Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

[dazz]

Bobby was so excited that he barely paid any attention to Ali in the doorway. He was thorough in his perusal of the old-school games on the back wall, and once satisfied, turned to cross the room to inspect the other side. He spoke, but Bobby didn't look up as he passed her, eyes fixed at the ungodly television just ahead.

"Don't just think of it as a relationship, I could just as easily be a love slave."

Not moving from her spot in the door, Ali let out another hearty laugh. Bobby was a funny guy, and subtly tenacious on the sex part. She made his decade earlier in the conversation earlier, but she had no intention of going through with such things for a long time, if ever. Still, it got her gutter of a mind back to functioning and she appreciated this humor even more.

"Ah, ok then. 'Cause if you're gonna live here, you've gotta have some way to pay room and board." She nodded, then giggled. "You ho."

Bobby finally made his way around the couch and was face to face with the massive television. He looked so in love with it that Ali expected him to drool. Finally moving from where she stood, Ali crossed over to the couch in time to pick up his whispered words.

"What about me?" If Bobby would be bothered to look over at her, he would have seem the mock-hurt expression on her face that matched the tone of her voice. However, she kind of doubted she could pry his eyes from the television screen, because as she spoke, she had reached over the end table, grabbed the remote, and turned the object of his affection on.

[Bobby Drake]

"Ah, ok then. 'Cause if you're gonna live here, you've gotta have some way to pay room and board."

Bobby turned to look at her and recognized the comment for the light-hearted jibe that it was. Especially when she followed it up with, "You ho." Bobby’s eyes twinkled with laughter as he looked at her, and then with stardom as he looked back at the most awesome entertainment room ever.

He was in love, and he said as much.

"What about me?"

“Huh?” Bobby looked over at her but he was too distracted to give her his full attention. “Oh yeah...you’re all right too.” Of course he was teasing. Dazzler was far more than all right. Truth be known he’d been listening to her for years. It was the main reason this whole ‘interview’ had quickly digressed into a shameful display of truth, lies and videotape.

Well, at least he hadn’t resorted to,

“Oh! That reminds me...can I have your autograph?”

Nevermind.

"Not for me. For...a friend. Just make it say, 'To Bobby. Loved getting you naked.'"

[dazz]

"Oh yeah...you're all right too."

As Bobby spoke, Ali stretched her arms comfortably along the back of the plush leather sofa. Once again, she wore a briight, almost devious grin on her features. That was par for the course in this encounter, just like the laughter she found herself letting out. Ali was having a great time hanging around Bobby.

"Aw, shucks, you're too nice. I know I'm not that great, I'm not in 1080p."

Ali joked, comparing his love for her versus her TV. She wasn't actually threatened by it. After all, he hadn't snuck into her house to snap photos of a television.

Bobby was busy for a long moment, surveying the room that, to him, seemed to be the greatest use of floorspace ever. Quite suddenly, his prior comment reminded him of something else. He'd been so cool and casual for a while, but the fanboy in him was suddenly brought back to the forefront.

"Oh! That reminds me...can I have your autograph?"

The request was so sudden and unexpected that Ali was startled. She was about to say something about his change in demeanor from cool to geek, but he managed to cover for himself before she said a word. Nodding as he joked it off, she looked dubious, but still ended up giggling.

"Nice save." She commented, but decided that his quick save earned him the right to not be mocked about his fanboy moment. Still chuckling at the message he requested, Ali shrugged and said "Sure, why not? I did, didn't I? At least, half-naked." She couldn't help but laugh again. "Just find me a photo and I'll hook ya up."

Bobby was a photographer, that shouldn't be hard for him. It reminded her, however, that his camera was still sitting poolside. She'd tell him on the way out, no need for him to be snapping photos inside too. This wasn't Cribs.

[Bobby Drake]

Bobby didn’t particularly want to look like a geeky little fanboy, even though that was in many ways precisely what he was. Still, he had asked for the autograph, and he was glad for it. This little encounter was sure to end. He was probably not going to be spending much time with her after this...and the only reason he could figure that he was spending any time with her at all right now in the first place was because she was either bored or crazy.

But if he had a picture of her...well, that would be worth a thousand encounters. Especially with a personalized autograph. The thing of it was, he didn’t have a picture of her with him.

He patted his bare chest and looked around at his own ass.

“Sorry, I must have left your eight by ten in my other boxers,” he said with a sly grin. “But...” Bobby looked out the large glass panes to the patio where his camera lay. “I had one in my camera...”

He held out his hands toward her to stop her before she could interject. “Just let me take one good photo. Maybe with you in your bikini again, doing one of these numbers?” He arched his back and jutted out his chest. “Or one of these...” He turned around and bent over, peering at her from between his legs.

“Heck, you can just photo me!”

He made a kissy face at her and crawled over the side of the couch like a tiger.

[dazz]

((Sorry for the delay, busy holiday week...))

As Bobby made a ridiculous show of searching his chest and ass for a photo, he sent Ali into another fit of laughter.

"Geez, Bobby, way to show up unprepared." Ali admonished with a grand roll of her eyes, but her smiling expression contradicted the tone of voice. Her blue eyes fixed on him, she couldn't help but match a wicked expression to that sly grin he gave her.

"But...I had one in my camera..."

She could guess what was on his mind in a heartbeat. More photos. He'd push for some fun shots. Explicit even. However, she wasn't prepared for Bobby to start acting out these pin-up fantasies.

She tried to contain herself when he stuck his chest out, but when he doubled over, ass in the air, looking at her between his legs, she lost it. With a decidedly unfeminine snort, she failed miserably and cracked up. This was too ridiculous, and her laughter suddenly doubled when, unknown to Bobby, she realized she was checking out the behind wiggling in her face.

God damn, can't let him in on that one! His ego wouldn't fit out the door!

Covering her mouth with one hand, the other on her sore abs, she couldn't even reply when he started getting into it. Making the craziest face she'd ever seen on the guy, he pounced onto the couch beside her, trying to the best of his ability to slink.

Ali tore her eyes away from him, tears threatening to breach the brim. Hanging her head down, she couldn't look at him without laughing again. Forcing herself to calm down, she finally let out a sigh and wiped her eyes. Running her hands over her hair, she finally could look back at him with some measure of composure. However, her smile was just as sly as his.

"Oh, you're good at this. But I'm better. For one thing, it goes like this," Quite suddenly, she was in the mode to sex it up a bit herself. Maybe it was the cute little butt or something. She'd been relaxed with him so far, so why be concerned now? Copying his pose, she crawled halfway along the couch to meet him in the middle, hip to one side, her eyes and mouth just so. She looked almost feline in her pose. And just as suddenly, she was grinning like an idiot again.

"And if you want to have a photo to brag about to your friends, you shoulda gone for this one..."

Pushing herself up from all fours and kneeling upright on the leather sofa, she didn't give him time to move, the grin grew wicked a second time. Without much warning, pushed him onto his back, and then she moved in for the kill. On her hands and knees again, she advanced.

"I mean, hell, you came here lookin' for some scandal, right?"

Slowly, her tone most definitely scandalous, she crawled up the couch toward him. She didn't expect him to try and stop her, so she kept going until she was on top of him.

"And then you hold the camera off to the side for the angle shot, hope you get everything in the frame. I mean, you could set it somewhere else and time the shot, but then I'd have to move..."

[Bobby Drake]

Bobby was just about to give a ‘rawr’ for that extra little affect, when Ali caught her breath from all of the laughing and wiped away the tears that were filling her eyes. Stuck in a feline pose with his back arched and his butt up, Bobby didn’t move as she started to talk.

"Oh, you're good at this. But I'm better. For one thing, it goes like this..."

Though he honestly didn’t have a whole lot of doubt that she was better at this, Bobby repositioned himself so that he was kneeling on the couch cushion, watching Ali start to move and grinning like a total idiot. He wanted to tell her about the time the guy said he should be a model, but remembering where that ended up thought maybe it wasn’t the best idea. The guy had gotten his number and called him every night breathing heavy and telling Bobby he was hot. It started to get a little creepy after a few weeks. Bobby started to get suspicious that he didn’t actually work for any modeling agency!

Swallowing hard, Bobby watched as Ali copied his pose and slinked slowly up the couch toward him. He took notes on form. Every square inch of it.

"And if you want to have a photo to brag about to your friends, you shoulda gone for this one..."

His brows furrowed slightly as she got up and then they widened when he was shoved back onto his back, sinking into the plush couch and not getting a split second to react before Ali was climbing aboard the Bobby Express. It was times like this in his fantasy life that he was some cool and suave player. In his fantasy life he would say something smooth and set the mood before the action got under way.

In reality he could only stutter something incoherent like, “Heywa-yo-oh...” His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding out a samba. Dazzler spoke up before anything terribly smooth could come out.

"And then you hold the camera off to the side for the angle shot, hope you get everything in the frame. I mean, you could set it somewhere else and time the shot, but then I'd have to move..."

He was terrified that if he didn’t say the right thing that all of this would disappear. It was a key moment. The right word said, the right look and he was headed for the Promised Land. Bobby’s eyes darted to the side in hopes of some kind of inspiration, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the camera talk. Maybe if he just explained how easy it would be...

“Uh...actually I wouldn’t have to time the shot. Just point and shoot. It's all over in a few seconds.” His brows furrowed again. “Wait a minute, are we talking about the camera?”

Suddenly he felt a little over-exposed.

[dazz]

Ali had laughed in a low, sexy tone as Bobby only managed to come up with pure gibberish in response to her advances. Once more letting his inner geek slip to the forefront, he began talking about the shot and his camera. Just as suddenly as she'd turned on the Sexy Face, it faded. Ali rolled her eyes. Seemed that all these hot moves had fried his brains.

"To get us both in the frame, I meant. Unless you've got some crazy other power to stretch, I don't see how you could get the full shot while lying underneath me. And this is one hell of a brag-worthy position! You wanna be able to show off the whole thing!"

Making a face for a moment, she finally sighed lightly and replied quietly.

"And if we're not talking about the camera, I hope it'd take longer than a few seconds..."

And finally, she was smiling again and gave him a wink. She definitely didn't want him taking what she'd just said the wrong way or anything. Her tone was joking, not mean. However, she had a feeling he'd take her actions the wrong way, at least for a split second, as she began to push herself up again. She'd already killed his fantasy life once, and she realized he was probably thinking the same devastation again. However, trying to stop those thoughts in their tracks, she spoke quickly to explain herself.

"No point in just talking about photos with nothin' to do about it. I'm gonna grab the camera."

[Bobby Drake]

This must have been one of those chick things. Bobby swore he would never understand. His pulse raced, his eyes were bulging and he just lay there looking up at her with a helpless kind of air about him. She was definitely talking about the camera...with her mouth. Her body was saying something else though, and Bobby wasn’t quite confident enough to venture a guess out loud, but he was thinking that what her body was telling him was that she was attracted to him.

All joking aside, he thought about that for a moment and found that he couldn’t bring himself to fully believe it. She was just messing with him. Nothing else.

"And if we're not talking about the camera, I hope it'd take longer than a few seconds..."

It was a rare moment when Bobby actually got embarrassed. “It...you...I...”

She winked and smiled at him. So she was messing with him. But she was still straddling him like he was some kind of...(the appropriate word and one he would think about later when he replayed this event over and over in his mind for the rest of his young life would have been ‘stallion’. But at the time the only thing he could think of was) camel. Though Bobby Drake was far from being a psychic, he had a sneaking suspicion that it was to be forty years in the desert instead of the Promised Land.

"No point in just talking about photos with nothin' to do about it. I'm gonna grab the camera."

And just like that she was up and off and the cold empty air that replaced her somehow hurt him. He watched her walk out the door to get the camera and then buried a pillow on his face for a soft and agonizing scream.

But it was difficult to grieve long in his current predicament. He removed the pillow before she returned and propped it up under his head while he took a look around. There were all kinds of cool lights hanging from the ceiling.

He glanced down just in time to see Ali coming back in with the camera. "Okay, I was thinking we could easily recreate that pose," he said. "Only maybe you could look angrier. Give me some rockstar attitude, baybee!"

[dazz]

Ali didn't bother to look back inside as she walked back to the poolside table. Had she seen his little moment of agony, she perhaps would have felt guilty. However, she was unaware of his internal anguish and rounded the doorway to the game room with as wide a grin on her face as ever. Again she paused just inside the doorway as Bobby threw his idea out there.

"Okay, I was thinking we could easily recreate that pose. Only maybe you could look angrier. Give me some rockstar attitude, baybee!"

She let out another hoot of laughter. Approaching the couch, she dangled the camera by its straps over him. Then, just as casually, she plopped back down beside him. Ruffling her hair for that 'just-out-of-bed, if-you-know-what-I-mean' look. With an overdramatic toss of her head, she gave him her best angry-sultry look.

"Oh? Like this?" She replied with a cool tone. She knew he'd like this one, she was the bomb right now.

"Or should I flip the bird and show you my tongue ring too?"

Striking a pose beside him, she waited for him to get the camera ready. Then his pose of choice could be recreated.

[Bobby Drake]

Bobby reached up languidly and grabbed the camera, hefting its weight when it was dropped into his hands and smiling up at Dazz's laugh and attitude. He decided he was going to call her Dazz from now on. It just sounded cool. Ali was all right, but it was kind of a girly name.

Dazz mussed her own hair with her back turned and then squared off with Bobby with a heart-stopping angry kind of sex-machine look. "Oh? Like this?" He snapped off a couple of shots with wide eyes and a pounding heart while simultaneously managing to nod his head once.

"Or should I flip the bird and show you my tongue ring too?"

The camera clicked again and Bobby looked down to realize his finger had been holding the button down and it was getting kind of frosty. He managed to get up and go across the room to set up the camera on a pillar of ice, aiming it at the couch, and setting the timer to its maximum duration.

Heading back over, he was suddenly kind of timid. He sat on the edge of the couch and looked at her uncertainly. "I guess I don't have to worry about showing too much cleavage," he said looking down at his bare chest.

This was awkward...but he had to ask. "So...wanna hop on, or what?"

[dazz]

Excited and eager, Bobby began snapping phots left and right for every pose she took. He was all for it, nodding his head and staring at her with those wide happy eyes through the viewfinder. Ali couldn't help but laugh at his behavior or the craziness of this entire situation.

She transitioned smoothly from pose to pose to the sound of the shutter. After some sexy goofing around, Bobby stood and set up the camera a distance from the couch, creating a pillar of ice for it to rest on. Distracted for a moment, thinking what that would end up doing to her carpet, she looked back at Bobby once he was on the couch. Suddenly, he seemed much less excited. Nervous even?

"I guess I don't have to worry about showing too much cleavage. So...wanna hop on, or what?"

Addressing his first concern, Ali crossed her arms and gave him a look.

"Don't be gettin' shy on me now. Besides," she continued with a wave of her hand, "Cleavage is a good thing."

Addressing his second point, the rock star held up a finger to say one moment. Grabbing the hem of her tank top, she peeled it off over her head to reveal the skimpy bikini top once more.

"I mean, you like cleavage don't you? Just look at these babies!"

Letting out a loud laugh, she quickly moved for the fly of her capris and peeled them off as well. Standing once more in her tiny bathing suit, she knew it would distract Bobby from his timidness quite well. Bounding toward the couch, she shoved him on his back roughly once again and, as he phrased it, hopped on.

[Bobby Drake]

Bobby missed the look she gave him about his ice column. In fact, he hardly ever thought that far ahead of what might happen when the ice started melting. Somehow it always got cleaned up!

But in response to him, Ali was crossing her arms over her chest and giving him a look that he was pretty sure meant...something. To clarify, she told him sternly to not be getting shy. That order was followed up by a fact that no straight man could argue.

"Cleavage is a good thing."

Bobby thought about that one for a moment. Pursing his lips together he nodded. Yes. Cleavage was a very good thing. While his mind went down familiar avenues of thought, Ali peeled off her shirt. Beneath was the little bikini held on by the tiniest of straps.

"I mean, you like cleavage don't you? Just look at these babies!"

Though the invitation wasn’t needed, Bobby appreciated not feeling like he had to look away. With wide eyes he studied them carefully, every square inch. Then he nodded a little. “They look...plush...” It was the only word he could think of.

By the time Ali had taken off the rest of her suit, Bobby’s mind was suitably sedate. In fact, you could almost hear the wind whistling through his ears and out his gaping mouth. The bathing suit was like being naked. Dazz was standing in front of him...inches away...almost naked!

With one incredible leap, Dazz closed the distance between them, stiff-arming him back onto the couch where the wind was practically knocked out of him, and hopping aboard. The look of shock was what was on Bobby’s face when the camera flashed.

This was Bobby’s happy place.

“This is so much better than an autograph,” he said. His mind totally wasn’t working right now.

[Hank McCoy]

((Don't mind me))



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[dazz]

To the tune of the clicking shutter and a bright flash, Bobby got his picture of a lifetime. Ali knew she'd look good in it, but Bobby was another story. A very surprised expression was on his face as the picture was taken. It didn't falter after the initial shock either. He so wasn't home right now.

"This is so much better than an autograph..."

Backing off slightly, Ali let a gentle smile replace the sex fiend look on her face. Reaching one hand forward, she ruffled his hair and sat up straight, though still strattling his midsection.

"Damn right it is." She replied with a tone of satisfaction. "Now, you still alive in there or has your brain exploded?"

Letting out an amused laugh, she shrugged and figured she'd give him a moment to recover. However, given the far away look in his eyes, she thought his might just be a terminal case.

[Bobby Drake]

SWEET!

Not that Bobby needed any help remembering this day, but this was so awesome of her. Dazz had to be the coolest chick in the world, man! Bobby was giddy. He was smiling from ear to ear and unable to talk. Because...SWEET!!

"Damn right it is."

What? Oh yeah...better than an autograph.

(Sweet!)

"Now, you still alive in there or has your brain exploded?"

It wasn't really a photo he could share with Guido. And he totally wouldn't anyway. Not because he had too much shame or anything like that, because Bobby would totally pose naked or something if it meant a new car. He'd actually offered a couple of times, but they were still thinking about it.

These things took time sometimes.

But he wouldn't use this picture because it was kind of personal. He had other ideas for this picture. Wait a minute...did she ask him something.

Bobby blinked. "Wh-what?"