[F4F] Chance or Fate? Snowed In with Your Favorite VA on Christmas Eve

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Happy Holidays everyone, thank you for taking the time to listen to this audio. This audio is called, Chance or Fate, snowed in with your favourite VA on Christmas Eve, and it was written by Little Miss Jazz. If you enjoyed this audio, please go check out the writer, who will be linked in the post.

Thanks everyone. Fuck, where is this damn plane? I've been sitting here for over an hour, I thought they said they would be here half an hour ago.

Oh, I hope they didn't give that rental to anyone else, buying a new one is gonna put a deep cut in my pockets. Hello? Hey bro.

Yeah, no shit, I sound frustrated. I've been sitting here for over an hour, waiting for this plane to show up. I'm sorry man, I don't mean to take it out on you.

The airport process is exhausting enough, and now I'm being told that the plane to go home to see you guys is delayed. I just called them, they said there's a chance that the car won't be able to be held for me because it's in high demand. Damn right, it's a Range Rover.

You know I love my expensive wheels. Plus, the wheels are specifically designed to drive in snow. Guess everybody else wants that setting too.

I can hear mum in the background. Tell her not to panic, I'm good, just chilling at the gate. Relax, I've got money for airport food, snacks, a blanket, and my phone charger.

I think I'll be okay. If I have to take a nap till the plane shows up, I'll do that. Wait, what's she saying? Put me on speaker bro.

Mum, mum, no, it's fine, I'm fine, I'm a grown ass woman who moved all the way out here for school, in case you forgot. Mum, no. There is no way you're sending dad or my uncles out here to get me and then drive all the way back home.

It would take at least a day for us anyway, and the snow will be getting thicker. It's supposed to stick later tonight, around 12am, which is why I booked this flight at this specific time, so I'd get there in two hours tops. Oh god, mum, you always get like this.

Yes, you do. You always want to panic when things don't go according to plan. You're gonna end up giving yourself a heart attack.

Listen to me, I am fine. I'm not gonna freeze to death, I'm surrounded by warmth, and there's a little airport bar right across from me that sells food too, so I've got dinner. Just keep the guest room and the apple pie warm for me, alright? I love you too, mumma.

Tell dad and my idiot brother I'll be there soon. Alright, see you soon. Bye.

Um, hi. Listen, I know I was already up here an hour ago, and I feel awful about asking you this again, cause I'm sure others are asking the same thing, but how long is this plane gonna be? Wasn't it supposed to be here an hour ago? What? Wait, cancelled? What do you mean it's cancelled? When was anyone gonna announce this? I understand you're backed up and understaffed, but delaying an announcement for a cancelled flight is ridiculous.

I mean, shit, this whole time I thought it was delayed. How am I gonna get there now? Oh, look, I'm sorry, I just… This is so frustrating.

I already paid for a rental car, and I'm supposed to be there to pick it up by 8pm. Not to mention that this snowstorm is coming. I'm guessing that's why the flight was cancelled? Well, when's the next possible flight? So there's a big possibility that the next flight might be cancelled too? Oh, I appreciate that.

Thank you. I'd very much appreciate a seat on the next flight. If it comes, that is.

Thanks a lot. Sorry for bombarding you. Oh, fuck.

I'm never gonna get home for the holidays. I'm gonna be stuck here all night waiting for a flight. Might as well grab some dinner and a drink while I'm here.

I could go for a beer. Or maybe a nice cocktail. Um, hi, miss? I'm sorry to bother you.

And I don't mean to startle. You know, with me being a stranger and all. I just wanted to know if it's okay if I sit here.

This looks like the only available seat. And it just so happens that it's at the bar. I guess everyone is trying to drink away their frustrations over Christmas travels.

Thanks. I promise I won't talk to you. You can just act like I'm not even here.

No, seriously. I don't want to distract your peace. I'm sure you're here for the exact same reason I am.

Plus, you've got your laptop open. So you're obviously doing something that's important to you. Um, bartender? One beer and a plate of garlic parmesan wings, please.

What? You pulled a face when I ordered the wings. What, you don't like garlic parm? What, for real? Unnecessary.

It's one of the best wing creations out there. That cocktail you've got must be going to that head. I'm actually offended.

Thanks, man. I can't wait to chow down on these and get a sip of this beer. It's so nice to get some dinner after that dreaded airport process.

Oh, you ain't lying. Weighing your luggage, getting your booking pass, dealing with the other folks in here pushing and shoving for a spot in line, even though we're going the exact same fucking way. It's exhausting.

Sorry, um, but I never got your name. Well, I figured if we're going to be here for who knows how long and talking like this, we may as well introduce each other. I'm Critter.

Very pleased to meet you. Despite the circumstances. I'm going to assume you're trying to get home for the holidays too? So your folks live here and you just flew in to visit them? Where are you from? Ah, you're a city girl, huh? Not me.

I was born in a small town outside my home city. I moved here a couple of years ago for school, and once I got my first adult job, I never moved. I wanted to study law.

After getting my bachelor's degree and going to law school, I got hired at one of the top firms in the city. But, you know, no biggie. Nah, we don't wear suits or fancy pencil skirts all the time.

Only for important meetings. But I do try to look nice for clients. It's just a pain to get head on when I'm just going to work.

Hmm? When I wear my pencil skirt? Shit, like you wouldn't believe.

I once had a client who did nothing but talk about how fine I was. When I gave him my card, he texted nudes to my work phone. I'm dead ass, girl.

My office still jokes about it. What's my town like? It's pretty small.

Only about a couple hundred in population. Think of the homeliest town you can out of a Hallmark movie. That's me.

It's got the most beautiful forests, though. Like these endless trails of pine trees that look straight out of a painting in the wintertime. I love those trails.

I used to hike them all the time when I was still living there. So, what about you, stranger? What's your story? Huh? Why do you look so jittery all of a sudden? Was it something I said? Announcement.

Attention flyers. This is a very important announcement for those traveling tonight. All flights tonight are unfortunately canceled due to the snowstorm that is headed this way tonight.

Because of the storm, pilots will be unable to see and therefore cannot fly any planes tonight. All flights in the morning will, however, still be in session. In the meantime, we would advise all flyers to please stay within the airport's vicinity until the storm subsides, as it is too dangerous to drive or travel even by car.

If there are those who wish to stay the night here within the airport, all staff will provide you with blankets, pillows, snacks, and drinks, and additional prices taken off any merchandise and food sold here. In addition, all will be compensated for their canceled flights, and no one will be charged for tomorrow's flights given the circumstances. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Stay safe, and have a Merry Christmas. G-God, what? All the flights are canceled until tomorrow? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That changes everything. Ah, shit. Now there's no way they'll hold this rental car for me.

And there's no way we can get out of here in time before the snowstorm hits. My mom is going to be a total wreck when I tell her. Are you telling your folks too? So they're just as overprotective, huh? I definitely get that.

Well, guess that means we're stuck here until morning, stranger. N-no, I'm actually freaking out on the inside. But there's not much I can do about the situation, except remain calm.

And eat. So you may as well follow and eat up while you can. Yes, I want you to try the wings.

They're good, I promise. I'd never steer you wrong. See? Good, right? Whatever.

You're just saying that to get on my nerves. Anyway, back to you. You mind me asking what you do for work? That laptop looks pretty important.

The case, too. Huh? You're a writer? That's even cooler than I thought.

I was thinking you were some kind of decoder or professional hacker. Yes, I'm a nerd. Fucking sue me.

How long have you been writing? Five years? Wow, that's a long time.

So, what is it you write about? Do you write novels? Maybe I've seen some of your work.

Wait, why do you look so nervous? What, is it embarrassing to you? You don't have to tell me if it's not something you're comfortable with.

I'm just curious. Wait, really? You're not bullshitting? You write erotic scripts? Like, smutty shit? Oh, okay.

Now you're by far the most interesting person I've met so far this year. It doesn't matter if it's not professional. That's still so cool.

So you write on your downtime, but you do commissions, too. That's amazing. Are you working on something right now? It looks lengthy.

Like a damn book. How long does it usually take you to write scripts? Three days? Oh, fuck, you're fast.

It takes me at least a week to finish absolutely anything. Hmm, so you're smart, talented, and pretty. Anything else I need to know about you while we're here? Other than all that, stranger? There's that shy look again.

What is it you're so nervous about telling me? Ah, listen. If you're uncomfortable, we can stop this conversation.

Period. The last thing I want to do is make you feel ill of me, and cause you to leave. I'm being realer than real.

I think you're very intriguing. Even though I just met you, I like your vibe. And your personality.

And, I don't know, I kind of feel like I know you. I swear I'm not trying to pick you up. And I've never met you before a day in my life.

But, I don't know, it's weird. You just seem so familiar to me. I seem familiar to you too? Oh yeah? How so? Hm? My voice? I sound familiar? Huh.

I didn't think my voice was that exciting. But then again, I've had some exes tell me how sexy I sound. Hey, I think there's a notification on your laptop.

From Reddit, it looks like. Gone Wild Audio? Wait, do you write on GWA? What's your account name? Well shit, I knew you seemed familiar.

I follow your account. I've been reading your shit on GWA for years. Wait, you know who I am? Yeah, yeah, I'm Critter Jitter.

If you knew it was me, how come you didn't say it before? Can't argue with that. Not too many like their accounts being discovered or exposed IRL.

But, oh my god, this is crazy. I can't believe it's you. I've been following you for so, so long.

Yeah, I've only filled one of your scripts. But I've been wanting to do more. Damn girl, you can really write.

Anytime you post a new script, I'm running to my phone to read it. The detail you put into each script is so vivid and addictive. You've got some serious talent.

There's that bashful smile. I'm just being truthful. I can't believe I've known you for so long and have never met you.

That's crazy. It's even crazier that your folks live in the same city as me. I don't blame you.

Posting stuff about your personal life can bring unwanted attention. Personally, I don't give too much of a fuck about people knowing what city I live in. But my real name and job is a little too much.

But I think I can trust you, can't I? You're not going to go running to Reddit and drop my location, right? I'm kidding.

You can trust me too, you know. No one is going to know that I saw you here or about your newest script. Though, those tags do sound hot.

Sorry, I couldn't help looking over your shoulder at them. It's kind of exciting seeing my favorite writer at work. What? What do you mean you don't think you'll post it? But it's perfect! The plot sounds great.

Something cozy yet sexy for the holiday season. And so far from what I'm seeing, the lines are fucking hot. I can see myself saying all of this.

Why wouldn't you post it? Nervous? Why would you be nervous? You've posted so many other amazing scripts since I discovered you.

Ah, now it makes sense. You're worried you're losing your touch because of your personal life. I'm guessing the holiday season is taking its toll on you.

I get it. The cold, the tight budget, the long hours of work, etc. It's a lot to handle.

But you can't let that stop you from doing what you love, sweetheart. And what you love doing is writing. Oh shit.

Sorry, I shouldn't have called you that. I mean, I barely know you. And I'm sure you're already in a relationship.

You're not? Seriously? That's a damn crime.

Someone as beautiful and as talented as you not having someone to snuggle up with for Christmas? If I were any other girl, I'd want to change that in a heartbeat. Do I what? Do I want to change that? Oh, I don't know.

Do you want me to change that, sweetheart? Because I can. I can change a lot of things you're having difficulties with right now.

And don't play with me, because you know exactly what I mean. Listen. I barely know you.

You barely know me. We've both been fans of each other for a while. And to meet here out of all places on Christmas Eve is insane.

But I don't think it's a coincidence. I've looked forward to your comments and work popping up on my feed for so long. Wondering what you're like behind that computer screen.

And now that you're here, I don't want to let you go. I don't want to part here and not take advantage of this chanced meeting. So, here's what I'm going to tell you, sweetie.

You can let me kiss those lips right now, and fulfill every naughty thing I'm sure you've thought about doing with me whenever my voice is in those headphones. You can let me take away the stress of tonight and all of those insecurities you're feeling. I know you might be missing your family, and the anxiety surrounding your script is making matters worse for you.

I want to relax you. I'll do absolutely anything you want me to do right now. If you want me to leave you be, I will.

If you want me to take you away from this bar and touch you the way you need to be touched, I'll do that too. Whatever you want, baby. I knew that would get to you.

I've used that line in an audio of mine that you commented was your, and I quote, absolute favourite. I can reenact that, if you want. I could even do a beta reading of that new script you've got.

You know, just to make sure there are no errors or whatever. And maybe then we can stop being so much like strangers. So, tell me baby, do you want that? I guess it didn't occur to you that I'm a verbal girl, baby.

That kiss was amazing. But I need a yes from those lips too. A verbal yes.

Say it to me. Tell me what you want. Mmm, good girl.

Oh, fuck. I saw that look. Those eyes of yours started sparkling as soon as I called you that.

You want this just as badly as I do. Come on, take my hand and follow me. There's a bathroom right across the way that isn't occupied.

Mmm. Oh, sorry to tell you this. Oh, baby.

Oh, but. .. Oh, fuck.

You taste good. Mmm, this might be a quick hit most. I'm not too sure if security saw us.

Oh, but I'm damn sure that camera did. Think they'll kick us out? Yeah, I don't give a fuck either.

We're snowed in anyway. Which means. ..

We've got plenty of time to return to this later. But right now, I fucking need you. Oh, and I know you need me.

So let me lock the door. Now come the fuck here and let me get those fucking clothes off of you. Mmm.

That sweater looks so cute on you. But I'm dying to see what you look like without it. What's wrong? Why do you look so unsure of yourself? Do you think I won't like what I see? Girl, if you don't let me get this damn top off.

.. I'd like to inform you about how much I was ogling your ass in these jeans the minute I saw you sitting at the bar. Not to mention how much I've imagined what you looked like behind that cute little profile pic you've got on Reddit.

One of those animated versions of yourself everybody's doing these days. I always wondered if you were just as pretty as I dreamed you were. Oh, now I know that my dreams aren't shit compared to what I see in front of me.

Strip for me. Now, just leave your pants at your ankles. Never know when you'll need them back up.

You want to help me out of mine too? Be my guest, baby. Mmm, fuck.

Your hands feel so good on me. Oh, you're absolutely gorgeous, baby. Such a pretty body you have.

And even prettier underwear. You're wearing these lacy things at an airport? Naughty girl.

I bet you were hoping you'd pick somebody up to pass the time and fuck those pretty brains out. Oh, that's a line in your new script? I just came up with that on the fly.

Isn't this new script about getting snowed in at a cabin with your rival or something? Ah, yes. Enemies to lovers.

One of my favourite tropes. And work rivals at that. You write that trope.

But you write all tropes well, to tell you the truth. Mmm, want to send me the script so I can go over some lines? No, it won't distract me at all, gorgeous.

You're looking at someone who reads scripts into a mic and fucks their pussy at the same time. I am a seasoned professional at multitasking. So come on.

Send me the script and let me read some lines. Good girl. Let me just check my phone.

Got it. Now, let's see here. Ooh, titty sucking.

That can definitely be arranged. Let's just get this pretty bra off so I can see these beautiful breasts of yours. God, look at you.

Oh, I can't even believe this is happening. Huh? Oh, yeah.

The script. Okay. I'm gonna start reading now.

Just lean back against the sink and relax. Okay, baby? Oh, fuck, princess.

You know, for a girl I absolutely can't stand, I'm in love with your fucking tits. They're the prettiest things I've ever seen. Mind if I have a taste? Liar.

You can't even hide how much you want this. Just give in to it. Don't deny yourself what we both want, princess.

Oh, does it feel good? You like getting these pretty nipples sucked? Oh, those moans are delicious.

I bet you love getting them tweaked too, huh? Or pinched? Like this? Oh, listen to that gasp.

You're a little pain slut, aren't you? No. You're supposed to shake your head, baby.

You wrote it. I know it feels good. But you've gotta keep to your script.

Good girl. You're a little pain slut, aren't you? Don't you dare shake your fucking head at me.

You know damn well you love pleasure with your pain. Acting all coy and stuck up when you know you're just a needy, desperate little slut, wanting to get fucked hard. Right? Oh, so now you're telling the truth.

You must want something. What is it you want, princess? You want this tongue in that dripping pussy I've got my hand against? Uh-uh.

Say it. Tell me what you want. And look at me when you do.

Don't look away from me. Good girl. See what happens when you stop being such a brat and listen? You may be this level-headed and stubborn in the office, and there it's hot.

But here, you'll listen to me because I'm the one about to tongue fuck that cunt of yours. You understand? Bend over the sink, gorgeous.

It's okay, I've got you. The door is locked, but my back is blocking you, so nobody will see you even if someone happens to unlock it. You love it when I bend you over, don't you? Oh, fuck.

Look at this ass. Mind if I grope it a little? Spank you? Oh, fuck.

You really are freaky. Getting spanked in a public bathroom by your favorite VA wasn't on your wildcard, was it, baby girl? I bet not.

But I bet you're glad it is. I bet you're so happy right now, having me make this gorgeous ass bounce against my hand. Aren't you? Answer me.

Oh, fuck yes, you are. Oh, I am too, baby. Now, to take down these panties.

I don't think you'll need them anymore. Oh, now that's a sight. A perfect, pretty wet pussy just for me.

Hmm? Want me to continue reading? Okay.

Just follow along. Oh, goddamn. You're soaked for me.

I didn't think I turned you on this much. You claim you hate me. Yet this pussy says different.