[Fan Fiction] Cheap Innuendoes and Jokes (Mature Content may not be suitable for persons under 16 years of age.)

that was good tvperez it was cute great job on it was sort of funny in parts

While not really peverted or anything like that it is still funny.

Wow, it's been a while. I hope I still got it.

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Alan broke into the Wayneright Mansion. With the drill attachment ready, he approached Roger’s penthouse door. He placed his other hand on the doorknob. As he turned the knob he heard some strange sounds emanating from it.

“Oh, that’s it, girl. You know that’ll do,” a masculine voice cried out.

“You’re a louse, Roger Smith. I’ve been rubbing it all night and still you want more.”

“I’m still aching for it,” Roger pleaded. “Please, Dorothy. I want more.”

Alan giggled. It would be glorious to dismember Dorothy in front of her lover. A sensation I’ve been yearning for a long ti…

“Dorothy, what are you doing?” Roger’s voice screamed. “That’s not how you do it!”

“I know what you need, Mr. Negotiator,” Dorothy said sternly. “Now roll over”

“What?” Roger’s voice said in a nervous tone. “I don’t know if that’s the way…”

“Roll now!” Dorothy demanded.

This is intriguing. I wasn’t aware that Roger swung that way. After a brief moment of silence, Alan heard some sounds again.

“Stop it, it hurts,” Roger shouted in pain. “I can’t take it.”

“Shhhh, take it like a man,” Dorothy sounded annoyed by Roger’s complaints. “Norman does this to you all the time.”

“Yes, but he’s gentle,” Roger pouted. “You don’t know your own strength.”

Alan laughed. Debauched images of Roger in a compromising position filled his head.

“Shhh… Be quiet! You’ll wake up Norman!”

“I can’t take it please stop,” Roger cried. “Get off my back. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m almost there!” Dorothy assured. “Do you need more oil more oil on your…”

“Stop it….” Roger screamed out. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“Tell me you like it!”

“Please, don’t!”

“Tell me you like it or I’ll stop.”
“I like eeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh”

Alan became frightened and ran off. Killing him won’t be half as bad as whatever she’s doing to him.

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Dorothy removed herself from Roger, as he laid belly-down on his bed, with only a towel concealing his lower back. “You see, I told you I can massage away the knots in your back.”

“Yeah,” Roger said as he placed his hand on his lower back. “Did you have to be so rough?”

“Do you always complain when you are excited?” Dorothy faintly smirked.

Roger jumped off his bed, inadvertently exposing himself and shouted from the top of his lungs, “Rrrrrrr. Dorothy Wayneright!”

Dorothy took Angel up on those lessons after all, I see.

Mmmm. Rrrrrroger

Pygmalion

I don't know Tony, you seem a bit rusty. I caught on and assumed it was a massage when Dorothy told Roger to roll over.

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Originally posted by Wingnut I don't know Tony, you seem a bit rusty. I caught on and assumed it was a massage when Dorothy told Roger to roll over.

It was still fun

Almost all of these are obvious within four lines anyway.

Nice job, there, Tony.

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Originally posted by Dork quote: Originally posted by Wingnut I don't know Tony, you seem a bit rusty. I caught on and assumed it was a massage when Dorothy told Roger to roll over. It was still fun Almost all of these are obvious within four lines anyway. Nice job, there, Tony.

** Bows down **

I live to serve my fangirls, best buds and Wingnut (yeah, he rocks)! If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I really want to improve my writing skills (for a lack of a better term).

Today's cheap innuendo has no dialog at all...

... Just imagine Alan Gabriel eating an ice cream cone.

** Norman walked into darken kitchen. He tried to turn on the lights, but the power was out. In hope Roger Smith wouldn’t hurt himself while stumbling in the dark; he started towards the stairway where the backup generator stood.

He heard a noise emanating from the living room door. **

Roger’s Voice: ** Moans ** Dorothy, you do it so well.

Dorothy’s voice: I thought you’d like it. Honestly, I don’t know. I believe it comes from a memory I had.

Roger’s Voice: ** Moans louder** You mean Dorothy, the girl you were modeled after used to do this?

Dorothy’s Voice: Roger, she did a lot of things. Her first was at 13 and until her death she couldn’t get enough.

** Norman covered his mouth with his hand. He was appalled by Dorothy’s confession. Despite his disgusted, he wouldn’t dare remove his ear from the door. **

Roger’s Voice: Oh yeah… This is good, Dorothy… How many times a week did she do it?

Dorothy’s Voice: What do you mean by that? She did it multiple times a day. Sometimes she’d do it with two or three other people.

Roger’s voice: ** Moans louder** Ahhhhh…. Wow, she was very famous back then.

Dorothy’s Voice: Yes, she was. In fact, her fame almost became notoriety in the Wayneright home. Father caught her with three boys in her room. He chased them away.

Roger’s voice: ** moaning delightfully. ** What did he do next?

Dorothy’s voice: Well, he figured I was old enough for the talk. He gave me a demonstration on how to do it right. Despite reality, he couldn’t fathom that I was better than he is. ** brief ** If you are done, get up! It’s Norman’s turn.

Roger’s voice: That’s it? I am not done yet!

Dorothy’s voice: I can’t wait here until then. Finish off without me. I need to get Norman.

** Norman was shocked. Sure he was flattered, but the idea of Dorothy being so promiscuous and Roger so apathetic about her encounters with her own father. He started to walk away when he hear the door open from behind him. **

Dorothy: ** Flashing her head light on him ** Norman, why are you walking so fast?

Norman: I need to start up the generator.

Dorothy: Come back! You don’t need light to enjoy this!

Norman: ** Frantically ran down the stares ** I don’t do things like that!

Dorothy: ** Turns back and walks towards Roger, who was sitting on the table ** It seems Norman may be embarrassed.

Roger: Why would you say that?

Dorothy: I was about to ask what flavor of ice cream he wanted but he ran off shouting, “I don’t do things like that”. I think he’s lactose intolerant.

Roger: To bad, you do the best sundaes in Paradigm City. ** Blushes ** For an android.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for -- ice cream?

Pygmalion

Now that was a good one. An ice cream sundae of all things. Her first at 13? I would've thought she would've eaten one before then though. Although if at 13 she started makeing them herself then that makes sense.

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Originally posted by Wingnut Now that was a good one. An ice cream sundae of all things. Her first at 13? I would've thought she would've eaten one before then though. Although if at 13 she started makeing them herself then that makes sense.

Yes, the first ice cream sundae she had "done" or constructed as at 13. I am sure she was the greatest at it.