Euryleia's 2nd Assignment

[Dragon's muse]

For your second assignment craft a scene/chapter/story with the following opening.

Cynthia clenched her fist and her teeth while she silently counted to ten. She was in customer service hell. Her voice betrayed none of her rage when she spoke again. "Would it be too much trouble to speak to someone who doesn't have their head up their ass?"

Happy writing!

[Euryleia]

Cynthia clenched her fist and her teeth while she silently counted to ten. She was in customer service hell. Her voice betrayed none of her rage when she spoke again. “Would it be too much trouble to speak to someone who doesn't have their head up their ass?”

She listened for another moment before interrupting. “Please, just shut up and put your supervisor on, all right?” she asked. “Yes, I’ll hold.”

As she waited and hummed along to an instrumental rendition of ‘Always On My Mind,’ Cynthia glanced over at her lover and smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed. She tried not to take personally the glare she received in return.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she grinned when a new voice came on the line. She pressed the receiver to her ear and listened for few moments to the stream of conciliatory statements while her smile turned into a frown.

A grunt from the bed focused her attention to the problem at hand. “No, you listen to me,” she snapped. “At this point, I don’t give a flying fig about your return policy. We can discuss that and the issue of compensation for emotional suffering later. Right now, I want some answers and I want them now!”

Listening intently, she began to pace the bedroom. Cynthia was careful to keep her eyes off the supine form on the mattress. This was hard enough without having to face the results of her brilliant idea.

She sighed at the response she received. “I explained the situation to your associate. Why do you need for me to go through this again?” she asked. “How it happened isn’t important. How you’re going to help me is.”

Cynthia was close to screaming from frustration as the representative spoke at length. Finally, she replied, “Whatever. You want the story? I’ll tell you the story. I purchased one of your company’s products and it failed when we tried to use it. Period.”

There was a squawk on the line that even her lover could hear.

“Why do you need more details?” Cynthia asked before cocking her head. “What was that noise?” She glowered at the phone. “I heard a beep. Are you recording this?”

The answer from the supervisor was not reassuring. Cynthia shook her head and interrupted the stream of double-speak. “This is my life, not a training opportunity.” At another grunt from the bed, she corrected herself and said, “I mean, this is our life.”

An explanation of the company’s policy only served to fuel her anger. “So, the only way that you’ll be able to help, is if I let you tape this? That’s just perfect. I want my opposition on the record and I want you to know that I don’t appreciate that you and your people are getting your jollies instead of helping me.”

Cynthia pinched the bridge of her nose as she concentrated on the voice in her ear. “Fine,” she replied. “I’ll give you the necessary details.” She forced herself to speak slowly and clearly. “My lover and I had a lovely romantic meal for Valentine’s Day and then came home for some playtime. Things were getting pretty hot when I brought up the idea of trying something different.”

“I had bought the kit two weeks ago and this was the first time anything was removed from the box.” She could feel herself blushing but she forced herself to go on. “The gag went in smoothly and I was able to inflate it with no problem. It was a little stiff to take off the pump but I swear I didn’t break anything. I then lubed up and inserted the anal plug. I was able to inflate it with no problem.”

Her voice rising, Cynthia continued to speak. “It was when I attempted to release the pressure that we had the problem. I can’t get the air out nor can I get them out of either orifice in their inflated state.”

There was a question from the phone clutched in her sweaty hand. Cynthia flushed and whispered into the phone. At a crackle of static, she swallowed and repeated in a louder voice, “It was the Pump It Up Kit for Couples.”

She rubbed the back of her neck as she listened anxiously to the voice in her ear. “Worldwide recall?” she echoed, her voice cracking. “Massive product failure?”

In a daze, she walked over to the nightstand. Cynthia picked up the box and read off the model and serial number as requested. As she waited for the supervisor to check it against his list, she sank down on the bed.

Cynthia tried to smile into the worried eyes of her partner. Molly was spread on the bed, her arms and legs securely restrained to the bedposts. The dark straps were a lovely contrast against her pale, freckled skin.

Putting her hand over the mouthpiece, Cynthia asked, “Is it wrong that I’m finding this totally hot?”

Her lover tried to jerk away but the nylon straps held her firmly. Straining against her bonds, she tossed her head and growled angrily.

Cynthia marveled at how effective the inflatable gag was at silencing her usually loquacious lover. Shaking herself out of her daydreams, Cynthia reached out and pinched the nearest nipple. She laughed at the muffled squeak and raised her eyebrow at the renewed struggles of her lover.

She turned back to the phone. “Yes, we are both still here.”

Cynthia listened to the instructions being relayed to her. Nodding to herself, she moved down the bed to brace herself between her lover’s outstretched legs. Kissing her fingers, she touched Molly’s clit before reaching down to fiddle with the manual release. “No, it still doesn’t work. It didn’t work before I called you and it doesn’t work now.” She tugged on the plug in frustration and then kissed Molly’s inner thigh in apology.

“I’ll give it a try,” Cynthia said to the newest suggestion from the representative. Carefully, she attempted to thread the pump back onto the nozzle. Twice her fingers slipped and she had to start all over again.

She shook her head and blew her bangs out of her eyes. It was very distracting to have her lovely lover open and exposed before her while a voice in her ear talked about the technical specifications of the rubber device inserted into Molly’s ass.

At last, she was successful. Giving it a small pump, she wagged her finger at Molly’s outraged gurgle and her attempt to thrash. “Really, this would be so much easier if you would stay still,” Cynthia hissed.

“No, I wasn’t talking to you,” she said into the phone. “It is making a good seal. What do I do now?”

Cynthia wiggled the needle up and down and only managed to elicit more groaning and twitching from her lover. “Damn it. That didn’t work either.”

She listened for a moment and she said, “Well, you need to give me something else to try because nothing is happening at this end.” She glared into the phone. “No, the pun was not intended. Stop laughing. This isn’t funny.”

Nodding at what was being said, Cynthia sighed. “Okay, maybe it is a little funny but the point remains that we’re no closer to a solution. So, what’s the next bright idea for me to try?”

[Dragon's muse]

This is absolutely hilarious. i love it. i will get down to a serious read and review this afternoon or tomorrow.

rose

[Dragon's muse]

ok, i promise first thing in the morning to get to this.

rose

[Euryleia]

rose, please don't stress about it--while I would love to get your feedback, I know how real life can be.

[Dragon's muse]

i needed this laugh. Erotic humor -- who'd have thunk it? Such few nits to pick, too. Off upstairs with you to level II to let Aussie Girl have her wicked way with you.

Cynthia clenched her fist and her teeth while she silently counted to ten. She was in customer service hell. Her voice betrayed none of her rage when she spoke again. “Would it be too much trouble to speak to someone who doesn't have their head up their ass?”

She listened for another moment before interrupting. “Please, just shut up and put your supervisor on, all right?” she asked. “Yes, I’ll hold.”

As she waited and hummed along to an instrumental rendition of ‘Always On My Mind,’ Cynthia glanced over at her lover and smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed. She tried not to take personally the glare she received in return.

Turning her attention back to the phone, she grinned when a new voice came on the line. She pressed the receiver to her ear and listened for few moments to the stream of conciliatory statements while her smile turned into a frown.

A grunt from the bed focused her attention to the problem at hand. “No, you listen to me,” she snapped. “At this point, I don’t give a flying fig about your return policy. We can discuss that and the issue of compensation for emotional suffering later. Right now, I want some answers and I want them now!”

Listening intently, she began to pace the bedroom. Cynthia was careful to keep her eyes off the supine form on the mattress. This was hard enough without having to face the results of her brilliant idea.

She sighed at the response she received. “I explained the situation to your associate. Why do you need for (delete -- unnecessary)me to go through this again?” she asked. “How it happened isn’t important. How you’re going to help me is.”

Cynthia was close to screaming from frustration as the representative spoke at length. Finally, she replied, “Whatever. You want the story? I’ll tell you the story. I purchased one of your company’s products and it failed when we tried to use it. Period.”

There was a squawk on the line that even her lover could hear.

“Why do you need more details?” Cynthia asked before cocking her head. “What was that noise?” She glowered at the phone. “I heard a beep. Are you recording this?”

The answer from the supervisor was not reassuring. Cynthia shook her head and interrupted the stream of double-speak. “This is my life, not a training opportunity.” At another grunt from the bed, she corrected herself and said, “I mean, this is our life.”

An explanation of the company’s policy only served to fuel her anger. “So, the only way that you’ll be able to help, is if I let you tape this? That’s just perfect. I want my opposition on the record and I want you to know that I don’t appreciate that you and your people are getting your jollies instead of helping me.”

Cynthia pinched the bridge of her nose as she concentrated on the voice in her ear. “Fine,” she replied. “I’ll give you the necessary details.” She forced herself to speak slowly and clearly. “My lover and I had a lovely romantic meal for Valentine’s Day and then came home for some playtime. Things were getting pretty hot when I brought up the idea of trying something different.”

“I had (delete -- unnecessary) bought the kit two weeks ago, and this was the first time anything was removed from the box.” She could feel herself blushing but she (delete) forced herself to go on. “The gag went in smoothly and I was able to inflate it with no problem. It was a little stiff to take off the pump but I swear I didn’t break anything. I then lubed up and inserted the anal plug. I was able to inflate it with no problem.”

Her voice rising, Cynthia continued to speak. “It was when I attempted to release the pressure that we had the problem. I can’t get the air out nor can I get them out of either orifice in their inflated state.”

There was a question from the phone clutched in her sweaty hand. Cynthia flushed and whispered into the phone. At a crackle of static, she swallowed and repeated in a louder voice, “It was the Pump It Up Kit for Couples.”

She rubbed the back of her neck as she listened anxiously to the voice in her ear. “Worldwide recall?” she echoed, her voice cracking. “Massive product failure?”

In a daze, she walked over to the nightstand. Cynthia picked up the box and read off the model and serial number as requested. As she waited for the supervisor to check it against his list, she sank down on the bed.

Cynthia tried to smile into the worried eyes of her partner. Molly was spread on the bed, her arms and legs securely restrained to the bedposts. The dark straps were a lovely contrast against her pale, freckled skin.

Putting her hand over the mouthpiece, Cynthia asked, “Is it wrong that I’m finding this totally hot?”

Her lover tried to jerk away but the nylon straps held her firmly. Straining against her bonds, she tossed her head and growled angrily.

Cynthia marveled at how effective the inflatable gag was at silencing her usually loquacious lover. Shaking herself out of her daydreams, Cynthia reached out and pinched the nearest nipple. She laughed at the muffled squeak and raised her eyebrow at the renewed struggles of her lover.

She turned back to the phone. “Yes, we are (using the contraction "we're" might seem more natural here) both still here.”

Cynthia listened to the instructions being relayed to her. Nodding to herself, she moved down the bed to brace herself between her lover’s outstretched legs. Kissing her fingers, she touched Molly’s clit before reaching down to fiddle with the manual release. “No, it still doesn’t work. It didn’t work before I called you and it doesn’t work now.” She tugged on the plug in frustration and then kissed Molly’s inner thigh in apology.

“I’ll give it a try,” Cynthia said to the newest suggestion from the representative. Carefully, she attempted to thread the pump back onto the nozzle. Twice her fingers slipped and she had to start all over again.

She shook her head and blew her bangs out of her eyes. It was very distracting to have her lovely lover open and exposed before her while a voice in her ear talked about the technical specifications of the rubber device inserted into Molly’s ass.

At last, she was successful. Giving it a small pump, she wagged her finger at Molly’s outraged gurgle and her attempt to thrash. “Really, this would be so much easier if you would stay still,” Cynthia hissed.

“No, I wasn’t talking to you,” she said into the phone. “It is making a good seal. What do I do now?”

Cynthia wiggled the needle up and down and only managed to elicit more groaning and twitching from her lover. “Damn it. That didn’t work either.”

She listened for a moment and she said, “Well, you need to give me something else to try because nothing is happening at this end.” She glared into the phone. “No, the pun was not intended. Stop laughing. This isn’t funny.”

Nodding at what was being said, Cynthia sighed. “Okay, maybe it is a little funny but the point remains that we’re no closer to a solution. So, what’s the next bright idea for me to try?”

[Euryleia]

Thank you so much, rose, for all your help. I had fun a lot of fun. In case no-one has told you--you give good assignments.

[Dragon's muse]

i'm very glad you enjoyed them. Some people say my random object assignments are mean.

[Aussiegirl1]

This is a very funny piece! I am looking forward to seeing what you can do in level 2!

[H Dean]

Well, well...it appears we have a humorist in our little group of students. I must say, I found this to be quite well done. For a change, I am hard pressed to find fault in the execution of a newbie story. In fact, Muse hit all of the minor changes I would have commented on and I am not certain I would have commented on them, so well executed was this piece. Strangely, I do disagree with Muse on one part:

She turned back to the phone. “Yes, we are (using the contraction "we're" might seem more natural here) both still here.”

I can fully see the more formal form being used in such a situation. Otherwise, I completely agree with Muse's assessment and look forward to attempting to find fault with your future writings.

Crap - I wasn't even able to be mean once!

[Euryleia]

Well, well...it appears we have a humorist in our little group of students. I must say, I found this to be quite well done. For a change, I am hard pressed to find fault in the execution of a newbie story. In fact, Muse hit all of the minor changes I would have commented on and I am not certain I would have commented on them, so well executed was this piece. Strangely, I do disagree with Muse on one part:

She turned back to the phone. “Yes, we are (using the contraction "we're" might seem more natural here) both still here.”

I can fully see the more formal form being used in such a situation. Otherwise, I completely agree with Muse's assessment and look forward to attempting to find fault with your future writings.

Crap - I wasn't even able to be mean once!

Thanks, H. Dean. I'm sure you'll be able to find other things to mean about as I continue on my lessons. I just hope I continue to have this much fun going forward.

[underwhere]

I must say that this was a truly delightful read.

and I must agree with Euryleia about the random object assignments. They can be quite fun to work with as inspiration. I haven't done any here, yet, but I do participate in a writing group which does them occasionally and I do enjoy them.