What's Carl looking at?

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

it's meeeee
lol

Supercimm. hehe

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
No, it's Sensordame!!

Carl: Sensor, what the hell are you doing standing on that bridge, with no clothes on!??? I've told you a million times I can't marry you!! You know my heart belongs to Amanda!! Now get down from there before you hurt yourself!!

Sensor: Okay, coming ready or not...

haha thanks sensor,
of all the names you could have picked for carl to marry you picked mine mwah thanks darl
if only that were true though, *sigh* would be so nice for that dreams to come true.

Obviously that was a slip of the fingers there right Sens? You meant to type in Carl's heart belongs to Angeo!

Hey!!! Whatever happened to sharing?!!!!

Carl: Oh my sweet Jeepers - it's amby!! And she's on that supersized billboard up there, advertising sexy lingerie!! Woh mama!!
Oh hang on. NO, she's advertising my new album!!!!!
Go amby, you sweetheart!! I have the best fans EVER!!
And I DO love how you draped the Album Title! (tastefully of course...)



(Sensor apologises profusely to amby and bends low, grovelling ... Hopes this little 'dream' makes up for former lapse.)

Well of course Carl's looking at an Ambercat on a hot tin roof.

And what about my dreams? You think just 'cause I'm a little jittery dangling from great heights that I wouldn't hoist my near-naked self up on a crane hook to get honeyman's attention?

Yoo hoo Carl!! Look up this way darling! Drag your astonished gaze away from that feline in lingerie for a moment and loooky up here at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Carl: Angeo, tell that bloody crane driver to get you down from there, and stop swinging you about, in the wind!! It's dangerous, hanging like that - you could end up in the drink!!
And then I'd have to tear my clothes off, dive into the harbour yelling 'Angeo, Angeo, wherefore art thou Angeo?', get my arms around your near-naked body and rescue you!! Thank godz I learned mouth-to-mouth in the Navy!!


Angeoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Stop unhooking yourself!!

Help Carl!!! Help meeee! splash!! - I - can't - swim!!! Caaaaarrrl!!! ... Hey what's this? I'm in the deck pool of the QEII? Darn it, crane driver! Next time check that there's no luxury ocean liner in the way when I ask you to drop me in the harbour! Jeez contractors! Yeah okay lady, sorry I landed on your 80 year old sugar daddy, I'm sure he'll regain consciousness - just stop the histrionics and go find a seaman to give him CPR! I have my own seaman to attend to! Blast - wherefore art my Carl now?

You just can't rely on crane drivers these days....

Oh my sweet Sugar-snaps!!
THAT'S what Carl's looking at!! It isn't amby, or angeo, or amanda, or sensor...

It's that whopping bloody great QE2!!!!
He can't keep his eyes off it!

It's the lure of the sea. It's never left him...

How can we compare with that??
He loves those rolling waves, the deep bluegreen sea, the shining harbour and all the little ferry boats welcoming the QE2, the sleek lines of the gigantic ship docking beside the massive city skyscrapers, those sailors working busily at their tasks, smiling at the rich passengers...

Carl!! Would you please get off that sundeck?? Just because there's a woman in the pool there drowning, there are plenty of others who'll rescue her I'm sure!! (Actually if she stood up, the water's only 1 metre deep for pity's sake...)

Carl!!
Oh my Godz, he's ripping his gear off!! Hubba hubba!!!!!!!! He's gonna jump in and get that woman out!! Oh my hero!! (even if that dame's playing it for all she's worth.) All that tanned skin and muscle!!

And now there's a little crowd, cheering him on!! Hey amby!! amanda!! What are you both doing here, looking immaculately gorgeous, wearing those sultry bikinis and carrying white fluffy towels!!????

Well!! You may all think you have Carl wrapped up, loidies, but I'm waiting for my turn!!

*sensor sits at her table for two, drapes herself Audrey Hepburn style in the lounge chair, looks at the two beerbottles, the two shiny glasses, the silver bowl filled with clinkers, and waits for beerbote...*

i like it i like it, very imaginative. someone really needs to write a book with all us dames and honeyman carl as the lead characters i imagine it would be a book i'd actually sit and read.

I'm thinkin that book might end up being banned a-r...

Okay Carl honey.... you've dragged Angeo out and she's breathing .... now come on over here and let me help you dry off a bit...can't have you catching cold just before your tour.... *takes honeyman's hand and leads him away to a layback chair, stretches him out and rubs his glistening body gently with fluffy towel*

*watches amby, in her alluring bikini, bending over Carl and rubbing him briskly to get the circulation going...Sees amanda running over, also in miniscule swimwear, towel at the ready, as she takes up her position on the other side of the deckchair...Sees Angeo, near-naked, soaking clothes plastered to her body, staggering over to Carl to Thank him profusely for saving her...*

This is not going at all how I planned!!
Here I am, waiting for honeyman, and he's being attended to, by everyone but me!! (and I'm the one who WROTE this freaking tale!!)
Surely that can't be right!!!?

Well, sensor never quits. I will devise a plan, sinister but ingenious in its design, to drag my honeyman away from the clutches of this beauteous bevy, and into my own two waiting arms!!
*throws hair back, gives an evil laugh, and sculls down beer that was meant for Carl. Brushes away one slow tear...*

You just wait and see!!

After all - tomorrow is another day!! Hic!!

Carl: "Ladies, ladies you’re too kind . . . oooooh yeah Amby keep rubbing me there …mmm Angeo can I suggest you remove all your wet clothes before gratefully hugging me, Amanda honey … while you shower my face with sweet kisses, just towel my waterlogged ears . . . I’m sure I can hear the alluring sound of big band swing" .. . .*scrambles up from the deckchair* . . . "Oh man - trumpet yeah!!! There's a band playing swing right here on the pool deck!! and – holey moley! - who is that ravishingly beautiful woman conducting them? "

Carl prises grasping women off his sleek half-naked body and mesmerized follows the sound of the swinging jazz band – where Sensor, beguilingly beautiful in a shimmering figure-hugging satin dress, waves her baton expertly and watches in satisfaction as her plan to draw Carl to her works a charm . .

Sensor: "Welcome aboard, Beerbote." *bats eyelashes seductively, takes his hand and gives him a shiny brass trumpet* "Just thought I’d assemble this little 20-piece band for you. I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist …. "

Carl: "Sensor baby . . . you truly know the way to a jazz seaman’s heart" *caresses her face with tender hand, eyes smouldering, lips parted, moving closer to Sensor’s own quivering mouth ….. . recoils in surprise "is that beer I smell on your breath? don't you know I'm gluten intolerant?" *cough, splutter* "oh but I just cannot resist a beautiful, talented, music teacher - come here Sensor baby . . . "

Oh angeo!! What a lovely story for sensor!!

As I was reading it, I actually got quite...um... I am so in lust!!

'caresses her face with tender hand, eyes smouldering, lips parted'...


I've always known that baton would come in handy for something REALLY useful one day!!
And I've always wanted to give Carl a shiny trumpet!!

Now if only I'd remembered those tic tacs for beer-breath!!

Ladies, just amuse yourselves while Carl and I go below decks to discuss the stillest hour...what!!?
Angeo said I was 'beguilingly beautiful'!! It must be so!!


'Ooh Carl, these steps down to the cabin are really steep. I think I need your arm around me...'

Oh you're welcome Sensor darl

Gee I wonder what happens next?

Oh I know . . .

.... below deck, in her luxuriously appointed cabin, resplendent with king size circular satin bed and marble jacuzzi, the sensuous Sensor proceeded to have her wicked way with the tall, handsome, irresistible Carl. But as things were hotting up, Sensor's beer-laden kisses caused Carl to suffer a severe gluten-intolerance reaction . . .

Sensor: 'What is that gurgling noise? Did someone turn the spa on?'
Carl: 'It's - oh man - my tum's churning . . . gotta go . . . '

haha.
its meeeee

Down in the romantic cabin, awash with flowers and candles, Carl has staggered to the bathroom and is throwing up violently. Sensor
wants so badly to go and hold his head and say soothing words of comfort and be an angel of mercy to him in his torment, but she has had so much to drink (waiting for all those gorgeous women to leave him), that she's now paralytic.
Since the one bathroom is occupied, she weaves her dizzy way up to the open air and hangs her head over the side... it could be a long night.
Finally, done, she realises poor beautiful Carl is downstairs struggling, and all because of HER!! Mortified, she scrambles down the steep stairs to her cabin; but before she can even enter the room, her ringing ears are assailed with the sounds of...what IS that!!?... is it laughter??!!! Merriment?? GIGGLING?????

Sensor throws open the door.
There, seated on her luxurious satin-sheeted bed, and holding Carl in a tight embrace, is a vision of such loveliness and perfection, Sensor thinks she might barf all over again!!
Blonde tresses entwine themselves around him; beautiful legs are draped on the bed in never-ending loveliness; her braceleted arms are hugging and stroking Carl's back; she's wearing only what she has to, to keep from being arrested; and Carl is looking into her gorgeous big blue peepers, with such awe, Sensor doubles over with instant grief.

'NOOOOOO!!!!!', she cries in heartache, and lurches forward. 'This is just too much!! I finally get my gorgeous honeyman all to myself, alone in this cavern of love, and what happens?? I get pie-eyed; he gets allergic; and just to top it off, Supergirl flies her amazing self in here, and totally disorients honeyman with her beauty, leaving him utterly powerless to fight her off!!'

What's the world coming to, I ask you??!!!!!!
Bad enough I have to compete with all the beautiful broads on this forum, but now Superdupergirl has come in here and swept Carl off his feet!! Literally!!
"Hey super-girlie-one!! What are you doing?? Why are you picking Carl up in your two perfectly tanned arms?? HEY!!
Put that man down! Just because you have super-powers doesn't mean you have to show them off at every turn!! Where are you going with him?? (And why does Carl have such a look of wonder and admiration on his face!!??)
Hey, get back here, Super-sleek-one!!'

Sensor watches, helpless, while Super-bunny-Barbie in one seamless move, opens the large porthole and with honeyman in her embrace, flies off into the blue. Her cape balloons in the night sky, while Carl's arms hold her neck tightly. Finally, they're just a speck on the horizon; a tiny whoop in the wind...

Sensor throws herself on the empty bed and sobs uncontrollably, promising herself she'll never drink again...

How does a Sensor compete with the world's sexiest female Super-hero??

Sniffing, she realises she needs a diversion - something to get Supergirl and her precious cargo back on board - but she's so stunned and heartbroken, her mind is an empty shell...

haha i win
lol
but thats an awesome story

Amby sits up startled and can't believe her eyes as she sees honeyman whizzing by in a blur with some blonde bird in a cape carrying him away!!! (sorry cimm....we want him back!!!!) Amby to the rescue!!!! *dashes around and drags all the big band members (who'd wandered off to have a drink and polish their instruments) back on deck and orders them to play full blast!!!!!* Suddenly the faint sound of an answering trumpet filters down from the sky... amanda grabs a band members trumpet and even though she's never played a note in her life, blasts out a piercing desperate toot!!!! Come back Carl!!!!!! COME BACK!!!!!!!!

Angeo saw the dastardly Carl-napping and heard the trumpet call to arms. She ran to the sound of trumpets where Amanda and Ambercat were summoning the whole crew and band to action stations. Angeo knew what to do “There’s a chopper on the aft deck girls!” she yells, “grab your gear and follow me!” pretty soon the chopper with the trio of A’s was in hot pursuit of Carl and his captor. “There they are Angeo” Amanda nudged Angeo who was deftly steering the aircraft towards the billowing blue object that was Supercimm and her captivated captive.

"Aha! They’re heading North!” Ambercat analysed the state-of-the-art control panel with an expert eye and her fingers typed nimbly across the blinking array of buttons, “I’m initiating the tracking device that I slipped in Carl’s jocks whilst I was toweling him dry – ok I’ve got a fix on them, stay with them Angeo, due North. We’ll catch that man-hungry Barbie-bunny Supercimm and teach her how to share!”

“What about Sensor?” Angeo frowned, “I know she tried to seduce Carl all by herself with her music and hot-tub, but let’s be honest girls, who wouldn’t?”

Ambercat and Amanda had to agree. “I’ll send her a text,” said Amanda, “I’m giving her the coordinates for the rendezvous point. Hamilton Island here we come!”

Sprawled on her satin circular bed in her luxuriously appointed QEII cabin, the desolate but unremorseful Sensor broke down in tears when she read her text, grateful that the Triple A Team were on their way to rescue Carl. “Oh Carl my love” she whispered aloud huskily “I will have you, soon”, she leapt from the bed and set to booking her flight ….

Angeo examined the soaring blue figures in the sky ahead “Okay we’re gaining on them and Cimm hasn’t noticed us. Are you ready for some action girls?”

“We’re A-okay, ready to roll Angeo” Ambercat attached a harness to her waist and ran her hands over her taut hips, smiling like a Cheshire cat “Carl is gonna think I’m so hot in this slinky black catsuit!!”

“Not when he sees me in this darl” Amanda was eye-popping in her body hugging catsuit, purpose-designed for extreme Carl action “okay lets do this! Eat our dust Charlie's Angels!”

Angeo maneuvered the chopper to hover above the blonde caped Carlnapper while Ambercat and Amanda positioned themselves to leap from the chopper. "Checklist girls!” Angeo yelled “okay harnesses secured?”
“check!!”
“kryptonite syringe loaded?”
“check!!”
"sedative lipstick applied?”
“check!”
“okay, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Magnolia-a-a-a-a-a-ah!”

Like soaring trapeze artists, Amanda and Ambercat lithely leapt from the chopper and arced through the sky. Suspended from the chopper by their harness ropes they bore down upon the startled Supercimm who almost dropped Carl when Ambercat jabbed her butt with the syringe. Amanda quickly snapped her harness around Carl who struggled, dangerously disorientated in his altitude-induced stupor. There was nothing else to do, Amanda had to administer her sedative lipstick to settle him …. “Mmhhh! Mmmmh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” Carl was subdued in moments but now Amanda had her chance she was intent on prolonging the experience, ‘just a taste of what our life together will be my sweet Carl, when you are my very own,’ Amanda’s mind raced as she carried on, and on, devouring his lips.

Impatiently Ambercat slung the unconscious Supercimm over her shoulder and dealt a swift kick to Amanda. “Surely, he’s asleep now Mands!” Amanda tore her lips away from the moaning Carl’s luscious mouth, “whaa? Oh – oh er no - I think he might still be a bit stressed, just a little more …” but before she could lock lips with him again Ambercat deftly wrapped her legs around Carl’s waist, unhitched his harness and clipped it to the now snoring Cimm. She swung away leaving Cimm dangling off Amanda. Then, holding Carl’s pliant body in a secure embrace, she administered her own sedating lips hungrily to his, uncaring if he was still awake or not “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”.
‘At last’ Ambercat thought as she plundered his lips ‘a taste of how it will be when Carl is mine, all mine and only mine!’
Carl, drug addled and semi-conscious, saw blue sky, fluffy white clouds and could taste the ambrosia of Ambercat’s sweet kiss and he fell into a peaceful slumber …
He awoke to the sensation of millions of light fingertips tickling his skin. His thick dark lashes opened sleepily and he could make out the silhouettes of four women bending over him. They were speaking in hushed whispers, “I think he’s coming around Angeo….”
“Angel?” Carl muttered “Am I in heaven?”
“Carl darling, just relax, you’re alright, now.”
“We’re just anointing you with essential oils, to speed your recovery. We probably don’t all need to be doing it but we all wanted to so much we were happy to share”
“I hope you like it Carl, don’t worry we are all highly qualified masseurs”

Carl groaned, then moaned, then squirmed to get in a better position for a particularly expert set of fingers to massage the spot just below his left collarbone and next to the curve of his shoulder, and for another expert ministration of the spot just to the right of his lower ab muscles and nearly, but not quite in the hollow of his right hip. “oh yeah, oh, oh, oh that’s good, oh yes there, mmmmmmm, I , I .. . . hey! Am I naked?!!!!”

Angeo giggled and patted the fluffy white towel draped across his hips, “you’re perfectly decent Carl, in fact very, very decent, mmm-hmm, and we wouldn’t do anything to make you feel violated, without your consent. Now, how about a cuppa?”

Carl heaved himself up on one elbow and raised his other hand groggily to his brow. Four girls gasped at the vision of the muscles rippling in his chest “Where are we exactly?”

“Oh we’re just at Ralph’s villa on Hamilton Island”, Amanda said chirpily. “So we’ve got everything you need here. Food, grog, swimming pool, hot-tub” she gave a little shudder of anticipation, “all yours Carl …..”

Ambercat popped a sugar cube into Carl’s tea “And Supercimm has been converted back to plain Cimm and is undergoing therapy to learn how to share, so she should be fully recuperated and able to join us in about a month”

Sensor cleared her throat and crossed her fingers behind her back “And I’ve explained to the 3 A’s about the fiasco back at the QEII Carl, how you lost your sea legs and were feeling a bit woozy so I took you down to the cabin for you to lie down a while before Supercimm crashed through the porthole and abducted you!” She drew a breath a little too sharply.

The 3 A’s looked skeptical but let it slide.

“So all’s well that end’s well Carl. Pancakes? They’re gluten free of course.” Angeo dished out a stack of pancakes and drizzled them with maple syrup. But her words belied her true feelings. All would not be well until Carl was hers alone and until that day, she would make sure he ate properly . . . help him build up those muscles and give him plenty of energy … he'll sure need it

Meanwhile in a 3 feet thick lead encased iron cell in the centre of town, Cimm had given up trying to penetrate the walls with her x-ray vision and was tying the last knot in the ropes binding her gagged psychotherapist to his chair. She gave her long blond tresses a flick “I’ll just have to use my other superpowers and charm my way out with my super good looks and curvaceous Marvel comics bod. Then I’ll be outta here and on my way back to Carl’s lovin’arms.” She giggled with delight at her own genius and waited for the cute young warden to bring her afternoon tea……

haha love it angeo you are so artistically cleaver in the way you describe each and every thing so thorough can't wait for the next installment.

Me waiting for the cute warden. or for carl. *evil grin*

Sensor was happy the other beauties had given her the co-ordinates to Hamilton Island. (Although she wondered how Amby had managed to slip the tracking device into Carl's boxers, the naughty minx. )
She stepped out of the sea-plane and into a little dinghy, which reminded her instantly of beerbote. How she loved that man!!
The beautiful resort of Hamilton Island spread before her, as the dinghy neared shore; and wicked visions entered her brain.
She and the other Carl-dames could live a wondrous life on this lovely place. Swimming, snorkelling, sun-bathing, whale-watching, Carl-watching...

She fairly ran to Ralph's villa, hoping Kat would not be there - there were only so many Carl-lovers even Sensor could take! And though Sensor loved and appreciated their management of Carl, she harboured a dark secret that someday SHE could take over his management fulltime...

Adjusting her leather pants - think Olivia Newton-John in Grease - and her skimpy top, she found the villa, which sat on a private stretch of beach, quite isolated. As she neared it, she could hear faint murmurs and groans coming from within.
It sounded like an orgy, but Sensor knew Carl's loidies would never indulge in such debauchery...

Slowly she opened the door.
Reclining on a deckchair was honeyman, his oiled body glistening in the sun, his eyes closed and long lashes fanning that still face. Sensor had to hang onto the wall for a second, to keep from sliding. She watched as he woke and slowly stretched that taut body, his eyes taking in the ministering angels around him.
Beside him, her skin-tight catsuit a show-stopper, was amanda, bending low and giving Carl a gentle rub on his arms with a hypnotic-smelling oil. Her eyes looked straight into Carl's. She gave him her most beautiful smile and Carl smiled gently back at her, his mouth opening slightly. She took Carl's hand in hers and began a soft stroking of the lithe, supple fingers, held it to her own face for a moment. It almost made her faint with wanting. Amanda's own lips shone with gloss - no, it was that sedative-lipstick - and amanda knew she had the power to use it on Carl, any time she liked. She wanted to plant one on those luscious lips right now, but that would only make him go back to sleep again - maybe later...

Amby was kneeling beside Carl, close to his head, her leather catsuit shaping every contour of her body. Her hands were shining with oil, as she massaged and stroked Carl's neck. Gently she turned his head to one side and laid her hand on the strong column of his neck. The power of the man made her shiver. On up through that gorgeous hair her hands roamed, finally making slow, mesmeric circles on his temple. A soft groan escaped his lips and amby smiled, as Carl looked into her eyes. She licked her glossy lips, knowing she had the power to subdue this hulk of a man, with one touch of her mouth to his...

Angeo leaned over Carl in her alluring catsuit, allowing him a teasing glimpse of her cleavage, the nipped-in shape of her tiny waist. She was an expert in massage and she knew she had the power to bring this man to his knees. Slowly she edged her fingers towards the hollow of his collarbone and massaged gently; then she moved her hand down, down, ever so slowly, to the little dip at his hip. She daren't go any further - she didn't trust herself. Instead, she pressed her lips together, pouted, feeling the magical gloss that would make Carl hers...

Watching all this, Sensor pulled herself together. She walked over to the daybed, smiled to all her friends - even if they were trying to take Carl from her - and eased herself down beside him, hip to hip, thigh to thigh.
'Carl darling, thank godz you're safe', she said earnestly. 'I was terrified we'd never see you again!' She laid her hand gently on his forehead, began making slow circles around his face.
'And Supergirl!! Even SHE succumbed to you and wanted you all to herself! Who wouldn't?? You're everything a girl could ask for!'
And because Sensor didn't have any of the magical lip-gloss which would put honeyman to sleep, she leaned in, close enough to Carl to hear and feel his hesitant breathing, and softly, sweetly plundered those now-open lips...


In her cell, Supercimm kept a steely eye on the bound-and-gagged psychologist. 'Useless creatures anyway', she thought, looking at his bald head. Beside him sat the equally tied-up warden. He had tried to take advantage of Supergirl and found that no-one did that and survived...
Supercimm waved the cell-keys, throwing back her blonde mane in triumph.
'As soon as I'm outta this lead-filled box, I'll use my x-ray vision to locate Carl; and I'll have my super-way with him. Sensor and the Triple As are no match for THIS chick!!' My Sex is On Fire!!

i'm thinking i really have to start looking into weraing these seductive lipsticks and glosses, i'm not a big make up fan but they tend to be working for me in these stories haha.

CARL HERE I COME!!!!