So, in all truthfulness, I do not own AP or his pals.
But, this is kind of a more G rated take on a story I would write. It's not G by far. I'd say, PG-13. But, I'm getting out of the M crap.
But the writing is still good, it's an interesting story, the PG-13 still holds up its part! Enjoy! R&R
As the night turned to black, Austin Powers ran from the doors of his Downtown London pad to the sight of his bright red 1973 Porsche 911 Carrera in order to make it to the club on time. With his hair done just right, letting his golden blonde waves flow in the right areas, he slammed the door and started the car.
As he started pulling to the street, the phone screen inside Austin's car rang, leaving Austin the task of pushing the small button that showed a picture of Dougie, Austin's long-lost brother, who had formerly been his arch enemy.
"Don't be out too late!" Came the pitchy voice.
"I'll be back before you know it, baby, yeah!!" He yelled back as he disappeared into the night.
The Electric Pussycat Swingers Club was beaming from five miles away. Austin pulled in front of the doors, throwing his keys to the valet parker, only to be ambushed by several adoring women and men. Austin Powers had long been the talk of the town. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him. Everyone was an adoring fan of the international man of mystery.
Making his way through the doors, Austin was welcomed by loud music and the sight of dancers in cages and up above on ledges. He made his way to thecenter of the room, letting his arms glide around at his side and his feet carry the hippest new steps.
Throughout the night, many women had approached Austin, wanting one legendary dance to make their dreams come true.
"He danced with me! He actually danced with me!" One girl cried out as Austin moved on.
As he turned to find his next victim, Austin was face to face with a young girl dressed strictly in black leather and pink frills. With a coy grin, he picked up the pace, keeping time with her pure liquid moves.
"You're a smashing dancer, baby." Austin called to her, over the loud roar of the groovy music.
Expecting an answer, but receiving no reply, Austin just kept dancing with the girl, strangely feeling drawn to her moves and her gorgeous face. She was nearly his height, and had long, light-brown hair that reached the middle of her back. Of course, being back in the seventies, her clothes fit the era. She had skin-tight leather pants on, covered halfway on the bottom by knee-high boots that were a slightly different shade of black leather. Her top barely covered her midriff. It was leather, with a neck-line that was covered in pink ruffles.
She couldn't have been older than twenty, but that hardly made Austin think twice.
As the night grew shorter, and the next day appeared to approaching, Austin had decided he better get home. He had been dancing with the girl for most of the night, and realized it when a beam of light from the roof hit his cheek.
"Look at the time, baby! We've been swingin' all night, and I don't even know your name." he said as he grabbed her hand and led her towards the exit, passing the few people who had still been at the club this late-or rather early.
As the two stood outside, and Austin waited for his car, he looked at the girl as she still kept silent. "I've got to know your name, baby." He said as he saw the car approaching. She was still silent, but her face said it all. Austin didn't expect she would say anything. But as he was handed his keys, he was about to turn with the girl grabbed his coat collars with both hands, pulled him close, and whispered in his ear: "Until next time, Austin Powers" She said finally, leaving Austin with a little hope and a lot of grogginess.
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When arrived back to his pad, Austin opened the door only to be greeted by a very tired-looking Dougie. "No call. No little signal of how late you would be. And here it is. Morning."
"What can I say, man, I had the most wonderful night. With the grooviest chick." Austin said as he plopped onto the long lime green sofa in the middle of the living room, in which over looked the city of London.
"A girl." Dougie said with interest, sitting next to him. "Did you shag her?" He asked innocently. Austin turned in slight disgust, as if it seemed wrong.
"Well, no. Actually I didn't." He said, curious at himself.
"Odd."
"I know. Well, I hope to see her again. She was just…the grooviest." And with that, Austin made his way to his room. Not more than twelve hours later, around six in the evening, Austin rose from the room, to see Dougie had left. A note sat on the kitchen counter. It read:
Out with Mini-me and Dad. Be back by 7
Noticing the time, Austin rushed to his room to get ready. He didn't want to miss his mystery girl at the club, even if it did open at 6:00. He would sit outside and wait, as to be sure he didn't miss her.
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By 5:30, Austin had already parked his car and was standing near the entrance to the club, waiting for the bouncer to open the door.
At six on the dot, the doors were unlocked and Austin rushed in. He figured he would be the first there, and he was. It took a while for people to start showing, but Austin knew his odds were better for seeing the girl this way. 8 o'clock had come and gone, 9 o'clock brought in more than forty dancers, and by ten, the party had seemed to start. Austin found himself ambushed by other girls, taking the time to dance with them, all the while keeping his eyes on the door.
Not much past ten-thirty, as Austin danced with one of the Go-go's, at the corner of his eye he saw the door open. Turning to see who it was, there she stood. His mystery girl from the night before. He contemplated rushing over to her but felt he would seem too desperate. He slowly backed from the girl he was dancing with before, and dancing with himself in the center of the room. Causing a large scene for everyone, Austin danced to the beat of the music that played as the girl made her way to the front of the crowd. She looked especially great tonight, Austin thought. Her long hair was pulled to the top of her head, and her leather pants were, tonight, exchanged with an orange velvet body suit with a white belt and boots.
"Hello again, Mr. Powers." She said as she approached him, sending her moves his way. Austin turned to her and danced right back, more than thrilled to see her again. More overwhelmed than he could help, Austin just let loose and danced the night away once more.
"Groovy baby, yeah!" he shouted as the music engulfed him once again.