Hump Day Kick Start – Cocked and Loaded Bubble Bath Edition

Song of the day: Contagious by Trapt

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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Cocked, loaded and squeaky clean! Seriously, there is no need for me to start this prompt off.  I mean, there could be so many stories spun off this one picture—that is, if you quit trying to look through the bubbles.

Who is he? Undercover agent? Spy? SEAL? Billionaire who made his money in looking so damn good? Just where did that gun come from?

Who is he aiming the gun at? The woman who he has been seducing for sensitive information? Ex-partner in crime? Why is she a threat? Is this a stand-off with her pointing a .9mm at him? Or is her weapon something more…feminine?

Up for the challenge? Love to hear you take.

30 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Cocked and Loaded Bubble Bath Edition

  1. Michelle says:

    I see that gorgeous blonde (aka. “GB” – my favorite, btw) Adonis as a former military security professional. The person he’s pointing the gun at is a respected former adversary doing the same type of job for a rival agency and he is asking GB to do him a favor. The favor is to look after his favorite female cousin.

    She is the dark brown haired, dark brown eyed, glasses-wearing, straight-laced, quirky, geeky, yet funny, computer expert who just uncovered a computer virus that mines information from US/NATO intelligence agencies. She may be his age or a couple of years older, LOVES Monty Python, dry humor, and is unimpressed with military men.

    :*

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    I love the Adonis types, too, Michelle. *giggles* And I can see your set up could be chock full of banter, innuendo, push-pulling, frustrating adventure for GB and Monty Python geeky girl. Especially in THIS scene. Love it!

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  3. Sarah Andre says:

    siiiiigh.
    I’ll be back shortly. Need to daydream on this one for awhile.

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    If you’re anything like me, it’s going to be a looooong daydreamin’ session. *swoons*

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  5. girldrinkdrunk says:

    Oontz! Oontz! Oontz!

    I volunteer for bubble replacement duty at the photoshoot…

    ps
    your headline is killer!

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  6. jbrayweber says:

    HAHAHA! Too funny, Kristen, you naughty girl, you.

    P.S. Thanks!

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  7. Wow!! What a visual. The only word going through my head are:

    “I said shaken not stirred!”

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  8. jbrayweber says:

    Bwahahaha! Awesome, Deanne!

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  9. Sarah Andre says:

    (In honor of Valentine’s Day, let’s get a little edgy, shall we?)

    Mark Johnson is a sex slave.
    Oh, he didn’t start out to be one, and in his wildest dreams he never thought it’d be quite as awful as this. But he’s been ‘serving’ at Her Mistress’s Pleasure for 3 months, 3 weeks and 5 1/2 days. Prior to this shocking career change he was a mild-mannered construction worker who volunteered as a Big Brother and helped out at the local animal shelter on weekends.

    Her Mistress’s Pleasure is known amongst mega-wealthy females who discreetly pass on the location only to their closest bff’s. The mansion blends so well into the affluent neighborhood that it’s actually an old establishment and has never been discovered. Naturally the men who ‘work’ here were drugged, kidnapped and told (after awakening) that a ‘dissatisfied’ client would result in severe punishment. Mark has witnessed some of the fellow slaves go through it, more often than he thought possible. (All slaves are summoned to watch- it’s called The Pep Rally.)

    Needless to say he’s determined to A) escape asap and until then B) to never, EVER leave a woman wanting for more!

    Now most males would think this is the job straight out of their late night fantasies, but the reality of it is: super-wealthy women tend to be old or overweight or menopausal-bitchy or hugely unattractive. So how has Mark managed to ‘get in the mood’ long enough to serve each Mistress until SHE has been thoroughly wrung-out-satisfied?

    Easy. He mentally imagines the mansion’s beautiful maid, Kendra, beneath him (or on top of him.) Each time he catches a glimpse of her while escorting his next Mistress to his ‘chambers’ his heart beats fast and he feels equal parts sweaty and chilled. That’s how stunning she is. He can’t look for long. Glancing at another female in the presence of his latest Mistress will send him straight to The Pep Rally. But it gives him just enough visual motivation to throw himself into his job, filled with boundless energy and animal lust.

    This superior ‘success’ at pleasuring women has caught the attention of the establishment’s owner, Veronica Vile. One afternoon he is ordered to bathe and be ready for HER in one hour. Well, he’s seen VV and is filled with dread! No drumming up porn images of Kendra will get him through this smelly, ugly, blubber-mess. As he walks to his room the other slaves pat his back or fist-bump in sympathy.

    He soaks in the tub sick to his stomach, wondering what he’s going to do now. Suddenly the door opens and Kendra walks in, eyes downcast, and places a warm towel on the tub rim. He can tell by the pity in her face that she, too, knows who his next Mistress will be.

    “Wait,” he whispers as she turns to go. “Please. Just let me see you naked. I need the real image to get through the next few hours.”

    “I have chores.” She nods to the remaining stack of towels in the basket by the door. “I can help you another way.”

    “There is no other way,” he snaps. He’s tried all the MacGyver ways of escaping this hell hole. When she gestures to his warm towel he waves it off. “Strip. Hurry. Before she gets here.”

    Unbeknownst to him Kendra has adored him since the day he was carried through the front door unconscious. She closes the bathroom door, locks it, then turns back and complies. Her beauty takes his breath away.

    As she stands before him she repeats, “I can help you another way, Mar–,” but is interrupted by the sound of a key inserted in the door. The lock clicks. Veronica is half an hour early! Mark thrashes into a standing position, unafraid for himself. His concern is what will happen when Kendra is found in this state of undress.

    He waves frantically at the bathroom closet, not comprehending why Kendra remains in her same gloriously nude pose, long legs posed like she’s a pirate captain on the bridge of her ship. As the knob turns she points again to the towel she’d placed on the bathtub rim. And he sees the nickel-plated handle of a pistol.

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  10. jbrayweber says:

    Okay..okay…still trying to figure the Valentine theme to this one. 😉 Regardless, it is another great story by you, reigning HDKS queen. Of course, you sway me with the pirate captain reference.

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  11. Sarah Andre says:

    Can’t bring myself to share this pic on FB. 😉

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  12. pibarrington says:

    My question is: who was the lucky female that got to ‘strategically’ arrange those suds? And where can I apply for that job?
    Patti

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  13. jbrayweber says:

    You’ll have to wait in line, Patti. But, maybe, just maybe there is an opening for someone to towel him off.

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  14. pibarrington says:

    Pulling out my dishtowels now!

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  15. jeff7salter says:

    CLEARLY, Sarah wins another round.
    All I could think of was that I wanted the girl to trade places with the guy.
    And then I’d volunteer for “placing suds” duties.

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  16. jbrayweber says:

    I KNEW you were going to say that, Jeff. LOL!

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  17. jeff7salter says:

    heh heh heh

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  18. Holy crap! I almost choked when I opened my WP site and saw this from the Muse. *Big Cheesy Grin!* How cool is HE! Wahoo!

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  19. jbrayweber says:

    Haha! Glad you like, Janie.

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  20. Oh Good Lord! Opened up the blog and there he was- cocked, aimed and ready to shoot……..

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  21. jbrayweber says:

    Assuming you mean the gun.

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  22. jeff7salter says:

    you guys kill me

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  23. jbrayweber says:

    And yet, you keep coming back for more. We ❤ you for it, too, Jeff.

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  24. jeff7salter says:

    it’s like a siren’s call to a pitiful sailor

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  25. jbrayweber says:

    We love our pitiful sailor. 😀

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  26. jeff7salter says:

    … which is why I keep coming back!

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  27. Hmmmmmm that’s a rather broad assumption…..

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  28. jbrayweber says:

    Oh, my. *wink, wink*

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