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| Name of a movie with lesbians on a train? There was a movie on Cinemax in the 80s (probably made in the 70s) which had two women - one blonde, one brunette - on a train having sex. At one point the blonde is standing fully nude as the other comes to her on her knees, then they head to the seat and the brunette lays down as the blonde has at her. Also another scene was in a split bedroom where they are both fantasizing about each other in separate beds. Then later on they were in some bath house type place and a large group of men raped the blonde one. All the while there is a mysterious man following them. Anyone know the title of this movie? |
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| Like???? love?????? hate????? improvise this scene?? Paris was a colossal monument to all things beautiful and magnificent. While New York seemed to function like a six year old on a sugar rush, Paris preferred to savor every moment, one baguette at a time. It was all so incredibly charming. The open air cafes, the broad, tree lined boulevards, the majestic cathedrals, the vintage boutiques, but after awhile, Selisi was homesick for New York, with it's familiar sky scrapers and yellow cabs and the general hustle and bustle. Having not made much friends in the industry, Selisi spent most of her free time chain smoking at Café de Flore, reading translated French poetry and slinking around Collette in oversized Marni tops and ridiculously huge Gucci shades. It was pretty sad for a pretty girl to do that, which was why tonight, she had decided to do something memorable in the city of light. The Marais district was famed for it's gay nightlife and Selisi had decided to check out Pink Friday, a very happening gay and lesbian club, where nearly nude female dancers gyrated seductively against poles and tottered precariously on lacquered table tops. Their transparent plastic outfits would've been futuristic and cool if it had been designed by Y-3, but as such it only channeled Euro trash. Not that the equally trashy crowd cared. They were to drunk and drugged and itching for some action. Selisi ordered the house specialty, Sexy Dance Lovers, which was actually Smirnoff vodka with loads of rum and tangerine and some secret ingredient she didn't care to know. Her face puckered up when she took a sip, but soon afterwards, the tanginess proved to be the addictive kick and she found herself ordering another SDL and lighting up a fag stick. Paris was going to be the death of her, because whenever she tried to remember when she'd gotten addicted to smoking, it had been in Paris, where everyone seemed to be lighting up every split micro second. Through the flame of her Marlboro, she noticed a noticed an Arab boy making goo goo eyes at her from across the room. He sent her a lecherous smile her way and before she could exhale a satisfying puff, he'd sidled up to her. "Danz wiz me?" His mouth smelled like a public washroom. How do you say piss off in 32 different languages? And wasn't he supposed to be gay since this was a strictly gay and lesbian club? Perhaps he was bi? "I no speak English" She adopted what she hoped was a convincing East European accent. "Oh me too" She deliberately blew smoke rings in his direction before turning her attention to the dancers on the bar top. She had to admit she was mesmerized by their silky, liquidy moves, which made ballerinas look like clumsy stone blocks. There was one girl in particular who stood out from the rest. Besides being the only blonde among the brunettes, she somehow managed to carry the tacky looking outfit with class. Her eyes met Selisi's and she winked playfully. Selisi grinned and winked back. "Can I buy you a drink?" Stinky Mouth gestured towards her almost empty highball glass. If she said yes, she'd at least be able to get rid of him, even if it was only for a few minutes, but then, she'd be obliged to him and that was the last thing she wanted. Besides it was getting late (her phone displayed 2:45 am) and she wanted to keep her wits around her to fend of creeps like him. Still… "The Tantalizing G-Spot sounds nice" Stinky Mouth grinned and sped off to get her drink. The dancers on stage were winding down and making way for the next set of dancers, who were probably going to be gyrating till 5 am, not that she wanted to stay to find out. She felt eyes on her as she got up to leave. The dancer who'd winked at her was starring intently, as if trying to place her from somewhere. She ignored the fierce blush creeping up her neck and swung herself out the door, feeling a little tipsy from her Dance Lovers cocktail. If anyone spotted her here, she'd be in hot water with the agency. They weren't supposed to be out after 11 and hanging out at gay bars was a major no no. It wasn't part of the image the agency wanted to project and if she got caught, her endorsement deals could go down the sewage system. "Leaving zo zoon?" It was |
| Sounds good! Your punctuation is a little off, especially with dialogue, but it's intriguing. |
| Spiritually speaking, who wants to read a funny story? This happened a little way back. I met this really hot blonde at a party and we got each others phone numbers. One of the prominent things I remember about meeting her at first was this tattoo of a strawberry by her left lower abdominal area. Well, I called her the next day to set up a time and a place for our first date. On the day of the date, I stopped by my friends house just to kill some time before the date. Him and his woman were talking in the kitchen while I was sitting on the sofa. There was a porno magazine on top of the coffee table. I figured to look inside the magazine to get more motivated for the date. Looking in the magazine, I see a lesbian pictorial of two women, one blonde and the other a brunette. Something about the blonde model looked very familiar. I looked deeper and longer at the blonde model and there it was...the strawberry tattoo on the left side of the abdominal. Yep, the hot blonde in the magazine with everything wide open is the blonde I'm on my way to meet up with. I never told her I knew about her posing nude for a magazine. We had a lot of fun. |
| Hah, that's a cool story. |