"And…" Her expression practically screams and my body?

Fuck yes, her body. "And?"

She clears her throat. Presses her knees together. Her hands go to the hem of her dress. She plays with the fabric like she's not sure if she wants to pull it down or up.

If I ask, she'll lose the dress.

I can snap my fingers and have her naked in my lap.

Not sure I'm going to be able to think straight until I make her come.

She taps her hands against her thighs. Her voice bounces with nervous energy. "I… I think we can lose the first concept. A screaming breakup in an apartment is easy to shoot and it's high emotion, but it doesn't fit." She looks back to me, not quite selling her switch from pleasure to business. "The second one is better, but it's still not quite the tone."

"I remember someone telling me Dangerous Noise songs are tragedy, tragedy, tragedy."

"Well… there's a lot of bad shit. But Tangled feels fun until you really listen. Even when you listen. It hurts but it feels good too."

My head fills with mental images of filling Lacey with just enough pain to heighten her pleasure. Somehow, I keep my voice even. Professional. "Go on."

"Well, Mal chasing a girl through all these places—a restaurant, a night club, an office. It's a little bit stalkerish, but the twist is that she's dead and haunting his dreams. That makes it work. What if ended with him being a ghost too? And he's trying to find his way back to her because they're these two lost souls?"

"Tragedy, tragedy, tragedy?" I offer.

She laughs. "Yeah, but hopeful."

"I still like it."

"Number three… I came up with something totally new." She folds her hands over the back of her laptop. Her eyes go to the screen then they fix on mine. "It's different."

"Good different?"

"I think so." Her eyes light up. She claps her hands together. "Okay, well, it starts like this epic monster movie. All the guys in the band are coming out of the ocean."

"Naked?"

"Of course. Why would anyone watch otherwise?"

I chuckle. That enthusiasm of hers is infectious. And I'm about as far from enthusiastic as it gets.

She continues. "We'll have to cover you in seaweed to make sure it's PG-13. But

the idea is that you're all coming out of the ocean, these grotesque sea monsters, and everyone is screaming and running away."

"I like it so far."

"And you're on this rampage of destruction, until you hear something. This song. It's coming from the pier. Or, it doesn't have to be the pier. We just need some good outdoor concert venue." Her eyes light up. Her voice is loud, excited. "You have to move closer. Then we go to the pier and we see that Dangerous Noise is playing a concert to a bunch of screaming fans."

"Clothed?"

"Sadly, yes. We'll have the monsters move towards the music. The closer they get, the less people are running, the more they're dancing. By the time they get to the mosh pit, they're a normal part of the crowd and everyone accepts them."

"Still naked?"

"Of course." She stares back at me, waiting for my response.

I'm tempted to torture her, but I don't want to risk her crumbling again. Even if she's seated comfortably on the couch.

"I love it," I say.

Tags: Crystal Kaswell Dangerous Noise Erotic
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