forms at her neckline, and slowly trickles down, shimmering as it catches the light, then disappears under her blouse. She swoons, and Bill catches her about the waist, sling her up in his arms, and carries her over to the couch, where he lays her softly down and blows softly across her neck, cooling her. Ginger’s eyes flutter, a small smile appears, then she opens her eyes wide, and slaps Bill across the face with an audible “crack”.
“What the Hell took you so long?” she demands.
What, a little Hot Girl on Girl Action[sup]tm[/sup]? Surely, no one would be interested in seeing that…
Munch saunters in, orders a Midori Sour, sees dalovindj frantically waving his fingers infront of his throat, quickly stops the bartender, and orders a scotch, straight. Scanning the room, he likes what he sees. It’s missing the $100 of pudding, but he’s sure that Tommy the Cat (or was it Zumba?) will be along shortly.
Moving down the bar to a small population of attractive females, Munch makes his move. A few brief seconds of idle chatter later, he feels a burning in his loins. Wanting to vocalize his feelings, he utters that sweet, irresitable phrase that women love to hear:
“My pants are shrinking!”
:: Pushes button that opens the curtains in front of the two way mirror. ::
Ah, I see that lno is already working the floor. Way too obtrusive. This scene will give my crack team of scientists plenty of data for my cultural anthropological study, “Sex in SMDB”. Just need Dianein there now to really work this crowd. The honchos back at the Discovery Channel are gonna love this.
Of course if ladyfoxfyre or bodypoet happen in I may have to join in the festivities…
At the sound of the door opening, you turn your head to see a tall, dark-haired, lean figure stride into the room. Zanshin closes the door behind him and takes a second to scan who is in attendance at this flirt thread. His ice-blue eyes widen at the scene before him (“Munch! Not the Midori!”) before his features relax and crease into a friendly smile.
Seeing that most of the female attendees seem to be otherwise ahem occupied, he takes the seat at the bar formerly occupied by Munch. He gestures for a seven-and-seven from the bartender (it’s an eloquent gesture), and turns to see which ladies may be available.
So who’s available?
Of course not! No self respecting Doper would even think of witnessing such a spectacle! Helping out of course is another matter. 
Well, I have multiple toys, so have at it!
See? This is exactly why I have a secret burning for Bill. He know precisely what I’m like - and loves it.
Now, is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? Oh, look… There’s a bucket of ice. Bill, if you would be so kind? And bring the bottle of Dom that’s in it, as well.
I’ve been married so long, my flirt muscle is serious atrophied. I’ll just settle here in a comfy spot, watch and learn how flirting is done these days.