Showing posts with label Bunny. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Tasty Interview with a Vampire



Welcome to our May 1Night Stand interview. Today I have Cade O’Donnell from A Taste of Humanity. Cade, welcome to my hot seat. Please tell the audience a little about you.

I don’t usually do interviews. I mean, I’m not the most interesting person. But you’ve been pretty insistent in talking to me so I guess I’ll go along with it.
I was born in Ireland, but I don’t remember any of it as my parent’s moves to Detroit shortly after my birth. My father was in the army so we travelled a lot. My mother homeschooled me which had its pros and cons. I really didn’t have many friends.  I was expected to follow in my fathers footsteps, but I didn’t have the dedication to be a soldier which caused a lot of friction between my father and I. I left home at seventeen and did odd jobs until I met Gage Masters.  He’s a Real Estate Investor, top in his field. He took me under his wing and within a few years I rose to the top.

So, why did you choose Vegas to hook up with your 1Night Stand. I hear New Orleans is quite the party town, or perhaps Colorado if you want a flavor of the West, wait, forget Colorado. I hear they’ve been getting snow in May. Ugh, split ends, dry flaky skin and layers and layers of clothes. I prefer a much warmer climate, if you know what I mean. Besides I think spring clothing should look like spring, not sweaters, mittens and snow boots. So, last season, you know?

It’s the city of sin. What better place to hook up with someone you don’t know for one night of sex
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I don’t know about you, but I like the sunshine, lying on a beach and getting oil rubbed into my back by.... *sighs*

I’m not much of a sun person. I’m better at night, if you know what I mean. **Winks**

No, not sure I know what you mean. Leans in closer. Smile again?
Whoa. What big fangs you have? And very sparkly white. You’ve got a great dentist. If I had a soul, I’d sell it to have someone that does work like that. Can I get his number after the interview?

I’ve been told that a lot. I have a personal dentist. She does work for Gage’s employees only.

So, Madame Eve. Why a 1Night Stand? Why did you seek out her legendary matchmaking services? Surely a nice-looking guy like you doesn’t have a hard time hooking up with the chicks? Well, with the exception of the pale complexion. You could use a little sun.

As I said, I’m more of a night person.  I was given Madame Eve’s business Card and when I checked her out, I liked what I saw. She’s a professional who knows how to give a person just what they need for a mate. She also caters to the out of the norm customers, ones who may not find it so easy to search out a date. Every one of her clients is researched and if they meet her criteria, she helps them. It’s safer and easier.  I needed someone in a hurry, who was clean, who I could feel comfortable with. Someone who would accept my….unusual appetites. Besides, meeting someone at a bar for a one night stand seems so trashy.

*cocks head*
Wait, pale skin, the accent—are you.... Never mind. So, a little birdie tells me you might be associated with certain people in Vegas. I’ll just spit it out then. The mob?

What little birdie told you that?

I have all kinds of contacts below. I’d be happy to introduce you to a few. My father kicks it with a good deal of them, well, and Ghangis Khan. Do you know him? Long hair he wears in a ponytail--mustache. A sore loser at craps. The way he acts, you’d think he’s never lost at anything before. It must be small man’s disease, because he’s like five foot zero. Seriously, all attitude.... *Glances around at silent audience*

Again, I’d like to find out who told you that. I don’t need other connections. I’m happy with my job, with Gage.  I don’t think I would enjoy hanging with your father. No offence but he doesn’t seem very professional.

Oh, my father, he’s very professional, but you don’t want to piss him off. He takes on this whole Lord of Hell persona. and it’s.... I just hate it when he pouts. What a baby. The last time that happened, well, we had the Dark Ages.

He’s in charge of torturing the damned for all eternity, but hey, this interview is all about you, and I don’t want to get into the family business too deep. I mean there are nine levels, or so that’s the rumor going around, but I can tell you it goes a lot deeper...never mind, I said I wasn’t going to talk family business and there I go, off on a tangent. Though I am certainly happy to take you on a tour someday if you’d like to ask my little birdie, yourself. I have this little contract you have to sign first, a little formality. Wait do you have a soul?

Really, this is the type of interview you do? Or are you trying to recruit because if that’s the case you can go to hell.

 Seriously dude, don’t glare, it’s not a good look for you. You don’t want to age that way, trust me, I’ve seen the way some very unhappy people have aged and I’m just saying, you don’t want that. Let’s move on before you face gets stuck like that. K? So, what were the requirements for your dream date? What did you specify was a must on that application?

I’m vain, I’ll admit it. I wanted beauty, a great body and someone who was open to new things. I also wanted someone with brains, you know, not an airhead.

Vanity—a deadly sin. Love it. Keep talking. Was she everything you thought she would be?

Hell yeah, and more! She was so much fun and watching her face light up at the flashy lights and entertainment that Vegas boasts made me feel like it was the first time seeing Vegas myself.  Penny turned out to be a hell of a woman.

So, how about some quickies? Everyone loves the quickies.

You got that right. **Wink**

O Neg or O Pos, or are you a “O” man?

What is my blood type? That’s a strange question. Okay, I’m B positive.

I have to tell you, I love “O” men. I mean anyone that can give you a great big “O” is the bomb in my book.  I mean, you really are in my book. *pulls out black book and flips through it, stopping on last page and points* See, I’ve got you penciled in right here. All you have to do is give me your address and phone number. I’ll take care of the rest.

I’m sure you’re a lot of fun, but you’re not really my type.

No? Don’t do demons? Okay, I know a few people that can help me get that information. No bother. Let’s move on, this quickie is stretching out a bit.
Day or Night?

Night

Boxers or briefs.

Briefs. It my opinion that any man that wears boxers doesn’t have much to be proud in the cock department.  Think about it. Which would you rather see? The bulge in a pair of tighty-whities or the sag of baggy boxers.

I prefer free style. So...where do you live?

San Diego, but I travel a lot so I have places scattered about.

Can you be a little more specific? I’ve been building my little black stalking book. You can never have enough prey. It’s really a must in my line of work.
I’ve had my share of stalkers. They don’t stick around once I **talk** to them.

Oh, I don’t go away. I’m very good at what I do, and threats kind of turn me on. So.... Thanks for stopping in today. For the tell all exclusive on Cade’s date, check out this link. Taste of Humanity You can get all the dirty deets on the date there. 

Thanks for the interesting interview, Bunny. For my first time, it wasn’t boring. **Smiles slyly**

Okay, I gotta run. But make sure to stop by next month, when I interview Cori Valentine from Cinderella Wore Combat Boots.

Hey, I forgot to ask, do you get all sparkly in the sunlight?
You should burn for that question.  What did I say about being a night person. I’m out of here.

Jeesh, some people can’t hold their sunlight. Okay, bye, bye, Cade. You know they have this thing called sunscreen. Just saying. Come again and visit, some time. *Blinks* Did he just walk out on me? Seriously? Some Vampires can be so crabby in the morning. *Shrugs* Don’t forget to stop by next month when I put a Marine in my hot seat.
Bunny


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Bunny Talks Bondage


 Hi, again everyone.
For those that have not met me, my name is Bunny and I’m a demon. Once a month I find a victim, um, someone, to sit in my hot seat and talk about their 1NightStand experience.
This month I’m interviewing Drew from The Perfect Sub.
Good Morning Drew. So let’s skip all the warming up and just get to the meat of this interview, shall we? They’re practically drooling in their seats out there. Please tell me what it means to be a perfect sub?  *eyes man across from her* I mean, you obviously make the handcuffs look good, but I don’t think that’s all the prerequisites needed to hold that title, is it?

Hey, Bunny! It’s good to be here…I think. *wink*  To answer your question, before I got together with Holt I thought being the perfect submissive meant always doing the things submissives are supposed to do.  My idea of how subs are supposed to be included as always kneeling in the presence of Dominants, keeping my eyes lowered and not meeting their gazes, not speaking unless asked a direct question…that sort of thing. What I learned from Holt is that every Dominant has their own idea of what’s perfect in a submissive and my ideas were vastly different than his. Now, I realize that being a perfect sub means following my master’s directives to the best of my ability, trusting in him to take care of me always, and doing everything possible to make him happy. And, of course, loving him with every cell in my body and providing him with the best blow jobs he’s ever had. *grins wickedly*

What is your favorite part of being a sub?
 Pleasing my master is my favorite part of being a submissive.  When Holt is pleased with me it hits all my subby buttons and sends me flying so high only the moment when he lets me come feels better.

How did you find your Dom?  I mean, I’d really like to know how you found your Dom. You got an address? Phone number? I’m a qualified stalker, so you need only slip me a small bit of info and I’ll take it from there. K?
*Laughs* I met Holt in an exclusive leather club called Fritz’s. You’ll find the hottest Doms and the cutest twink-submissives there.  Personally, I’m not a twink. I’m nearly as big as Holt but you’ll find subs in every size and shape imaginable at Fritz’s. There’s something for everyone there.

COMING SOON!
What do you do for a living that you feel the need to be dominated? Spanked? Tied up and played with?
I own my own company and I spend a lot of time being the guy in control. I like giving up that control in all the other areas of my life. It keeps me relaxed and helps me to stay focused both at home and at work. In a sense, giving up my control to Holt when I’m not at work is a way of being in control. I trust him with my life and my heart. Letting him make all the decisions is very freeing. And as for being spanked or put into bondage…well, the spanking satisfies the masochistic side of me that likes a little pain with my pleasure and being put into bondage is part of the whole giving up control thing.  I’ve always been a submissive. Holt says I’m a natural sub. I’ve always felt the need to give sexual control to my partner, even when I was a teenager, before I had a career.  Once I began to explore that need and I found out about BDSM and the leather lifestyle, I knew it was for me.

I mean, who doesn’t love a man who’s helpless and at my mercy. I once dated these twins and they were into the whole submissive thingie. They were like the ultimate matched set of luggage, fashionable, could take a beating and still look good, and they were great for shopping trips when I needed someone to carry all my stuff. Plus there was this red outfit I had....
*Blinks and looks around the audience* What? You haven’t ever had a set of twins? Please.... You know you would jump all over that if you had the chance. Don’t go looking all innocent now. I know naughty when I see it, and you’ve got it all over your faces.
Back to the interview.
What was your reason for applying to Madam Eve’s 1NightStand service?
I initially thought I needed someone to wipe Holt out of my head. I fell in love with him at first sight but for a year I thought he wasn’t interested in me. It was breaking my heart watching him scene with other submissives at the club. So when my best friend Atticus gave me Madame Eve’s card, I thought maybe she could hook me up with someone so charismatic that he would make me forget Holt. Instead, she hooked me up with him, for which I am eternally grateful!

Let’s do some quickies.
How tall does he have to be to get on the ride?
*Laughs uproariously* Holt is six foot two. He’s the only one allowed to ride me.
Whips or paddles? Either.  I love it when Holt wields either of them and he always knows which one is the one that I need most at any given time.

Ropes or cuffs? Cuffs. I love the feel of the leather and the sound of the chains.  Rope bondage is great but I really prefer leather cuffs.

Lights on or off? I get off on sensory deprivation so being blindfolded or in complete darkness is a turn on, but I love being able to see my master and know that I’m pleasing him.

Ever considered going out with a demon?  My bad, I just get so hot when someone goes bondage and badass on me. Just to clarify, have you?
Well, Holt is a bit of a demon at times so I suppose the answer is yes. *winks*

Thanks for stopping by today, Drew. It was fun talking, whips, chains and bondage with you. I have to tell you that you are so my type of guy. Do come by again some time. I have to take off. I have a club to check out, and a little punishment to administer. You understand, I’m sure.
For  the deets and where you can get your own tell all exclusive of  Drew’s date with Holt, The Perfect  Sub, please check out this link:
*Digs in purse* Now where did I put those handcuffs? *Pulls them out and grins* Okay, who’s first?
Ciao.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

March on over! Bunny interviews Pararescueman Bobby Martin

By Bunny

*Pops into chair wearing pink ACUs and waves to the audience.*

Good Morning, 1NightStanders. Today, I’m talking to Sergeant Bobby Martin, an Air Force Pararescueman. 
Okay, I know it’s not just me thinking this, what’s a Pararescueman?

Bobby:  Okay, let’s get this over with. Generally I’m not one to toot my own horn, but it took a lot to get here and that’s something I’m extremely proud of. So, we are also known as PJs, a group of Air Force elite, and are the only group in the Department of Defense specifically trained and equipped to conduct conventional and unconventional rescue processes. Our main mission is personnel recovery and combat search and rescue operations.
Additionally, PARARECUEMEN are among the most highly trained emergency trauma specialists in the U.S. military and we must earn and maintain an emergency medical technician paramedic qualification throughout their careers. Just for shits and giggles I brought along the list of training we have to go through to be a pararescueman. After completion of six weeks of Basic Military Training, we spend the next 17 months training at the following schools:

 •The PARARESCUE/Combat Control
 Indoctrination Course
 10 weeks, Lackland AFB, TX
 •US Army Airborne Parachutist School
 3 weeks, Fort Benning, GA
 •US Army Combat Divers School
 4 weeks, Key West, FL
 •US Navy Underwater Egress Training
 1 day, Pensacola NAS, FL
 •US Air Force Basic Survival School
 2 and a half weeks, Fairchild AFB, WA
 •US Army Military Freefall Parachutist School
 5 weeks, Yuma Proving Grounds, AZ
 •Special Operations Combat Medic Course
 22 weeks, Fort Bragg, NC
 •PARARESCUE Recovery Specialist Course
 20 weeks, Kirtland AFB, NM

Then the real fun begins. Many of us have spent the greater part of the past eight years in Iraq and Afghanistan where we have one mission only, and that is to rescue American or Allied forces in extreme danger.  Our targets have been shot down or are isolated behind enemy lines, surrounded, engaged, wounded, or captured by the enemy, we will do whatever necessary to bring our brothers and sisters home.

That’s it in a nutshell.

There is something so hot about men in uniform. I was in the Army once. My father has a legion, real elite. I’m sure you’ve heard of them. Anyway, I served as a recruiter. There was this Roman Centurion I once knew.... I mean if you’re going to go all out, Centurion is the way to go. Pararescuemen are a lot like Centurions, they are both hot, and soldiers. One flies in a helicopter and the other...okay, so there not a lot alike, but a girl can dream, can’t she? You wouldn’t understand until you’ve seen a man with great legs wearing a tunic and armor. And though I love the primitive charm of a man with a sword, there’s certainly nothing wrong with a man who knows how to handle a gun.
Er, weapon. Isn’t that what they’re calling it these days? Sword—gun, they’re all rather phallic wouldn’t you say?
So, Bobby....

Bobby: (cocks an eyebrow)

Tell everyone a bit about yourself. What it is you do? How you got into your current line of work.

Bobby: Beyond all the other stuff that PJ’s do, I’m also a trained sniper. Comes in handy now and then. As for what got me here? I’d have to give my mother credit for that one. She gave me a strong sense of honor and pride in my country, and while she may not have thought I’d take this route with my life, it was really the only way I could see myself going. I wouldn’t want to do anything else.

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How did you end up soliciting the services of 1NightStand?

Bobbie: Actually I’d, uh…well, I helped my Lieutenant get together with his wife through 1 Nightstand. After they got married, I was bullied into using the service for myself.

Tell me about what you were looking for in a woman, what qualifications were a must on that application?

Bobbie: All women are hot in their own way. But for me, long legs, a nice rack. Typical guy stuff, I guess.

Was your date everything you expected?

Bobbie: Not exactly. I mean Siobhan was, for sure! The moment I saw her I was hooked. But she also tripped every warning bell I had, too.

Anything you didn’t?

Bobby: Being shot at was a real buzzkill. Having my teammates come rescue us with Siobhan wrapped in only a sheet wasn’t fun either. The jackasses still haven’t let me forget it.

All right, let’s get to the quickies. Everyone likes the quickies.
Damsel in Distress or Xena, Warrior Princess?

Bobby: Xena

T or A?

Bobby: T

Boxers or  briefs?

Bobby: Commando

Southern Belles or Northern Babes?

Bobby: Southern

Ever had a little demon tail?

Bobby: No. But I’ve kicked some demon as— um, tail.

What? It’s a legitimate question. I’ve really been doing my best lately to behave, but such hotness sitting across from me, and well, I regress a teeny bit. I’m a lover, not a fighter. Okay, okay, so I have been known to shove the occasional date into lava and torment the damned, but I have my reasons.
Okay, that pretty much kills our time like a sniper with a bullet.

Stop by next month and see who sitting in the hot seat. Thanks for stopping by Bobby, oh, and one last question for the road.

You’re traveling to Singapore on the Oriental Express. You see a little man hobble toward the baggage cars and go inside. You go after him to tell him the sleepers are in the other direction, only to find him tearing through luggage. When you ask him what he’s doing, he turns around and you realize the old dude isn’t old at all. In fact, he’s not a dude. The woman has a twelve inch blade and lunges for you. All you have in your pockets are chopsticks from the lo mien you’d been eating and floss, because you have fantastic dental hygiene.

You’re too far from the exit to get to it before she gets to you and guts you like a fish. What do you do?

Bobby: First off, we Pararescuemen are trained in hand-to-hand combat. This princess doesn’t stand a chance with her pointy fingernail file. And it’s not like I can just ignore her or call train security. I glance at the baggage she’d been digging through. Oh, sh*t, there’s weapon’s grade uranium in there. Must have been what she’d been after. Now we’re talking national security. The b*tch is going down. I just wait for her lunge, disarm her, and hog tie her with a belt from one of the bags she’d been rifling through. From another suitcase, I grab a sock and stuff it in her mouth. Whipping out my chopsticks from my back pocket, I stick them between her teeth (so she can’t spit out the sock), and tie them behind her head with the floss. Now that she’s secure, I call the train security officer and report the threat to national security.

Thanks for stopping by today, Bobby. To hear more about how this hunky military man’s date went, pick up your copy of the tell-all exclusive,  In My Sights, at 

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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

A Bunny Interview with Maxwell Raines


Today we’re chatting with Maxwell Raines, known by his friends as Max, from Frost.
Yeah, well.  My squeeze’s little sister warned me about you. That was quite the snarkfest you and Lily had that time. You remember Lily from LIGHTNING? I’m a good guy, though, yeah?  I’ll try not to set you on fire or anything. If you’re gentle with me.  I’m a lot cooler and mellower since Dag entered the picture. And I got my muse back. True.

What? Warned you. Lily who? Oh that Lily. Took me awhile to recall, but this interview isn’t about that snarky little succubus, it’s all about you today.
Max as I understand, you’re a painter—among other things.
Among other things like…a fire-sex demon? Or a recluse? Or, as Dag might say, “a living, breathing sex god”?

*Smiles and bats lashes*
Flirt away, baby. I’m impervious. My eyes are way redder than yours.  Not like you’re the first.

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I’ve never had an artist and this is quite exciting. I love raw emotion on canvas. I mean, who hasn’t wanted to roll around naked on a wet painting with...um, I digress. Looks pointedly at Max. I’m afraid I’m not very good at this not flirting thing. I was instructed to behave myself this morning. You do understand if I slip a time or two, I can’t help myself. Good behavior and I just don’t get along, you understand, I’m sure. You look like a very naughty boy. Leopard—spots.  *shrugs* Okay, so on to the interview.
So, have you every rolled around naked in edible paint on a blank canvas?
Not yet.  Though I sometimes paint bare-assed. I’ve sometimes got this, um, temperature problem.  Can’t cool down. As for edible paint…I’m old school.  Oil’s generally my thing. Though Dag’s kinda partial to ice wine.  I’m developing a taste for it. I kinda like to paint her sweet flesh with my tongue.

Oh, you are a naughty one. Perhaps a demon-stration is in order? I just so brought a roll of canvas this morning if you are feeling inclined to give it a whirl or two, or three. *digs in bag* I have cherry flavor, tutti-frutti and....
Gimme that.

Hey!  That was not a gift. It was...never mind. *Shakes finger* Don’t make me open up a can of whoop ass on your flaming...self.
Think I’ll just save that for a different time, different place, different succubus. If you get my drift. But thanks for the goodie bag.

*glares* Please tell the audience about the subject matter you paint. What’s your favorite subject?
Now? Dagney. Before that, I pretty much painted anything: landscapes, seascapes, still life scenes. Portraits not so much.  It wasn’t the subject, it was what I did with it.  Ask anyone who’s ever seen a Max Raines. They’re never quite the same after experiencing my work.

How’s your stroke?
Excellent. How’s yours?

No complaints. I hear each artist has their own signature technique. Tell us about yours.
I’d rather let Dag tell you. She’s the expert after all. Owns the Night Gallery.  This is what she thought when she first saw one of my pieces:

The paintings burst from the walls in stunning arrays of swirling color that boggled the mind, the medium the artist used thick and filled with texture. He’d slathered on layer after layer of paint. His bold, aggressive brush strokes exuded masculine sexuality, a strong, darkly erotic force that captivated the beholder.

The sensuality of the work beckoned her nearer, encouraging her to touch the canvas, to feel the suggestive emotion the artist poured into each powerful line and emphatic dab of bristles and oil. The carnal urgency of the artistry reminded her of the quickening pace of a man’s thrusts during intercourse, sure, purposeful, inexorably driving toward release…

But she’d never seen anything to equal these paintings in her life. The canvases in their tempered metal picture frames pulsed with throbbing visual orgasms.

Talkative one, isn’t she? Okaaayyy, let’s move on to a different subject.
So, what was a hot hunk of demon like you doing seeking a dating service? Sorry, I had to ask. That question has been nipping at me since you sat down. Please tell us what led you to seeking Madame Eve’s services.
Yeah, so…it’s kinda embarrassing.  I have to paint or I combust.  If I take a human or demon to bed…they may end up a pile of Opaline Gray ashes in the morning. But my muse deserted me. Desperate times called for desperate measures.  I’d heard rumors about Dagney and her succubus sisters. Thought she might be able to handle what I had to offer.

Well if they can’t take the heat.... Wow, that must have really sucked. I can certainly understand the desperation. What “requirements” did you have in your perfect woman?
That she stay the distance. Turn my red eyes the color of dirty snow. And not incinerate.

Not too long a list. Was she everything you expected?
More. Oh, hell,  yeah.

Why?
I wasn’t expecting anything but more disappointment and despair, to be honest.  Sure wasn’t expecting to find a Valentine of my own.

Okay, I can respect a girl that can take the heat. Let’s move on to the quickies.
Top or bottom?
I always sign my name at the bottom. Lower right.

You really don’t want to play, do you?
T or A?
Tosca or Aida? I’m more of a Stones man, myself. Though I kinda like Springsteen’s “Fire.”

Cherry or tutti-frutti? Or should I say both, since you took the edible paints from me. Hey, you owe me twenty dollars, buddy. That stuff isn’t cheap.
I  mentioned that I paint still lifes, right?

Was that before or after the long-winded review of your work? Wait, wait, here it comes. Did you feel the burn, baby? *Waves hand* Go ahead, flash over, flame boy. I eat demons like you for breakfast, and no fire you can bring will burn me, but I have to admit, it was nice of you to offer earlier. You’re such a tease. Do you have any brothers?
You sound like a girl who really needs to see the Raines Exhibit. Need directions to the Night Gallery?

No, thanks. I’m more about living art. I think we’re done here, you’re obviously smitten with your match, and that’s kind of like a can of demon-off to me. Before you go, please tell the audience what one lucky commenter on the post can win.

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Thanks for stopping by today, Max. Come again. Anytime.
 For the tell all exclusive of how Max’s date went,  Buy Frost HERE
I’m off to meet with a sculptor and get my bust done. As I said—living art. I just love sculptors. They’re so good with their hands.
Ciao!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Bunny Goes Underground!


 Good Morning,

My name is Bunny and I’m your host today on the 1Night Stand blog. Once a month I find a poor sap, I mean victim, I mean interviewee, to sit in my hot seat. Today I have Doctor Lukas Gerard from down under.

No wait. Don’t go throwing your shrimp on the barbie just yet. Dr Gerard is all about going deep—into the earth that is. One wonders why a perfectly good specimen such as Dr. Gerard, feels the need to crawl around in the dark and dirt, but then again, there is much to say about dirty boys—they need showers, and lots of them.

Welcome Dr Gerard. *Glances down at his boots*

Hi Bunny, Thanks for inviting me to your…parlor?

Don’t mention it. You can come visit any time.
Let’s get on with the chat, shall we?

What size boots do you wear? I must say those are rather impressive. I have a thing for big—shoes. So, do tell. Is there any correlation between the size of a man’s.... Oh stop looking at me that way. I’m not the only one thinking it. Look out there in the audience. That blonde over there is waiting with baited breath for the anwser. So big boy, is there?

Size 14…and there is no scientific proof to back up your implication. But I will say I’ve never had any complaints.

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Virgin Under Ground? Mmmm. Was your date your first, you know, virgin? How’d that go for you? If you’re looking for a woman with a tad bit more experience that is familiar with magma, I might be able to hook you up with a really cute single demon.

I’ll have to take a rain check. Jane might object. Does she have any prepping skills? There’s always room for someone who can can whole chickens and make eggs last up to a year without refrigeration.

Ugh. Can? I think not. Does this manicure in any way reflect that I do manual labor?

*Sighs* You don’t know what you’re passing on, but you can forget food preservation if you want to set me up with one of your nerdy buddies. Now, I do have some serious skills with shopping, and could get you some good deals on whatever your little heart desires. Just a teeny, tiny contract involved, and a little signing in blood. It doesn’t hurt much, I promise.

So I understand you like rocks. I hear you have a gold mine? Any diamonds or gemstones? I once had this boyfriend, he bought me a diamond cuff, and all kinds of jewels. Let me tell you, I milked that relationship for all it was worth. After a while, he got too clingy and wanted to give me a diamond ring. When I told him I just didn’t see a future with him, he wanted all of it back. So I shoved him in a lava pool.
Well then he probably dissolved quickly. Especially if it was Hawaiian lava which is much hotter. Now if it was from somewhere like Mt. St. Helens it would be about 200 degrees Celsius cooler, but  that’s still close to 2,000 degrees.  So it doesn’t matter, you killed him.

No, not the Islands. Daddy has this lake in hell. Have you heard of it? It’s quite the tourist attraction. We get quite a few lawyers and telemarketers, and a couple of ladies from the DMV. It’s a hot spot. You should check it out sometime. Very exclusive resort.

As for the ex.... *Shrugs* No big loss. We just weren’t meant to be. I just can’t stand it when a man starts talking commitment. Like I want to see him walking around my house for the next twenty years in his undershorts and sock, scratching his ass and belching. Jewels are much more agreeable, don’t you think? The saying is true; diamonds are a girl’s best friend. We’re real buds and nothing gets between me and my jewels. Men come and go, but diamonds are forever. I know where my priorities lie. I have a thing for men with big rocks. *Eyes Dr. Gerard.*

But enough about me. What hobbies do you have, besides digging in the earth? Anything apocalyptic? End of days? I am so into the whole end of days thingie. Really I am. It’s just so...me. I once dated one of the four horsemen. Do you know them?

I…what? Horsemen? There are quite a few horse owners in the Reno area, but I spend most of my time either on campus  or at my bunker. I mean at home. Of course at home…working on my inventions. My latest would probably have interested your late boyfriend. A flame resistant suit that will protect the wearer in very high temperatures. It hasn’t been tested in a lava lake yet, but if you are dating anyone now he might want to volunteer to beta test it.  

Oh, you have a sense of humor, I like that. Let’s move onto the next question, shall we?
Have you ever stood under a garden hose and washed the dust from your naked torso?
I happen to have brought one with me today, if you’d like to give it a whirl.

What? I don’t think I’m dusty just now…why are you unbuttoning my shirt?

Oh come on. It’ll be fun. *Twists and pulls green hose from shopping bag.* I got it on clearance last spring, but it’s still in working order.

No?

Okay. *Bites lip* You’re sure?
Fine. We’ll talk about your date. My bad. Back on topic then.

Tell me about the questionnaire you completed for your little date. What attributes were you looking for in your one night stand? Do you like horns? A little tail?

Never complain about a girl who looks good walking away.

I look good coming too, if you get my drift. Ah, yeah. Back to our chat. You’re a scholarly one, aren’t you? Let’s see what was her name again...? Lucy? Was she everything you thought she’d be?

Jane. And then some

Hmm. Well, beggars can’t be choosers, now can they?

I think you’re twisting my words.

That’s what demons do, dear. If you dance with the devil...you’ll get ridden hard and put away wet, or something like that. At least in Bunny’s world, that’s the way it goes. Okay, let’s get to the quickies. You like quickies, yes?

About the speed your ex dissolved?

Pretty close, try to stay with me, okay?
Brains or beauty?

A beautiful woman with brains since  you’ve asked.

Lips or eyes?

Doing what?

Oh good one. I’ll talk to you later about this. Stick around after the show.

Top or bottom?

Yes

I like you. A lot. Do you have any stalkers?

I don’t think so…but we young, brainy professors do attract the occasional pretty co-ed.

Want one? A stalker, not a pretty young co-ed.

You? Maybe…you do look pretty hot sitting there. I’ll see if my lady would like to spice up our love life. Although it’s pretty steamy with just the two of us…wouldn’t want me to combust would you?

Are you suggesting...? *Blinks* Why you wicked little devil. I’ll take that as a yes. I’m a certified stalker, but the chick has to go.  I work alone. Like I said, stick around after the interview.

Well that about wraps up our time. Thanks for stopping by today. Don’t mind the GPS I tossed in your Jeep. It’s there for scientific purposes only.  Research. For my dissertation. *raises hand* I swear on it. I’m studying the...geo thermal properties of, um, this mountain in Nevada. I hear it gets hotter the deeper you go, and I like hot. Very hot.

*Eyes flash*

Just how deep do you go, Dr. Gerard?

Wouldn’t you like to know, Bunny.

Just so we’re on the same page here, I have ways of finding out, so don’t tease a girl. K? You really, really don’t want to tease me.

Okay, the guy at the camera is making some obnoxious motion that I have to go. Be sure to come back in February to see who gets to sit in my “special chair.”

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Ciao,

Bunny.