Maggie Babe
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He waits for Death… but Death does not come.
Indeed, something else happens. He is resurrected from the brink by the forces of EVIL… a mechanical heart to replace the natural one, torn asunder by those whom he treasured the most… a mechanical liver to clean the blood, now that Al Cohol and his minions (ALL those Walkers are named “Johnnie”, you say?) have done a serious number on the original tissue….
Gone is “the bunny”. He is now half rabbit, half machine, but all EVIL. He is the bane of the Galaxy’s carrot patches and massage tables of the Greater Toronto Area.
He is… Darth Vermin; really, really EVIL Lord of the Spith.
Right… so, now that I’m “different” and all, I figure – what the heck. I’ll go let the Seraphim know that it’s OK to love me. After all, I’m EVIL now, and I’ll be a huge PRICK (note I said “be”… unfortunately, THAT wasn’t upgraded in the “makeover”...) to them, and I’ll treat them poorly, and I wear BLACK. Evil IS cool.
My first stop is to inform that girl at SRM. I sweep in there majestically, only to be unceremoniously stopped by a young lady behind the counter (she was attractive, and had both light and dark hair – a confusing message to those of us who see everything in black and white). As I begin to explain to her the purpose of my gracing their establishment, but she seems to have an agenda of her own, as could be seen in the exchange:
DV: “I a…”
Girl: “Do you have an appointment?”
…
DV: “No, I a…”
Girl: “We don’t have anyone until 10:00”
…
DV: “Really, I j…”
Girl (turning monitor): “Here is who is in at 10:00”
…
DV: “Is Joy here? Joy can fi…”
Girl (looking annoyed): “HERE is who is in at 10:00”
Even Lords of the Spith know when they aren’t going to win. So with a flick of the cape, I turn paws and move on to stop two – The Allure system – to inform a girl THERE.
The entrance to Allure was… well, less than Majestic. I’m locked out, and despite all of my magnificent EVIL powers… I’m reduced to “ringing the doorbell”. Hmmph.
The door is answered by a very attractive young blonde woman (Monica), who lets me in, and then immediately returns to the lounge area. A young brunette comes to the counter, and before I can get caught in the trap, I make my intentions clearly known…
DV: “I require Robi…”
Girl: “Robin isn’t working tonight”.
DV: “Really?”
Girl: “Really.”
DV: “For all the rotten lu… I mean – I KNEW that. I am Lord of the Spith.”
Girl: “I’m sure you are, honey. You can see Monica or Leah or…”.
As it turns out, the second “or” decided that she wasn’t available after all, subsequent to peeking around the corner to see me (we EVIL Lords have that effect on some, I’m afraid). Moreover, I am now talked into a session – something that wasn’t planned. Both ladies were attractive, and both were completely unknown to The Dark Side… but since Leah was nearly fully booked, and Monica’s itinerary was wide open, I chose to inflict my EVIL on Monica. I give counter-girl currency, and am walked back to the room.
After showering, I am clean, but not entirely “presentable”. This is because a session was not envisioned for the evening. Well, that and Spith Lords pay little attention to their beard growth. Call it a “Privilege of EVIL”.
Upon entering, Monica was quite the opposite. Medium height, blonde hair (tied up), curvy womanly body, showing better shaving etiquette than myself, she is quite attractive. Our “greeting” is good and cold… no niceties offered, nor were any required. Yes, she recognises the depth of the EVIL in the room, and she is entranced by it. YOU are MINE. Ha ha ha ha ha!
*THUMP-wheeze-THUMP-wheeeeeze-THUMP*
She comes in, and suggests I get comfortable. I agree to take off the mask, but the cape stays (because nothing says “cool” like a black cape), and if she gets oil on it, there will be EVIL to pay!
From there, conversation is sparse, but that is to be expected. The massage itself was… really, quite good. Very, very good, actually. Probably the best part of the session – and that, I find, is unusual (Spith Lords aren’t crazy about being touched by strangers).
Too soon, she asks if I would like to massage her. Being EVIL, I ask her if that’s what SHE would like… and when she says yes, I decide to do it – only, I’m going to do it poorly, so as to be EVIL.
So I massage her backside for a while. And a while longer. And longer. And longer. And, to be honest, I’d gotten more than a little bored of rubbing her bottom. I’m trying to use my EVIL mind control powers, saying “you will GET UP”… “YOU WILL GET UP”… but she must have been one of those flying Mexican aardvark thingies that are immune to my EVIL mind manipulation (in disguise, of course, because she looks much better than the flying Mexican aardvark thingies...).
Indeed, something else happens. He is resurrected from the brink by the forces of EVIL… a mechanical heart to replace the natural one, torn asunder by those whom he treasured the most… a mechanical liver to clean the blood, now that Al Cohol and his minions (ALL those Walkers are named “Johnnie”, you say?) have done a serious number on the original tissue….
Gone is “the bunny”. He is now half rabbit, half machine, but all EVIL. He is the bane of the Galaxy’s carrot patches and massage tables of the Greater Toronto Area.
He is… Darth Vermin; really, really EVIL Lord of the Spith.
Right… so, now that I’m “different” and all, I figure – what the heck. I’ll go let the Seraphim know that it’s OK to love me. After all, I’m EVIL now, and I’ll be a huge PRICK (note I said “be”… unfortunately, THAT wasn’t upgraded in the “makeover”...) to them, and I’ll treat them poorly, and I wear BLACK. Evil IS cool.
My first stop is to inform that girl at SRM. I sweep in there majestically, only to be unceremoniously stopped by a young lady behind the counter (she was attractive, and had both light and dark hair – a confusing message to those of us who see everything in black and white). As I begin to explain to her the purpose of my gracing their establishment, but she seems to have an agenda of her own, as could be seen in the exchange:
DV: “I a…”
Girl: “Do you have an appointment?”
…
DV: “No, I a…”
Girl: “We don’t have anyone until 10:00”
…
DV: “Really, I j…”
Girl (turning monitor): “Here is who is in at 10:00”
…
DV: “Is Joy here? Joy can fi…”
Girl (looking annoyed): “HERE is who is in at 10:00”
Even Lords of the Spith know when they aren’t going to win. So with a flick of the cape, I turn paws and move on to stop two – The Allure system – to inform a girl THERE.
The entrance to Allure was… well, less than Majestic. I’m locked out, and despite all of my magnificent EVIL powers… I’m reduced to “ringing the doorbell”. Hmmph.
The door is answered by a very attractive young blonde woman (Monica), who lets me in, and then immediately returns to the lounge area. A young brunette comes to the counter, and before I can get caught in the trap, I make my intentions clearly known…
DV: “I require Robi…”
Girl: “Robin isn’t working tonight”.
DV: “Really?”
Girl: “Really.”
DV: “For all the rotten lu… I mean – I KNEW that. I am Lord of the Spith.”
Girl: “I’m sure you are, honey. You can see Monica or Leah or…”.
As it turns out, the second “or” decided that she wasn’t available after all, subsequent to peeking around the corner to see me (we EVIL Lords have that effect on some, I’m afraid). Moreover, I am now talked into a session – something that wasn’t planned. Both ladies were attractive, and both were completely unknown to The Dark Side… but since Leah was nearly fully booked, and Monica’s itinerary was wide open, I chose to inflict my EVIL on Monica. I give counter-girl currency, and am walked back to the room.
After showering, I am clean, but not entirely “presentable”. This is because a session was not envisioned for the evening. Well, that and Spith Lords pay little attention to their beard growth. Call it a “Privilege of EVIL”.
Upon entering, Monica was quite the opposite. Medium height, blonde hair (tied up), curvy womanly body, showing better shaving etiquette than myself, she is quite attractive. Our “greeting” is good and cold… no niceties offered, nor were any required. Yes, she recognises the depth of the EVIL in the room, and she is entranced by it. YOU are MINE. Ha ha ha ha ha!
*THUMP-wheeze-THUMP-wheeeeeze-THUMP*
She comes in, and suggests I get comfortable. I agree to take off the mask, but the cape stays (because nothing says “cool” like a black cape), and if she gets oil on it, there will be EVIL to pay!
From there, conversation is sparse, but that is to be expected. The massage itself was… really, quite good. Very, very good, actually. Probably the best part of the session – and that, I find, is unusual (Spith Lords aren’t crazy about being touched by strangers).
Too soon, she asks if I would like to massage her. Being EVIL, I ask her if that’s what SHE would like… and when she says yes, I decide to do it – only, I’m going to do it poorly, so as to be EVIL.
So I massage her backside for a while. And a while longer. And longer. And longer. And, to be honest, I’d gotten more than a little bored of rubbing her bottom. I’m trying to use my EVIL mind control powers, saying “you will GET UP”… “YOU WILL GET UP”… but she must have been one of those flying Mexican aardvark thingies that are immune to my EVIL mind manipulation (in disguise, of course, because she looks much better than the flying Mexican aardvark thingies...).