"So what exactly are we doing here, B? And why do we have to wear these disguises?" Serena's blonde locks were tucked under a short black pageboy cut wig, and she was wearing an uncharacteristically plain quilted coat. Blair, on the other hand, was wearing a long blond wig, pulled back into a ponytail, wearing glasses and one of Dorota's ugly wool ponchos. Both glamourous girls were unrecognizable as they walked briskly down Christopher St. with Blair's secret destination in mind.

"I need to do some research," Blair replied, "and maybe get some supplies."

"Supplies?"

"Accoutrements . . . to up the ante. I'm feeling naughty and Gossip Girl does NOT need to know about this."

"Oookay, B. I'm just along for the ride."

A few weeks has passed since Chuck had issued his "Rules of Engagement," which kept Blair on her best behavior. She'd been completely flustered by his latest strategy, and while she had to grit her teeth and smile whenever he tried to provoke her, she'd just smile sweetly at him, biting back her jealousy as he innocently flirted with girls in the hall.

Blair Waldorf always loved being the good girl, and to everyone on the UES she was the epitome of class and pristine virtue.

She secretly thrilled in giving herself over to Chuck Bass, and couldn't help losing her temper just a few times, because she wanted to pay the price. Her private submission to Chuck, the feeling of being desired, looked after, watched, and controlled . . . she gave him her complete trust and surrender in those moments - because Chuck Bass was the only one who really saw her, and the only one she trusted to be in control.

She loved being a "good girl" for Chuck, but Gossip Girl was right - you can't keep a bad girl down for long. Chuck Bass was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

"Ah, here we are." Blair put her hand on the door of an unmarked storefront, and walked inside. Serena stopped and looked around to see where they were. Her gaze fell on a small brass plaque that read "Twisted Pleasures."

"OMG B, what the hell are we doing here? Grooooosss!" Serena called after Blair, who had already advanced inside and simply replied over her shoulder,

"Serena, seriously, since when are YOU the prude between us?"

Chuck sat waiting in his limo for Blair after school. He lit up a joint and watched as students exited the school, his dark eyes scanning for her lithe form and signature headband amongst the crowd. She was usually on time. He sent a quick text.

Where's my good girl? - C

He exhaled and leaned back, waiting for her response. He closed his eyes and let thoughts of the past few weeks dance in his mind: Blair bent over his antique desk, Blair on her knees with her hands behind her back, looking up at him with her gorgeous eyes, wearing nothing but her Manolos and pearls, Blair's tiny wrists tied to his bedpost with his scarf, Blair pouting as she had to use her whole naked body to soap Chuck in the tub.

His body couldn't help but react, he was started to get hard just thinking about her eyes, her lips, her moans, her silken skin, her pliant body, her tongue. . .

His phone beeped with her reply.

Ditched class, Shopping 911 w/S. U ok? - B

He frowned, rubbing himself through his pants.

Want u now. Can pick u up. - C

Busy. Come over later. - B

Chuck's mouth twisted into a pout. He sighed, he didn't like being denied, but figured he might as well rest up and/or do his homework while he had the chance. He told his driver to head home, and fixed himself a drink. A mischievous grin spread across his handsome features. He knocked on the partition and said to his driver,

"Actually, let's head over to Victrola."

Chuck Bass felt like provoking his little angel, and his mind already was plotting how she would "make it up to him" tonight.

Their phones beeped at the same time, while Blair was signing her credit card receipt. Serena was standing next to Blair in her disguise, still shaking her head in disbelief at the items Blair had purchased. She pulled out her phone first and checked the text.

Spotted: The Playboy of the UES auditioning new dancers at Victrola, with Lady B nowhere in sight. We're sure it's just business, and not pleasure, right C? xoxo, Gossip Girl

Attached was a picture of Chuck doing the can-can on the Victrola stage, surrounded by several gorgeous dancers clad only in lingerie, fishnets and heels.

Blair looked at the picture and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Let's go, S."

Serena followed her friend out the door, perplexed at Blair's non-reaction. This was definitely NOT a normal reaction from Blair.

Blair flagged a cab, and Serena jumped in after her.

"Blair? Earth to Blair?"

"What?" Blair's eyes were closed and she was apparently doing some kind of deep breathing exercise.

"Uhhh. . . okay. Did you just see the same picture I saw?"

"What? You mean Chuck?"

"Yes, CHUCK. You look remarkably unconcerned about this."

"Well, it's his club. It's his job to pick the dancers. You know what S, can you just drop me home first, I have a bad headache."

"Sure, no problem, but I still think it's weird how you're acting. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Of course."

Serena stopped asking questions as the cab drove on, but couldn't help being weirded out by Blair's little smirk.

NEXT CHAPTER:

Blair surprises Chuck with a private audition for Victrola, but her real surprise is beyond anything he could ever guess.

****Hey readers! This is my first fanfiction, and I'm really writing it to contribute to the CHAIR SHIPPING nation – and give back to all the writers who keep CHAIR addicts like me from going into total withdrawal since the show is taking its sweet time giving us what we need to see!

I'd love your reviews, to know what you like, this gives me motivation to keep writing!