This is a little collection of stories I've based off of songs. If you want you can leave a suggestion in the review box. If you haven't heard the song before I would recommend listening to it so you can get the gist of it before hand. (Also I use my OC's in these stories.) (Mix of Charlotte and Neve stories.)
Chapter 1
"But it's better if you do" Panic! At the disco
He swerved throughout the chairs and tables to where Alec sat.
"This is disguising Jace!" Alec said as he sat down on the wooden chair "You seriously come here every week?"
"You're the one who wanted to know. Don't look at me like that." Jace warned, staring absent- minded, at a girl with bronzey-brown hair who was performing on stage. She winked, but not at him, at Alec. He looked startled as he stared at her, looking as though he was sizing up something. Maybe her ass, Jace thought to himself. When Alec went to the bathroom, Jace got up to find someone who could help him. Quickly he found what seemed to be the manager.
"Excuse me, miss?" She turned around, looking aggravated."I'd like to know if my friend, the one over there with the black hair and blue eyes, could get a lap dance, from the one with the bronzey-brown hair?"
"Sure, that's Brooke. Someone will find him when she's finished dancing." He returned to his seat, smirking.
About half an hour later
(Alec's POV)
A large, burley man tapped me on the shoulder.
"Yes?" I asked
"Follow me sir." I got out of my chair and followed him to a small door at the other side of the room. "Go on in, but no touching unless she lets you." Wondering what he meant I walked into the room. It was painted a dark blue, and there was a solitary chair in the middle. She walked in then. Her hair trickled down her back. She pushed me into the chair and stood behind me. She trailed one pale finger across my chest. Her blue eyes gazed longingly into mine. I blame Jace for this. I started to explain, but she pressed her slender finger to my lips and spoke herself.
"Listen sweetie, this is my job, my manager told me that it wasn't you who ordered this dance, but i don't care. You're the best looking guy I've seen in this place." I tried to speak again but she cut me off before I could utter anything "Could you grant me one night of pleasure? I know it's a bit forward, and I wouldn't mind if you said no..." I was taken aback by the whole thing, but a brilliant idea struck me.
"Ring this number, tomorrow. I'll organise when and where then." She smiled at me, a brilliant, toothy smile.
"What's your name? Mine's Adelaide."
"Jace. Jace Wayland." I handed the small piece of paper to her. I got out the chair and left, smirking to myself the whole why back to my seat.
