Starting The Ferrari
Oct 25, 2017 18:21:11 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 1 more like this
Post by ForeverKuroi on Oct 25, 2017 18:21:11 GMT -5
Fade in. The camera is facing... a ceiling? There's not much other than drywall with curtains at the very edge. The camera is also shaking. we hear something. Moaning. Groaning.
Ember: "Oh fuck! It's so moist! It's so hot! Oh! I can't even keep my fingers on it, it's so slippery! OH! YES! IT'S SO GOOD! IT'S-"
Mid-sentence, the camera is tilted right-side up. That's where they find Ember Ferrari in the kitchen. She's right next to the oven and in her hand is a turkey leg. Ember's face goes pale as she finds the camera facing in her direction.
Ember: "Jerry, get that camera away from me! I am a beautiful woman, and I'm not going to stand here and feel like a fat cow when all I'm trying to do is eat this beautiful dinner I've spent all night trying to cook!"
Jerry: "Sorry, Ms. Ferrari. To be honest, I forgot we had the camera on. I was just going to test to see if the specs are currently functional."
Ember: "Whatever! I don't need to know about all of this technical mumbo jumbo! That's your job! At least we're not filming!"
Jerry: "Well..."
Ember Ferrari's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
Ember: "Ugh! Fine. Well at least give me a moment to degrease my hands. I can't have the whole world seeing me like this!"
Attempting a sexy face, Ferrari begins to suck on her fingers, looking straight into the camera. Presumably, Mongo, who is reading this RP, is holding his bible near and dear to his heart.
Ember: "Now, it looks like I'm finally making my debut very soon and I'm going against Kuroi Yami. First off, Kuroi? What a stupid name. I mean, I don't want to be rude because she's Japanese and that's her culture, but I did a bit of doing the Google and I found that it means black. And she's not even black! Have you looked at her face? She's doing white face! That's totally racist!"
Ember gives a seductive smile and rubs her nipples over her shirt.
Ember: "Now ME, I am Ember! I'm hot. I sizzle and you got to be careful because I'll just burn your house down if you're not careful.
"
Ember winks just like that.
Ember: "And Ferrari? I'm fast! I have more torque than an exhaust belt, and I'll be cumming and going so fast you'll see smoke!"
Ember does a lap around the spacious kitchen. She returns to the oven only a little bit out of breath. Mind you, the kitchen is only like forty square feet.
Ember: "I am scared of one thing, though. Kuroi Yagami calls herself the Goddess of Death, and you know what? I believe her!"
Jerry: "You do?"
Ember: "SHUT UP, JERRY. THIS IS MY TIME TO TALK! I'M THE SASSY DIVA HERE! NOW STAY QUIET OR I WON'T LET YOU CHECK OUT MY SWEET ASS!"
Ember lifts her skirt and shows off her hairy ass.
Ember: "But yeah. I'm super scared of the powers from this Goddess of Death. I mean look at her potential! Is she going to kill my roots? Is she going to make my skin tone look like I'm Frankenstein's monster? Oh God, what if my clothes clash and my fashion DIES!? She sure is the Goddess of Death but in that ring, this bad bitch is going to show her whassap."
Ember gives acute gross smile to the camera as we fade to black.
Ember: "Oh fuck! It's so moist! It's so hot! Oh! I can't even keep my fingers on it, it's so slippery! OH! YES! IT'S SO GOOD! IT'S-"
Mid-sentence, the camera is tilted right-side up. That's where they find Ember Ferrari in the kitchen. She's right next to the oven and in her hand is a turkey leg. Ember's face goes pale as she finds the camera facing in her direction.
Ember: "Jerry, get that camera away from me! I am a beautiful woman, and I'm not going to stand here and feel like a fat cow when all I'm trying to do is eat this beautiful dinner I've spent all night trying to cook!"
Jerry: "Sorry, Ms. Ferrari. To be honest, I forgot we had the camera on. I was just going to test to see if the specs are currently functional."
Ember: "Whatever! I don't need to know about all of this technical mumbo jumbo! That's your job! At least we're not filming!"
Jerry: "Well..."
Ember Ferrari's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
Ember: "Ugh! Fine. Well at least give me a moment to degrease my hands. I can't have the whole world seeing me like this!"
Attempting a sexy face, Ferrari begins to suck on her fingers, looking straight into the camera. Presumably, Mongo, who is reading this RP, is holding his bible near and dear to his heart.
Ember: "Now, it looks like I'm finally making my debut very soon and I'm going against Kuroi Yami. First off, Kuroi? What a stupid name. I mean, I don't want to be rude because she's Japanese and that's her culture, but I did a bit of doing the Google and I found that it means black. And she's not even black! Have you looked at her face? She's doing white face! That's totally racist!"
Ember gives a seductive smile and rubs her nipples over her shirt.
Ember: "Now ME, I am Ember! I'm hot. I sizzle and you got to be careful because I'll just burn your house down if you're not careful.
"Ember winks just like that.
Ember: "And Ferrari? I'm fast! I have more torque than an exhaust belt, and I'll be cumming and going so fast you'll see smoke!"
Ember does a lap around the spacious kitchen. She returns to the oven only a little bit out of breath. Mind you, the kitchen is only like forty square feet.
Ember: "I am scared of one thing, though. Kuroi Yagami calls herself the Goddess of Death, and you know what? I believe her!"
Jerry: "You do?"
Ember: "SHUT UP, JERRY. THIS IS MY TIME TO TALK! I'M THE SASSY DIVA HERE! NOW STAY QUIET OR I WON'T LET YOU CHECK OUT MY SWEET ASS!"
Ember lifts her skirt and shows off her hairy ass.
Ember: "But yeah. I'm super scared of the powers from this Goddess of Death. I mean look at her potential! Is she going to kill my roots? Is she going to make my skin tone look like I'm Frankenstein's monster? Oh God, what if my clothes clash and my fashion DIES!? She sure is the Goddess of Death but in that ring, this bad bitch is going to show her whassap."
Ember gives a
