Win a chance to go to the London Premiere of Fifty Shades of Grey The Edge

The Edge is getting you closer.
Closer than you ever thought you could get to Fifty Shades of Grey.
All the way to the movie premiere in London!
If you can handle it, all you have to do is write up to 300 words of Fan Fiction about Jay-Jay, Mike OR Dom. The trick is to keep it radio friendly while still being sexy! If you're picked as one of the top 3, your fan fiction will be read out on-air and you could be the one getting up close and personal with the stars on the red carpet.
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Dom gave writing a bit of Fan Fiction a go, have a read - if you dare ;)
"After winning tickets to the NRL9’s I told JJ that I was in the area so I would come into the Edge to pick them up.
When I arrived she came out to reception to meet me and looked me up and down. “You are not what I expected” she said, then bit her lip provocatively. I asked her what she meant. “Well, you never said you were a cop for starters” she giggled before continuing, “and from your voice I had no way of knowing you would have such big arms or tribal tattoos.”
I told her to stop with the compliments or I may have to cuff her. “Is that a promise?” she joked. After a moment of awkward silence she told me to wait while she went to get my prize. A minute later she reappeared and placed something in my hand before forcing my fist closed. I didn’t know what it was, but it obviously wasn’t the tickets I had won.
I looked down to my closed fist and could see a tiny peak of a frilly white G-string spilling out the side of my hand. “What are these?” I asked dumbly. JJ replied, “They were mine. Now they are yours….if you want them, that is.” She motioned for me to follow her and we went into a stair well. My heart was pounding with anticipation. “No one will find us here” she whispered before unbuttoning my shirt and removing my belt. A few hectic minutes later we lay there in each other’s arms, panting, drenched in sweat. Gently circling the hair around my nipples with her finger she whispered, “What are you thinking?” “I’m wondering if I still win the tickets to the NRL9’s.”