Chapter One
"Money Talks, Breyton Walks"
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Pretty terrible title, huh? (Well, as of May 2nd – I might change it later on, but right now it's "Money Talks, Breyton Walks") 'Money Talks' because that's the online "TV Series" the concept came from and follows, then Breyton (Brooke & Peyton) walk (or 'come to life').
Summary: DAN/BROOKE/PEYTON! Dan Scott's the new Mayor of Tree Hill, so has a lot of pull and a LOT of cash (corruptly so, perhaps?) to spend. He's also a fan of that online show "Money Talks." What better way to have some mischievous fun then to replicate that?
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Dan Scott sat in a limousine outside Tree Hill High School.

He sat in the rear seats of the fifteen-foot long limo, the tinted window halfway down with his eyes peering out as he held a glass of wine in his hand.

He had just been elected mayor a few short weeks ago. He had the most power – the biggest pull – of any one in the town. So he could make things happen.

His driver was parked in the bus lane, but none of the local school authorities were going to investigate. They knew it was the mayor's limo.

It was 3:00 and the school bells rang. Just thirty seconds later and a swarm of students came rushing through the front doors.

Dan scanned through the crowd. Who was he looking for? Nathan? Lucas? Haley, even?

"Hey," he called out from his luxurious seat. He'd got who he was hoping for. "Get in."

Everyone that knew Dan Scott knew that he was a creepy, manipulative man. Who he invited – or rather, demanded – into the limo knew that.

Dan opened the door he sat at and shuffled back to the other side of the chairs to let them in.

One body came through the doors. Then another.

"Hello Miss Davis... Miss Sawyer."

Brooke and Peyton reluctantly made their way in and on the seats. Brooke first, then Peyton.

"What do you want?" Peyton fired the question.

"Nothing," he said reassuringly. But both girls knew that was easily a lie. Anything Dan said with assurance could almost never be trusted as that.

"Please, put your bags down," Dan said.

The girls gave each other a quick "Should we?" glance, before looking back at Dan sternly and complying. They didn't have to do what he said, but the sooner they done what he wanted, the sooner he'd let them be on their merry way.

"Mind if we take a drive, girls?"

"To where?" Brooke asked as she crossed her arms.

"Just into town. Drop by the café; Karen can make us a coffee," Dan told them with strange calm and truth. Well, that's how it seemed -- and nothing is as it seems with this man.

"Just town. Nowhere else," Peyton told him.

"Sure," Dan chuckled a bit. Both girls were so tense.

And so they should be. They've learnt never to trust this man, and now he wanted to take them into town? Why?

"Driver: drive," Dan ordered as he pushed the telecom button beside the door handle.

Brooke and Peyton looked at each other again as Dan chuckled again, rather menacingly.

The limo took off, pulled out of the lane and down the road.

"You know that park was for buses, right?" Brooke told Dan assertively.

"You know I'm the Mayor, right?" he answered back with a grin.

"So what do you really want, Dan? Still think Lucas torched your dealership?" Peyton said with a little grin of her own, and Brooke snickered.

That night still haunted Dan. Both girls could see the hurt and anger on the face the second Peyton mocked him with such loose words.

"What about you, Miss Sawyer... still motherless? Daddy still leave you home all year long?"

Peyton's smile turned into a scowl.

"And you," Dan nudged Brooke; "Mom and Dad still off on business trips fucking everyone and anyone just so they can pay the bills?"

"Ooh, tough guy," Brooke said with a roll of her eyes. "At least everyone I know doesn't hate me, asshole."

Amidst the exchange of blunt words, Dan still found the humor in it all. Mostly because of what this whole limo invite was to do.

"You're probably right, there," he shrugged. "At least I've got cash."

Dan pulled some greenback from his pocket and flicked through it.

"You like money, don't you, Brooke?" Dan changed to first-name basis as his left hand crept over and onto Brooke's legs.

"Don't touch me!" Brooke shrieked as he groped her thighs.

"This is a lot of money," Dan said. This was his manipulative side coming in -- both girls knew it right there and then. "Could all be yours."

Brooke and Peyton gave each other another look. This time a more concerned one.

"You're giving it to us?" Peyton asked with a sense of shock.

"Sorta," Dan said after some hesitation of "um-ing" and "ah-ing."

"Well what then?"

"I just want you girls to do a couple things for me."

They didn't like the sound of that. Do a couple things for me? This was Dan Scott they're talking about; the twisted, delusional man, whose sole purpose seems to be to have every single person he ever meets trash-talk him five minutes later.

"What kind of things?" Brooke asked. It was an obvious question -- one that couldn't be avoided.

"It's kind of like.... semi-modelling."

"For who?"

Dan said nothing. He didn't have to reply with words, the smirk on his face said it all.

"No way!" Brooke shrieked again. "We're not modelling for you, you old creep," she backed away from him a bit on the seat.

"Have you girls seen Money Talks?"

Brooke and Peyton shook their heads "no."

"Well, all you have to do is model for a minute, and I'll give you cash."

"We're not modelling for y--"

"How much cash?" Brooke cut Peyton off. She regretted asking that question straight after as her throat gulped.

"Well, since you and Haley are in that apartment by yourselves and she only has that tutoring job, how about..."

Dan filed through the money in his hand. The bundle was thick -- at least an inch.

"$2000 to get started," Dan took that amount out from the bundle. "A thousand each."

Brooke bit down on her lip and looked over to Peyton, who seemed just as nervous and unsure.

"What d'you think?" Brooke whispered.

They could see it in each other's eyes. They could see what the other was thinking.... How their minds were reacting to the offer.

A grand each could really do them the world of good. Peyton didn't have many bills or anything, but a thousand in the bank would always help for after-school life, like college or something. And Brooke, well she had rent she owed Haley, and could always do with more tops, dresses and shoes.

"What would we be modelling?" Peyton asked, staying professional and level-headed.

"Maybe take your tops off.... and your jeans."

"Nuh-uh," Brooke rejected it.

"An extra five hundred each," Dan raised the offer. "Not the whole way, just down to your bra and panties."

Brooke gulped hard. Fifteen hundred dollars. It'd be the easiest, quickest money she ever made. When her parents were high-flying with money she wouldn't even see this much in her account.

"Make it two thousand," Peyton said; butterflies now fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

Brooke gave a nod to show she supported that. $2000, that was the price.

"Okay, two thousand," Dan said, happily obliging.

Both girls looked to one another. This was far from happy times, but two grand was a lot of cash. And only Dan would see this. No matter how much each girl despised him, he wasn't an ugly man, and this whole thing would probably be over before they knew it.

Peyton raised her arm and took her top off, layering it over her bag.

Brooke done the same, then moved to her jeans as Peyton did, while Dan shuffled through the money again.

"Here," he set aside two lots of notes totalling $2000. Brooke froze with her jeans around her knees and sat up to scan through the money he laid out.

There was no way she wasn't going to check if it was all real and not paper or something in the middle of the 100s and 50s.

There wasn't. Brooke may have been barely passing math, but she knew how to count money, and quick. She gave a quick glance to the lot still in Dan's hand. Not even half of it had gone. He was loaded.

Peyton shifted uncomfortably as she sat there in her matching black bra and panties, feeling Dan's eyes look over her.

Brooke now pulled her jeans down and off, crossing her legs and folding her arms across so her hands covered the cleavage only her bra concealed.

"No hiding, Miss Davis."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

Brooke was right: it wasn't. But for $2000, Dan was going to get what he wanted.

"Just uncover yourself and you'll be two grand richer today."

"Just show him what he wants, Brooke," Peyton told her softly as she felt quite ashamed.

They were showing their bodies off for money. A year ago, Brooke would flash herself at every party she possibly could just so the guys would have an image to jerk off to til the next time they saw her, but she was a changed girl now. Brooke Davis had integrity.

Brooke uncrossed her legs and let her arms flop to the side.

"Mmm," Dan smirked as his eyes scattered from perfect body to perfect body.

"Wanna get a bit more comfortable.... five hundred a piece."

"What are we talkin' about?" Peyton asked, a bit flustered with the whole 'half-naked-in-front-of-the-creepy-Mayor' situation, but she still maintained some attitude in her voice.

"Maybe play with yourselves a bit. Just rubbing through the material... nothing more."

Brooke nodded once to Peyton. They would do that.

Immediately, Peyton cupped her bra and breasts. Brooke, on the other hand, went straight to her underwear.

"I'll count the cash later," Dan said gobsmacked as his eyes glued onto what each girl was doing with their hands.

"Show me that camel toe," he groaned a little at Brooke stroked both fingers down the centre of her panties.

From there, his eyes darted back to Peyton and her squished cleavage. But still this wasn't enough for Dan. No way. Things hadn't even started as far as he was concerned.

"What would it take to get you two lovely women naked?" Dan tried some sweet-talk.

It failed, of course. This man was rotten to the core.

He expected some sort of conversation between the pair. This was a big next step, to get completely nude.

"How much you got?" Peyton asked after not a word of communication with Brooke.

"That's irrelevant," Dan said with a chuckle.

"Bullshit, it's not. You've got thousands there," Brooke looked him bitterly in the eyes. "Give us five thousand each and we'll do it."

"No... way..." Dan answered slowly. "That's a bit too steep."

"Four thousand."

"Nope."

"One thousand," Peyton chimed in, and it got an immediate reaction from Dan.... a smile.

"What?! No!" Brooke shrieked. Five hundred dollars each?! That's way too low – especially for how much this bastard had.

"Two thousand each... final offer," Brooke told him. Peyton may have been willing to do it for a grand, but Brooke knew they could get more than that.

Dan looked at her assertively, and Brooke expected another refusal.

"Okay," he accepted with a chuckle. "If you two play around with each other, too."

The girls eyed off one another. Every moment of uncertainty, they looked to each other for some sort of answer.

"That'd be seven thousand dollars between you," Dan made the offer sound all the more delicious.

"Alright," Brooke said with a hazy shrug.

"Strip one another down," Dan set the orders immediately.

Neither girl refused. They just had to do what Dan wanted and they'd leave much, much richer.

Peyton swivelled her back around and let Brooke unclip her bra. This wasn't out of the norm so far. Best friends are almost always this close, and both girls had seen the other's boobs tons of times.

Peyton let her bra drop to her lap, and then unclipped Brooke's and slowly slid it off the side of her body and giving both bras a soft landing on her bag.

"You girls are getting me hard over here," Dan chimed in with an unnecessary statement.

But no matter how 'unnecessary' it was, neither girl was going to dismiss it or shy away from what seemed to be a spectacle invitation. Both their eyes darted to Dan's crotch just as quick and eagerly as the other's.

"Carry on," Dan ordered, shooing them with hand gestures as he grew a satisfied smirk. If things turned out like he thought they would, these two straight girls would tire of one another's own touch and beg to flop out his dick. Only time would tell, though.

Brooke and Peyton brushed and intertwined arms as they reached over one another (obliging to the 'strip one another' demand) and drew the other's panties down around their ankles and off onto the car floor.

Peyton shuffled sideways, her back against the door, as she raised her legs in the air one by one, before resting them on Brooke's lap.

Dan groaned a hint in his throat and his face scrunched somewhat from pure content.

"Yeah?" Peyton whispered with a little tang in her voice, strangely pleased herself that this was pleasing their spectator.

"Miss Davis... if you may," Dan looked at Brooke and then down to Peyton's pussy.

Part of the deal was to feel one another, too. He wanted Brooke to actually touch Peyton down there.

Best friends might talk about sex, feel and talk-up each other's breasts, or even masturbate together, as Brooke and Peyton had done once or twice, but to touch the other? That wasn't really part of being a BFF.

"I don't even touch myself there anymore," Brooke looked over to Dan, speaking weakly.

"Right... and my family loves me," Dan said sarcastically with a roll of the eyes.

As if someone as horny and self-confident as Brooke Davis wouldn't dig those flawless fingers into her flawless pussy.

But the look in Brooke's eyes didn't lie. She actually looked genuinely scared. Dan thought about how she didn't have trouble rubbing herself through the panties before.

"Miss Sawyer: You might have to explain the rules to your friend, here."

"Come on, Brooke," Peyton grabbed Brooke by the wrist. "Just don't think about it, okay."

But touching a girl down there wasn't something you could just imagine away.

"I'm not a lesbian," Brooke said with a croak in her voice. "I'm not.... I'm not," she shook her head as tears swelled up.

"Hey, I know... I know... okay?"

"I'm not... I'm not..." Brooke repeated as a tear streamed down her cheek.

This was an emotional thing for her. And deep inside, Brooke knew why.

"Okay, sweetie... This doesn't mean anything... you hear me?" Peyton wanted Brooke to know it meant nothing.

She held Brooke's wrist in her hand for a good thirty seconds as Brooke hung her head down and tears softly fell onto the leather seats.

"Make it quick, girls," Dan pushed for them to move along.

Who would have thought Brooke Davis would break down like this? Maybe it was just Dan's twisted mind, but he thought these girls would have been all giddy as they tasted every inch of the other's yummy bodies by now.

"I think that's enough," Peyton told Dan. Brooke wasn't ready for this. She didn't want to do this, and Peyton felt bad that she'd pushed her into it by showing an obvious lack of hesitation over Dan's more recent offers.

"Can you just give us the money and drop us of--"

Brooke lunged her hand and head to Peyton's cunt, cutting the blonde off for a second time today.

Her fountain of tears ceased immediately as her mouth suckled over the surface of the pussy beneath her.

Peyton's head thrashed back hard against the car window as Brooke dug what felt like all five fingers into her. She groaned hard as she felt the full force jam deep inside herself.

Maybe it was just the utter unexpectedness and pleasant surprise, maybe it was the finesse tingles of fingers connecting inside her, but something made it the most sensational feeling Peyton could ever recall experiencing.

Forget all those times with Nathan, and no matter how much of an emotional connection she and Jake had when he fucked in as many positions as they could fit in that time on Keith's gone-wrong wedding day, this was the most awesomely breathtaking moment of her sex life.

Peyton felt Brooke's tongue bump over her pussy lips, then dip inside and tickle her clit, then dart in and out in the most harmonious rhythm imaginable, and it was all too much.

She clamped the palms of her hands down hard on Brooke's head and through her hair as she felt herself come to the brink of orgasm before she could even think it.

"I'm gonna come, Brooke," she moaned breathlessly.

Unrelenting, Brooke asserted everything double-speed. She wanted an eruption. Brooke was a dirty girl, and Peyton's cum shower would only make her dirtier.

Dan let out a loud chuckle and "Yeeaaaaaah!" yell.

Brooke and Peyton in the limo: accomplished. Brooke and Peyton stripped down to their bare skin: accomplished. Brooke and Peyton giving and receiving oral together: accomplished.

The pace that this had all escalated made his dick stand all the more tall. Just like Peyton felt a climax coming on before she even knew it, Dan too felt his dick about to fire.

He yanked his mayoral pants down (having not even fitted on a belt or doing up his zip -- a clothing choice he'd made before leaving for the drive out to pick them up; for the sheer reason of being prepared for the situation to be like this) and stroked away as he felt the build-up coming.

"Oooooh-ahhhwww... mm-hmmph!" Peyton moaned and groaned in ecstasy as the climax came seconds away. "BROOOOooooooOOKKKKE!"

Brooke backed out from inside Peyton, opening her mouth for all the sweet cum to squirt into it.

Brooke couldn't stop from chuckling wide-mouthed as shot after shot lathered her tongue and gums.

"Okay, maybe I do like girls," Brooke giggled as watched Peyton's ease off from its extreme pleasure.

"Maybe," Peyton giggled, with her cheeks as red as a tomato. "Oh my God, B Davis... that was so quick," she panted breathlessly.

"And to think I promised myself I wouldn't do that anymore," Brooke shook her head playfully as she licked the outer regions of her lips for any misdirected cum. "I'm like those oral clowns at the show," she giggled some more.

True... she was. The one where you take the toy water gun and fire at the moving clown's open mouth. Only difference was that dick-shaped pistol was an uber-cute pussy, and the clown head was the sexiest women to walk the face of the earth.

"Promised yourself you wouldn't do what?" Peyton asked, catching her breath and wanting Brooke on her again.

"Be with another girl."

You could have knocked Peyton over with a feather before that, and now it was double-fold. Brooke had been holding that little secret out on her.

"Miss Davis," Dan grunted.

"Oh my God," Peyton snickered as Dan stood up, head bent over against the rooftop, with his dick in-hand. "That's huge."

Thrashing her head around to Dan, the dick practically slapping her in the face shot load after load of thick gooey cum.

Brooke giggled some more as it fired and splashed all over her pretty facial features.

"That's a big'un," Peyton laughed.

Brooke swiped the cum off with her fingers, popping it onto her awaiting tongue and moaning with grace and gratitude.

"He may be an asshole, but at his cum tastes great," Peyton amiably mimicked Brooke's raspy voice. "Here," she sat up next to Brooke, grasping her hips tenderly.

She licked and slurped each stringy deposit Dan left there. It was nice to taste a man's cum again, but to be sitting there groping and licking the face of her naked best friend was what got her heart beating.

"Well that got a bit out of hand," Dan chuckled as the atmosphere died down and all Peyton was licking was Brooke's saliva-wet skin. "How much would a quick tug cost me?"

Both girls pounced forward eagerly -- their hands wrapped around his now-limp dick, and their big eyes looking up at him.

"Free of charge," Brooke smirked. "How much for a suck?" she stroked him with diligence, smiling cheekily.

"We should be paying you, ya big dinosaur," Peyton joked all giddily, coining the nickname from... its size.

"No need... just make some noise for me, girls. Money may talk, but all I want to hear is you two lovely ladies," Dan ran each through hand through each girl's hair.

Brooke and Peyton gave one last look to one another before coming together for a warm, tongue-wrestling french kiss, then chugging down on Dan's... "fortune."

End of Chapter One :)