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| Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het. | |
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| Verity | September 27, 2007, 4:45 pm Post #376 |
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The Story Girl
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We're staying at a better motel now. I actually got to go to the vending machine without anyone asking me if I wanted to buy any drugs. Chapter 101- James Helps a Friend in Need “I fucking hate Lars Ulrich!” Cliff declared as he stalked up to his room. “He has to ruin everything for me. He tried to kick me out of the band, and now he’s the reason Emily won’t give me a chance. I’m sick of the little Danish queefe!” Cliff threw himself down on the bed and began to peel off his nicotine patches. “And I’m sick of these fuckers too!” he wailed as he ripped off each and every nicotine patch. They were itchy, and they made his arms sticky. He was sick and tired of wearing them, plus they distracted him whenever he played bass. Cliff hunted around on his trashed bedside table and located a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit the cigarette in record time and gratefully inhaled. He knew that he had broken his promise to Cecily, but it was partly his mother’s fault. “I don’t need that little imp’s help!” Cliff declared. “I’ll find Cecily’s mother even if I have to fly back to Denmark myself to do it.” He reached over for his bedside phone only to find out that it was missing. James had a habit of snatching up Cliff’s phone since he didn’t have one in his own room. He also had snatched up a box of pecan clusters that Cliff had been saving for the next time that he had the munchies. “Damn it,” Cliff muttered as he got up off the bed. “And I’m sick of hyper dick James pawing through my shit all the time!” Cliff, with cigarette in hand made his way out to the hallway. James was sitting against the wall with a beer in one hand, and Cliff’s phone in his lap. He was trying to coax Philippa into giving him a second chance. After all, her tits were well worth it. Cliff marched up to the phone jack that was in the wall and unplugged the phone. “Hey!” James exclaimed. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Get your own fucking phone!” Cliff snapped as he dragged the phone by it’s cord over to his bedroom, causing the base and receiver of the phone to get beat up in the process as it dragged against Josephine’s gorgeous redwood floor. “You’re running your Aunt’s floor!” James bellowed. “Fuck it,” Cliff snarled and flipped off James. “But I have chicks to call!” James ranted. “I can’t help it if you don’t have any puss to call.” “Well I have a very important phone call regarding Cecily,” Cliff said shortly. He took a drag on his cigarette. “It’s your fault that I have to make the call in the first place! And I want my pecan clusters too!” “I’d have to puke those up,” James said as he took a swig of beer and belched to prove it. Cliff slammed the door of his bedroom shut and plugged his phone back into his wall where it belonged. Because he had quit smoking, Brunhilda had cleared the ashtrays out of his room so he had to use one of the empty beer bottles that was on his bedside table instead. Cliff dialed the Hotel Iroquois’s phone number. “This is Cliff!” he barked into the phone as if it would mean something. “I need to speak with Claudia your pastry chef.” “Claudia doesn’t work here anymore,” a male voice replied. “Well then where in the hell does she work?” Cliff demanded. Little did he know that James and beer had meandered into the bedroom and was listening to the conversation. “Is this another one of her boyfriends?” the clerk asked. “She doesn’t want any of her ex boyfriends knowing where she went.” “I’m Cecily’s father,” Cliff sort of lied. “Really?” the clerk asked. “Wow. It’s Hotel Iroquois Mythology that no one knows who that kid’s dad really is.” “Well it’s me,” Cliff retorted. “I need to know where Claudia went. It’s important, and it’s regarding her daughter.” “Well I’m very sorry Mr. Burton,” the clerk replied. “But I was instructed by Claudia herself to not give the location of her whereabouts. She said she wanted to start life a new.” “It’s urgent,” Cliff pressed. “I don’t really think that Claudia liked Cecily’s father too much,” said the clerk. “You best just leave her alone.” “But I just have to speak with her!” Cliff desperately wailed. “It means the world to me!” “I’m sorry but I can’t give you Claudia’s information,” snapped the desk clerk. Just then, James slammed Cliff upside the head, causing Cliff to drop the phone receiver. “James you fuck!” Cliff squealed. “Don’t disconnect me! It’s a call long distance!” James intercepted the phone. “Look dude,” he said into it to the desk clerk. “Claudia’s little brat is sick in the hospital with cancer. She’s got forty-eight hours to live, and she’d like to speak with her Mommy one last time before she bites it, so I suggest that you get Claudia’s ass on the phone.” “Oh my!” gasped the shocked desk clerk. “I’ll have her call you within the next half hour.” “Thank you,” James said more politely. He gave the clerk Aunt Josephine’s phone number. “Thanks again, ciao.” James hung up the phone and then turned to Cliff. “She’ll be calling you shortly,” he said. “I never thought that I’d be saying this,” said Cliff. “But James you’re a fucking genius. How can I ever thank you?” “Hey man,” James shrugged. “I’m the one who got you into this mess. At least I got you out of it.” “Thanks for the help,” said Cliff. “If Claudia gives consent, I won’t even have to go through Social Services in order to keep Cecily.” “Which is good because I need the little fucker to help me pick up chicks,” James replied. “Especially since I don’t think that I’m going to get Philippa back.” “I’m sorry about Philippa,” Cliff said. “I know she was really fun in bed.” “I liked her boobs,” James lamented. The two were sitting on the edge of Cliff’s bed. James offered Cliff a swig of his beer which he accepted. Cliff lit another cigarette. “You’re smoking again,” he observed. “Yeah,” Cliff sighed. “I’m weak. I’m having a rough week between trying to keep Cecily, and chick issues.” “Chick issues?” James repeated. “Dude, I’m the one with the chick issues.” “You have many issues James,” said Cliff as he flicked his ashes into an empty beer bottle. “I’ve really started liking Emily a lot.” “Join the club,” said James. “I bet she’s a freak in the sack man. Sometimes the nicer girls are the freakiest. I once banged this one librarian chick in Sweden and she went fucking nuts on me. She started licking the inside of my assho-” “Jesus James!” Cliff yelped. “That’s fucking gross man. Emily isn’t into me. She’s into Lars.” James spat out the beer that he was drinking. “You’re fucking kidding me right?” he asked. “Lars despises Emily, and Emily loathes Lars. She hates how he treats Cecily.” “That’s what I thought,” Cliff replied. “But they were getting cozy on the couch earlier.” “I wouldn’t believe the hype,” James said as he kicked off his shoes. “You want to know who Emily really wants?” “You?” Cliff guessed. “She did want me once,” answered James. “At some point, every woman wants the Het. But as of now she wants you.” “No she doesn’t,” said Cliff. “Trust me on this one.” “Cliff, she has an apprenticeship in Denmark that she’s up and left to come to San Francisco,” said James. “Yeah, I made her come over here with me but that was weeks ago. She’s still here. What the fuck is she doing here?” “Trying to help me keep Cecily,” replied Cliff. “Cliff,” James went on. “The only fucking reason that I brought Emily over to the United States in the first place was to get you back in the band. We had Emily all in this hoochie dress and everything to lure you back, and she was willing to do it. Chicks don’t do shit like that to land some skank guy that they don’t want. She wanted to come to San Francisco with us and she wanted to help get you back into the band, even if she had to use herself to do it.” “Really?” Cliff asked stunned. “She was so fucking worried that you wouldn’t like the dress we picked out for her to wear. And then Kirk puked all over her, so she had to wear these stupid sweats. She was so worried about what you’d think of her wearing sweats.” “Really?” Cliff said again. “Oh yes,” said James. “I should know because I fucking traveled half around the world with her. Everything was Cliff this, Cliff that.” A huge smile broke out onto Cliff’s face as he grounded out his cigarette. “Cess was right then,” he said. “She was just playing hard to get. She’s trying to yank my chain.” “You got it,” James nodded. “She’s like a dog who plays with it’s prey before they eat it. She’s just messing with you before she lays with you man.” Cliff gave James a hug. “Thanks man,” he said. “I feel so much better. I think I’m going to go downstairs and see if Emily wants to have lunch with me.” “There’s nothing like a noontime fuck,” James commented as he watched Cliff leap off of the bed, run a quick comb through his hair, and then go sprinting out of the room. “I haven’t seen Cliff move that fast since drug sniffing dogs sniffed out pot in his bass case,” James sighed as he rummaged around Cliff’s room for more candy. He found a bag of M&M’s stashed under a bag of weed and illegal Cuban cigars. “I think I helped the guy out enough,” James said to himself as he helped himself to the candy. “I stretched the truth about Emily a bit, but the dude needs it. It was the least that I could do for screwing up things with Cecily. Fuck, I think I deserve the Cuban Cigars too. And he stuffed them into his pocket along with all of Cliff’s candy… |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 27, 2007, 4:59 pm Post #377 |
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Heavy Metal Seanchai
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James, you naughty boy Go Cliff!
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| Raluque | September 28, 2007, 2:16 am Post #378 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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i submit to that! go, go, go cliff!!!! but seriously, it's good that james feels some guilt. it shows he has a conscience can't wait to see what happens next!oh, and don't worry about the hotel. i once booked an entire sucky fieldtrip, for 3 days, and i wasn't even on it, so... |
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| Shayi | September 28, 2007, 3:53 am Post #379 |
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Oh god... this just gets better every time and I don't know how you do it! All the drama with Lars being a complete asshole in the last part - poor Cliff getting the wrong end of the stick over the whole affair... magic. And you know, I really loved this last part as well. It's so good to see another facet of James' character. It's bits like this where you make them seem so three dimensional, give them true depth. Yes there is a lot more to James than a guy who likes to bang as many chicks as possible, he's also fairly decent under it all. And for once, I'd say he does deserve a cuban cigar - he's actually being useful, kind and rather perceptive when it comes to Emily. In fact, I'd say that he deserves another round with Phillipa and her fabulous tits ;) As for Cliff - I'm glad that he's finally got a little bit of hope back when it comes to Emily. He may have somewhat fallen off the wagon with his smoking, but I'm sure that if they ever managed to sort themselves out, Emily will straighten him out! I just hope that things can be sorted out in time for Cecily to stay with them. I just have to add that for once I am very impressed by James' underhand and sneaky dealings on the phone. I just hope that it works out for them! So yes, as always, amazing. I love the fact that you've explored another of the characters so well, it just adds layers to the story. Fantastic work, it truly is (And I'm glad you aren't getting hassled by druggies at vending machines! ;) ) |
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| MissMetallica;; | September 28, 2007, 4:49 am Post #380 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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james was a great friend in this last chapter. coming in and helping cliff out with claudia was admirable. good job james! its good that cliff has cheered up a bit about emily. something might happen. *hopes* as always, a fantastic update :):) |
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| Verity | September 29, 2007, 2:40 am Post #381 |
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The Story Girl
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Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I wrote this in the car and it was sunny and hard to read the screen as I typed. You people rock. Chapter 102- Claudia’s Deal “I can’t believe that James actually managed to get Claudia to call here,” said Emily. Cliff had caught Emily on her way out the door and had filled her in on James’s brilliant plan, which was a hell of a lot more economical and efficient than hiring a private detective. “Well she hasn’t called us yet,” Cliff reminded her. “I guess I’ll have to tell her that her daughter isn’t really dying of cancer.” “James is the axis of evil,” Emily sighed. “I can make you lunch,” Cliff offered. “I’ve gotten real good at making lunches since I make Cecily’s everyday.” “That’s so sweet how you always make her lunch instead of having Brunhilda do it,” Emily replied. “Brunhilda has enough shit to do in the mornings,” said Cliff. “Especially since Lars is living here. He always orders such lavish breakfasts. Plus, Cecily is my responsibility and it’s up to me to take care of her.” “That’s why I really hope that we can find Claudia so that she can sign over her parental rights to you,” Emily replied. “Cecily is so lucky to have you.” “I guess,” Cliff muttered as he started to dole out pieces of bread on plates. “But then again, you did tell me last night that I’m a loser.” “I was joking Cliff,” Emily defended. “You’re not a loser.” “I am too,” Cliff muttered as he popped open a bottle of champagne. He didn’t know if it was right to serve champagne with lunch but Emily seemed to like it. “I’m a loser because I started smoking again.” “Clifford!” Emily scolded. “You had made so much progress.” “Don’t call me Clifford,” Cliff retorted. “I fucking hate it. It sounds like a name for an Oldsmobile. All the stress that I’ve had lately made me start up again.” He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth. He began to hunt around for his lighter. Emily intercepted the cigarette out of Cliff’s mouth and chucked it into the sink. “You went all the way to find Claudia just so you could keep Cecily,” she said. “You don’t want to lose her because you started smoking again. We need to get you an electric shock collar that goes off every time you light up. We’ll put it around your neck and I can control it with a little remote control.” “I’m sure you’d like that,” Cliff quipped as he downed his champagne. It didn’t go very well with the beer and the cigarettes. “I’m also a loser because I can’t get myself a girl. Cecily will never have a mother figure.” “She has your aunt,” Emily pointed out as she polished off her champagne. “And your mother.” “They’re old,” Cliff sighed. “I don’t intend on staying with my Aunt forever. Someday I want to get a little place for me and Cecily, and once I do she’ll only see my aunt once a week maybe. I don’t want Cecily growing up to only have some sort of mother once a week or so. Her stupid school has a mother daughter lunch thing too. She’ll have no one to attend.” “I could go,” Emily offered. “It’s in the spring sometime,” said Cliff. “You’ll be long gone.” He refilled her champagne glass. Emily was quiet. “Maybe I could fly in for it,” she suggested. “But then again, by spring you’ll be seeing some other girl who can stand in for Cecily’s mother.” “I seriously doubt that,” said Cliff as he finished off his champagne and frowned. It didn’t taste nearly as good as he had remembered it. Actually it was kind of nasty shit. How in the hell did Emily manage to even drink it? “At least you have given me hope,” he said as he poured Emily more champagne. “What?” Emily asked as she frowned at the champagne glass. She’d never be able to drive home. “You’ve given me hope because I now know that people can be really nice to Cecily,” said Cliff. “It’s rare to find someone who actually doesn’t mind looking after someone else’s kid.” “You did it,” Emily pointed out. “I guess you’re one of those people.” “And so are you,” Cliff said. “We have something in common.” “Cliff, I already told you no relationship,” Emily said. “If you’re trying to get me drunk to change my mind, it’s not going to work.” She pushed away her glass of champagne. “Oh come on Emily,” Cliff retorted. “I’m not that bad really.” “The fact that you want a mother for Cecily is not a good enough reason to have a relationship,” said Emily. “Why don’t you hire her a nanny?” “Because that costs too much money,” answered Cliff as he opened a nice, cold, beer, much better going down than champagne. “And you keep Cecily very well dressed. I can’t dress Cecily the way that you can. If you had me buying her clothes I’d have the kid dressed in bellbottoms, Black Sabbath T-shirts, and garbage bags. Then she wouldn’t have any friends.” “Then you need to hire Cecily a stylist,” retorted Emily. “We have no reason to have a relationship together.” “What about just for the hell of it?” Cliff asked. “That’s a plenty good reason.” “Cliff,” Emily sighed. “Or what about just for the fun of it?” Cliff asked. “I can be fun.” “Cliff, sitting around watching Miami Vice with your aunt and going to bed at nine o’clock isn’t my idea of fun,” Emily replied. “That’s why I need you then,” said Cliff. The combination of the beer, cigarettes, champagne, and James’s little pep talk made him feel braver. He set down his beer, stepped forward towards Emily, and kissed her right on the lips. This time, he opted not to grab at her ass. Cecily was just about to burst into the kitchen. She wanted to ask Cliff if it was alright for her to go to Mandie’s birthday party next weekend, if she wasn’t already shipped off to the orphanage. As soon as she saw Cliff and Emily she stopped, and immediately ran out of the room, smacking right into Mrs. Burton. “Slow down Cecily dear!” gasped Mrs. Burton. “You’ll only make yourself faint running through the house like that.” “I haven’t fainted since I came to San Francisco,” Cecily boasted proudly. “I just saw the most beautiful sight in the world.” “That’s nice dear,” Mrs. Burton said as she pushed Cecily out of her way. “Why don’t you go run along now and keep Cliff out of trouble?” “Because Miss Emily is keeping him out of trouble,” said Cecily. “Cecily, that’s nonsense,” said Mrs. Burton. “Cliff has tortured that poor girl enough. It’s a wonder that she can even be in the same room with him.” “You should see them in the kitchen,” said Cecily. Mrs. Burton poked her head into the kitchen. Her mouth dropped open. Cecily wasn’t telling nonsense. She turned to Cecily. “I think we should make sure that Cliff and Emily get some time alone,” she said. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” said Cecily happily. “Now if only my mother could be found so that I can ask her to let me stay here.” “You miss your mother don’t you?” Mrs. Burton asked. “Yes,” Cecily admitted. “Even though she always told me that I was a bother and in the way. Cliff is wonderful to me. He’s perfect but he won’t let me put makeup on him or braid his hair. He says that no one fucks with his hair.” Cecily!” Mrs. Burton scolded. “Watch your mouth. I’m going to have to sit you and Cliff both down and wash out both of your mouths.” Cliff and Emily were interrupted by one thing: the ringing of the phone. “That must be Claudia!” he exclaimed as he pulled away from a confused Emily, who wasn’t sure what to feel. Cliff leapt to pick up the phone. “Where’s Cecily?” Claudia’s voice barked from the other end. “She’s fine,” said Cliff. “How in the hell can she be fine?” Claudia demanded. “She has cancer. She’s dying.” “She doesn’t have cancer,” Cliff replied. “We just told you that to get you to call.” “You lied to me?” Claudia shrieked. “You lied to me by telling me that my daughter, my whole entire world is dying.” “If she’s your whole entire world, why’d you go off and leave the hotel without even leaving a number for her to contact you at?” Cliff shot. “Cecily was crushed. She thought that you abandoned her.” Claudia was silent. Cliff went on. “I desperately need your help. I want to be Cecily’s legal guardian but I need you to sign a waiver for me, or else they’ll send Cecily off to an orphanage, unless you’re willing to take her.” “I can’t take Cecily back right now,” said Claudia. “I’m just not in a very good place in my life right now. I’m broke. I have no money.” “I’m broke too, but my aunt isn’t,” said Cliff. “Will you help me?” “I will,” Claudia replied. “On one condition.” “Oh God,” Cliff muttered. “What is it?” “I want to see Cecily one last time,” Claudia said. “I need to set her straight, and tell her that she wasn’t abandoned. I just don’t have the means to care for her as I should. She gets sick a lot with her fainting, and I can’t even pay to take her to a doctor.” Cliff neglected to tell Claudia that Cecily hadn’t fainted once while she was under his care. “You can fly over here and see her,” he said. “I can’t send her to you. She’s in school here.” “I don’t have money for the ticket,” said Claudia. They were silent. Cliff knew what Claudia was getting at. “Alright,” he sighed. “My aunt can pay for your ticket, and you can stay here.” “Oh thank you Cliff!” Claudia gasped. “I’ll just feel so much better having some closure with my little daughter. You’ve been so good to her.” “She’s been good for me,” replied Cliff. He wasn’t that thrilled with having Claudia come over to the United States. He also didn’t know why she was being so nice. Usually she bitched at him constantly. Maybe she wanted to get some dick from James again. “Cecily is very lucky little girl to have found you,” Claudia complimented. “You’re a wonderful father to her, and I’m sure that you’re a wonderful boyfriend to some lucky girl as well.” “That’s what I keep trying to tell her,” Cliff mumbled, while looking at Emily. “You have to sign that waiver for me though.” “I will Cliff,” Claudia promised. “Can I call you Clifford?” “No,” Cliff replied. “When do you want to fly in?” “As soon as possible,” said Claudia cheerfully. “I can’t wait to see my little girl again, and I can’t wait to see you. And to get to know you better…” |
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| Raluque | September 29, 2007, 3:11 am Post #382 |
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isn't she a little bich! claudia i mean. talk about hidden thoughts and ulterior motives... love love love that they finally got to kiss, even if they got interrupted... again. awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! hope everything works out without too much drama because of claudia... update soon. thank you!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 29, 2007, 8:22 am Post #383 |
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Awww, they got to kiss I hope Claudia doesn't take Cecily away and she signs the waiver form. Go Cliff and Emily! :horns2
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| Raedoll | September 29, 2007, 9:06 am Post #384 |
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I hope that Claudia won't try to be a Leech and try to get Cliff in the sack. That would ruin everything...James and Cliff together are funny, I'm glad Cliff got pissed and took some control. Emily and Cliff just need a chance to start over, Cliff's really trying really hard to be a gentleman. Hey, he even opted not to grab her ass when he kissed her. That's a huge progress. I can't wait for more, and congratulations on not being asked to buy drugs on your way to the vending machine ^^ |
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| Verity | September 29, 2007, 3:23 pm Post #385 |
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The Story Girl
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This chapter is kind of pointless but better than nothing. It's a little short, well short for me anyway. My hand is a little sore, so I have to rest it a little. Chapter 103- Everything Falls into Place “So did she say that she’ll sign the papers?” Emily asked as Cliff hung up the phone. “Yeah,” Cliff nodded. “That’s wonderful!” Emily gasped. “You’ll get to keep Cecily then.” “She wants to come over here first,” Cliff said. “She’s coming tomorrow.” “Wait a minute, holy fuck!” James interrupted as he strutted into the room. He had just come in from a swim in the pool. “Who’s coming here tomorrow?” “You’re ex flame man,” said Cliff. “That Claudia bitch.” A huge smile broke out on James’s face. He couldn’t have Holly, and Philippa wasn’t having anything to do with him. Claudia however, was a serious, professional, slut. He could always get some action from Claudia. “Nice,” he said as he raided the fridge for a beer. “Whatever,” Cliff sighed as he intercepted James beer and popped it open for himself. “I wish that woman would just stay the fuck out of Cecily’s life.” “But she’s her mother Cliff,” Emily reminded. “She’s a piss poor mom,” Cliff shot as he lit a cigarette. “All that she’s going to accomplish by coming over here is getting Cecily all worked up, only to turn around a few days later and leave her for good.” He blew a smoke ring into the air. Emily took a rubber band and shot it at Cliff. It hit Cliff right on the forehead. “Hey!” he yelped. “What the fuck did you do that for?” “I don’t have an electric shock collar, so I had to improvise,” said Emily. “Cliff, I think that you’re over reacting. Give Claudia a break. I feel very sorry for the girl.” “You feel sorry for someone who told their daughter that she was a mistake,” Cliff retorted. “Oh come on Cliff,” said James. “Everybody knows that Cecily was the last fucking thing in the world that Claudia needed.” Cliff just glared at him. “Fuck you toad head!” he screeched. “Toad head?” James snorted. “That’s pretty lame Burton.” “When Claudia signs that paper she’ll be giving up her rights as Cecily’s mother forever,” said Emily. “I think that her requesting to visit her one last time is pretty reasonable.” “Her ass is reasonable,” said James. “I’m going to try and get her in the hot tub.” Cliff sighed. “Maybe I am being too hard on her, and I did promise Cecily that I would tolerate her, but I fucking hate Claudia. And if she does anything to fucking hurt Cecily or fuck with Cecily’s mind, I’ll kill the fucking bitch myself.” “After I fuck her of course,” added James. “Who are you going to kill?” Cecily asked as she came into the room with Mrs. Burton and Aunt Josephine who wasn’t aware yet that her nephew had just booked a flight from Copenhagen to San Francisco on her charge card. At least he booked coach. Cliff didn’t feel that Claudia was worth first class. “No one Sweetheart,” Cliff replied. “I do have a surprise for you though.” “For me?” Cecily asked. “Are you and Miss Emily getting married soon?” “I don’t know,” said Cliff. He looked at Emily. “Are we?” “I don’t know about getting married anytime soon, but we are going to try dating,” Emily replied. “Take me somewhere nice Cliff.” “Cliff’s idea of taking a chick somewhere nice is the comic book shop,” laughed James. He turned to Cliff. “Congrats dude. I’m glad that you’re finally going to get some.” He turned to Emily and kissed her hand. “Thank you,” he said. “Cliff’s always so much easier to work with when he’s getting some puss. And if he pulls any shit, you can always come to Papa James.” “I’ll remember that,” said Emily as she smiled at Cliff. This time, Emily was the one who went up to Cliff, stood up on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and puckered her lips. “What the fuck does she want?” Cliff asked. “Oh Daddy,” Cecily sighed. “You’re so silly. She wants a kiss.” “Oh,” Cliff answered, blushing. “Cut me some slack Cess. It’s been a long time.” “It’s been ages,” added James. “Oh fuck off Hetfield!” Cliff croaked. “Clifford!” interrupted Mrs. Burton. “Quit flapping your mouth and kiss the girl for heavens sake! And you wonder why you don’t get any.” Cliff bent over and kissed Emily right in front of James, Cecily, and everybody. “Yeah man!” James whooped. “Grab her titty!” “Shut up James!” Cliff and Emily chorused. Cliff pulled Emily close. The top of her head fit just perfectly right under his chin. He was going to like having a girlfriend again. It was nice to be the one with a girl, while James had no one for once. “Children! I’m so happy for you,” Mrs. Burton gushed. “And don’t do anything to mess this one up Clifford.” “I’m happy too!” chimed in Cecily. “What a wonderful surprise. You two look so pretty together. ” “Well, Emily does,” said Cliff. “That wasn’t all of the surprise Cess. I have another one for you.” He looked over at his Aunt Josephine. “And you too Aunt Jo. It’s on your credit card.” “That doesn’t surprise me,” Aunt Josephine laughed as she went to give Cliff and Emily each a hug. “Since you boys used it without my permission to buy a Marshall half stack from Guitar Land the other day.” “You rock Auntie Jo,” said James as he handed her a Guinness. “You’ve replaced Torben Ulrich as the official purse strings of Metallica.” “Is that so?” Aunt Josephine said amused as she took a swig of Guinness. “Do I get a thank you in the next album’s liner notes?” “If we ever finish the damn thing,” said James. “What’s the other surprise Daddy?” Cecily piped up. She could care less about what Cliff and James charged onto Aunt Josephine’s credit card. Cliff knelt down and faced Cecily. “How would you like to see your mom again for a few days?” he asked. “My Mum?” Cecily repeated. “But she’s gone. She disappeared.” “We found her,” said Cliff. “Actually, Mr. James found her. She’s flying in tomorrow evening.” “She’s coming here?” Cecily asked, her face brightening with shock and surprise. “She’s coming here to visit me? I’ll get to see my Mum again, and I can make sure that she isn’t mad at me for coming here.” “You bet kid,” said James as he tickled Cecily. “She’s coming to see you, and to sign something for Cliffy, but most of all she’s coming to see the Het.” Cecily frowned. “That doesn’t surprise me,” she said. “She was always way more into her boyfriends than hanging around with me anyway.” “I know Cess,” Cliff said as he gave her a squeeze. “That’s why she’s signing over her parental rights to me, and you’ll never have to be hurt by her again.” “This is wonderful news!” exclaimed Aunt Josephine. “Now we don’t have to worry about that Elsa twit.” “Or about Holly,” said James. “And I have Emily,” said Cliff as he hugged Emily with one arm, and Cecily with the other. “And it sure looks like I’ll have Cecily too.” “Can we go together to pick my Mum up at the airport tomorrow?” Cecily asked. Cliff frowned. “I ain’t picking that whore up. She can get herself a taxi.” “Clifford,” his mother scolded. “You can’t have a young lady fly in from a different country, and have her be all alone in a strange, new, city.” “She can sleep with the cab driver for all I care,” Cliff retorted. “I want one thing from Claudia, and that’s a signature. Once I get that I don’t want to have to speak or see her.” “Good,” said James. “I get first dibs on her. I don’t mind picking her up at the airport.” “That’s a good lad James,” said Aunt Josephine approvingly. “Such a courtly gentleman.” “Tell Philippa that,” Emily teased. Cliff smiled at her. Josephine, James, Mrs. Burton, and Cecily, all prattled on about Claudia’s visit. He could care less about whether or not Claudia had her favorite brand of coffee, and Cecily was yacking about making her some sort of present. The last thing that Cecily needed to be doing was making a gift for her worthless, piece of shit mother. If wasn’t like the pope was flying in from the Vatican or anything. At least everything was falling into place. He would now have a daughter for good, and a wonderful new girlfriend. He winked at Emily and pointed at the kitchen window towards where the hot tub was. “Fuck tub?” he whispered into her ear. “I don’t have a bathing suit with me,” she whispered back. “Believe me pussy cat,” said Cliff. “You don’t really need one…” |
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| Raluque | September 29, 2007, 4:29 pm Post #386 |
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i'm sooo happy!!!!! and that's all i can manage to say right now!!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 29, 2007, 4:43 pm Post #387 |
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I hope it all works out Hah, Cliff is being a naughty boy He's gonna get lucky, I hope
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| Verity | September 30, 2007, 2:46 am Post #388 |
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The Story Girl
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I was very happy while writing this chapter and a tad drunk. It's a little sick, nasty, and gross. Sorry bout that. I have 3 blissful days in Atlanta where I wont have to travel, so hopefully I'll have time to write. Chapter 104- James in the Middle “It’s not fair,” James Hetfield whined as he stood in the doorway of his suite. “You have a beautiful chickie waiting in the sack for you and I don’t.” “For once,” Cliff who was coming out of the bathroom answered. “Even Lars picked up some chick for the night,” said James. “He did?” Cliff asked. “Yeah,” James nodded sullenly. “She works in a toll booth. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. I guess I’ll just have to go to bed and lick my wounds until Claudia comes tomorrow night.” “I think your dick could use a rest James,” said Cliff. “Especially if Claudia is coming tomorrow.” “I guess you’re right,” James agreed as he looked down at his package. “It has been working overtime lately.” Cliff bid James a good night (or as good a night as a James can have with no T and A in his bed) and made his way down the hall. He wanted nothing more than to get to Emily, but he noticed the light still on in Cecily’s room. Didn’t the kid ever listen? Her light was supposed to be out two hours ago, and Cliff had been too busy banging Emily in the hot tub to notice until now. Cliff shook his head as he went over to her bedroom door. She was probably up reading one of her crazy books again. “Cecily,” he scolded as he poked his head in. “How many times do I have to tell you lights out at nine?” “I’m so sorry Daddy,” Cecily apologized. A pad of sketch paper and some crayons sat in her lap. “I just have to get this finished.” “Are you drawing me another Misfits picture Cecily?” Cliff asked as he came into the room. “You really need to quit making Glen Danzig look so fat in your pictures.” “I’m sorry,” Cecily apologized again, looking down at her sketchbook. “I’ll remember that the next time I draw you a picture.” “So that one isn’t for me?” Cliff asked eyeing the sketchbook. She was actually drawing a very nice looking picture of the ocean and a beach. Cecily shook her head. “It’s for my Mum,” she replied. “I want to give it to her tomorrow when she comes, so I have to finish it.” Cliff frowned. Cecily had obviously put a lot of time and effort into that picture, and it was by far her best picture ever. Maybe the kid actually did have some artistic talent after all. For some reason he didn’t like it that Cecily was putting all that time into making something for Claudia. Claudia didn’t deserve anything from Cecily except a kick in the ass. Cecily could sense that he was irritated. “Daddy,” she said. “Are you angry with me? Is it wrong to draw my Mum a picture?” “No,” Cliff answered as he moved the crayons and sketchbook out of her lap, and placed them over on the dresser. “I just don’t think that she deserves it really.” “I’m sorry that you have to be bothered with my Mum tomorrow,” said Cecily as she snuggled down in the bed covers with Cliff’s old, nasty, moldy, decrepit teddy bear. “I know that you hate her, but could you please tolerate her just for me?” Cliff sighed. “You’re right. I do hate her, but I’ll try and tolerate her because she’s your mom, and she means a lot to you.” “Thank you,” Cecily said sincerely. “I just want to make sure that she’s not upset with me. If you’d rather, I won’t give her the picture that I’m working on. I don’t want to make you unhappy.” “That’s sweet of you Cess,” Cliff replied as he kissed the top of her head. “But she’s your mother, and you can give her a picture if you really want to.” “Thanks Daddy,” said Cecily. “I promise that the next picture that I draw will be for you. And I promise to not make Glen Danzig look so fat.” *** James Hetfield sauntered down the stairs the next evening dressed in a new pair of tight stonewash jeans. They were so tight that if James had to go to the bathroom, he’d never get them zipped up again. It had taken the help of Cliff and Lars both to get them zipped. He also sported a Motorhead T-shirt with the sleeves fashionably ripped off, and a battered denim vest. Cecily looked up from her grand masterpiece picture that she was still working on feverishly. “I like your vest Mr. James,” she commented. “I’ve always wanted a denim vest.” “No daughter of mine is going to go around wearing a denim vest,” Cliff commented. He had been delegated to polishing Aunt Josephine’s fine silver for Claudia’s visit. “This blows,” he bitched “Claudia ain’t going to care whether or not her silverware is dirty. She uses the same bath towel on herself that she wipes her boyfriend’s drip dick with.” “That’s gross!” Cecily wailed. “Not really,” said James. “So do I look hot enough for your Mom?” “Her Mom will fuck anything James,” quipped Cliff. “I ain’t asking you!” James retorted. “I’m asking Cecily.” “You need to smell nice,” said Cecily. “You need to smell nice like Kirk.” “Kirk smells like curry powder,” Cliff moped. “Cecily, I do wonder about your taste sometimes.” “Don’t worry kid,” said James as he tossed his blonde ringlets in the mirror. “You’re still learning. After all, you’re still a virgin.” “What’s a virgin?” asked Cecily. “A virgin is like an unopened Capri Sun,” said James. “Anyway, I best be going to the airport, or else I’ll be late.” “And then Claudia will wind up fucking the airline pilot,” put in Cliff. James flipped Cliff off as he vanished out the door, walking slowly because his jeans were so tight. “He’s going to give himself jock itch,” Cliff commented as he watched James leave from the window. Cecily had taken a Capri Sun out of the fridge, and was frowning at it. “I don’t understand how a virgin is like an unopened Capri Sun,” she announced. “Never mind Cess,” Cliff replied as he took the Capri Sun from her and took it for himself. “You can’t believe anything that James says.” “Not even the story he told me about banging a girl inside a church on a pew?” asked Cecily. “That one actually is true,” said Cliff. “And don’t go around saying shit like that in front of your mother. She’ll think we’re trashy. It’s bad enough that my own mom is getting on my ass about my language around you.” “Why is she doing that?” Cecily asked. “Beats the fuck out of me,” Cliff replied. “She always swore around us kids.” He squatted down beside Cecily and took her hands in his. “I need your help,” he said. “Okay,” said Cecily, eager to help her favorite person. “I have a present for Emily,” he said. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out two airline tickets. “I bought tickets for the both of us to fly to England sometime, and see her family and shit.” “Miss Emily will love it!” Cecily gasped. “I know that she misses her Mum and Dad sometimes.” “Hopefully they’ll approve of me,” said Cliff. “I thought making it easier for their daughter to come and see them would help. I bought her a bottle of that champagne shit that she likes to drink too. Anyway, I need you to think of some hopelessly romantic way for me to give them to her.” “Don’t worry Daddy,” said Cecily. “You’ve come to the right place.” *** At the sight of Claudia, James nearly creamed in his tight little hot pants right there in the middle of the San Francisco airport. Actually, just about every male in the airport vicinity stopped dead in their tracks to look at Claudia. She was dressed in a very short midnight blue dress and very high heels. Her long hair hung down her back like a shiny curtain. “Jesus,” was all that James could manage to say. Claudia looked smoking hot in that short, little, dress. She couldn’t have gotten that decked out just to see Cecily. James came to the conclusion that it must be just for him. “Hey baby,” he greeted as he waved Claudia over to him. “Hello James,” Claudia said warmly. She gave James a huge hug, innocently brushing the hem of her skirt up against his package, sending shivers down James’s spine. “I’m sure that you can give me the grand tour of San Francisco.” “What I’m interested in is the grand tour of Claudia’s body,” James replied as he eyed her up and down. “You’ve had that many times,” said Claudia. She handed James her one, battered, suitcase. She didn’t have very many clothes. The nice dress that she was wearing was actually bought for her by one of her ex boyfriends. As soon as they got to the car James placed Claudia’s suitcase in the trunk as she leapt into the backseat. “You can sit in the front,” said James. “I don’t bite.” “But I do,” answered Claudia. She purred and pulled James into the backseat where she immediately climbed up on him as if she were a mountain goat. “Fuck me James,” she whispered. “Give me a nice American fuck.” “Don’t get me wrong,” said James. “I’m totally down with fucking, but Cecily is at home waiting for you. She’s been driving Cliff and me fucking crazy all day long asking if you were here yet.” “Cecily will still be there,” Claudia replied. She began to suck on James’s ear. “Come on Jamie,” she cooed. “Show me how they do it in the States.” “We could fuck after we see Cecily,” suggested James. “James!” Claudia moaned. “I’m horny and I want to fuck right now, not think about my five-year-old daughter.” She began to undo his pants. James gasped for air, finally being free from the tight, tight, seams. “Claudia, I want to fuck you too. I want to fuck you like a tornado ravaging through an Oklahoma cornfield, but I do know that there’s a sweet little girl with good taste in music at home who’s been missing her mother terribly, and she wants to see you,” James said. “We can fuck later tonight. Aunt Josephine has a totally awesome hot tub that we can screw in if Cliff and Emily aren’t using it.” “Emily?” Claudia sniffed. “That frizzy haired red-headed English girl? What’s she still doing around?” “She’s Cliff’s squeeze,” James answered. “He’s a lucky guy.” James began to suck on one of Claudia’s tits. “Oh,” Claudia muttered. “Is something wrong?” James asked. “You usually like it when I suck your titties.” “I don’t know what he sees in that girl,” Claudia muttered. “What the fuck is it to you if he likes her?” asked James. “Your daughter sure likes her.” He went back to his nipples. “Well she’s not her mother,” Claudia snapped. “I am. And I know that I’m here to sign papers for Cliff waiving that right, but I’m still her biological and real mother. Nothing can ever replace that.” “Chill out Claudia,” said James. No one said that you aren’t Cecily’s real mother. It’s just nice that Cliff found a girl who Cecily likes since she’s going to be living with him. Emily is very good to Cecily, and Cliff would never date anyone who wasn’t good to Cecily. Speaking of Cecily, she really is eager to see you. Let’s get back to the villa, and I promise that I’ll give you a night that you’ll never forget.” “She can wait,” said Claudia as she ran her fingers through James’s unruly hair. “I only have a few days in California and I want to make the most of them.” James wasn’t going to argue the point. He felt bad for poor Cecily, but he was man. He had needs… |
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| Raluque | September 30, 2007, 8:22 am Post #389 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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i don't know whether i should be happy or sad... happy for cliff. he finally gets what he deserves. hopefully nobody will fuck things up for him. happy about cecily seeing her mom, but i'm really sad for how claudia is acting. i can't even be angry about that... just sad. she's a poor excuse of a mother and hopefully she realises that it's only for her best if she just signs and leaves. aaaaaaaaaaaannd, i'm really impressed with james. turning claudia down because of cess waiting... awesome!!! have fun in atlanta! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | September 30, 2007, 9:46 am Post #390 |
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Claudia is being a bitch She should just sign the papers and get her ass back to Denmark, she is a piss poor excuse for a mother.
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Go Cliff!
can't wait to see what happens next!
and she signs the waiver form. Go Cliff and Emily! :horns2

8:42 PM Jul 10