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Dare

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Gillian looked up at the sign above the shop and gulped. It read 'Skin Tight', and the black curtains in the window were always kept drawn acting almost mirror-like. She could see herself in the glass of the doorway, her shocking not-at-all natural red shoulder length hair draped over her University's womens rugby team t-shirt, which met at her waist with a pair of light blue jeans with a tear in each knee. Slapped in the middle of the doorway was a sign saying "Over 18s Only, open 8 til late". She looked at her watch, it read 7:30pm.

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

Case of the Missing Suit, The

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It was raining, a dark, damp afternoon in north London, and in a bedroom in a flat someone was unhappy.

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Average: 4.3 (4 votes)

Showtime

She sat there staring into a mirror fixing her make up. Her extremely straight bright red hair fell to just over her shoulders, her fringe cut dead straight. She puckered her lips and painted some dark red gloss lipstick onto them. She sighed and looked at the suit hanging up next to her dressing table. She wasn't in the mood tonight for another cabaret show. The suit was a one piece affair, though it looked like it had jodhpurs, a red tuxedo coat and tails and a built in low cut blouse shirt, it was a special commission for the show.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Flat Tyre

"Why? Why, why why..." I thought as my car rumbled to a stop in a lay-by. Here I was on my way to a particularly interesting party, when I get a flat tyre. I got out of the car and looked at the tyres. It was nearly sunset, the sun was a brilliant orange colour. 
 
"Oh for f..." I mumbled to myself as I looked at the drivers side back tyre. It was quite obviously flat. Looked around the tyre and there was nothing obviously wrong. I pulled open the boot of the car and started taking out all the junk looking for the spare, a horrible space saver tyre.
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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Halloween

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There was a knock at the door. Amelia ran to the door while pulling on her bathrobe, towel perched atop her head like a soft serve ice cream. "Flip, only an hour to go" she mumbled as she answered the door. There stood a man from ParcelEx holding a package in his hand.

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Waikiki Kat Conundrum, The

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The flat was dark, dank, and the curtains were drawn, the light shining through just a crack to illuminate the mess. It was strewn with empty coffee cups, half empty cider cans, various women's magazines, general letters and papers, and old takeaway boxes. Against a wall was a battered chesterfield brown leather sofa with an old blanket on it. A ginger tabby cat laid curled up on the window sill.

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Case of the Missing Cat, The

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It'd been about 3 months since we'd foiled the case of the London Blimp Advertising Company. Luckily we'd managed to save the stars of the Greater London Broadcasting Company and returned them to their rightful place, GLBC had been going great guns with a new boss in charge, and we'd been paid handsomely for our trouble.

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Average: 2 (2 votes)

Case of the London Blimp Advertising Company, The

My name is Holmes, Sarah Holmes, consulting detective, though admittedly I’m not actually very good at it, oh I solve the case, but more by luck than judgement. This completely true story is about the London Blimp Advertising Company and how I solved the case. 

It all started about two weeks ago, when my partner in crime as it were,  burst through my office door.

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Average: 3.8 (4 votes)

Bounce - The Game Show

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I’m rather nervously sitting in the green room. It was a brand new game show being shot, it was called rather ominously “Bounce”. I look around and meet eyes with a fellow contestant. She was about 5’11” tall, had enormous boobs, green eyes, and shockingly red hair, not ginger, bright red, she looked about the total opposite of me, I’m 5’4” tall, blonde, and I have a fairly curvy figure, but nothing like hers. She caught me staring and I looked away.

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Average: 4 (6 votes)

Going to a Ball

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Jennifer was getting ready to go out to the club night that she and her boyfriend Keith liked to frequent. It was at a local nightclub, but it was let out for fetish nights once a month, and this night was a particularly good night as Jennifer had recently acquired a brand new catsuit.

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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)
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