Hey all! This is me, once again. Okay, I know that I MUST be crazy to be starting out another fic, but I had to! I have two other ones going, but my amazing friend, Morgan (brucasfan23) and I really wanted to co-write this one. We don't want to give much away, but just know that this won't be all sex. It will be deep and epic and lovely. Haha. Make sure you leave us a review if you enjoy it!
Xx Nathalie&Morgan
--X--
Lucas Scott stood in front of the one place he once called home. Childhood memories flying past him, the breeze not bothering him, instead becoming something more like a lullaby, soothing the pain he was enduring. This wasn't supposed to happen. Lucas Scott was immune to pain. He didn't cry when his mother passed away, and he sure as hell didn't cry when he found out that his biological father, Dan Scott, had simply chosen to not have him in his life.
Lucas grew up in the streets. Somehow eluding the police. Somehow managing to keep his records clean, that is, the police ones. His reputation around town was as soiled as one could be. Yet everyone wanted to be him, all the girls wanted to be with him. The sight of him was enough to make passersby stop in their tracks. He was sexy.
So he stood. He stood in the cold November breeze. Watching a new generation of children play basketball on the river court. His river court. His home. The only place he had ever felt as though he belonged, as if he was wanted and needed.
He stood there trying to forget a girl. The feisty blonde he had called his lover for the past six years of his life.
Everything had been going perfectly for him not too long ago. His uncle Keith had secured him a job at the family repair shop. He had bought an apartment. His fiance was in one of the best art schools in the nation. Everything was solid. But Lucas forgot that even though God is generous, he is quick to take it all back.
"Come on dude, the parents are starting to get freaked out." Nathan jokingly whispered, sneaking up behind Lucas and taking the basketball out of his hands. Nathan was Lucas' younger brother. Dan Scott's privileged son. Lucas wanted to hate him, and for a while he did. Then they both realized they could make their father's life hell if they came together, thus their beautiful friendship.
"Fuck off, Nate." Lucas mumbled back, attempting to swiftly dribble the ball from Nathan's grasp.
"I swear man, you gotta let it go." Nathan continued, almost embarrassed over his best friend's behavior.
"This doesn't involve you, so why don't you keep the fuck out?" Lucas cut him off sharply, while walking in the opposite direction. He loved his brother, he wasn't about to admit it, but he really did, that didn't mean that he was about to let him tell Lucas how to deal with his broken relationship.
"She broke up with you, what a month ago?" Nathan continued, running to catch up with his older brother. "You gotta move on." He finished, giving Lucas a couple consoling slaps on the back. He just wanted his brother to get out of this phase. He missed the old, fun, Lucas Scott. Not this pathetic piece of shit he had to call a brother.
"With what? There's not one god damn woman in this shit of a town worth even fucking." Lucas spoke, nodding towards a lanky red haired girl that was sitting on a bench, obviously younger than the two of them, but making his point.
"Okay, okay. That doesn't mean there aren't some elsewhere." Nathan coaxed, beginning to dribble the orange ball in anticipation. The more he played out this new idea in his head, the better it sounded.
"Elsewhere?" Lucas asked, half interested, his gaze still on the red haired girl.
"Yeah." Nathan nodded, eagerly. "Tim knows this guy who runs this trip-" Nathan stopped talking when he noticed that Lucas was no longer walking next to him.
"A fucking strip club?" Lucas laughed. The idea of him being at a strip club was almost too much. Everyone knows that the only poor souls that find themselves at strip clubs are the fifty year old fucks that got left by their younger looking wives when the money started to run out.
"You've never been to a strip club like this one." Nathan persisted, not caring whether he was sounding extremely pathetic right now, because he knew he was. He just wanted his damn brother back.
"You're not giving up are you?"
"Not a chance."
"Fine. We'll go after I do my shift at the shop." Lucas finished, no excitement in his voice.
"You will so not regret this, bro." Nathan replied, excitedly throwing the basketball back to Lucas.
--X--
It was just another day in her life. Just another Thursday night of work in the place that she'd spent the last four years, trying to find some sort of refuge for her existence. And as bad as it sounded, the place had become a second home to the dark brunette. It was the place where she spent most of her time, when she wasn't residing in her small, broken down apartment.
The dim lighting made her eyes look an even fiercer shade of olive green and her lightly tanned skin glowed with the fluorescence of the large room. The beams of color spouting from every bulb in the joint, igniting light into even the darkest of corners. Corners where her co-workers were working hard for their wages. Swiveling stools lined the bar counter, while tables and sofas littered the floor of the club's main room. The stairs in the back leading up to the second floor where she would most likely be tonight. It was where Ronnie, the owner, always sent her. And she knew why.
The brunette was a siren. And she knew it.
A vixen of stunning beauty as she strutted her 5'4 frame around the workplace. Her tall, nearing five inches, peep toe booties carried her petite frame, making it seem as though she was floating on air.
Brooke Davis was a stripper. Exotic dancer. An entertainer. Whatever you wanted to call it.
It was her job. How she made her money. And it had quickly become one of the few and only things she's ever fully known. The only thing she really knew for a while now.
Her straight, dark tressels hung down around her bare shoulders. Tight black shorts clung to her skin, barely hitting mid-thigh while a deep red halter hid her torso. Her cleavage heaved at the top, being tucked away by a single clasp in the front. Her black laced bra was noticeable, but not a care of the matter crossed the young woman's face. It was how she always dressed for work. It was what was deemed "appropriate attire."
As Brooke made her way towards the bar she could already spot a familiar figure. A dimpled grin broke out onto her face as she reached the counter, leaning against it with her arms out in front of her.
"Hey doll face," she huskily called to the person on the other side. Her sensual raspy voice sending chills to the few men seated around her.
"Well, well, if it isn't Miss Brooke Davis herself."
Brooke's grin deepened before making her way behind the bar.
"In the flesh," she joked, before she enveloped the red-head into her skinny arms, "I missed you slut."
"Missed you too," the person whispered back.
The two held onto the embrace for another moment before pulling away, smiles still on their faces.
"So, what are you doing back? I thought you said Tree Hill was too 'dead and boring' for you," Brooke asked the girl who had become like a sister to her over the years, and probably the only family the brunette had ever really had throughout her lifespan.
"Well, as dead and boring as it may be most times it is still home. Besides, New York has way too many creepy old pervs. Even for me," the red head smirked.
"Rachel, that's terrible," Brooke chuckled, "I thought the pervy ones were your favorite."
"Not when they're throwing hundreds at you just so you'll talk to 'em. Flattery is nice, but desperation is where I draw the line," she shrugged.
"Whatever you say, Rach," the dark brunette snickered once more before glancing up at the circular clock hanging above them on the wall, "So, I've got an hour 'til my shift and I want all the details of the Big Apple."
Brooke pulled Rachel by the hand and the two friends giggled their way into the back room.
--X--
Lucas hesitantly walked into the dimly lit lounge, the pulsating music close to being unbearable. He didn't have to look around for very long, before he was able to distinctly make out the forms of strippers swaying their hips for the paying costumers. Nathan didn't give him much time to change his mind before pulling Lucas to a small table that was parallel to a long cat walk.
A tall, blonde waitress made her way towards the two brothers. Intentionally bending over when she was near enough to them, her perfect assets threatening to spill out before her. Lucas didn't give her much interest. Instead he continued to scan the room, finding comfort in the fact that he at least has a better life than half of the men in here.
"What about you, honey boy?" The blonde seductively whispers into his ear, not realizing how uninterested he is.
"Whatevers on tap." He mumbled, not bothering to look at her.
"Dude, maybe look a little more excited?" Nathan laughed after knocking down a shot of vodka.
Lucas didn't reply. His eyes were on the blonde girl that was prowling on the stage. The thumping of the music was the only audible thing. Every man in the room had secluded to himself, keeping their hands busy while their eyes ate the young looking woman up. That is, except Lucas and Nathan.
The girl on stage worked the pole for another song. Keeping eye contact with all her costumers as she slowly undressed herself. Hoping that what she had was enough to pay for this month's bill, and more importantly, this month's crack. She prowled around on the stage for a few more seconds, collecting last minute bills, letting the hungry eyes take one last look at her flawless porcelain skin, before swiftly turning around and exciting the stage.
"I'll be right back." Nathan snickered, breaking the silence that had loomed over them as the girl left the stage.
"No guarantees that I'll be here when you come back," Lucas replied, lazily sitting back on the chair. He knew that his brother was trying to help, but he wasn't. The more time he spent in this shit hole, the more he realized how much Peyton meant to him. These girls couldn't turn him on if he tried, Peyton on the other hand, she just had to throw him one of her smiles.
--X--
Nathan made his way through the club, stopping every few seconds to flirt with one of the exotic dancers that prowled the room. The rule was, you can't touch. But then again, most of the girls wanted to be touched when it came to Nathan. He's always been an exception when it came to strip clubs.
"Yo, Ronnie!" Nathan called from the other side of the bar once he spotted the man he had been searching for.
"If it isn't one of my best costumers." Ronnie snickered from behind the bar, putting down a mug of beer as he shook Nathan's hand.
"I need a favor." Nathan replied, cutting to the point.
"Don't you always?" The large man replied, handing Nathan a beer as he did so. "Whadda you need, kid?"
"I need a good fuck for my brother," he demanded, knowing fully well who will get the job done for Lucas. "Hook him up with that Rachael one." Nathan instructed, as if he somehow owned the place.
"Not tonight," Ronnie laughed.
"Ronnie, come on dude! You owe me." Nathan replied, almost pleading. He was desperate. He knew the redhead, she would get him out of this.
"She's booked solid tonight."
"Fuck, Ronnie." Nathan mumbled, turning around to make sure his older brother was still where he left him.
"Listen, one of my clients didn't show up tonight," Ronnie whispered, leaning towards Nathan so none of the drunks around him would hear. "She can definitely get the job done." He finished, cocking his head towards Lucas, "he won't stand a chance."
"She better not be some mediocre bullshit." Nathan finished, taking one last gulp from the bottle, and making his way back to his brother.
--X--
"We leaving?" Lucas asked hopeful, half up from his chair by the time Nathan was within hearing distance.
"Not so much," Nathan mumbled, sitting back down and pulling Lucas over. "I hooked you up with the best thing in this club."
"You what?" Lucas asked, not being able to fight back a laugh.
"Dude, if you turn this down you're more of a pussy than I thought."
"Me? A pussy?" Lucas laughed, "Nice try little man." He snickered, patting his brother on the back.
"Dude, this fucking cost me a lot. And you haven't had a fuck in months!" Silence.
"If she's anything like the last two that were on stage, I'm out of here." Lucas finally said, disgusted. He didn't want to admit it, but Nathan was right. He hadn't slept with a girl in a little over a month, which was a new record. He was horny out of his mind, and the least he could do was at least picture Peyton the whole time he was ramming into whatever bitch it was.
"You will so not regret this." Nathan said, excitedly pointing a finger towards stairs that were lining the back wall, which Lucas hadn't noticed until just now.
"Already do." He mumbled, making his way in the direction his brother had pointed.
--X--
Lucas made his way up the stairs, not being able to help the anticipation that had began to form in the pit of his stomach. When he reached the top he was greeted by a dark bouncer who simply nodded him in the direction he was supposed to go. Lucas turned and began walking down an even darker hallway. Walking past rooms that were obviously occupied, the grunts and moans escaping through the walls. The place smelled like fucking sex, and Lucas couldn't tell whether he was disgusted or completely turned on.
He stopped when he came to an empty door. A very dim light penetrating through the small crack, no moans coming from inside. He hesitated for a moment, and contemplated turning back, but when he saw the large bouncer nod for him to enter, he did so.
It took his eyes a few seconds to become accustomed to his surroundings. He took notice of the dark maroon walls, but all his attention was quickly taken up by the brunette vixen before him. Her chocolate curls were barely pinned, a few lose strands falling to her shoulders. Her skin was a milky white texture. The light almost radiating off of her as if she was some sort of sex angel, or perhaps devil.
He could see by the look in her eyes that she was more than surprised by his appearance as well. Her dark hazel eyes locking with his for an instance before quickly shifting away to closely inspect the rest of his body.
It wasn't until he mumbled "Hi," that she snapped from her trance and gave him an extremely seductive smile. A pair of dimples becoming known under all the blush she was wearing.
"Hi," she whispered back, gracefully walking from the end of the bed to Lucas. One of her hands instinctively draping around his neck, the other lingering down his chest.
"Uh, I've never really done this before." He replied, embarrassment apparent in his voice.
"You're a virgin?" Brooke asked, her eyes watching him skeptically.
"No, the whole," Lucas muttered, gesturing towards Brooke, the seductive smile returning to her face.
"That's okay," She huskily whispered, pressing her body against him, feeling his arousal against her heated center. "The first time's always the best." She whispered through her smile, slinking her other arm around him, pulling him down to her level.
She began to plant kisses along his neck, working her way up to the pulse point behind his ear. She could feel him growing against her, and for the first time in a long time she found herself to be turned on by it.
"What's you name?" He asked, trying to stifle back a moan when he felt her press her pelvis into him, teasing his rock hard arousal.
"Don't speak," she mumbled against his neck, turning her attention to his lips.
He was reluctant at first, this didn't feel right. Even for him. But she was too damn sexy and he couldn't say no to those ruby red lips. She tasted so fucking good, her tongue dancing with his. Both not being able to get enough of each other.
"Are you horny, baby?" She moaned into his lips, beginning to walk backwards with him to the bed. The moans were usually just an act, something she had become a master of, but not this time. For once she was just as horny as the man paying to be with her, and something about that disgusted her. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this job.
He didn't reply to her, instead he let his primal side take over. He effortlessly picked the petite brunette up from the floor, her legs instantaneously wrapping around his, pulling him closer to her.
"Oh, so you are horny?" She huskily laughed, grabbing at his short, buzzed hair and pulling him to her lips.
"Don't speak." He quoted, feeling her smile against his lips. He slammed her against the wall, not caring about the amount of impact he had used. This might be his first time with a stripper, but he was planning on showing the nameless beauty before him what he was famous for.
She let out a moan from deep within her once she felt his hands snake their way up her shirt. Massaging the silky smooth skin that welcomed him. He squeezed a perfectly sculpted nipple, and she instantly arched her body into his, this time, she not being the only one to let out a hungry moan.
"Are you ready, pretty girl?"
--X--
Each thrust into her becoming harder and deeper than the last, each moan becoming louder than the last. Her body meeting his every thrust with just as much want and need, and never had Lucas Scott felt the way he was feeling right now.
He wanted to finish her before he did, but she had expressed to him twice already that it was part of her job to make him come for her first. He wouldn't have it.
"C-come for mmm... me." He instructed, he begged, for the third time in the last hour. Each thrust into her threatening him to be the last, all muscles in him clenching for the ultimate finish.
"No." She moaned, her walls clenching around him each time he thrust deeper into her. Each one going further than the last. Each one hitting places within herself that had never been explored before. Just when she thought he couldn't possibly go any further, he did.
It was like hitting dynamite for Lucas. The sexy brunette before him seemed to melt into him, her moans becoming like a sweet melody that emptied everything he had into her. Her lips were still laced with the burgundy colored lip stick, only this time her perfect white teeth were clenched down. Trying to fight back the erotic sounds that were escaping.
Lucas was reluctant to pull out of her depths, but when they had both caught their breath, there was no longer an excuse to stay within her. No matter how badly he wanted to.
"Why exactly are you at a place like this?" Brooke asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed them. She snickered when she saw him shrug his shoulders, and she then began to pull herself out of the bed, and begin the task of dressing herself for her next costumer.
"Where are you going?" Lucas asked, slightly confused.
"This isn't a sleep over, baby doll." Brooke grunted, sliding her perfectly toned legs into her barely shorts.
"I'll buy you out for the night." Lucas offered, getting up from the bed and handing her the dark red laced halter top she had been wearing earlier.
"Sorry, honey." She smiled, not even looking at him, instead gently patting him on the chest, before beginning the task of putting her top on.
"Can I at least have your number?" He wasn't sure why he asked. He had heard and seen enough movies to know that strippers weren't exactly the key ingredient to a relationship, or even a reoccurring lay.
"Listen," Brooke sighed, finally turning her attention back to him. "I had a lot of fun, I really did." She smiled, not being able to help it when she looked at the small smile that was on his face.
"But?"
"But," she shook her head, looking down to fasten the last clasp on her outfit, "This is my job. And you're a really nice guy and all, but you don't want to get into something with me, or any of the other girls here." She smiled, making a gesture towards the room next to them, Lucas just noticing the muffled moans that were coming from within it.
"But-"
"Listen, my next shift is in five, and I really need to fix my makeup. Get it?" Brooke cut him off, annoyance beginning to wipe away her previously friendly act.
Lucas didn't reply. He simply pulled out his wallet, throwing a fifty dollar bill onto the bed that they had just spent the last hour on, before turning around and walking out of the room. Leaving Brooke with an emptiness inside that she hadn't felt in years.