"Holy shit," Ben said. He slumped down next to Sabrina, both of them staring up at the ceiling in a drunkard's gaze.
"So, here's what I'm thinking," said Sabrina. "One, wash your bedding, sheets and all. Two, shower while that's happening. Three, you help me unpack my crap in Peter's room."
"Then we bang there," Ben said.
"Eww, no," Sabrina laughed. "Then we remake your bed, head to the living room and wait for the rest of your family to come home and act like we didn't just fuck each other silly."
"Good plan." Ben replied.
"Well, I am both the beauty and the brains of the operation," said Sabrina, smiling wide.
******
"Okay, so what do you think, short skirt, or long with a leg slit up the side?" asked Hailee. She was going through her closet, preparing for big fancy NYE party at her parents' work. In theory, her friend Lili was there to help her. However, once Lili entered Hailee's bedroom, she had only looked at one of two thing, her phone and the wall.
"Lili, is everything okay?"
"What?" the blonde asked, snapping out of her daze. "I'm sorry, I haven't been paying attention. You pick out a dress?"
Hailee flopped down on the bed next to Lili. "What's the problem Lils? You've been out of it since you got home."
"I...I'm just waiting for Jake to call. We haven't talked since the semester ended. We had a fight and....no call."
:Well, how about you call him?"
"He needs to call me first and apologize." The re was a gruff look on Lili's face now, but still with a twitch of sadness.
"Okay..." said Hailee. She paused for a moment. She had yet to meet Jake, but Lili was crazy about him. To see her so mad she didn't want to speak to him...she knew she was missing a piece of the puzzle. "What did you guys fight about?"
"New Year's plans." replied Lili. "He booked this whole vacation to Mexico...honeymoon suite, hotel on the beach...everything..."
"That sounds amazing," said Hailee, imagining herself and Peter doing something similar, tropical drinks in their hands. "How'd that turn into a fight?"
"Well, we were supposed to leave tomorrow, according to his plan." Lili's voice got a little harsher. "I tried explaining to him that I had plans with you, what we always, do every year and how I hadn't even seen you this semester and..."
"Wait wait wait," Hailee said as she turned onto her side. " Are you saying you could be going to Mexico tomorrow but you chose to help me get dressed for a party I'm only going to because I have nothing else to do?"
"Yeah...I mean I wanted to hang out with you again. I missed you."
"Lili, I missed you two...but I would have understood."
"What?"
"Look, you know I love you. Ever since first grade, you and me. And yeah, we haven't seen each other at all this semester and not that much last one. But, Lili, what have we been doing since we got out of school?"
"Well, hanging out."
"Exactly. I don't even think we've slept in different rooms for the last week. Just one bg sleepover. And we would have done that anyway. If you'd told me about this, I would have been fine with it. I mean, if Peter was around right now Id want him here with me, maybe introduce you two or something..." Hailee paused, smiling a bit thinking about Peter. "He's great. I know you're gonna like him. Just like I know I'm going to like Jake. So...I would have totally understood if you wanted to skip out on helping me get ready for the party and going to the snooze fest."
"Well, I wish I'd known that," Lili said. "Oh god damn it..."
"Well, you never asked...I'm sorry..."
"Haiz, it's not your fault. It's on me and Jake. The fight escalated way too fast...which is why I still think he should call me...."
Before Hailee could say anything else, Lili hopped to her feet and headed to Hailee's closet. "Let's see what we have to work with here," Lili said. "Sultry and classy I'm thinking. Just because you're attached doesn't mean we can't have the guys there wishing they had a shot..."
"Okay, we'll go back to the party...but only if you promise you'll at least text Jake."
"I'll think about it." Lili replied. "In the mean time, get ready for some modeling."
*****
Jose was in his van, gripping his steering wheel white-knuckle tight. He wasn't even driving. He was in the parking lot of the venue where Evan and the wrestlers were no doubt preparing for the next night's show, the NYE event that might have cost him Camila. He knew what he had to do.
He reached for the cooler and took out another Surge. In seconds he had downed it. It was his third. Nothing like cracking open decades old soda to strengthen one's resolve.
He tossed the can in the backseat and left the van. Now or never. Focused like a laser he strode. He went right through the front door. Kira looked at him with her usual sinister grin, but he no sold her. Evan and Trevor greeted him but he brushed them off. This made them follow him. Jose thought it would.
They followed him to the locker room and watched as he opened it up and started piling his gear into his gym bag.
"Hey pal, just getting you gear cleaned before tonight?" Evan said. "I mean we had to change the match to a handicap match since Jake said no and Alison won't be here but you'll pull it off, right?"
"I quit," Jose said. He zipped up his bag as the punctuation, the pushed back Evan and Trent and tried to exit. They blocked him again.
"You WHAT?" asked Evan. "You can't fucking do that to me!"
"Yes, I can. And I am. You fucking try to book me and my crew in a god damn DEATH MATCH without even running it by us? AFTER we put over your nephews? Really Evan? Fucking really?"
"Come on, you know we need a great way to introduce Kira."
"Have her ambush someone. Do whatever you want. I'm fucking done."
Jose once more pushed past them. Right before he hit the door, Evan got in front of him one more time. "You walk out that door, you're done. Not just here. But any where. Think about that Jose before you tell ME no. Remember, I got connections"
Jose breathed deep. Promo time. "Connections? Really? Well, let's see what those connections have to say when they find out how you do business." HE gave Kira a look over Evan's shoulder, one Evan noticed. When Evan's eyes moved to what Jose had just gestured at, he began to sweat. "And you know they'll buy it. Some reputations in the dirt sheets aren't bullshit. So not only will these connection of yours know the kind of stuff you try to pull on your workers, they'll know how easy it is for them to get what they want. And imagine how the dirt sheets will spin it...that in order to even get a meeting with you, a woman has to sleep with you. So you could blacklist me and my crew, but not before I make sure you look like the shadiest motherfucker in the business."
Evan stood there, stunned. This wasn't the spineless Jose Heyman that had to be protected by his friends, the one Kira promised him. "Fine, what do you want, more money?"
"What I want for you is to get out of my way," Jose said, mustering every last bit of guts he had, trying to be the fearless bad ass he was in the mask. "If you want to talk in about a week and a half, you know where to reach Alison."
With that, Jose pushed past Evan. Evan then motioned for Kira to go to Jose before looking at the rest of his crew. "What the fuck are you guys looking at???"
Jose was halfway back to his van before Kira grabbed him. "What the hell do you think you're doing??"
"Shitting all over your little plan is what I'm doing." replied Jose. "And don't even attempt to play innocent. I know you way too fucking well at this point to fall for it. The moment I saw that flier I knew you were behind it. You being sent out here to wrangle me back? Just the final bit of proof. And if we were still dating, you could have done it. You could have lured me back with the added bonus of me thinking you fucking someone else was my fault. Not now. So congrats Kira, all you got out of this was fucking your way to the middle."
Jose turned and headed to his van, leaving Kira in shock. As his van drove away, shock gave to anger, and that anger gave way to one sentence. "Jose Heyman, I am going to crush you like a bug."
Meanwhile in the van, Jose had a wide grin on his face. He'd finally grown a pair. And he knew that Evan was going to call him, Jake, and Alison, begging to come back. He could read that on the promoter's face. But just in case he didn't Jose already had back-up plans, calls to make. All in all, it was the easiest part of the next two days. The hard part was talking to Camila. At this point, he was sure she'd blocked his number after their fight. He had one last shot to make it right, and was ready to do it.
But before that could happen, he was finally feeling a violent rumble in his stomach.
"Oh shit, here comes that Surge!"
******
New Year's Eve had finally arrived, and Owen had butterflies in his stomach. Not just butterflies, but butterflies who'd spent their entire lives in a gym, bulking up so they could have a rumble in his gut.
He had reason to be nervous. This was his first time...well, approaching anything sexual. He had always been awkward. Awkward to an insane degree. He had no idea how to really talk to anyone, which growing up made him an easy bullying target, which in turn made him utterly terrified of talking to women, especially if he was attracted to them.
There was a tiny part of him that was trying to make him feel ashamed in addition to being nervous. But he was able to wash away that thought relatively quickly. He wasn't going to some massage parlor that dealt in trafficked women or going to a street walker that have up most of her money to some dipshit pimp.
He had gone to, essentially, a reputable service. Hell, it was run by one of the school's professor's who gave him all the assurances she could. None of the girls that worked for Sophia did it against their wills. They kept 80% of the money and the customers were always screened for both safety and more accurate match ups with the women. No one was their, customer or employee, that didn't choose to be.
Owen had calmed down after that, and any time guilt tried to rear it's ugly head he just kept remembering that...after of course going through all his nervous ticks, like running his hand through his sandy brown hair or cleaning his glasses of streaks that weren't there.
He must have stood out like a sore thumb in front of the sushi restaurant, all his ticks while looking for the girl that Sophia had set up for him. Camila Cabello was her name, and he had gotten a picture of what she looked like, of what to expect.
When he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see that same face from the photo, he had to admit he truly had no idea what to expect.
"Hi, are you Owen by any chance?" Camila said, her full lips in a sweet smile. That, and the rest of her gorgeous face took Owen's breath and ability to talk away for a fleeting few seconds, the reaction making Camila laugh a bit. Not in a taunting way, but in a flattered way. "I think you just answered my question." She extended her hand and he gently grabbed it, not sure whether to shake or kiss it, so he did an awkward combination of both. She laughed again. "I'm Camila Cabello."
"Ah.. haha... uh yeah, I think I figured that out too," he said, his eyes drinking her in. "You look beautiful..."
"Thank you." she replied. "You're looking very handsome yourself. " Her brown eyes looks at the restaurant and those lips went into another smile. "Good choice. Great sushi and and wonderful sake selection. You ever come here before?"
"No. I mean I'm a big sushi fan but this semester has been really hectic...but I thought it looked great so I booked it for tonight."
"Good thinking. Sushi and good company is a great way to spend New Year's Eve." She winked at him, making him blush a little. It was cute. Camila had never done her job with someone she found outright disgusting or anything, she always found something endearing about her men, especially the repeat customers. Hence the repeating. Owen though...there was something unique about him she couldn't just place yet.
They entered the restaurants and were promptly seated. The restaurant was busy, but not hectic. Ready for the NYE rush. Busy, but not breaking the mood of the night.
The couple were sat in a nice corner booth, men presented before them, and then left alone to converse and peruse the restaurant's many selections.
"So, what do you study?" Camila asked. "Anything exciting?"
"Well, I'm attempting a double major in computer sciences and English Lit, so it's heavy classwork. I want to write though. Novels and stuff. Programming is a back up plan."
"Oooh an author," Camila said, legitimately intrigued. "I love creative people. Makes everything more fun. What kind of stuff do you write?"
"I don't know...I mean it's kinda nerdy..."
"Doesn't mean I don't want to hear it." Camila reached forward, holding his hand re-assuredly. "Tell me."
"Well...I write sci-fi. I want to do a novel series about time travelers who essentially solve time murders. Like, someone goes back in time to kill someone who was never meant to die, so they need to go back and find out who did it and then stop it from happening, set the wrong thing right...I know it sounds dumb..."
"NO, it really doesn't." Camila smiled and leaned in closer. "I'm gonna tell you a secret. Something I don't really get to talk about doing, you know, this. My favorite TV show EVER...Quantum Leap."
"No way..."
"Yep," she nodded. "My dad had all the DVD's growing up and I just tore through them constantly. I loved the one where Sam leaped into Elvis, into himself as a kid, into his brother's Vietnam platoon, into Al...so many good episodes!"
"Really?"
"Yep. I'm so glad I'm talking about more than wine or fine art and stuff. Not that I don't like that stuff but usually my clients all seem to want to impress with how much they know about rich people stuff. This...is nice."
"Thanks...it's nice to be here with you too." Camila picked up her glass of water and clicked it with Owen's.
"Here's to tonight." The two continued their small talk, finding it very easy to just converse. Camila enjoyed making Owen a lot more at ease and Owen just enjoyed talking to someone without feeling like the most awkward man in the room.
The server soon arrived. The pair ordered a wide array of rolls, from California rolls to spicy tuna to Shrimp Tempura rolls.
"May I get you two anything to drink?" the server asked. "We have a wonderful sake selection."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful," Camila said. "You drink much sake?"
"Can't say that I do, but I'm game."
"Great! So, let me order it." Camila looked over the drink menu and set her eyes upon a selection rather quick. "This is a good one. Two bottles of this Junmai. One chilled wit the sushi, one warmed for after the meal...wait is that okay Owen? I don't want to push too much on you..."
"Oh no, it's fine." he replied. "I...I didn't even know you could have it warm, so I'm intrigued....gonna get both sides of sake tonight."
"Well, that's not all," Camila said with a wink, making him blush. He was cute all right. And relaxed. Well, mostly. She was totally at ease now. Owen had really made her feel comfortable. But he still seemed a little on edge. Fortunately, Camila had a plan for that.
"You know, I think you might still be a little nervous," she said. "Tell me the truth, are you?"
"Well, yeah, a little. I mean not as bad as before but you know, some habits die hard and my anxiety pretty much has a bunker it hides out in to stay safe."
"Well, let's se if we can change that," she said with a laugh. "Do you trust me?"
"Well, yeah...I mean, I don't have much reason not to."
"Good. So...how about this. You...just sit there. Relax...let Camila take over." Before Owen could really even guess what Camila had in mind, she slid under the table and crawled over between his legs. When he felt her hands run over his pants, Owen jumped a bit.
"Shhh," Camila said. "It's okay baby. Just relax. Camila's got you."
Owen was sweating, breathing deep. His eyes darted around the restaurant as she unzipped him. "Oh!" he blurted out when her hands reached in and grabbed his cock.
"Already getting hard for me huh?" Camila said, beginning to pump his cock. "I'm flattered. But keep it under control honey, as best you can. I just want you to relax, okay? No one's gonna know but us...."
Owen's eyes fluttered when Camila took him into her mouth. The sucking began softly at first, just letting his cock get hard in her hot and wet mouth before she went any further. She didn't have to wait long.
Above, Owen tried to find something for his hands to do, anything to make him look like nothing was going on. Meanwhile, Camila was going hands free, only working her mouth along his rod. She didn't mind showing off and Owen was clearly a big fan of it.
Camila pressed forward, her nose pressing against his pelvis, letting him in her throat for a few moments before she pulled back, giving the head a hard suck before releasing him completely. She looked at his cock, absolutely pulsing and his leg's tense. He was going to have a nice big release. Frankly, Camila couldn't wait to give it him.
Her hands finally joined the party, delicately tickling and teasing his balls with one and stroking his cock with the other before taking him back in her mouth. It was go time now.
"AH...oh wow," Owen said, his voice almost breaking as Camila's pace sped up. Every single movement of her tongue, every little way she teased him, pushed his limits just a bit was another wall torn down. His resistance wasn't going to last much longer. But what could he do? His body was telling him to yell out what he was feeling, but his mind kept hammering that pesky common sense into his brain.
"Oh... oh... mmm... Camila... I'm... I'm gonna..." He said, desperately trying to stay in whisper.
"Mmm, hmmmm," Camila responded. It was the all clear. She was ready, very ready for what he was going to unleash. And she wanted it. She wanted to make him feel good.
Her mouth left his cock for one more brief moment, just to flick her her tongue underneath the crown of his cock, her tongue moving almost like a wave. It began throb and Owen's legs began to straighten out. That was a tell if she ever saw one. Her lips enclosed around his cock once more, ready to take him to paradise.
"Mmmm, mmmnnnngggfuck!" Owen let out. The tone was relatively quiet and he hoped no one heard the noise, which was very disproportionate to the amount of pleasure he was feeling in the moment, which was off the charts.
Camila wasn't feeling to shabby either, loving how his cock pulsed with every shot into her mouth, her motions to swallow milking a few extra streams out of him. She wasn't having her own orgasm, but she was definitely having fun.
Once Owen's tap was dry, she parted way with his cock with a kiss on the tip, politely zipped him back up, and resumed he place across from him in the booth.
"Well, I don't know about you cutie, I hope the food is here soon. I'm famished," she said with a wink.
*******
"Well, let's get this over with," Peter said. Of all the things he'd want to do on New Year's Eve, faking being Selena's boyfriend to hide the fact she's dating a scumbag for yet another year in a row was dead last on the list.
"Oh come on, it's not gonna be that bad," Sabrina chimed in, looking herself over in the bedroom mirror, smoothing out her black gown that hugged her curves n a way that even made her go "wow". "It's not like you have to be on her arm the whole night. And I'm your back up. And Cami said she'd slum it tonight before she had to do something for her dad. You're covered so you're not 100% going to be in abject misery."
"Thanks Sabs."
"Besides, if it gets too hectic you can facetime Hailee at that thing she's doing with her family and go "Oh baby, I miss, wish I was with you, kissy kissy!" Sabrina said, mocking Peter and laying it on thicker than peanut butter.
"You're a pal Sabrina."
"And this is me sober, when I get some champagne in me, you're toast."
"Is this going to be before or after you slur out all of Madonna's catalog from the 80's?"
"Like you didn't love it." The pair headed down the stairs. Everything for the party was all set up. The bar was decked out, signs saying Happy New Year were hung all about, snacks ready to go along with assorted paper hats and noisemakers for the guests. Full on cheese, but considering the holiday, 100% expected. It was pretty much like living in Wisconsin, cheese guaranteed.
Sabrina grabbed one of the garish hats and tried one on, a particularly tacky purple top hat looking one, covered in glitter. "Too classy?"
"Very." he replied. "Parents aren't back yet, so no one should be arriving yet."
"They set all this up and just left?"
"Decided to get more alcohol," Peter shrugged.
"Wow, I have a lot in common with your parents."
"I think you can probably drink my dad under the table, honestly. With that said, feel free to make yourself something, they won't be hurting from a couple beers."
Sabrina went behind the bar and poured herself a bit of vodka and added some cranberry juice, then hopped up on the bar to drink it, her legs crossed like a lounge singer just waiting for the piano player to start. "Where's Ben?"
"Itching for a quickie?"
"Well, if I was you can't provide that anymore," she said with a wink. "Just wondering. I mean, is he testing me to see if you really would try to make a move on me? Some sort of weird competition between brothers?"
"No, he's just picking up the cake and stuff for the parents. But what you said would make a fucked up movie."
"Duly noted," Sabrina noted, typing the idea down on her phone. "So how long is it just going to be just you and me? Not that the company is bad at all but this isn't much of party. I mean this isn't much different than campus except then I'm In sweats, we're drinking piss beer and playing Smash Brothers instead of working on our movies."
That's when the door knocked. "I guess that answers your question." Sabrina put her drink down and hopped off the bar, walking right behind Peter as he went to open the door.
"Calm down everyone, the party has officially arrived," Camila Mendes said with a grin. She walked right through the door, placing a quick peck on Peter's cheek and giving Sabrina a friendly hug. Then she looked around the empty house. "Either I'm early or this is the start of the worst kind of porno."
"Party doesn't officially start for another hour." Peter replied.
"And if this was a porno that fact that I'm in it means it can't be that bad," added Sabrina.
"I like you," Camila said to Sabrina.
"You're friend here is SUPER smart."
"Shouldn't you be at your dad's hotel getting ready for that party? I thought it was work before fun then back to work."
"Petey-boy, what am I going to do? The party already has planners and I'd rather spend time with my friend and his new pixie pal than be alone with my thoughts." Camila's thoughts that she was trying to get away from went immediately to Jose. She thought again about unblocking his number...but then remembered he'd made his choice.
"Well, there's not much to do here except wait for the parents to arrive and the guests to follow suit." he replied.
"I assume that also means your friend and mine Selena Gomez," Camila said, her sarcastic smile matching her tone of voice at the mention of Selena's name.
"I take you're not a fan?" asked Sabrina.
"Peter and I dated in high school....and I kinda think Selena is the reason we stopped."
"Oh...," said Sabrina. "So did you guys...you know..."
"Oh of course, yes." replied Camila. She moved closer to the tiny blonde. "I mean, it was kind of a build-up you know. I mean I've known Pete way longer than Selena. I'm talking pre-school. So yeah, kind of destined we were to be together until she messed with his head....wait...did you two...you know?"
"Yep," Sabrina said. "Before him and Hailee got together. A one off."
"Oh, we DO have a lot to talk about," Camila said with a grin. "Is there a girl who you're friends with you haven't had sex with? And Selena doesn't count because I said FRIENDS...and I know you two never did anything."
"Oh god this is my worst nightmare..." Peter said, and moments later his door had the sound of knocking upon it. When the door opened, this time Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift were behind it. "I stand corrected."
"Look, it's a splitting headache in two sizes," said Camila. "Did your parents actually tell anyone the right time for this party, Pete?"
"I'm just here so he and I can essentially get out plan laid out for tonight." replied Selena.
"And I'm here to keep her honest," Taylor added. "And always a treat to see you too Camila. Like an apple on Halloween."
"Any apple you'd hand out would have to come with a razor blade, blondie," said Camila. "Hey Sabrina, how about we leave the devil women to their misdeeds and compare notes on our...mutual interest?"
Sabrina nodded, a big toothy grin on her face. She and Camila exited to the kitchen and Selena and Peter went to the living room, Taylor in tow.
"Your parents have really outdone themselves in the decorations," said Selena, trying to break the tension. "I really like the colors."
"What's different?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What's so different about this year that we need to go over some kind of plan? We've been doing this for years so you don't have to show off your shitty taste in men to your parents, I know the drill."
"And on that note I think I'm going to go join those two in the kitchen," Taylor said. "I might not be welcome there but it's gotta be more comfortable in their than it's gonna be in here."
And with Taylor gone, that left Peter and Selena alone, just them and the fierce tension between them.
"Okay, what's your problem?" asked Selena. "Look, I know I blew you off this whole semester and I get you're mad..."
"This semester? Try our whole lives Sel!" Peter began to pace the room, trying not to blow up. "This is ALWAYS how it is when you mean your newest bad boy flavor of the month. I don't hear from you until you need something. Hell, I mostly don't even hear from you even without the assholes you attach yourself to!"
"Oh please, stop with the pity party. If you didn't want to help, you could have said no at any time. But you do it anyway. And you know why? You keep hoping that'll be the time you get in my pants, because that's all you're really interested in with me. Admit it! You want to imply that I'm not really your friend? Give yourself the same accusation when you're trying to dish out this friend zone bullshit to me."
"You want me to be honest? Yeah, I always hoped that maybe, ONE day we could be more. Because stupid me, I was CRAZY about you! But I wasn't ever NOT your friend. Ever. I was their for you at the snap of your fingers and don't even try to deny you didn't take advantage of that more than a few times while you were slumming it."
"Okay...I can admit that." Selena responded, choosing to ignore the slumming comment. "And I'm sorry for that. I really am." She took a breath, trying to calm down before speaking. "Look, let's just get through tonight, and we can talk about this other stuff, okay? If we're fighting, we will not get through this. Let's...let's just try to work together."
"Fine," he said. "Just get through tonight."
******
New Year's Eve, it was a night of many types of parties. From the house party that Peter and his friends were at to the hotel party Hailee was going to be at. Those were the normal kind of parties. Fun, but typical. Liz Gillies wasn't in to typical tonight.
She was with Zero, and they both had plans for that night. Plans that were formed in the aftermath of their tryst. Plans that solidified when they both named the same club that they would be spending the holiday.
They had both been to The Wet Bar before, separate of course. But now...there was a lot of couples fun to be had there....which was the entire point of the place.
The two went to the door and showed their Ids and membership cards. It was that kind of kinky sex club. The bouncer knew them both, Liz especially well. They were let in easily.
They were both on auto pilot when they reached the bar, and the bar tender went the same way when they saw them and got them their regular drinks in a flash. After leaving a hefty tip, the pair spun around, scanning the crowd as they sipped their drinks.
"So, spot anyone yet?" Zero asked. "Or are you getting some threesome cold feet?"
"Settle down, I only just started looking." She replied. Her blue eyes scanned the room. Men only. She and Zero had agreed to that, or rather she convinced him. Not that he was bothered by sharing with another guy...he just would have preferred two women all over him. She couldn't blame him.
Liz's eyes landed on a man on the opposite end of the bar. Shaved head, full sleeve tats from what she could see as well. He didn't notice her gaze. Fortunately for him he'd been noticed by her.
"We got one," Liz said, motioning her head towards the mark. "Go talk to him."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Look, I do it, he says on the spot, then when finally comes down for doing the devil's triad he might get a little nervous at not being the only horn in the room. You do it? Sure, it'll take some convincing but it's not as likely that he'll back out."
Zero thought on this for a second. "Eh, why not?" He downed the rest of his drink and headed towards the man in question.
He took a seat next to him and dove right in. No need to beat around the bush. "Hey man, what' up?"
The man looked at Zero and smirked. "Sorry man,no offense, but I'm not here for other guys," he said. "You do you though. The way this place is going, you ain't walking out of here alone."
"No problem man, not looking for a dude myself, at least not in the way you're thinking." Zero replied. "See that girl over there?"
He looked up to where Zero was pointing and locked eyes with Liz, who winked at him as she drank from her vodka cran.
"See, she wants a little double team action for NYE and I just can't bring myself to say no to the little lady, can you? Especially when she already has a private room at this club ready to go."
"Well...I mean if she already has a room..."
"Exactly!" The two men shook hands, sealing the deal. "Name's Zero."
"Bill," the man replied. "And the lady?"
"Liz."
The two went back to Liz, the bust brunette smiling wide. "Well hello there," she said, extending her hand. "My name's Liz."
"Bill," he said. "And Zero's already made both his introduction and told me about your plans for tonight."
"Then I take it you're in."
"I'm here, aren't I?" Liz smirked, then looked at Zero.
"Follow me gents." Liz led the way, Zero in two with Bill just a bit far behind, getting a good view at Liz's amazing ass. She took them to an elevator. She flash them another bodyguard her card, this time it was scanned. From there it was on to the elevator. It took them down a few floors before the stainless steel box opened revealing a long, elegant looking hallway.
"Which room did you get?" Zero asked.
"My favorite one here, the black room." The door way to it wasn't anything special. Behind the door was a room of striking contrast. Blacks and silvers. A couch, a bed, black and silver over and over. "I love the color. Goes with everything."
Liz made her way to the couch and sat down, legs crossed. Bill, being the newbie, had at least one question. "SO...how are we doing this?"
"Zero, would you mind explaining this to our guest?"
"Well Bill," Zero began. "We're gonna start with you and Liz...just go with the flow. I'll pick my entry point."
"I'm assuming you mean tat literally.' Liz added.
"Oh believe me, you'll find out."
"Okay then," Bill said. He joined Liz on the couch and the two didn't take long to enter a heated embrace, hands roaming each other's body while their lips were doing some roaming of their own. Zero leaned against the wall and watched. He liked to watch. Being in the action was a lot more fun, but there was something to be said for being a spectator, just waiting for your time to jump in.
Bill attempted to go lower on Liz's body, his mouth taking the place of her hands at the top of her cleavage. To his minor shock, he was blocked. "Mmm, mmm," Liz said, in smile. "Sit back and relax. I'm going to have some fun with you first."
She went from the couch to her knees, and Bill did the kindness of opening his legs and giving Liz a station for what she was going to do next.
Her hands moved up his legs, nails tracing up the black denim of his pants until they met at the button. Undone. Then one hand massaged his bulge as the other pulled down his zipper. Access.
"Nnnggg," Bill uttered. Liz had reached into his pants and began to pump his cock to full attention. Perfect night to go commando.
Liz ran her tongue from base to tip of his cock, flicking it against to tip before taking it in her mouth for a brief, but hard suck. Bill shook a bit and Zero grinned. What a show.
Liz began to suck in earnest, but first making sure Bill kept his hands to himself. This was her fun time. No other hands on her toy, not even the person it technically belonged to. Bill didn't take issue with that, not one bit. Liz's experience was too goo for him to even try to direct.
While Bill was loving his first experience with the wonders of Elizabeth Gillies, Zero was hanging back, enjoying the show, and getting ready for his grand entrance. Looking at the way Liz's shapely ass was swaying and wiggling as she sucked on Bill. He found that opening.
He went into Liz's purse.They came prepared. They both knew where this threesome was going to go before they even entered the club. Thus, the lube. He walked over and knelt behind Liz.
The only pause she gave form her suck job on Bill was an "Mmmmm" when Zero knelt behind her and began to feel up that wonderful bum. He bunched her skirt up a bit then ran his hands from her ass to her legs, stopping just at the beginning of her thigh high boots. He chuckled to himself when he remembered her picking them out earlier. Liz called them her only real pair of "fuck me" footwear. These were her official sex boots, for all intents and purposes. Perfectly fitting. It made someone who was a sex goddess even more holy.
He kissed her firm apple before peeling down those black satin panties she was wearing, letting them stay at her knees. He then leaned forward again and decided to have a taste of the thing he had his eyes on.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuUUUuuckkk," Liz said, pausing her blowjob for a moment as she savored the sensations the meeting of Zero's tongue and her asshole brought about. She knew what he was aiming for, quite literally. She didn't mind. It was a foregone conclusion that before the clock struck midnight he was getting her ass. Hell, Bill would too. She actually found the idea of Zero going straight to the ass hot, it made her even wetter.
Zero rose back up and reached for the lube, Her squirted a dollop onto his hand and worked it in Liz's ass with his fingers, making her tense up just for a moment before she cooed at the sensation, actually pushing back on Zero's fingers.
All the while Zero was a captive audience, Liz was still working his shaft with her hand, but he couldn't help but be more than a little turned on at the view of Liz being prepped for an ass fucking right before his eyes.
Zero removed his fingers and reached for the lube again. He undid his pants, letting them fall, then worked some lube onto his rod. Then, it was time for Zero to fully enter the action.
Liz stopped moving just for a moment, hissing in a breath while Zero pressed his cock against her asshole. "Oh fuuuuck yes..." She moaned when he finally got the head in. Bill was in awe as he watched Liz slowly get her asshole filled, all while she was on his knees in front of him, her mouth so close to sucking him again. He almost came on the spot.
Once Zero had worked himself in,he waited for a few seconds, letting Liz get very used to the intrusion. Then he began to thrust, just a bit. He was testing the waters. Then eh got the clear signal.
"Mmmm Zero just fuck my ass.... ohhh fuck, stop playing with me..."Green Light given. Zero began to go a bit faster and harder and Liz went right back to sucking Bill. She was still hands free, but more likely now because her hands were grasping at Bill's legs tightly, almost bracing herself and pushing herself back against Zero's thrusts.
"Ohhhh fuck yes Liz," Zero said. "Don't you stop sucking his dick...no no...oh...mmm...keep doing it...fuck...with this dick up your ass...oh fuck baby.."
Liz could only answer with a moan. But even without words the sound had confidence and sultriness to it. It was gasoline on the fire. Zero was going much faster to the enjoyment of everyone involved. Liz loved being reminded why she liked being fucked in the ass. Such a unique experience...a whole different kind of pleasure, new sensations...same destination with a whole new set of landmarks.
"I think Bill could use a bit of a change, don't you Liz?" Zeroa asked, giving the pale sex goddess a firm smack on her ass. "And I think your tight little pussy could use a bit of company."
"Oooh...oh that's good idea...mmm, fuck yes..." Liz replied. Zero pulled out and got to his feet, using the break in the action to strip completely. Liz did the same, and Bill followed suit. She was once again holding Bill close, hungrily kissing him before pushing him back down on the couch.
No words were needs. All Liz needed was a look of her eyes. She straddled Bill and impaled herself on his cock, her moan erupting into a scream of passion as she was filled with his girth. Then Zero resumed his place in her asshole.
"Mmmmm fuck, this is just about perfect," said Liz, licking her lips as her men built up a firm and steady rhythm inside of her. Being filled like this was an experience she couldn't explain. Calling it pleasure undersold it. It was a component for sure...but it also fed her ego as well. Two men wanting her so much they just couldn't wait.
And the way they took her, thrusts that were both measured and desperate in their need added to it. And how they focused attention all over her body. Zero's hands on her ass, back and shoulders, his mouth at her neck and ears, whispering images of the most romantic filth imaginable.
And Bill did what was expected of him, which Liz couldn't blame him for. After all, with her admittedly amazing tits dangling in his face, how could he not bury his face in them. Kiss, lick, nibble, bury himself in the experience of her breasts...he was only human, after all.
The trio switched things up again. Bill stayed on the couch, but Liz turned her back to him, settling back down only now his was the cock up her ass. Zero's cock found a home in Liz's pussy, the two kissing deeply and the furious tempo built up once more.
Zero's forehead was against Liz's their eyes locked on each other. "Like that? Huh?" he asked as he drove into her, feeling Bill thrust as well in to her. "Both your holes filled up with cock? Exciting enough for ya? Huh? Say you fucking love it!"
"You already know I fucking do," Liz teased, her beautiful smile contorting into a lustful snare. The two collided in a kiss again and the pace off three went faster and faster. The fireworks were getting ready to go off and Liz was about ready to cut those fuses even shorter.
"Take my fucking holes!" she yelled. "How they feel, huh? My holes gonna make you fucking cum? Huh boys? My ass and pussy too fucking much for you? You boys better making cum! Cum on those fucking perfect dicks! DO IT!"
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!" Bill groaned, trying not to erupt inside of her. Zero was close too, but he wasn't showing his hand yet.
"Yeah cum on our fucking cocks...cum on Liz baby...do it...do it and we all cum...come on baby..."
"Ooooh...oh fuck I'm gonna cum...fuck Zero I'm gonna cum!" Liz declared mere seconds before her orgasm erupted in her, the volcano of pleasure coursing through her, the eruption taking it's toll Zero and Bill. And Liz could read it on Zero's face. "CUM IN ME! Both of you! Fill my ass and pussy with your fucking cum!!!"
And they did, their cries mixing with her and they pumped Liz's holes up with their hot, white cum, Zero leaning forward to kiss as he came down with Liz. As the crashing waves went to low tied, Liz looked in Zero's eyes, a fierce energy still behind her exhausted face.
"Happy New Year," she said, licking his lips.
*******
"So, how does it look?" Hailee asked. She stepped out of her closet, showing off her dress and hair for the party. Lili, who was Hailee's audience, had helped her pick out the dress as well done her hair and make-up, but was also the only person Hailee really wanted to show off in front of. And to be fair Lili hadn't seen the entire ensemble put together.
"You look great," Lili said. And she meant it. But her heart wasn't totally into it, which was something Hailee picked up on immediately.
"Let me guess, he hasn't called yet."
"Nope." Hailee sat next to Lili on the bed. "And my next guess, you didn't call him."
"No...because Jake should call me."
"Lilz, I agree with that assessment totally. 100%. But...maybe give a little just in this case? And if you have to go after the call, I'm fine with that. We've had fun so far, and we'll have fun hanging out when school gets back in session. Just...just don't let someone you really care about go this easily. You'll regret it."
"Hailee.."
"Lili I'm saying this as your friend. I've known you longer than I've known a lot of people and I'm telling you, I'm fine with you going. But please, just call him. I hate to see you like this."
Lili took a moment. She was still really mad and hurt by Jake...but she'd also cooled off. She wished they'd talked more before this, maybe reached a better understanding. Maybe they'd even be on their way to Mexico right now. Then her blue eyes went to er purse, where her phone was.
"Are you sure you're fine with this?"
"Lils," Hailee said, standing up from her seat. "I'm fine. I mean, yeah, it'd be fun with you there but even then...it's still a work party for my parents so it wouldn't be that much fun. The complimentary suite I get is probably the highlight and that's just for the free cookies and morning room service. Besides, a dress like yours kinda needs to be seen by someone who's going to really appreciate it."
Lili smiled and almost leaped up from the bed and grabbed her purse. "Okay, but the DAY school gets back in session we're having lunch together."
"Deal," laughed Hailee. "Now, go get him. Have fun."
Lili rushed to give Hailee a goodbye hug then went for her phone, already dialing as she left the bedroom. Hopefully Jake would pick up.
*******
Sushi time was over and Owen and Camila were already at the hotel. Camila had done the impossible, melted pretty much all of Owen's nerves. He was still a bit awkward but Camila had no problem with that. She actually found it cute.
Cute...and a bit sexy. But that was mainly how well they got on during the food and sake fun of dinner. But now, at the hotel, it was about to be all about a new kind of fun.
She let Owen lead the way into the hotel. It was nice, extremely nice. Bellmen, chandeliers, and a concierge in a three piece suit. Before going to the elevator, Owen headed to the front desk.
"Excuse me," he asked. The woman behind the counter looked at him and smiled.
"Yes sir, how can I help you?" she asked.
"I was wondering if it'd be possible for me to make a quick room service order and have it waiting for us at my room?"
"Of course sir, I just need the room number and your I.D."
"Room 619." he replied. He handed off his ID as well.
"All right Mr. Larshart, and what would you and your lady friend like?"
"Champagne. Um....Cristal?"
"Are you sure?" Camila asked. "Don't splurge for for me. I'm fine with whatever." She squeezed his hand. Not hard, but in a sweet way. "Whatever you get will be great."
"Cristal. And some strawberries....or is that too cliché?"
"It's fine." replied Camila. "I love both of those things."
"So, is that it Mr. Larshart?" the clerk asked.
"Yes, and just put it on the room." She nodded in response and told the couple that their order will probably be there when they arrived, or shortly after.
"You didn't have to splurge like that...but thanks," Camila said as the elevator doors closed. "What do you do for a living? I mean, and I don't want to pry, but all this looks kind of expensive."
"I...uh..I do a lot programming stuff. It's mainly just that and school. I save any extra money from my jobs over so when I have free time I have some wiggle room. And since I don't have much free time, when I do have it I have a lot of wiggle room."
"Oh, going to school for it and doing it?"
"I'm taking advanced courses. People hire me for basic stuff like web pages and stuff. Honestly having a degree is the valuable thing that will get eyes on me while I'm working on my novel."
"Well, obviously working out for you," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Camila was paying a lot of attention tonight. Owen was a lot more interesting than she thought he was going to be. Of course it helped that he was treating this thing like an actual date. It was endearing for her. So endearing she didn't notice herself acting something a bit more than professional herself.
The doors of the elevator opened and right when they turned to the suite, there was a room service attendant waiting with the order he'd placed. With the attendant tipped, the couple then entered the suite, and once more Camila's jaw dropped. It was big, damn near a penthouse.
"How much programming do you do?" she asked.
"Way too much," he said. "But I try t make up for it with times like this." He blushed once more, which made Camila do the same. "Want to see the view?"
Owen took her out to the balcony, champagne and strawberries in hand. He placed them on a little table on the balcony then went to the rail.
"Nice," she said. "You wouldn't think it, but the view really is ice here. The blinking lights, even the cars and traffic lights...it's something to see." He came up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She put hers on his,then turned around. He moved forward going for the kiss. She was waiting. Fireworks before midnight.
It broke, sweetly. More was to come. "Take a seat," Camila said. Owen did so, sitting back on a reclining chair. She winked at him, then went for the champagne. "I'm sure you've seen them open champagne in movies and stuff. They always just pop the cork and the champagne explodes, sprays everywhere. Sometimes to cork itself goes flying. The reality is...that's not how you're supposed to do it."
She picked up the bottle from the bucket of ice it was in and ran her fingers along the neck. "See, the way it's supposed to be done with a lot more finesse. First there's the wire around the cork." She placed one hand near the cork, pressing against it with her thumb while the other removed the foil around the neck. This exposed the wire cage, which she deftly undid.
"It's important to be careful. Don't rush. Going to quick will ruin anything. Like if I tried to pop the cork right now? Bottle might go flying. Still wet from the ice." Her eyes locked on her attentive audience of one, licking her full lips as she went for a towel near the bucket, wiping down the bottle. "Now, one of the major mistakes people make is they always focus on the wrong part. Most people go right for the cork."
She walked closer to Owen, a seductive smile forming on her face. "Always take your time. It'll pay off. Instead of pushing hard against that cork and ruining the bottle by going way too early, you have to take it slow." She motioned for him to grab the bottom of the bottle.
"Not too hard," she added. "Okay, now, gently pull and twist. Don't stop until you hear a pop." He did exactly as she asked, being urged on by her comforting gaze. And soon POP went the cork. "Good job. Not a bit spilled."
She poured them each a glass of champagne. Camila handed one off to Owen before heading back to the rail of balcony. "Come here,"she requested and Owen complied. He came to her back, softly embracing her. It was a bit forward for him, but Camila didn't mind. He was getting comfortable. It was what they both needed. Camila sipped the champagne, and anticipated the next move Owen would make.
A gentle caress of her shoulder that soon gave a way to a gentle kiss. She sighed and licked her lips. Then came another sip of champagne.
"Unzip my dress," Camila said. His hands traveled to the zipper and slowly pulled down. The dress slid off, and Camila wasn't wearing a thing under it and Owen was hypnotized by the site of her nude body. He was running on instinct as he dropped to his knees and began to kiss that rounded perfection.
"Oooooh yessss," she sighed. There wasn't much finesse in what he was doing, but the passion, the hunger, that was all there and made up for any inexperience that Owen might have. She went along with him as he turned her around. He wanted to taste her and Camila had no problem with that.
She moaned once more as he began to taste her, his tongue and fingers gently probing her insides. No real technique, but again, passion makes up for a lot. He wanted to make her feel good and as a result, the effort was paying off. She wasn't going to cum from this treatment but the feeling itself was sweet, wonderful. Just what it was supposed to be.
"Stand up," she said, smiling. When Owen was on his feet, she kissed him again, he tongue licking at his lips as it broke. "You know honey, it's kind of awkward for me to be the only one in their birthday suit out here."
"Oh yeah..." Owen said before stripping off faster than any man Camila had ever seen. It made her laugh, but not in a cruel way. She really liked this guy. She almost forgot this was a job.
With Owen totally nude, the two embraced, skin to skin, lips to lip. His hard cock was against Camila's thigh, though soon her hand went between them, pumping his cock. Just feeling it in her hand, the size and shape of it...she honestly couldn't wait any longer.
She broke away from him and then leaned forward on the railing, her round booty presented right before Owen. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Take me," she said. "Take me Owen."
He got behind her, rubbing and caressing her ass with one hand while he guided her other to her pussy. Her breathed deep as he entered her for the first time, moaning "Oh my GOD!" when he was inside her. From the sound of Camila's own moans, the feeling was very mutual.
Owen began slow. He had too. Any faster than the pace he was at right now and the sex would be over before it really began. This was all right with Camila. She understood and took it as a compliment in a way. Besides, it didn't feel bad at all.
Her hand slid between her legs, softly working her clit. Her mouth was open wide, the corners upturned into a smile. "Mmm....oh Owen," she moaned. "So good baby...just a little faster honey...oh fuck a little faster...doing so good..."
Owen did so, increasing his pace ever so slightly. He leaned closer to Camila, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders, pleased sighs and moans escaping her lips at the sweet attentiveness of his lips while his hands caressed her booty.
While all of this was wonderful, a great change of pace even from Camila's usual clientele, Camila new he might not be totally ready to be this much in control. Which was fine. Taking control of the situation had it's own kind of fun attached to it. She just had to take it carefully.
"Ooooh Owen baby, pull out for a second sweetie."
He paused for a second, then did as she asked. "Is everything okay? AM I going too fast or..."
turned around and kissed him, both silencing him and soothing his doubts.
"No baby, you're doing great," said Camila. Her hand reached out to pump Owens slick cock very softly. "I just wanted you to give me a ride...and have a better view." She lead him to the reclining chair where Owen took a seat.
His eyes were glued to Camila. She downed the rest of her champagne and set the crystal glass down. She then grabbed one of the strawberries. Camila pulled off the green leaves of the berry the placed it in her mouth, her teeth softly sinking in before she walked over to Owen.
"Ohhhh Camila," he moaned when she sunk down on his cock. She gently caressed his face before grabbing it, then moved forward, offering the strawberry to Owen, who egaerly ate it. The sweet snack of the fruit gave way to a kiss. And that when Camila began to rides his cock. The pace was hers, and Owen was more than fine with it.
"Oh...oh yeah baby...oh yeas...feels so good inside me...oh Owen...ohhh...ohhhh..." Camila's eye's fluttered. The pace was faster, but not too much. Owens was riding on that edge, right there in a state of pleasure before going over. Exactly where Camila wanted him.
She leaned forward, her face never far from his. They kissed repeated while Owen's hands roamed her back, from her shoulders to her round bottom where he gained a good grip.
"Oh!" Camila said a small laugh following it as Owen pulled her closer, his lips kissing and sucking her nipples for the first time. He was lost in the moment now. Mission accomplished.
Camila's pace began to sped up. The whole night was getting to her. The passion of it all, added to the fucking, she was just as close as Owen. It would have surprised her if her mind wasn't so focused on how good she was feeling at the time.
"O...Owen...oh baby I'm gonna cum... mmm but I need you to cum too... okay baby? You cum I cum...that a deal honey?"
"Yeah...oh yeah Camila," Owen said, holding her tight against his own body. He was more than willing to do anything she asked of him at this point, which of course included reaching orgasm.
"Yeah... yeah just like that...hold me close baby... cum in me... cum for me and I'll cum for you...."
"Ahhhhh, fuuuuckk!" Owen said, trying his best to keep from yelling out into the night as he began to cum. Both actions made Camila smile.
"Yes baby....mmmm cum for me... fill me up... make.... ooooh, Owen... fuck you're making me cummmmmmm!" And Camila wasn't faking it. Her body quivered and quaked as pleasure now also wracked her, and she was holding Owen just as close as he was her. And as he began to come down, they kissed once more, her weight softly pressing him down onto the reclined chair, Camila now laying on top of him.
"Mmmm," she said, kissing his chest. "You grab the strawberries, I'll get the champagne... and we'll meet in the bed," she said dreamily.
"Okay...." Owen said, chipper but still a little dazed. He knew Camila wasn't done with him, and even as lost in the aftermath as he was right now, he was more than all right with that.
*******
"So, when are you going to put a ring on my daughter's finger?" Mandy asked, nearly making Peter choke on his drink.
"Mom, come on," Selena said. "We're still in college."
"But you two have been together since what, Junior High?" Mandy looked stern, then broke out in laughter. "I'm just kidding around with you two... mostly. But still Peter, you better think about it. Selena's a catch, you never know who might grab her attention."
"You're right there, Mandy." Peter said with a grin. "But while I'd love to talk engagement rings with you, I think I might have to rescue my brother and Sabrina from being interrogated by my parents."
"Of course," Mandy said. "And I'm sure Selena is going to go and be your back-up. You two are just inseparable."
"That's how it seems doesn't it?"
"We'll be right back mom," Selena said. She then followed Peter out of the game room into the busy living room. The party was bustling at this point and Peter had been keeping up his deal with Selena. Everyone thought they were dating like they did every year, yet this was the first year Peter was getting increasingly annoyed with the concept. No one could tell of course. Except Selena.
"Don't worry, it's almost over," she said.
"Well then I hope you don't mind if I take a break."
"No, but come on...it's not all bad."
"Not all bad?" Peter could not believe what he was hearing. "Your mom was joking about us getting engaged! Which means the question is REALLY in her mind."
"Yeah, I know...and I'm going to tell her in February we're done but still friends...okay?"
"Sure." He replied. "I really do have to have to see save Ben and Sabrina...possibly."
"Right...at ths point your mom is probably trying to verify Sabrina's social security number and your dad runs her finger prints....why does Ben get the over protective treatment anyway?"
"Because he's the baby....by like five minutes, but still."
'And on that note, I'm going to go check on Taylor, see if her new boy toy arrived." The two went their separate ways, but before Peter could make his way to his brother, Camila caught him by the arm.
"Come with me," she said. "We're getting a drink."
"Why?"
"Because I'm guessing you need one right about now."
"Eh, good guess." The pair went to a kitchen counter covered in assorted booze. Camila reached for the first bottle that caught her attention.
"Tequila good for you?" she asked.
"Fine by me." She poured them each a shot, clinked glasses and they bother down the shot, followed by the traditional tequila grimace.
"Whoa," said Camila. "Good stuff."
"Oh yeah." Peter replied. "You heading out soon?"
"That depends, Selena done with you or are you still at her beck and call for the rest of the night?"
"I don't now honestly. I just got done being grilled by her mom, and right now she's talking with Taylor or something. I don't know."
"Taylor huh? You know, I never would have thought we'd have anything to talk about, but she, and Sabrina all had a lot to say about you and your bedroom activities. Very educational."
"Great. I need another shot."
"Oh calm down, it was all VERY complimentary," Cami said with a wink. "Besides, consider yourself lucky. I mean, how many other guys can say they have had three unbearably hot women in their beds with a fourth just around the corner? You dog, you." The two laughed a bit, and Camila did indeed pour them each one more shot. "To friends."
"To friends." They both downed the tequila once more before heading off in search of his brother. Camila found herself heading to the backyard, wear she walked in on Selena and Taylor having a conversation.
"I still can't believe you're dating Norman," Selena said. "I mean he's so...Norman."
"He's nice, smart, great in bed, and very helpful," said Taylor. "Like right now, he's just finishing up with a project I'm working with a couple other people. He's putting the finishing touches on it. It's why he's late."
"What kind of project?"
"Oh, kind of a charity," Taylor said with a laugh. "Sorry, inside joke. I'll let you know about it when it's ready."
"Okay..." Selena then looked at her watch, then her phone expectedly.
"Waiting for something?"
"Yeah, Reggie should be here soon to pick me up. We're going to some party down town."
"And then Peter is finally free."
"Yeah, until February." Camila came a little closer upon hearing this. Neither of the other women noticed.
"Are you sure about that?" asked Taylor. "I think his girlfriend might object to that."
"Then I guess I'm going to have to make that not a problem."
"What? Sel, no...that's fucked up."
"Oh come on, like you haven't done the same."
"I haven't." she replied. "Sure, I tend to fuck with people who fuck with me first, but never my friends. And Peter is your friend, right?"
"Of course he is. I would just prefer him be with someone a little...better. I mean it's just like when he was dating Camila in high school. I had to end that and all it took was turning up the charm a little bit...."
"Oh my god," Camila said, announcing her presence. "I always blamed you for Peter and I breaking up but holy shit, I never imagined you did it on purpose."
"Great," Selena said. "Just what I needed, more of the rich girl tonight."
"I always knew you were bitch Selena, I just didn't figure you for a stone cold bitch." Camila got right in Selena's face, neither was backing down. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt. That you didn't know what you were doing. Clearly my mistake. Though there is some slight validation in being right about you."
"You don't know the first thing about me and you never have," Selena said. "Which is why you're not good enough for Peter. He deserves better than some poor little rich girl cliché."
"Selena, come on," Taylor said. "This isn't the place for it."
"No Taylor, I think it's the perfect place," said Camila. "I'm actually glad you're here. That's a sentence I never thought I'd say, but it's true. See, you I get. I may not like what you do, but I understand it and Hell, I even respect your honesty about it." Camila's eyes focused back on Selena, nearly burning a hole through her. "You...don't get it. Maybe it's the self-delusion part. I'm willing to bet on some level you actually think sabotaging Peter's relationships is somehow helping him. And the fact that it just aligns when you need some help from him, well that's just a bonus isn't it?"
Selena didn't answer. Camila smirked, looking at both Selena and what was behind her.
"Before I leave this party to get away from you, just tell me this; what's your issue with Hailee? I mean me, I get. Somehow me being rich that rubs you the wrong way. But Hailee? She's a nice girl. He's crazy about her. What's your problem there?"
"I don't need to explain myself to you." Selena replied. "All you need to know is she's not good enough for him. They can have their fun, I'm not cruel...but when the time comes I'll make sure he ends the mistake."
"And how is that going to happen exactly?" Peter said. He was right behind Selena, right where Camila had been looking. Selena turned around stunned, fumbling for words.
"Look, Pete...I know it sounds bad but I'm just looking out for you...."
"Yeah, whenever it seems to benefit you, right?"
"Look, let's just talk about all this, okay? It's not as bad as you think."
"Look, just save it Selena. I'm too exhausted by lying for you to even attempt an argument or anything. Just...let's leave this whole thing at that, okay?" Peter walked off back into the house. Selena went to follow him, but Taylor stopped her.
"Sel, I know you want to fix this, but trust me, you're the last person he wants to see right now," said Taylor. "Let me try to smooth things over."
Selena nodded, then turned to Camila. "Did you bring him over to hear that?"
"Oh god no, that was just hilarious circumstance. That grave you're in right now? You dug it yourself." Camila walked past Selena, then paused one more time. "It's bittersweet though. Because even though it was amazing to see you fall flat on your face exposing yourself...Pete's still hurt. But don't you worry, your pal is going to be feeling a lot better next time he sees Hailee. Until then...I don't know...chill out with your "drug dealer or whatever bad boy nonsense he does that makes you dumb" boyfriend. I'm sure he'll sate your hunger for bad decisions until you want someone even worse."
While Cami was having her parting words with Selena, Taylor had caught up with Peter...but not for the reasons he expected when he spoke to her.
"Look, Taylor, just don't right now, okay. I don't think you could defend no matter how hard you try."
"Oh, believe me Peter, I'm certainly not." Taylor replied. "In fact I find Selena's attitude completely nasty to tell you the truth. And honestly, that's cold even for a girl like me. This is how she always is when she's with a fresh asshole though, their worst aspects rub off on her, and Reggie has ego and pride in using people as his chief flaws... among thousands."
"Well, yeah," Peter said.
"So, here's what I'm thinking. She's my best friend but Selena needs some consequences. Heartbreak doesn't do it. So, I suggest you go right up to her mom and tell her the whole truth. And not just about her current pimp boyfriend, all of them."
"Pimp?"
"Or a drug dealer," Taylor said, trying to cover up what she knew. "I mean he's definitely shady, right?"
"Yeah... you're right."
"As always," smiled Taylor. "You go talk to her, I'll be right behind you as back-up." Peter nodded and headed for where Mandy was last. Before Taylor could start, she was stopped by Norman.
"Finally found you," he said. The couple kissed, then Taylor was handed a computer tablet.
"It's all done?"
"Yep, the only copy of the video left is loaded up and ready to go as proof," Norman said. "The virus I uploaded to the site took care of everything else. Wiped any hard drive connected to it clean, included Reggie's main PC. The whole deed he recorded with Selena is gone."
"Excellent baby! And did you inform Bella?"
He nodded. "She's handling her end of it right now. She should be meeting us here fairly soon. Reggie is for sure coming?"
"Yes," Taylor smiled. "Selena just confirmed it. All while sticking her foot in her mouth. Which to me proves we're doing the right thing, like I always do." She looked at the tablet. "Just press play, huh?"
Taylor and Norman exchanged smiles then followed Peter. They had caught him just as he had found Selena's mother.
"The entire time?" Mandy said, he voice utterly flat. "You two have been lying the whole time?"
"Yes," Peter said. "All to cover for Selena's choice in men she knew would get her in trouble. She has a bad boy thing. The new guy Reggie is probably a pimp or something."
"I...I can't believe this," said Mandy. "I need to hear this from Selena..."
"Sadly Ms. Teefy, I think she'd just lie again," Taylor said, entering the room. "But... I have proof that Reggie is a pretty bad guy who's gotten Selena into something. Peter... you should go. I don't think you want to see this."
He shrugged, nodded, then left. Whatever happened to Selena was out of his hands now, and after what he'd heard come from her mouth, he didn't really care. The one thing he knew was he didn't want to be at this party anymore. He wanted to do something different.
He quickly found Cami. "Can you get a limo here?"
"Yeah, I was going to take one to the hotel soon actually,why?"
"Well, it being a limo I assume it could fit more than you?"
"Why Mr. Farrano, are you actually going to shake up your routine this year?"
"Well, my parents get the invite every year, I'm included in that. So's Ben. We each get a plus one, so Sabrina is included."
"And my dad's the owner so I don't need to be a plus one...and I just texted the driver. Get Sabrina and your brother. We're on our way to some real fun.... no offense to your parents. That sounded super rich bitch and really this is a great party but I was just trying to make leaving the part sound cool and you know..."
"Cami, it's okay," Peter said "Totally got your point. So let's go get some free top shelf booze at your dad's hotel."
******
Of all the ways Jake had hoped to spend this New Year's Eve, a solo drive to Mexico wasn't one of them. But the truck was loaded up, and it was time to go. He thought about grabbing his phone to call Lili... but at this point it was way too late. And she hadn't called him. Maybe the damage had been done.
"Hi Jake," Lili said, making Jake jump in shock. He then turned around, and despite the terms in which they last parted, he couldn't help but smile a little. She was all decked out in a gorgeous gown covered by her favorite jacket, a denim one covered in wrestling patches, and carrying a full duffle bag.
"Hi." he replied. "Um, how'd you know I was at Alison's?"
"Called her. She's on her way back from Japan actually. Arizona right now. I don't think the jet lag's hit her yet."
"Right...so...you've been talking to Alison?"
"I...I had to talk to someone that knew us and was unbiased..well, to a degree. Cami wasn't going to be fair to you so she was kind of out. I love her to death but I needed a more level head."
"Yeah...so, what are you doing here? I thought you had party to be at."
"Jake...don't. Please. Look, I came here right from Hailee's to be with you, okay? I talked to her, she could tell my head was somewhere else... and look, she's fine with this. And she would have been fine with me leaving earlier. Hell I didn't even change out of my dress."
"And you couldn't have asked her about this earlier?"
"God damn it Jake I don't want to fight!" she yelled. "Look, maybe I would have talked to her about it if you hadn't flipped out on me. But...damn it Jake I felt cornered and angry...why did you act like that?"
Jake took a breath. Not out of frustration or anger. More...acceptance. Acceptance he may have been a tool. "Look, Lili... I know I flipped out. And there's no real excuse for it. It' just...I wanted this to be something perfect. I don't get to do perfect and...I didn't want to disappoint you.So...I called in all those favors and put a lot of pressure on myself to impress you. And when I thought it was all for nothing... I acted like an asshole and overreacted. And I know I should have called..."
"Hey," she said. She walked towards him and grabbed his hand and brought it to her face, place it on her cheek. "I could've called too. You weren't the only one who overreacted. We both could have acted better."
"Yeah...but I'm sorry." She forgave him with a soft and sweet kiss, followed by her signature smile, the one that had caught his attention the year before.
"So," she said. "Think you have room for one more? Or is this trip still solo for you?"
"Throw your bag in the back." He replied. "Gotta warn you though, passenger's seat is automatically the navigator.
"I think I can handle that." She tossed the bag in the back of the truck. "And the only payment I require is a Double Double, animal style fries and a large Chocolate shake."
"Two straws?" Jake joked.
"Hell no, get your own," she laughed. "Come on, let's hit the road, cap'n."
The couple soon got the required payment and were soon off, filling the time by catching up on lost time and planning the days in Mexico...most of which knew would most likely be spent in some form of undress in the suite.
The moment they hit the open road however, Lili decided she didn't want to wait for the Honeymoon suite. Her hand reached over to Jake's crotch going right for the zipper.
"Lils, what you doing?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer.
"What we've been doing." she replied. She kissing his cheek then moved her lips to his ear. "Catching up on lost time." She licked and nibbled on his ears while her hand was taking out his cock.
"Oooh... mmm, Lili... this... oohh... this really isn't conducive to save driving."
"Mmmm, then maybe you should pull over for a bit."
Jake saw this as the best idea he had heard in a while and immediately pulled to the side of the road into the dirt of the desert. Both he and Lili were out of the car in a flash. The both met at the truck bed, Lili already in the middle of ditching her gown and Jake tossing his shirt in the back.
Lili hopped up on the bed, waiting with a smile as Jake scrambled to get out of his pants. Once that obstacle was cleared, the loved embraced, armed wrapped around each other and lips locked.
"There's a blanket in the gym bag behind you," Jake said.
"Which one?" Lili asked.
"Red one."
Lili grabbed for it and the blanket was laid out on the cold metal of the truck bed. With that done, Lili laid back and Jake crawled of her, licking his way up to her beautiful face. Up her stomach, his tongue flicking her navel before getting to her breasts, taking a little extra time there.Both parties appreciated this.
Jake then got to her face, placing a kiss on her lips, their eyes locking just as their lips had been. He guided himself to her entrance and pushed forward, both of them moaning at the sensation.
Lili wrapped her legs around Jake's body and pulled him close. Before long, the truck's shocks were getting a work out. Their was passion, heart and love in the act, but this was also some serious make-up sex. Anything else pent up was itching to be released.
"Ohhh...ooo yeah Jake," Lili moaned. "Just like that...oh baby yes fuck me... oh, fuuuuck baby yes... faster... nnnnggg, faster baby, yesss...."
Lili's arms reached above her head, bracing herself against the truck as Jake did as she asked, driving into her harder and faster. They kissed again, bit fiercer, sucking on and licking at each other's tongues as it broke.
Jake looked above Lili at another bag. "Lift...nnng, baby... lift your head.."
Lili did so, and was surprised by a pillow being placed under her head.
"Better?" he asked.
"I love you," said Lili, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a hard kiss.
"I love you too," he said, placing his forehead against hers, building his rhythm up once more. The two were getting a sheen of sweat on their bodies, the chill of the night not even occurring to them, their body heat giving them more than enough to counter the cool night air.
He reached his arms under her, lifting Lili with him as her rose up. They were chest to chest, Lili holding on to both sides of the truck while Jake drove up into her. She moaned, eyes fluttering and goose pimples coming on her skin as his lips danced from her lips to her neck and back to her breasts. Her head rolled back, her sweat soaked blond hair matting on her as she flung forward once more. They were nose to nose, going hard and fast. Lost time and urges were being made up for.
Soon Jake was the one on his back and Lili was taking a ride. "You comfortable now?" she asked with a big grin. "Need that pillow?"
"Oh I'm fine," said Jake, running his hand from her hips to her face, Lili sucking on his index finger when it grazed her lips. "Have a hell of a view right here."
She leaned forward, their lips connected once more. Jake's hands roamed her back as Lili rode and ground herself on his cock. Her lips did what they did to initiate all this, went to his ear and whispered in his ears," Cum in me baby...I want it....I want to feel you throb and feel me up.... we'll cum together.... oh, Jake... mmmmm, fuck yessss...."
Lili rose up and leaned back, again using the truck to brace herself as she and Jake fucked to what they both knew was gong to be explosive. Jake's hand caressed from her hip to her thigh to her crotch, his thumb resting on Lili's clit. He began to rub it, the added stimulation being the match that lit Lili's fuse.
"Oooh....oh, fuck... Jake... Jake, cum with me... Jake...Jake... AAHHHH!!!" The fuse exploded the dynamite and Lili fell forward, her moans of passion muffled by Jake's mouth. And after she went off, Jake did as well, moaning into Lili's mouth as he thrust into her while he shot everything he had into her.
Jake soon went soft and slipped out of Lili's pussy and Lili rolled off to the side, cuddling in Jake's arms. Her fingers traced circles on his chest and her lips kissed his shoulders. "When are we back on the road?" she asked.
"I'm thinking once we come down," Jake said. "Actually notice how cold it is...then we slip on some sweats and we'll be in Mexico in time for breakfast and check in."
"Mmmmmm, sounds wonderful," she said dreamily. "I don't know if I packed sweats though. I was in such a hero it was mostly just jeans, sneakers, flip flops, skirts and stuff like that. Outside casual, not rainy day casual."
"I have a couple in my bag. It's the black one. Just tighten the drawstring and we're good."
"Are they Zubaz?"
"Yeah...how'd you know?"
"Honey, you're a wrestler," Lili said, kissing him as she got up to crawl over to the bag. "It's international law that you own at least six pairs of Zubas." She winked at him as she rummaged through his bag for the pants. "What do you think? Electric Blue or Hot pink?"
******
"Not only have you been lying to me for years, but now you're dating a pimp?!?" Mandy screamed at Selena. She, Selena, Taylor and Norman had all gone next door to Mandy's home. Selena was in the den, surrounded by them and in a state at utter disbelief at what she'd found out.
At first she didn't want to believe it. That Reggie was a pimp, or at least a wannabe one and she was going to be his first...girl. That he had manipulated her into doing whatever eh wanted and had in fact recorded her doing several sexual acts. Acts she thought were private between them...and the other guy Reggie had brought in a couple times. She can't even say she wouldn't have gone along with it....she done a lot of dumb things at his suggestion. And Taylor had the proof on her tablet. She'd seen it.
"I swear I didn't know what he was doing!" Selena said. "Really, I didn't...how did you even find out?"
"Reggie hired Norman to build the website," Taylor said. "When he found out what Reggie was doing, he let me know. Then he put a virus on the computer Reggie was using...and every external hard drive Reggie had with footage." Taylor put her hand reassuringly on Selena's shoulder. "It's all gone. Everything. The webstie Reggie was going to put up, the footage...nothing is left. Norman took care of it all. Don't worry. All that's left is on this tablet and that'll be deleted too."
It was a somewhat accurate version of the events. All the traces were in fact gone, Selena had nothing to worry about on that front. As for the rest of the story and the whole involvement of Bella Thorne... well, Selena didn't need to know about that.
"Oh I'm not worried," Selena said. "I want to kill him...I want to hurt that fucking bastard! She shouted. "This...Jesus Christ I can't believe this..."
"Well young lady, while you're dealing with this, let me tell you this," said Mandy. "You're an adult, and I can't ground you. And I want you to get through college, so I'm not yanking you out. But from now on...any money I was sending you is HALF. You're getting a job ASAP to cover your costs. And I want proof you've done it, because clearly you're not as mature as I thought you were. Also, those grades better pick up or else. Am I understood young lady?"
"Yes mom." She replied.
"Good. Now, I'm going back over to the party and not ruin the rest of the night. It could have been much worse." Mandy went over to Taylor and hugged her. "Thank you so much. You're such a good friend."
Mandy left the room, giving Selena one last disappointed look before she shut the door.
"I really messed up this time," Selena said. "Fell for the worst kind of person, messed up my oldest friendship and damn near became a hooker. Hell of a semester."
"Yeah," agreed Taylor. "You can make a comeback though... it's just.... Sel I hope you learned something from all this, what almost happened. You deserve a better class of man. You know, one that won't try to pimp you out."