Author Topic: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild  (Read 45793 times)

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #390 on: Feb 05, 2015, 09:46:20 PM »
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #391 on: Mar 12, 2015, 05:27:37 PM »
"Quiet," you tell me as I start to gasp with anticipation. Your breath feels hot against my neck, your hands firm, your grip steady. I look you in the eye. Why did I come here? The bravado I had earlier in the evening is beginning to falter. In your presence I feel weak. Bare. My pretences have gone. I can't give the illusion of calm any longer. I look away, down at the floor, struggling to catch my breath. Your hand grasps my chin and you force me to look back. "Ask me," you command... but I can barely speak. Your gaze is persistent, and a million thoughts are running through my head. I'd come along with a friend, just to chat, not for this. But then something inside me had driven me to explore and I'd come across you... you in that back room, hidden away from all the rest. There was something about you, something powerful, something I'd felt earlier in the evening when your arm had brushed mine and I'd felt like I was falling through the floor. I'd dismissed it then, but there was no denying it now.

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #392 on: Mar 13, 2015, 12:30:31 AM »
So what happened next Jean, I'm intoxicated with suspense! ;)

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #393 on: Mar 13, 2015, 08:19:34 AM »
So what happened next Jean, I'm intoxicated with suspense! ;)
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #394 on: Mar 14, 2015, 12:14:30 PM »
scouser, why did you take yours down? I hadn't read it properly, spoilsport! :)

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #395 on: Jan 01, 2016, 10:07:13 PM »
I looked away from her, squinting into a haze of sunlight from the window. "Yes."

"Don't be. Please."

I didn't know what to say.

You can't simply tell someone not to be embarrassed.

You either are or you aren't.

I most decidedly was.

Ava spoke again, "The first year or so after I broke into the business, I worked in a bullpen. I was the only colored person and the only female. No one ever treated me badly, but I never quite fit in either. It's like they handled me with kid gloves... as if they were afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing."

"When I started getting enough steady assignments of my own, it made sense to freelance. So, I rented this apartment and set it up as a studio. Freelancing is lonely work, though. It seems like the only time I ever had any human contact is when I went in to pick up scripts and drop off art."

"Eventually," Ava went on, "the workload became too much for me to handle on my own. I hired an assistant who was recommended to me by one of my editors. He was a disaster. He was competent enough, I suppose, but it quickly became apparent that he resented working for a female, especially a female who was also a negro. So, that only lasted about three months before he hightailed it out of here."

"My second assistant came to me the same way you did, by way of Paul, your teacher, Mr. Dylan. Paul and I went to school together and got to be good friends. I don't know if you know this, but Paul is a pretty good comic book artist himself. Paul's problem, though, was he couldn't hack the deadlines. He was just too slow to make a decent living at it. So, he turned to teaching instead."

"Well, anyway, Geoff, the fellow Paul sent me, worked out just fine. He learned quickly and was a hard worker."

Ava got out of bed, stood on tip-toe and raised her arms upward in a back-arching stretch, groaning with the effort. She had on no sexy lingerie - just plain, flannel pajamas, and yet they did little to conceal the undeniably feminine figure beneath.

"Geoff was with me for two years. Being a painfully shy fellow, he didn't provide much in the way of companionship, but he did get the job done - and done well." Ava crossed the room to where I was. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she looked into my eyes with a disconcerting directness. "After a while, though, I ran into the same problem with Geoff that I expect I'll have with you before long."

"Problem? What's wrong?"

Ava chuckled and, with a surprisingly intimate gesture, she placed her hand on the side of my face. "Talent, hon," she chuckled again. "You're too capable to remain an apprentice for very long. I'm pretty sure you're ready to handle assignments of your own right now. I just wanted to ease you into it so the transition wouldn't be too jarring. When you're starting out on your own, those tight deadlines can be panic inducing. I figured it would be easier if you first encountered that while you're still here, so that I can provide backup in case you get into a jam."

"While I'm still here?" I repeated stupidly. "Does that mean... " I felt a physical pang at the thought that I might be leaving soon. I'd been so happy with our arrangement... so fond of Ava...

"We'll talk about that later. I seem to have wandered from my initial point, though, which was how much I've enjoyed having you here. As I said before, freelancing is lonesome work. I used to spend some of my spare time with Paul. He never seemed to give a damn about my color and he was a lot of fun to be around. Smart, funny, thoughtful. But after he got married, it became clear that his wife wasn't crazy about him spending so much time with another female."

"I'd actually gotten used to being on my own, again," Ava continued, "until you got here." She absent-mindedly brushed my hair back behind my ear with her fingers. "I'd become so wrapped up in my work, that I hadn't realized how lonely I was."

"I don't mean to harp on this and I hope I don't sound whiny, but when you're a negro working in a business where everyone else is white, you're always wondering where you stand... how you fit in. Sometimes it's just a feeling in the back of your mind, other times it's very much in the forefront of your thoughts. Unfortunately, to some degree, you're gonna find this out first hand. You may not be colored, but you are a woman, and the old boy's club doesn't exactly roll out the red carpet for females either."

"Since you've been here, that's all kinda faded into the background. It's been such a relief to be with someone who was at ease with me and with whom I could let my hair down too. If I haven't properly said thank you for being such a good friend, shame on me. But, I'm telling you now, it is very much appreciated."

I was momentarily at a loss for words. It was such an open, generous thing to say. How do you respond to that?

Before I could answer, Ava laughed, "That's my rambling, windy way of saying I don't give a damn about your fear of thunderstorms and don't you dare to be embarrassed on my account."

She took me in her arms and squeezed me tight. Her soft chuckle was in my ear, "You think you're the only one with fears? Get in line, sister. Get in line."

I pulled away so that I could look Ava in the eye when I asked, "Speaking of fears, what was that you said earlier about handling assignments of my own? Are you already plotting my departure?"

"Come with me." Ava took my hand and led me from her bedroom into the studio. She opened the top draw of her taboret, withdrew a stapled sheaf of papers and handed them to me, saying, "It's yours if you want it."

'It' was a script for an 8-page western comic book story.

"What do you mean, it's mine?" I wondered aloud.

"The full job... pencils, inks and letters... I think you're ready to leave the nest and fly on your own. What do you think?"

A shiver of excitement flitted through me. "I'm pretty sure I can do it, but what about you? I mean, I don't think I can get this done at the same time as I'm assisting you."

Ava's face lit with one of those luminous smiles. "If things play out the way I hope they do, I won't be needing an assistant anymore."

My excitement quickly transmogrified into a dizzying brew of fear and disappointment. This must have been evident from my expression, because Ava hurriedly assured me, "No, no, I'm definitely not trying to get rid of you. Quite the opposite."

"Here," Ava pulled her chair back from her drawing table and gestured toward it, "why don't you have a seat while I see if I can't explain my harebrained scheme. Keep in mind," she cautioned with a wag of her forefinger, "this whole thing is dependent upon a number of 'ifs'. Ready?"

I nodded my assent.

Did this die here? I was very much enjoying it and looking forward to hearing about the proposal.... ??? :)
I realise it's some years ago. Still; would love to know what happened next...

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #396 on: Jan 15, 2016, 01:54:21 AM »
I wrote a story once upon a time and won the competition ...it's available as a short story on amazon but I could make it free for a weekend and post the link here if anyone is interested

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #397 on: Jan 15, 2016, 09:31:50 PM »
I bet people would be!  :)

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #398 on: Mar 19, 2016, 11:31:47 PM »
I wrote a story once upon a time and won the competition ...it's available as a short story on amazon but I could make it free for a weekend and post the link here if anyone is interested
I am.  :)
One day I'll laugh about this!😑