Hey thereee :)) uhmm…okay so some of you are probably going to really hate my guts because I haven't posted a new chapter of Eclipse in FOREVER, but just so everyone knows, that's on hiatus until further notice…for lack of motivation to write it, I guess.
Anyway, this has been floating around in my head for a few weeks now, and I thought I'd try posting it up to see what everyone thinks of it. Depending on the sort of feedback I get, it could either stay a one-shot, or become a story. Your call, kids :))
Have fun! The song is called Hotel Room Service by Pitbull and I strongly suggest you listen to it as you're reading. I find that it just heightens the way the story is read. :))
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"I want everybody to stop what they're doing!" The DJ yelled into his microphone. "Now if you're with somebody you're gonna take to the hotel room tonight, MAKE. SOME. NOISE!"
I'm not going to lie; this beat is sick.
I only like some of Pitbull's stuff, but damn, this song is hot!
"Meet me at the hotel room…meet me at the hotel room…meet me at the hotel room…meet me at the hotel room…"
I love suggestive lyrics. They make me want to do naughty things with sexy girls and they're just so…suggestive!
And I've had far too much to drink.
What? There was Grey Goose; it's my weakness. Plus, I was already in a shit mood when Aiden picked me up; my ex had been calling my phone incessantly for the past three hours.
That girl seriously can't take a hint.
"Forget about your boyfriend, and meet me at the hotel room, you can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room…"
Whoaaa, back up. You're probably lost.
Okay here, I'll help you out here. I'm Ashley Davies, and I look fucking hot tonight. Aiden even said so, and he's gay.
Yeah, you heard me.
He. Likes. Men.
Okay, now that that's over with…we're at Lust, and this kick-ass song is so loud that it's pulsing through my alcohol infested veins. It's insanely dark, and the only reason I can see right now is because there are black lights lighting up the massive, crowded dance floor.
Not that I can really see, because honestly, I'm so smashed right now that I can't even focus.
Kind of.
I hold my liquor well, so even though you'd probably be dead from alcohol poisoning right now, this is just drunk for me.
Uh…did that make sense? I don't know.
"We at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…we at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…we at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…we at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…"
ANYWAYS, I'm dancing with some chick. I don't even really know who she is, but I don't really care either. I'm pretty sure she's tried to make out with me about 5,000 times since I set foot in this club though.
Okay, wait. I'm exaggerating, but you get it.
I mean, yeah, she's hot, but I don't do shit like that.
Ashley Davies is not a slut. Hell to the nizzooooo! I haven't even slept with anyone yet.
Seriously.
I wonder where Aiden is.
"She like that freaky stuff, 2 in the oh!, and 1 in the ah!, that kinky stuff, you nasty, but I like your type, and like TI, it's 'whatever you like'…"
This girl can dance, though. I mean, DAMN. She can dance!
I need more vodka.
I feel her fingers lace with mine, and I'm mildly disgusted when I feel that her palm is sweaty. Well, I guess I can't blame her; there's about 3,089 perspiring, gyrating teenagers surrounding us so it's sort of impossible to get all wet.
No pun intended.
I think I exaggerated again about how many people are in here.
I seriously don't have ADD. My thoughts are just spaced out because I'm just about wasted. Kyla says I have a short attention span, though…
Oh wait, the girl is talking to me. What's her name again? Uh…uh…uh…Alexis? Jamie? Nikki?
Yeah, Nikki. Let's go with that.
"Bring your girls, it's whatever tonight, your man just left, I'm the plumber tonight, I'll check your pipes; oh, you the healthy type…"
"…bathrooms, babe?" She purrs seductively, smirk set in place as she tugs me by the hand in the direction of the restrooms.
She's seriously dragging me in there so she can do her business? I don't think so!
"No, I wanna danceee," I slur in protest, swaying now due to the loss of the anchor that was her hand.
Then, it dawned on me. She didn't have to go to the bathroom.
Ohhhh…
Nikki or whatever her name was tried to grab my hand a few more times, but I bumped into some big brawny, muscled guy and started to dance with him. She must've gotten the hint because when I looked again, she had disappeared.
Whatever. She must be on her period.
"Well here goes some egg whites…"
"Ash!" Aiden snaps his fingers in front of my face. Aiden! I missed him! Oh, wait, I'm dancing with him. His green eyes are wide, he's backed up and grinding against some guy who looks like he's enjoying himself far too much for just a dance, and he's signaling for me to dance with somebody else.
Oh, I see how it is, Aiden.
Nobody wants to just DANCE with me. They just want to fuck me in restrooms. What IS that?
I need my Goose.
I stumble towards the direction of what I think is the bar, but end up staggering right into the middle of a throng of serious dancers.
I mean, these kids are SERIOUSLY freaking. They're grinding like nobody's business.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and then both of my hands are clasped within soft ones.
I like these hands. They're not like Nikki's. They're not sweaty…they're just delightfully warm.
I feel my vision spinning, and when I stop, I'm face to face with possibly the most beautiful girl I've ever had the pleasure to lay my unworthy, drunk eyes on. She has shiny golden blonde hair that's cascading down past her shoulders in perfect waves. Her eyes are closed, and she's singing along with Pitbull. It takes me forever to realize that her arms are loosely dangling off my shoulders, and we're so close that our noses are brushing occasionally.
Then, when she slips her bare leg between my jean-clad ones, I just about pass out.
"Now gimme that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff, let me tell you what we gon' do…"
Her voice was captivating, and it was a wonder that I could even hear it over the obscenely loud beat.
I loved it. I wanted more of this girl.
My hands finally came to life when I started to move with her perfect body.
By the way, she's wearing a REALLY short skirt, and an EXTREMELY tight top. That's all I really remember.
Not that I'm complaining.
My hands slide into place on her magical hips, and I pull her impossibly closer. Our bodies are now flush against each other, and I swear I just sobered up in that moment. She opens her eyes, a sexy smirk in place, and when our gaze meets, my heart feels like it's going to hammer out of my chest.
Her eyes are a gorgeously unique shade of electric blue.
I can already feel myself getting lost in them.
That's when I know. I want her.
Not like, "I want her body." Even though I do, but that's not what I'm talking about.
I want her to be mine, and only mine, because I hate the thought of never seeing those sapphire eyes again.
"2 + 2, I'm gonna undress you…"
"I'm Ashley," I practically shout in her face. I'm still too entranced by those beautiful azure orbs to even muster up the strength to look away and whisper in her ear. Her perfect body shakes as she chuckles, that sexy smirk of making a reappearance. I feel her hands tangle into my curls, and I fight back the urge to moan when her leg pushes further between mine.
Is she going to kiss me?
Oh. My. God.
She pulls my head closer, and I close my eyes, my heart thumping in anticipation of feeling her tantalizing lips on mine. I let my hands slide slowly around to her lower back, splaying across the soft fabric of her shirt.
"Hey, Ashley. Can I show you something?" she breathes into my ear.
At that point, I'm pretty sure if she asked to kill me, I would have let her.
I groan something unintelligible in response, which she must've taken as a 'yes.' I feel her fingers curl slightly in my hair, and her lips just barely touch my ear. I bite my own lip, and feel my own fingers curl, raking the material on her lower back. To my dismay, she pulls back, stepping completely out of my grasp.
Dammit. That felt so good.
"Glen!" she stands on her tip-toes and shouts over my head, motioning to whoever Glen was. I wasn't paying a ton of attention to what she was doing, however. I was too focused on her. Everything about her; I just couldn't stop watching every one of her movements.
I don't even know her.
Her cerulean eyes flicker back to mine, and I feel my stomach turn over.
WHAT?!
Oh God. Ashley Davies does NOT get butterflies.
What IS this?!
And while I'm bitching to myself in my head, I didn't notice that I was being pushed back into a chair, and now I'm sitting. Not only am I sitting, but there are about 3,089 pairs of eyes watching me in this chair, staring blankly back at them with a dazed expression.
UHM. I repeat, what IS this?!
"Then we gon' go 3 and 3, you gon' undress me…"
Then, my blonde, blue-eyed beauty is dancing in front of me. I'm hypnotized and frozen, my eyes roving her small frame from her rhythmic hips to her inviting, sly smile.
I was floored.
Then, she places both of her hands on my shoulders, and hoists herself into my lap.
Well, not in my lap, but she's straddling my lap.
In this chair.
She's looking down at me with sparkling, mischievous cobalt eyes, and then, her hips start to move. I wasn't sure what to do. I felt completely immobile and so entranced.
I'm getting a lap dance from this very sexy, beautiful girl, and all I really want to do is take her gorgeous head and bring our lips together.
"Then we're gon' go 4 and 4, we gon' freak some more, but first…"
I vaguely hear the whoops and hollers of horny guys and trashed girls as some of them begin to dance again. I'm feeling increasingly hot, and her hands are teasingly wandering across my shoulders and over my neck.
But when she presses those intoxicating lips to my ear, huskily singing those suggestive lyrics, I lost it.
"Forget about your boyfriend, and meet me at the hotel room, you can bring your girlfriends and meet me at the hotel room…"
Yeah, I would pretty much follow this girl into an oven if she sang it to me like that.
She's so close, and she's still singing in my ear. God, I have to touch her or something before I…I…
I greedily grab at her toned thighs, and she gasps.
I swear to God, she moaned.
Yeah, Davies, even when you're drunk you still got it.
My hands have a mind of their own, seriously. They fly to her gyrating hips, and pull her more forcefully into my lap. She's full on grinding against my lap now, and I easily conclude that I've never been more turned on in my life.
Lap dances have never been my favorite but this girl has DEFINITELY changed my mind.
She pulls back, but doesn't stop her movements. My eyes rake up and down her flawless body as I continue running my hands up and down her thighs.
I think I could do this forever.
"We at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…we at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…we at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…we at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn…"
I'll be completely honest with you; I would definitely take this girl to any one of those places.
Perhaps a more expensive hotel though. I'm a first class kind of lady.
The beat starts to fade a bit, and my stomach drops in an unpleasant manner. The song is ending which means this beautiful girl is probably going to be somewhere else other than my lap within the next minute or so.
That's not okay.
She slows down, and places one hand on her hip while the other dangles loosely over my shoulder. She's surveying me with those cobalt eyes of hers, and I can't help the cocky smile that makes its way onto my face when I see that they're at least a few hues darker than her normal shade.
Then I blush because mine are probably black.
She arches an eyebrow, and I have to squeeze my legs together because that was hot.
God, I really do need some more alcohol. What is this girl doing to me?
As the next song begins, her trademark sexy smirk graces her picturesque features again, and my heart begins to pound erratically.
Maybe she won't leave.
She leans forward, and I shiver when her warm breath hits my ear, "That was fun."
"Mmmhmm…" I mumble. I almost gasp, but manage to stifle it by biting my lip when I feel her lightly take hold of my earlobe.
Ugh. It should be illegal to be this turned on. Or for somebody to tease as much as this girl is teasing me.
"See you around, Ashley." Before I can even begin to process what she said, a cold draft hits my lap, and she's already strutting away towards the mass of sweaty, grinding teenage bodies. She looks over her shoulder and winks, then disappears behind the crowd.
SERIOUSLY?!
I'm dazed, turned on and evidently still drunk because when I attempt to stand up, I have to grab the back of the empty chair to steady myself.
Or maybe that's just because I'm still totally hazed out from that lap dance…
"Ash!" Aiden calls, motioning me towards the door. "Ready to go?" I force my jell-o legs to move, and then, with a sharp pang in my chest, it hits me.
I didn't even get her name.
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