let the cold cradle creep, reach, a microphone cord descends noose tied in the line spotlight, false sun falls pale-faced lounge singer she's going to rock a bye easy as a puff of smoke, the devil disappears in the details i don't think she'll even bat an eye sip your brandy, lips bright like candy dip your lashes like peacock necks bowing showing a seductive respect glistening pools of gold; a lingering sour smell, nostrils burn draw in deep breaths like a cherry dropped in a dry cocktail just sweet enough to make believe for one layer to make you forget for one prayer that when you kneel you may not be alone there.
(Minigiantess, Giantess Boss, Small Man, Alternate Universe, New World Order) David swiped his company ID at the reader and walked across the lobby. It was still fairly quiet at this time of morning and he could hear his footfalls on the marble floor. He noticed that over at the receptionist’s desk, the receptionist was standing on his chair and reaching up to adjust the security guard’s necktie. The guard leaned down, hands lightly clasped behind her back, enjoying the attention. At the bank of elevators, David saw two women waiting, deep in conversation. They had clearly just come from a morning workout, as they each had damp hair and a gym bag over one arm. One had red hair and a more sturdy build, with a pin-striped skirt and a sleeveless blouse that showed off her muscle tone. The other was a taller, more lithe brunette – and, he quickly realized, was his sister. David stood discretely apart from them near the elevator doors. They were speaking softly to each other with their