nick mc carthy!fabrizio moretti!

prerna and jenny knew they were the hottest things at t in the park.they were as hot as the blazing sun which whipped the sky like a blinding dominatrix. jen was about to point and sneer to pren about a stupid cunt that had just walked into a tent pole as he had been so distracted by their beauty when she noticed pren had disappeared!where had she gone?? jen stood sucking her calippo in her royal blue sexy dress, her long tousled hair draped over her shoulders like an ikea throw.and then, she saw him... yes, they had met before,a while ago.and now, once again, his piercing blue eyes drilled into her icy defences.she felt her breath catch in her bosom as she regarded him-his shiny winklepicker shoes, his skinny hips, his black sideparted hair gleaming like her own in the light...she couldnt look at him.no,it was too much! she took out a cigarette and placed it beteen her lips,she could feel his eyes still on her, undressing her... and then he walked towards her,saying nothing.he looked straight into her eyes as he lit her mayfair fag. "guten tag,jenny" he said. "nick",she said, coolly."you remember me then?" something like shock crossed his face like a cloud over benidorm. "remember you?"he murmured "i dream about you every night, every time i see bad girls on the telly i think of that germen womans prison drama you told me about. every time i watch history programs about the tzars and tzarinas, i think about your porcelain skin which i could see so much of in that tits out dress, your haughty demeanour like that of an eastern european princess,"oh nick,"she breathed,her whole self trembling "nick i want you..im not ashamed to say it,even if our kids will look like hitler!" he took her rapturously in his skinny arms,so close she could taste the finkbrau on his breath.she felt her knees weaken with the strength and lustfulness of a kaiser of love... "you're so strong for one so skinny"she said breathily "you'd be surprised what these hands can do,"he replied,"i once punched a member of D12 in the face, he had to go to casualty." she burned with desire for this sexualised bavarian urchin. "nick, say it to me in german..." "ja....."he said, as he kissed her.and under the scottish sun, jenny gave into her lust for nick mc carthy,as he seduced her with murmured german words...... meanwhile! prerna had gone for a wander and was rather irritated by the flurry of townies and turbanators who were checking her out. "good god!"she said to herself,its awful to be so fine!" she looked around for her lizard chum jenny but alas!she was nowhere to be seen.and then, she heard his voice... "yeah, julian, i know drew was cute but shes really not what i want."said a sexy new york accent. "well, fab,"slurred his conversation partner,"what is it you want?" "I want .....a beautiful indian girl.one who likes indie and makes fun of her own race." pren's heart leaped, her breath caught. she turned around to see fabrizio morretti, slouching against a wall, his skinny frame covered by low,low jeans and a vintage led zep tshirt which was just waiting to be ripped off...his curls shone in the sun like those of some poodle love god. "i want a girl who repeatedly uses the word cunt and who would drink slimfast in bed.ive wanted her all my life,julian"he said slowly, his beautiful eyes looking off into the distance. "fab,she doesnt exist!"julian moaned. "i suppose,"fab sighed stroking his rough, stubbly chin. "i'll never find her, never, im destined to live without..." his words trailed off.he stared right at her.julian tried to get his attention but he was hypnotized.though she tremebled inside with an overwhelming desire, she kept her patronising schweine cool.they stood and stared at each other, she willed him to come over.his eyes, they never left hers as he pushed the crowds out of the way to reach her. and then he stood in front of her,she could smell the pantene on his hair... he took a grubby finger and ran in thru the front of her hair.his eyes bored into her soul like a drill searching for jimmy and gordy... "who are you?"he whispered. "prerna"she could hardly move. "im fabreeeeezio."he said, kissing her hand "do you like slimfast in bed?" she could only nod, her body trembling with lust... "would you like slimfast in bed with me?"he said taking her in his arms... she kissed him, burning with fabrizio fuelled desire. "oh, prerna ti amo, cara, ti amo.sei veramente bella..." as she and fab locked together in a passionate embrace under the scorching sun,both thought about the little brazilian-italian-indian babies they would soon be making... and they rode off into the sunset on fab's hog........ 1 year on, pren and jen are massive rockstars in the rasputins,even bigger than spandau ballet or limahl, and greatly enjoy taking their scottish-irish-german and brazilian-italian-indian babies (respectively) for walks in the park, but the passion has not died with their men.jen and nick live in an industrial bavarian castle of love where he paints pictures of the body he adores so much.pren and fab spend their days jamming in their new york studio,and he also has found a muse for his artwork..........both have turned down offers from hello magazine. THE END.