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The 2006 Golden Clitorides Awards |
The Awards GalaLa Taverna was decked out for the awards evening in what could only be described as a cross between neoclassical and Greco-Roman. Ionic columns flanked either side of the main entrance and a realistic pediment towered above it. A banner read, "2006 GCA Gala." Gone were the metal detectors and prophylactic-sniffing dogs of last year. It seemed like anyone who possessed an invitation - either real or forged - was allowed entrance. The only requirement was patrons had to be adorned in a toga. Designer floor length (and barely-cover-the-ass-length) togas in satiny hues of eggshell and white mingled with homemade bed sheet versions. Strappy sandaled feet walked alongside bare feet. Everyone had gotten into the swing of things. After showing the invitation to the guard at the door, Commander Robert Edward Yarborough (Bobby) Lee, patrons entered to find the sometimes-shabby interior transformed as well. A huge domed ceiling was bathed in dancing light from wall torches. The tables and booths had been scrubbed and polished and shone almost as much as the new (and temporary) ceiling. Once inside, members of Girl Scout Troop 535 � showed patrons to their waiting seats. Approximately twenty minutes after the ceremony was due to get underway, half the torches were extinguished and a single spotlight shone on the newly redesigned stage. A toga-clad woman appeared and walked toward the front. Her hair was piled atop her head and strands of gold were woven in among the raven tresses. Those closest to the stage quickly realized this wasn't Souvie (mousy brown short hair), and those toward the back of the room wondered how they'd be able to hear her since no microphone was in sight. "Ladies and gentlemen," her booming contralto pierced the cool tavern air, "and other beings of every race, gender, size, species and sexual preference, I welcome you to the presentation of the 2006 Golden Clitorides Awards. I bring apologies from Souvie, who is under the weather and unable to host tonight." She held up her hand to quiet the parade of groans and sighs that followed her statement. "However, I have the results, and she's asked me, the Awards Muse, to hold court in her stead." She put her hands on her hips, squared her feet and frowned. "That being said, let's get something straight: I have a hot man and a new vibrator waiting at home for me, so I don't want any dilly-dallying with getting your award. In fact, it's going to be streamlined this year. I've got the awards printed up on this scroll. I'm going to nail it to the post on the far side of the room. It'll be projected onto the big screen that my centaurs should be pushing into place behind me at any minute. You'll read the results, come get your awards." She gestured to a table off to stage left where all the awards waited to be claimed. "There will be no pushing, shoving, biting, hair pulling, dick pulling, pussy snatching or anything else of a down-and-dirty nature. You'll calmly collect the awards and make your speeches afterwards, once the paparazzi arrives." There was a buzz of malcontent and she held up one delicately polished finger. "If everyone abides by these rules, and don't think I won't find out, La Taverna's bar will be open for the rest of the night. As in an open bar, people," she clarified. There were whistles and catcalls and offers of marriage tossed her way. "However, if I find out differently, and don't think I couldn't, you'll all be sent a bill for what you imbibe tonight, and it'll be doubled." Giving the attendees time for that to sink in, she withdrew a scroll from inside her bodice and walked to the back of the room. Her centaurs, as promised, wheeled an enormous projection screen onto the spot she'd been standing. Within minutes, the Awards Muse was gone, and there up on the screen, were the 2006 Golden Clitorides Awards results:
Author of the Year
Flash Story of the Year
Short Story of the Year
Long Story of the Year
Best New Author
Best Story by a New Author
Classic Clitoride
Best BDSM Story
Best Furry/Best/Zoo Story
Best Heterosexual Story
Best Erotic Horror Story
Best Erotic Humor Story
Best Erotic MC Story
Best Erotic Poetry
Best Romantic Story
Best Same Sex Story
Best Science Fiction/Fantasy Story
Best Erotic Seasonal Story
Best Series
Best Story in a Shared Universe
Best Shared Universe
Best Voyeur/Exhibitionism Story
Also a big thank you to Garv, (http://www.garvgraphx.com), who created our new GCA girl exclusively for the awards, and the generous patron who funded it. ~ Souvie)
P.S. Someone else it taking over the GCAs for next year. An announcement will made in ASSD and on SOL shortly. I'm not lying when I say I will miss it. |
I will be adding the list of nominees, finalists, winners and links to all the stories. |
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