Title:  The Heat of Manhattan Nights

Author:  Ashleigh Richardson

Genre:  Dromedy (Drama/Romance/Comedy [Mostly Romance not much Comedy] )

Act I-Friendly Temptations

"That's a good boy, Marshell." I told my latest conquest, as he...er...let's just say he was doing his homework. Right in the middle of this, my cell rang.  I looked at the Caller ID; Valmont, Sebastian; what was his problem today?!  He knows that neither of us are supposed to call during 'business functions'.  But I answered anyway..

"Mmph...Talk to me." I greeted seductively.

"Well, Well, Well." Sebastian slyly greeted back.  "Did I call at a bad time?"

"Not exactly. I'm just tutoring Mr. Mathers."

"The thug from our American Lit class?"

"Indeed."

"Session going well I hope?"

"Very well actually. He knows...hmmm...precisely what he's doing."

"I see I've taught you well, young grasshopper."

Marshell had been hearing my conversation with Sebastian. So he came up, and looked agitated. So he asked me, "Ay yo, are you talkin' to Sebastian Valmont while I'm right here?!"

"Yes." I told him annoyed. "Now shut up and get back to work."  I pushed his head back down, and continued talking to Sebastian.

"Touchy, aren't we?" Sebastian asked me, overhearing what I said to Marshell.

"Anyway, why'd you call me? You know the rule, you made it yourself." I retorted.

"Are the parentals at home?"

"Yeah...whoo...they're downstairs now."

"Did they say anything?"

"Uh huh..." I cocked my head back. "They wants you back here at 6 for rehearsal.".

"Again? God, doesn't your mother understand that there's only supposed to be one wedding rehearsal, and not five."

"Lay off it, Valmont. My mom's first wedding was a disaster. She wants to make up for it."

"You think she'd make up for it by not getting married."

"Shut up, Sebastian and be here. Or I'll kick your ass."

"Oh Janessa. You really should stop threatening to kick my ass. It's so childish, and not very ladylike."

"Hmmm....Uhmmm....OH KAY THEN...whoo...Alright Bashy boy.  If you don't show up, I'll squash the hold set up with you and Anya."

"Alrighty, Miss Janessa. I will be there promptly. See you there, Ness."

"See ya, Valmont."

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It was about ten in the evening, and I'd caught a ride back to the mansion with Sebastian.  She's my mother and I love her, but that last rehearsal was exhausting.  Sebastian and I were in between my room and his.  I had been wear my sexy black Prada pantsuit, Sebastian had been looking libidinous in his gray Calvin Klein suit as usual. We had been discussing that night's events at the cathedral when Sebastian changed the subject.

"I want my money." Sebastian said.

"What ever do you mean?" I jokingly retorted.

"You know what the fuck I'm talking about."

"And this so called money I owe you...it would be for???" I asked devilishly.

Sebastian shook his head as he opened his bedroom door.   And as we walked into the room, he sighed. "Janessa. Sometimes I wonder I even bother with you. You're so juvenile."

"Because you need a female perspective in your life other than the whores you love so much." I told him plopping down on his bed.  He went over and sat at his desk, whipped out his journal, and started writing.

"What would tonight's hot and steamy entry be about?"  I asked smiling and crossing my legs.

He smirked without looking away from that journal, "The conclusion of our little wager."

"Hmm...Let me see how it would end..." I said putting a finger on my lip, " 'Today, I completed my mission. I, Sebastian Valmont, convinced those extremely desirable twin Swedish-exchange students, to film a menagerie with me.  It was fucking amazing, not only that, I'm being paid to do it. I bet Janessa that if I could do it within three days, she owes me two grand.  And if she won, I owe her double.  But guess who won?  T'was I, the master of manipulation...' Am I right, Bash?"

He chuckled faintly, "Well I did learn from the best."

"Well you were a great student."

"Thank you Mistress."

"You know you never seen to disappoint me, Valmont."

"Your welcome." He said emotionless. He looked up from the journal, and closed it. "Now I wish you wouldn't disappoint me.  It's collection time." He got up from the desk and stood directly in front of it, staring at me."

I sighed. "Fine." And I began searching through my purse for some cash.  While I did it I spoke, "Can you believe it, Valmont? After tomorrow, you and I will be legally brother and sister."

He had picked up a magazine and started reading it, then said, "It's not like things will really change.  You act like you really are my sister, despite the obvious semblance difference."

"And vice versa." I added, coming up empty handed.

He paused for a moment, he looked out toward the door then at me. "There is one thing.  Though, It's probably too bullshit to even bring it up now.".

"Now, Mr. Valmont." I said acting like his therapist, Dr. Greenbaum. "What have I told you about holding back on me?"

"Shit, whatever.  I was thinking about my 12th birthday?"

I used an Italian accent, "The night we kissed, cadmia."

"Yeah, our first kiss."

"What about it?" Returning to my usual voice.

"What if you decided to take my offer, and go out with me?"

"I don't know."

"What would have happened between us?  Would we have ever become so close?"

"Sebastian, how long have you been thinking about this?"

"For a while now."

I arched my eyebrow and Sebastian nodded.  Then he continued, "It's not that I'm not satisfied with our relationship now, I just want to know what could have been."

"Sebastian, that was six years ago.  It's over and done with."

"You're right.  I think I'm gonna unwind now."

He tossed the magazine on the desk.  He took his jacket off and tossed it onto a chair, and continued getting undressed. By now, I'd stop looking for the cash, and all my attention was on Sebastian. What he said really made me think about it. Could I really have had Manchester's resident panty charmer all to myself?  I dazed out thinking about this concept.  At the time, Sebastian had finished undressing.  This wasn't unusual for me and him.  I'd seen Sebastian naked, but he hadn't seen me. He undressed in front of me all the time, and it was no big deal.  But this time was different, the sight of bare skin in silk boxers was exciting, racy, lustful.  So to better the mood, I'd taken off my jacket and laid it aside, then my Gucci stilettos.  He went over to the desk again and opened up his cigar box.  He picked one up, and started to light it.  Just before he could lit it, I came up behind him and put one arm around his torso and the other to take the cigar.  "Sorry rich boy." I said sensuously, "My cash is spent.  But I think you'll love what I have to make up for it as payment."

Sebastian was a little confused by actions. "Janessa? What are you..." He stopped speaking, I think he got the gist of my intentions when the tie of his robe came undone.  He turned around to face me. Then he asked, "Miss Cattivo, It wasn't my intentions to start your engine.  What did I do to bring on this burst of illumination?"

"Nothing really." I answered, "I've just wondered what it would be if we had a better sexual encounter." I grabbed his robe and pulled him closer into me. We were so close that we could feel the intense sexual vibes flow from each others bodies, I was so overwhelmed carnal lust, on that account I took advantage of the situation. I embraced Sebastian with a sweet, luscious kiss.  It was brief, but it was enough to get our juices flowing.  Sebastian stepped back, "How would you compare that to our first encounter?" I asked sensually.

"Much fucking sweeter." He answered alluringly. "But you've sat here and watched me get undressed...and I've never seen you in your skevies."
"What are you suggesting, Monsieur Valmont?"
"I want see what you wear under all that sexy attire.  Strip, Janessa. But only into your bra and panties.  I want to save the best for last."
"Excellent choice." So, I slowly unbuttoned my halter, exposing a black, lacy bra, and my curvious torso.  I tossed my top to Sebastian, whose eyes seemed to brighten when he saw how much I filled out my D-cup.  Then, I slowly unbuttoned my pants.  I, very slowly, and very titillatingly, pulled them down, exposing my matching panties, and long, voluptuous legs.  I gently kicked my pants aside.  "So what do you think?" I asked, enticing him..


He couldn't say anything.  When he finally found words, they were, "Now Miss Cattivo, what have I told you about holding back on me?"
He swaggered over to me, and I glided closer to him.  "Shit, I didn't think you could handle it, Mr. Valmont." I told him. "You think you can handle me now?"
"Who the fuck said that I couldn't?" He answered smoothly. He wrapped his arms around me, putting his hands on the back of my thighs.  His soft, gentle lips met my own, and we embraced for a even hotter, and more erotic kiss.  Sebastian picked me up, and carried me off to the bed.  He delicately laid me on the bed, and all this time we were still kissing.  I put my hands around his neck, and moved them downward, and smoothly took off his robe, and dropping it on the ground.  Sebastian's lips soon left mine, and they began gently caressed my neck.  His tongue, working it's magic on my neck, and me purring and cooing.  He began working his way down toward my chest.  God, I was feeling pleasures I'd never known.  I closed my eyes, as he reached my tummy.

The first thing I saw when my eyes opened, a picture of Sebastian and I when we were fifteen, at a winter formal.  Then, they became fixated on a picture of our parents and us all together, situated like a real family.  Just before he reached my naughty place, I stopped him. "Sebastian, stop. I can't do this." I told him, getting up.
"What? Oh, come on, Janessa." He retorted. "You just into it so much. Why stop?"
"I just can't.  It's like I said before.  Our parents are getting married tomorrow.  It' just wouldn't feel right." I told him, moving around the room, grabbing my clothes.
"Janessa, we still have twenty-four hours.  That's perfectly enough time."
"Sebastian, I can't.  What am I going to tell my kids, after I'm married?  Oh ok, don't tell daddy, but mommy fucked Uncle Sebastian!  Do you know what that will do to them?!  I'm really sorry, Sebastian. I can't."
"Whatever.  I understand." He was looked like he had been seriously offended.
"Well, I was fun while it lasted lover boy." Then I exited the room, and went into mine.  As soon as I entered the room, I leaned against the door, and took a deep breath. "What the fuck did I just do?" I said to myself.

Little did I know that night was only the beginning of a year full of very unexpected suprises.