“Oh What a Night.” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

 

The crew of Hell’s Kitchen are now enjoying the game of Twister and of course the mountains of Pizza…but with every party, there is always a down side.  Read on and see.

Scene setting – The Party Room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was still feeling rather tipsy so her balance was a bit off, but she was able to maintain her footing. The music was of course fantastic and of good taste, and it definitely added to the situation. She couldn’t help but giggle at the others taking part in the game, and probably wouldn’t even care if they touched her in an ‘odd’ spot. This little game was rather fun, and it definitely helped to expose her lovely features. Loc was of course getting a kick out of that, and who knows he might just develop a taste for her lovely booty as well. Good thing she didn’t mind being the center of ones affection. In fact, she quite liked it. Too bad Loc was pretty much a simple minded monster, otherwise she might have had a chance at romance. Oh well! No big deal, right?

 

Moo:  With the particular song choice, Narcissa found herself moving to the beat all on her own. She even went as far as to sing out the lyrics, much like Loc was doing. Only…maybe a little more in tune. With the Doctor pointing to her and informing her just what color to move to, the monster giggled and made her way to the mat with all its pretty colors. “Right foot.. yellow!” she cried out happily, clapping her hands as her right foot moved to the intended spot. Thankfully it was clear by a few inches of Loc’s dribbling drool. And here came the chorus again. She and Loc cried it out together.“HOOOOOKED… ON A FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGG!” Laughter followed as Narcissa continued moving her arms and torso in a small dance, hopefully without knocking anyone over.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was laughter singing and a whole lot of booty wiggling. Yes, the crew sure knew how to party, and while the dial spun and the Doctor shouted out coloured dots and which hand or foot to put them on, the crew were starting to get tangled up in a rather large knot like pretzel. Loc slammed his right foot down on blue, and to do this he had to swing his leg up and over Igor. What this did was put Igor’s face right into the danger zone. He had his face right up to Loc’s enormous backside. He grimaced and whimpered, since he knew that Loc had had a whole lot of garlic prawn pizza. Loc…well, he was managing to twist his head around so he could still manage to see Roxanne’s bosoms – which were hanging precariously just shy of being fully exposed. One more booty wiggle should do the trick.

Doctor Wilhelm was the dial spinner and so he kept out of the game, but continued to sing out where the dial landed.

“Left hand red, Narcissa!”

“Right foot blue, Roxanne…”

“What’s that smell, Doctor?” Igor said from beneath the towering ass of Loc.

 

~PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT!~

Yep, the big guy let one go that could choke a donkey in under ten seconds.

~RB~

 

Temp:  “Riiiiiiight foooooooot bluuuuuuuuueeeeee!!!” Roxanne shouted in response to the Doctor’s words, and was quick to obey the rules of the game. Everything was going just great, until of course a nuclear bomb escaped Loc’s ass. As soon as she heard the PFFFT she bounced up and into the air until she slammed into the roof, which she actually went directly through up to a certain point. Her lower half was left dangling as her upper half was occupying what seemed to be a ventilation shaft. Her quick reaction had saved her from the nuke. “SSSSSSSSSAAAAFE!!!!!!!” She shouted and wiggled her legs about franticly, not at all caring about the fact that everyone below need only look up to enjoy the view.

 

Moo:  “Left hand red!!” Narcissa eagerly cried out as she slapped her hand down on the mat. She was just a bundle of joy; chipper and giggling rather frequently with the occasional hiccuping. It wasn’t until Loc’s fart from hell that the party broke up–quite literally, at that. Poor Igor! Narcissa stopped her already unnecessary breathing while her eyes widened to the size of saucers, being quiet for the first time tonight for a mere thirty seconds before SOMEHOW Roxanne launched herself into the ceiling. Then she died–in a metaphorical sense–falling over with laughter. She rolled on the ground while her giggles erupted, only becoming silenced with a rather rough hiccup, followed by Roxanne’sSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!! This was the best party Narcissa had ever attended!

Razorbackwriter:  When a chemical attack happens in the laboratory, such as the kind that erupted from Loc’s backside; the Doctor was ever ready to deal with such occurrences. Out of nowhere he managed to find a gas mask and promptly put it on his head, saving him from having to inhale the noxious and foul smelling odors that were coming from the creation’s rear. Igor, had gone cross eyed and promptly fainted in behind Narcissa, who was now rolling around on the ground laughing and giggling like there was no tomorrow.

Taking out a clip board, the Doctor ticked off a sheet of paper, that was Loc’s evaluation form.

“Effective in chemical warfare….and twister. Check!”

With the flair of a showman, he made a huge red tick on the paper, before looking up at the dangling legs of one stuck Nursey. All he could hear coming from her was the shouting of the word – “SSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!!”

“Indeed.” The doctor’s voice was somehow muffled from within the gas mask. He tapped Loc on the back and pointed straight up to the twitching feet of Roxanne.

“Loc…you might want to help her down. I do believe she’s stuck between floors.”

Loc, had no idea that the bodacious nurse was capable of jumping that high, or for surviving crashing through the roof. He reached for one of her feet and gave it a good and powerful tug.

“Loc….help”

He would too. By pulling on Roxanne’s leg, not only would he be able to bring her down, but also large parts of the ceiling.

The Doctor finally whipped off his gas mask and turned on the extractor fans for the room, to help clear the air. Wilhelm took a deep breath and then let out a happy sigh. “Well, I dare say that Igor is the winner.”

Looking down, Igor managed to have his hands and feet on all the right dots. Mind you, he was out cold.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne’s lower half was wiggling around rather sporadically as she hid her top half from the nuke that was let off below. She didn’t really care that she’d sprung through the ceiling since she’d pretty much saved her own life. When she was eventually pulled down from the ceiling, she brought multiple chunks of it with her. The debris and her pretty much toppled down onto Loc, but it was doubtful that it’d have any effect on on the big guy. “Man that was clooooooooose!” It was a nearly deadly incident, but she had avoided it with her super jumping maneuver.

 

 

Moo:  About the time that the ceiling came free with Roxanne was when Narcissa had sobered up enough to stand. Shaking away the dust and bits of material from her body and head, Narcissa sneezed at the dust particles. “Very close!” she agreed brightly with the nurse. Leaning down, the monster picked Igor up by his arm; the poor hunchback was knocked cold from that smelly Loc-Bomb. Hearing he was the winner of Twister, Narcissa let out a loud and exaggerated aaawwww! She was really looking forward to winning that! Pouting while she looked at the unconscious fellow she held up, Narcissa moved to set him down in nearby chair. “Igor’s so good at games.” Patting some dust from the hunchback’s head, she turned back to smile brightly at the rest of the group. At least none of the pizza was ruined, save the top box or two that had been open. More food for the Frankesteinian!

 

Razorbackwriter:  With parts of the ceiling flaking down in chunks, it took some fancy dancing and footwork to avoid being hit. The Doctor was incredibly light on his feet and soft shoe shuffled out of harms way, as Roxanne was prized from the ceiling by her besotted Loc. The great lumbering giant handled Roxanne delicately and placed her down on the ground safely, but not before giving her backside a cheeky pat. Oh the creation was getting game, but who could blame him? She was gorgeous in her ball gown and concrete dust. Narcissa was of course on the ball, and saved Igor from further damage. Being knocked out from the fumes that emitted from Loc’s rear, it would take a bit to wake him and that was a job best left for the girly Frankenstein girl.

“Igor’s so good at games.”

“The man has a lucky hump! Aha.” The Doctor added, as he swept a few last bits of ceiling debris off his shoulders. Igor woke and spluttered as he had been quite out of it. “Anyone get the number of that bus?” he honestly thought he had been knocked over by one.

“No, Igor. But you did win Twister!” That was a consolation in a way. Not that the Doctor had any special prizes for this. The Doctor went over to the massive piles of pizza and handed Igor one of the top boxes. “Have another pizza, Igor.” He gave the hunchback’s back a pat, and then smiled to the rest of his crew.

“And so, my wonderful crew…I think I might turn in. It has been a night to remember. Girls, be sure to put the left over pizza in the fridge. Nothing like cold pizza for breakfast….what what!” The Doctor then winked at Loc. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Maybe he thought Roxanne and the giant creation would have their own party. Who knows? Wilhelm bowed politely before his team of wonderful misfits, and then headed out the party room to head for his chambers.

As he walked, he hummed a song to himself.

“Sweet surrender, oh what a night..”

~RB~

 

OOGA OOGA CHAKA! – SS

The Hell’s Kitchen crew start the party off with an innocent game of Twister.  That is till Roxanne puts her right foot green.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen party room :  Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne had been happily noming away at the Pizza and drinks. There had been a fair bit of soda brought in with the pizza, but Roxanne had other plans. While the others were partying away she had busted out her private stash of booze. She sipped away at the various drinks that she made and giggled happily as Loc rested upon her bodacious breasts. Hell the guy could probably play with them at this point and she wouldn’t even notice. While the others danced she simply sat still eating and drinking away. She bobbed her head back and forth to the music without a care in the world. Any jealousy that she might have had towards Narcissa being the Doctors dancing partner was simply not present, but that was thanks to the booze.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had long since abandoned her shoes, grabbing a slice of pizza to chomp away at during the minutes of freedom she had left. There was nothing better than food! She took a huge bite while Wilhelm started up the music, bobbing her head while she chewed and swallowed. Her free hand was taken only moments later, being spun about the room while she giggled and laughed, somehow managing to hold onto the rest of her slice before tossing it on the table they swept past. Oh well.“Doctor is good on his feet!” she remarked lightheartedly. Narcissa was of course oblivious to the fact that Roxanne was drinking a special stash of her own booze. She was most likely oblivious to the fact that the nurse drank in the first place. She waved, looking genuinely happy to see the nurse in good spirits with Loc nearly fondling her breasts at this point.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Wilhelm’s cheeks shone with a rosy flare when Narcissa said that the Doctor was good on his feet. He had always been fond of dancing ever since he watched John Travolta strut his stuff on the big movie screen. Wilhelm was not that good, but for what he lacked in style, he made up for with enthusiasm in every step. He beamed at each of his crew as he passed them on the small checkered dance floor, only stopping when the song changed to something of a slower tempo. Igor at this point was flat on his face, since the poor sod kept getting knocked over by the Doctor’s wayward leg kicks.

“Not a time to be lying down on the job, Igor. Up….up up! It’s time to party.”

He snatched up Igor by the collar and gave him a light dusting off. Igor of course a little out of breath but more than happy not to still be on his face.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Gracious as ever. If it was one thing the crew had…it was manners. They were a unique bunch in Hell. They had a strong work ethic, but when it came to down time….they did it better than any other place. Not consumed by the Sins of the Creed. Let the Royals have at that all they liked.

The Doctor picked up the spin wheel chart, to start off the game of Twister, unaware that Roxanne was helping herself to her private stash. This game could get a little silly if the contestants were off their face.

 

“Okay, my lovelies….Let’s play!” The Doctor spun the needle and then pointed to Roxanne. “Enough pizza and pop. You’re first. Right hand green!” He waited with a smile to see Roxanne take her place on the mat. One thing was for sure, Loc was going to love this game. The creation got up from his comfy head rest and thundered over to the Doctor on the sidelines to watch his favorite nursey….bend over.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t been paying much attention to the things going on around her. Most of her thoughts were a jumbled mess at the moment due to her pounding down several drinks. Thankfully she wasn’t really needed for anything at this time, so her lack of comments and participation would go mostly unnoticed. Of course, that all changed when the Doctor decided to bust out the game of Twister. She tilted her head curiously as she watched the mat get set up, but didn’t react until the Doctor called for her. She was sure to comply immediately, and skipped over to the mat in a bit of a wobbly fashion. Once she was there she did as the game demanded of her, which consisted of her bending over completely. Though, she did it a bit slower than necessary and looked back at the others while she did so. For whatever reason, she felt like playing the tease at the moment. She was flexible, so toying with them while she played wouldn’t be any problem.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s dancing was up to speed–with Wilhelm, anyway. She never once tripped or tumbled, even in her ball gown. She never really questioned the aspect of playing Twister while wearing such regal gowns and suits. Her mind was on the fun! Endless fun for the entire crew! Even Igor would have a hand in this, though he spent the first portion of the party on his face. The poor hunchback would have to be picked up by Wilhelm once the music stopped, leaving Narcissa to giggle and hold her head in place while her entire body wobbled and swayed. It was almost as if she was drunk, simply from the dizziness the dancing provided. Watching as the mat was finally finished with the set up, the good Doctor was sure to allow Roxanne the pleasure of being first to move. Narcissa gave a loud cheer, clapping her hands–as simple as this was in the beginning, it looked as though it was taking a bit of effort on Roxanne’s part.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor, Loc and the Doctor all tilted over at the same time as Roxanne bent over and flashed those gorgeous rounded jubless of hers. Even the Doctor had to admit, they were something, and we all know what Loc thought. He had proven his affection for those breasts more than once since his awakening. Narcissa, well she was bouncing and clapping – clearly loving every minute of the fun and games that they five were getting into.

Straightening up, the Doctor spun the wheel and it landed on left hand red. “Righto Loc. Slap one of your hands down on a red dot.” Loc looked dumbfounded at first and held up both his hands, staring at each one. The poor giant had no idea which was left and right. He started to whimper till Igor hobbled over and grabbed a sharpie, then writing LEFT on his left hand and then a big RIGHT on his other hand.

Holding up the left hand, he wiggled it. “This one…on the red dot.”

“RED!”

“Yes…red. Go on.”

Loc slammed down his left hand, bending over and then realizing he had a better view of Roxanne’s breasts. Oh…he liked this game. He started to dribble on the mat as he was transfixed by those lovely mounds. Yes, this was a game he now loved. The doctor chuckled as he spun the dial again and pointed at Narcissa. “Right foot yellow!” He wobbled his head as the tune on the jukebox played a classic that really said a lot about the crew.

“Hooked on a feeling.”

Next it was Igor’s turn.

“Left hand blue, Igor!”

The hunchback was walking around trying to see a way in and nearly walked right into Loc’s backside. He barely missed it and wiped away a few beads of sweat. Seeing an opening, he stuck down his hand and started to wiggle to the song.

Loc…burst into song.

“HOOOOKED…..ON A…FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!”

 

~RB~

 

“Let’s Party!” – SS.

 

For the crew of Hell’s Kitchen, the Masked Ball of Greed turned out to be a fizzer before they could even get in the door.  So, what do you do when you are all dressed up and no place to go?  Throw your own party!

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The roar of the roadster could be heard coming up the cobblestone drive of Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory, with the scent of pizza and garlic bread wafting from inside the car. The horn beeped twice, as the Doctor shut off the engine. “Well, wasn’t quite the night I had hoped, but this…this is my kinda after party. Pizza and twister!” Yes, the crew were going to be in for a night of fun till the wee hours, eating Mario’s pizza and playing that family fun floor game Twister.

From inside the lab, Igor came running out to see that the roadster was back. He was a bit curious as to why they were back so early. The Doctor who had already gotten out and was making his way to the back of the roadster to hand Loc the 50 or so pizza boxes, laughed loudly when he saw Igor’s gob smacked expression.

“Master….what happened? Why all the pizza?”

“Because my ever faithful humpy. The Greed Ball was a Ball room Blitz. In every sense of the word. We were locked out, and then everyone ran helter skelter out into the town. I dare say that Greed is going to be closed for renovations for some time.”

If the Doctor was at all upset about the whole thing, he didn’t seem it. Passing Loc five pizza boxes at a time. Loc was very agile at managing to juggle the towering boxes of pizza. The Doctor went to open the doors for Roxanne and Narcissa and sung out. “Don’t leave the garlic bread in the car…you know how much it can stink up the place. Ah ha ha!”

Once the girls had the sides, the bottles of soda and garlic bread, the four would all head inside to have a good night after all.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been slightly disappointed by the Ball being a bit of a letdown, but she really didn’t let it show. She had remained happy and cheerful throughout the entirety of their trip, singing and dancing along in the vehicle along the way. Keeping everyone in good spirits was important, especially when they had something like Loc with them. She made sure to keep him entertained and happy with the things he liked most, boobs. Thankfully, that was rather easily accomplished thanks to her outfit. They were practically popping out already!

Everything was saved from disaster though, thanks to the quick thinking of the lovely Doctor. It would be a private pizza party! Food, booze, dancing, singing, stripping, who knows! It could all happen! She was surely to keep lively and skipped about happily, not minding Loc’s precision aim on her bouncing betties. Once they were all situated and had all the items in place, she clapped her hands together in excitement. “It’s party time everyone!” She went ahead and blew on a party confection, which made a silly buzzing sound. It would be wise to make the best out of this little party, or at least that’s what she felt she should do.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s disappointment faded rather quickly…almost as soon as she had situated herself in the roadster, she had planted a permanent grin on her face. Her mood remained giddy while she listened to Loc and Roxanne having fun, her bodacious boobies keeping his eyes glued and smile big. With their finally getting back to Hell’s Kitchen, they had bought tons of pizza; all of which she would gladly eat if nobody else did. Narcissa was like a bottomless pit, and she wondered if Loc would be the same way. Completely excited upon exiting the car, she laughed at the good Doctor’s jokes and puns. Nodding her head while the two girls were told to carry items themselves, Narcissa gladly took as much as she could carry. The nurse’s statement about it being time to party granted the monster a laugh, squealing in excitement while they were all shuffled into the place. “I’m good at Twister and pizza!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Good Doctor held the door open for each of his crew to pass though in turn. Roxanne and Igor, and of course the creation Loc with the mountain of pizza along with the squealing Narcissa – who declared she was good at Twister and Pizza. That earned her a right cheeky smack on the backside as she was the last to enter the Laboratory. As the Doctor was about to go inside, he turned over the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED DUE TO PIZZA PARTY” (aha) and then closed the door behind him. He strolled in and whipped off his top hat, tossing it without even looking and landing with a light spin on the hat rack. Talk about marksman like aim.

There was a long table in the recreation room, along with a fifties style juke box and a bar. Everything the crew needed to have themselves their own fancy ball. There would be dancing, there would be horror – if Igor tried to sing along. Oh the night was still young. The Doctor was still wearing his mask, and as soon as Narcissa set down her pizza boxes, he would slam his fist down on the top of the juke box, as a record swung over into place.

Music filled the room, along with the outdoor party lighting all bursting into colour. A disco ball dropped down from the ceiling and started to rotate – sending flashing lights all over the room. Wilhelm pulled on his tie and it loosened slightly, giving him a very roguish air. He may not have been a Prince of hell….but this man knew how to party.

“Let’s party like it’s 1969!….Babies!”

The Doctor reached for Narcissa’s hand and twirled her around the room.

Loc already had a mouth full of pizza and was leaning his head on Roxanne’s boobies…..The creation was in heaven. Igor was trying to lay out the twister mat, and every time that the Doctor and Narcissa swung past, he got knocked flat onto the mat.

Oh what a night!

 

 

~RB~