(film concept) It's early in the morning at the airport. A plane from Paris has just arrived. Two backpacker girls, Inez and Zahra, are leaving the international terminal. They're catching a bus to their hostel in the city. Inez is French and brunette; Zahra is from Moroccan-French descent with coffee colored skin and short, dark curly hair. Both girls are...
I wait on the sidewalk and pull the hood of my raincoat tight. I can feel my hair frizz in the humidity. The heavy door opens and hits the side of the building with a thunk. The photographer clutches her phone to her ear and brusquely motions for me to follow. I try not to eavesdrop. The sound of our shoes echo through the empty hallway. The photographer...
Last week one of the local radio stations announced that they were giving stuff away in the next suburb from where I worked. I had just got in the car and thought, "Why not swing by and pick up a freebie." I pulled up where I saw the radio station's cars and walked up to the back of one. Two lovely young ladies were handing out some gifts to people. The gi...
Knock, knock, knock. A customary three times she knocked on the green door. A quick glance at the number reassured her that she was indeed at number 23, the right house. Better to be sure of such things, especially with what she was here to do. She had woken up to a dreary day this morning. Late Fall was now truly baring its fangs as the wind had howled aro...
Not strictly lesbian, but queer fun nonetheless. :) ********************** I looked in the mirror at my figure, clothed only in an oversized black t-shirt and black leggings. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Sure, I'd done performance art in the past, and I was an exhibitionist to the max, but I didn't think I'd ever be doing something like this for my...
Compared to how dingy the outside of the building looked, the hosts for the party did a phenomenal job creating an elegant, and sophisticated atmosphere for an upscale cocktail party. This was the first time my wife and I have visited "The Warehouse" and our first impression was a bit of awe. The outside of the building looked like no one gave it even a seco...
Roxanne Ward stepped off the elevator on the ninth floor of the McKenna building, promising herself that she would stop feeling sorry for herself that she had to work tonight. Because she did, she was going to miss the company's legendary Christmas party, held this year at the skylight lounge up on the twenty-ninth floor. It was an event that people waited f...
"Have you done it often?" I asked Rebecca as we waited for our next client last Friday. "Only a couple of times," she replied, "but I really enjoyed it and she did too." I thought about what she had told me about her experience with her roommate and how I would like to have been there with my camera. "Are you involved with a girl now?" "No, silly!" she la...
“You’ll be in room 300 tonight with six students. You’ll get their names by e-mail later this afternoon,” the Vice Principal, said. It was Kimber’s first year of teaching, and she knew that this day would come soon. She had to monitor detention for the first time. And it was the worst kind of detention -- Friday afternoon. Not even the janitors stuck aroun...
"Just like that?" Jill asked incredulously. "Pretty much so, yeah," the blonde responded. "Depends on the woman of course," the brunette added. "And on how much she's had to drink," the small redhead behind the camera added with a smile. Jill took a swallow of her drink. She was sitting at her usual table at Natalie's Place. She'd been a regular ever sin...