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They say every man has a special talent.  Mine isn't that useful, but at least it's unique.

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Average: 4.4 (13 votes)

Ascent

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She strode barefoot across the sands, wavy black hair blowing in the wind behind her.  Tall, tanned, and athletic, her red one-piece swimsuit hugged her form, leaving nothing to the imagination.  It was a clear day, and the beach had more than a few visitors, some of whom had noticed her arrival.  She knew she would attract attention - and even more, soon enough - though she paid it no mind.  What others thought, or would think, was of no concern to her.

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Average: 4 (8 votes)

Showdown

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Julia pouted. "It's not fair.  I get all ready to go out..." The tomboyish girl gestured to herself, dressed in a tank top, jacket, sandals, skirt and bike shorts. "...and they tell me that I can't because of some 'alleged incident.'"

"'Alleged incident?'" Charlotte asked.

"Something about another lab on campus exploding," she said dismissively.

"Weren't you working in that lab at the time?"

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Average: 4.3 (12 votes)

Mentos

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Tania eyed the two-liter bottle of diet soda in her hands nervously. "Do I really have to do this?"

"'fraid so," Claire said, breaking open a fifth roll of Mentos. "New pledges have to be initiated.  Them's the rules." She dumped the contents into the blender before tossing the paper aside and opening another roll.  "Honestly, you're getting off easy."

The blonde glanced down at the second two-liter bottle by her feet. "Are you sure?"

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Skymall

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Flora sighed, closing the door behind her.  It had been a hectic week full of meetings, conferences, more meetings, visits to factories, motivational speakers of dubious quality, still more meetings and, curiously, a visit by the police regarding an escaped convict posing as a motivational speaker.  At some point during the day she had resolved to strip off her suit and mini-skirt the second she got home, but when she finally arrived she was too worn out to even put in the effort, only wanting to relax and not have to worry about anything.  She would have liked

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Average: 3.4 (5 votes)

Succubus

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The gentleman leaned back in his chair, staring intently at the paper in front of him as he attempted to decipher the meaning of the patterns it bore. It was a puzzle that had eluded him for far too long, but after careful consideration and study he felt he understood it enough to try his hand at deciphering it.

"Oh, I see," he muttered. "If the one goes here..." He entered a "1" in one of the boxes on the paper. "...then the seven would go... here. I think I'm starting to get the hang of this."

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Average: 4.3 (15 votes)

Descent

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The woman shoved open the side door of the plane, the sputtering engine spewing a trail of smoke into her face. Coughing, she leapt out, falling into the skies as her craft listed away from her towards the ground. Reaching to the strap on her shoulder, she yanked on her parachute's cord.

Nothing.

Reaching down, she took hold of the emergency cord and gave it a sharp tug.

Still nothing.

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Average: 3.7 (7 votes)

Thirsty

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In a world much like ours, in a town much like one you've seen before, there lived two young women, Flora and Jordan. They first met in high school, their friendship sparked by their uncanny similarity to each other, both being fair-skinned blue-eyed brunettes, but as they matured the similarities faded: Flora grew taller, Jordan grew a bit more full-figured; Flora wore her hair long, Jordan cut hers short; Flora developed into responsible and mature young adult, while Jordan... well, you get the idea.

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Three

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It had all happened so quickly. Nicole had been walking home from work when all of a sudden a gang of women in black catsuits burst from a nearby building and dragged her inside, kicking and screaming, into the back room. Waiting for her was another woman - a dominatrix - wearing a leather corset and holding a bicycle pump.

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Science

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The short-haired brunette waved wildly, exuding a natural exuberance that only came from lack of responsibility. "Hello there! I'm Jordan."

The pony-tailed brunette nodded in acknowledgment, exuding a natural dignity despite wearing a skin-tight blue bodysuit that left precisely nothing to the imagination. "I am Flora."

"...and we are here," Jordan said, gesturing to the empty beach they were at, the gas cylinder a few feet away and another object covered with a cloth, "are here to do SCIENCE."

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)
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