Disclaimer: not mine because if it is spashley will never have to end.
whoatherre – creepy? Hehe yeah for me though all ash/aiden scenes are a little creepy. Don't get me wrong aiden is hoooot especially without clothes on but spashley is spashley which is way more hotter. Btw what does PMS means? Sorry im a bit slow when it comes to internet idioms.
Anonymous – I write to intrigue
Kiangs – hehe you just have to stick around to find out how I will turn this into a spashley
messhallmaurauder – it's about to get even more hotter.
Typical Friday night. I thought as I leaned back into the plushest chair Ego has to offer, taking a sip on my club soda. Normally I would have a much stronger drink. But not tonight. Tonight, I'm on a prowl. For what? Well truthfully? I'm looking for someone who could be my new flavor of the night, or maybe for the week depending on how well he or she can perform – if you know what I mean. So, here I am, currently surrounded by the hottest, wealthiest and uh not so bright LA Hollywood has to offer, dancing, grinding and almost fucking to the latest beat presented by the club's resident DJ patiently lurking in the shadows of the VIP vicinity, waiting for someone interesting enough to pique my already bored countenance.
I scanned the mass of bodies pulsating in front of me. All of them were from the prestigious secondary school in the area, King High and as privilege as they are, they still continue to uphold the knowledge that wherever they are, in or outside the campus, there's still a need to acknowledge a much higher power than themselves, namely yours truly. Yes I am the Queenbee of the elites and the not so selected few of King High, the control I have over this simpletons – alright so they are people too I know, can become overwhelming to others but the fact of the matter is that I craved, I lived for the power, I've always wanted the control that money and a devious mind has to offer. And lucky for me, I have both…….and so much more. And unfortunately for those who's not….well me, is that they lack all the necessary attributes and qualities to make it as far as I have gotten myself into. It have not always been easy for me though, there are a few times where I had to sacrifice myself in order to get what I want. Success waits for no one, I always say. And it's true you've got to make an effort depending on how much farther you want to go. And those smart enough to realize that I can snap them with a mere flick of my porcelain risk, flocked by my side, tolerating the constant bitching and endless humiliation while just waiting for their turn to experience first hand, albeit for a short time, how you can lose yourself in the gravity of one, Ashley Davies. I snort at that. Yes, I admit, at such a young and tender age of 16, I had managed to acquire a taste of what both sexes and various ethnicities have to offer. And frankly? No matter how much booty I get, my lifestyle, the constant partying and ending up with different guy or girl or probably both in the same night doesn't get old. And those power craving bastards and bitches all at one point thought that they could change me, for the better or worse depending on your point of view, all and everyone of them failed. I don't have anything to change. I like myself as it is. The cold, conniving, collected, and manipulative bitch that I had molded and perfected ever since I reached puberty and learned how to dangle my sexuality to get anything I had ever wanted. So far, I haven't met anyone who can easily fluster me.
No one.
And I plan for it to stay that way.
"Another drink for your thoughts?"
I look up to the smirking and teasing face of my messy black haired cousin.
"Well, well. This is a surprise." I said with a smirk of my own as she leaned a bit towards me and put a kiss on my cheek, offered me a another drink and plopped her whole relaxed body on the chair besides me.
"What? Me on Ego?" She replied looking at my direction with an almost scandalized look on her face. As far as I know, not a night goes by that she hasn't shown her face in the club.
"Of course not, silly." I smile at her raised eyebrows. "I meant that you're somewhat lacking your usual who – company for the night" I said as I motioned to her hardly ever empty side. Shane McCutcheon rarely if not ever made an appearance without her own flock of admirers, who would blame them really? Shane had a certain air of mystery around her and you can't help but feel mystified and drawn as you lost yourself in those soulful, green eyes of hers. Shane was one of those people who I let myself trust for the sole reason that she is easily my softer yet still ruthless when provoked counterpart. And of course, being her cousin and closest friend for the past ten years intend to do just that.. And if I'm forced to admit. I kinda admired her. Pulling herself away from the money, our family's money because she is tired of fooling herself that penises doesn't turn her off and living her life in a more 'Shane' and simpler way. Simple, in the sense of still having the glitz and the glamour but lacking the constant responsibilities that our overbearing and expectant parents had constantly pushed down on us. She had outed herself on her senior year on King High (wherein I was still on my sophomore year), with her history teacher, Cherrie Jaffe, which I recall was a very sexy woman for her age and with two kids of her own, and in the process of following her heart, her disappointed and humiliated parents were prompted by the discriminating society to disown their dyke daughter. And Cherrie? Well let's just say that while Shane never did looked back, Cherrie is a different story. According to her having the best orgasm she had ever have in her life was a momentary lapse of judgment. Ok so maybe I had thrown the best orgasm in it but she did a few apologies, cried a few tears and denied processing that she was infact attracted to a girl. Then voila, society gladly accepted one of their own. I guess birds of the same flock does stay together. It was the best thing that ever happened to her, Shane had once said to me, of course she uttered this in a state of drunkenness she had put herself in and she was still filled with spite against the unfairness of her world but still I often wonder if it's true. If she had ever regretted the moment she accepted who she really is and stood up for it. She had become a well know, sought after underground hairstylist in the span of 3 months away from home. Not bad right? But that alone won't get her the first class service she's accustomed to, that came when she had become considered as the most inconspicuous drug dealer in LA. I should know, I am one of her best customers.
"Yeah well,the night's still young and to tell you the truth, I'm really not in the mood."
"Shane McCutcheon. The Shane McCutcheon, not in the mood for casual no string attached sexual escapades? Who are you and what the hell have you done to my sex round the clock cousin?"
"Alright, don't be so melodramatic cuz, and really did you have to make it sound so whorish?" She rolled her eyes at me. "You want the truth... I just... felt like, like I've already done pretty much everything here, and when I say everything, I meant almost everyone." Well, she has a point there, Shane does get around. "No one excites me anymore."
I raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow at her. "That's bull and you know it. Incase you haven't looked around yet, this club is full of pulsating bodies just waiting for the right persuasion to come."
"I don't know Ash, I mean, don't you just get tired--" she stopped midsentence as she noticed my shell shocked appearance. "Never mind, just drop it, alright?"
"Gladly, you're beginning to weird me out. Don't go become all dramatic and soulful on me Shane. It doesn't become you nor does it become me for that matter." I said, a frown still on my face as I chance a glance at Shane's still obviously miserable profile.
"Alright" I said, currently thinking of what could possibly change the somber mood that had befallen us. "Have you seen the new DJ yet? She's hot." What? I'm in a club filled with beautiful people. Sue me if I'm thinking like a hormone filled teen.
"Give it up Ash, she's way out of your league." A hoarse voice interrupted my current leering at the swaying latina.
"Excuse me?!" I spun quickly as I once again face Shane. Fuck, she's starting to pissed me off. "Out of my league my ass. Did you happen to crack your head on the way here and managed to forget who you're fucking talking to Shane? I could have anyone here. Anyone I want. Who the hell are you to imply--"
"Whoa, slow down there princess. I didn't mean it like that."
I rolled my eyes at her, still a little miffed and alright curious too as to why Shane comment on something so random and unexpected. Usually Shane just let me have my fun, always letting me have my pick first before putting her two cents in it. But not like this, she never contradicted me, no second hand interrogations, she just sat there, let me choose whoever I want for the night and let me on my merry freaking way.
"Uh because Carmen de la Pica Morales is not into the whole one night stand nor is she into a one fuck time." She paused almost as if the next words she'll utter was the hardest ones she'd ever give. "She's one of those people who wants a--"
"What Shane?" I asked disgruntled at how weird the messy haired girl is acting. What the hell is wrong with her tonight?
"--a relationship." Came out as a strangled whisper and it's a miracle that I even heard her at all amidst all the commotion caused by the heated population occupying the club.
Realization dawned on me as I, for the second time that night looked at Shane with my mouth hanging open shell shocked and beyond surprise. "You already did her, didn't you?" I accused "The sex must have pretty amazing for her to get under your skin for such a short period of time" I smirked, not noticing her sad expression. "God, Shane, she's been here for like what? 2 or 3 days ago? And you already had your wicked way with her? Fuck, you give a new meaning to 'work fast pleasure will sure to come'. Damn 'cuz--"
"Don't" She interrupted me in a harsh and clipped tone of voice. Her tone alone and not the word she uttered forced me to stopped and finally take a long look at her. "Don't speak of her like that Ash. You don't have to speak of her as just a common fuck."
Flabbergasted. There's no other word to describe how I'm feeling right now. I'm way too stunned to even utter even something.
"She's not just another lay."
"Fucking God!." Aah there it was, my coherency had finally return. "Fuck." Ok, so I can't really get past my initial shock on her latest statement. But fuck me. This wasn't supposed to happen. Feeling protective for someone you just met for 3 days is not on Shane's ten year plan. I could have sworn she and I would have never settled down. Forever young. Forever having fun. But I assume, that was quickly thrown out the window as soon as the Latina spread more than her fucking legs for Shane. I stared at her looking as lost as I am confused at the new turn of events. "Shane, Shane look at me." I leaned a bit towards her and guided her face across mine. "This… whatever it is you think your feeling, got to stop. It's not worth it. It's not worth the pain. Can you seriously think that your heart can handle another Cherrie Jaffe?"
"This is not the same."
"It's exactly the same! God, don't you fucking do this Shane! You've once told me that love's a bitch and you'd rather have fun than feeling anything other than lust for another person." I can see the indecision filling her eyes.
Damn it. I'm too late.
She's too far gone.
"Uhm… Am I interrupting something?" I got so lost in the seriousness of our conversation that I haven't heard anyone stepping close onto us. There stood in all her glory was Carmen de la Pica Morales. Well, atleast she's freaking hot. If someone's going to go after Shane, then it better be someone whose looks complimented hers. I carefully sought Shane's reaction on the unexpected interruption and instead of the annoyed look that not so often grazed Shane's face whenever a fuck worthy piece of ass foolishly come between our nightly bonding talks, a softer, gentler smile appeared on her face.
Fuck, that could only mean one thing. My suspicion was regretfully turning out to be somehow truthful.
"Son of a bitch." I mumbled but apparently louder than I had intended it to since the two women who were obviously busy having eye sex in their own little world instantly take their eyes off each other and turned to stare at me.
Shane actually flushed as she knows me too well. She knew what I was exactly thinking, what direction my mind is taking me armed with this newfound information.
"Umm Ash, this is Carmen, Carmen this is Ashley, my cousin." Shane looked at me, silently pleading for me to keep my mouth shut.
"Hey Ashley, it's nice to meet you." Carmen said as she tentatively smiled at my still tensioned and hardened face.
"Yeah." I guess, normally, people would reply an almost obligatory 'me too' but I thought we had established earlier that I am not one to follow the prepared and bored normality. "Not likely." I sneered at her and leaned to whisper to Shane. "You better know what you're fucking doing here Shane." I take another look at Carmen's confused and mildly irritated face and turned to leave.
The implications of the sudden gush of emotions in the VIP area was suffocating me.
It has been an hour since I left Shane and Carmen, still feeling pissed off at Shane's inconsistencies and Carmen's alluring beauty that had somehow turned her apathetic cousin into this smiling, infatuated dolt.
Since then, I had my eye on this beautiful, gorgeous even, blond bombshell having her way in the middle of the dance floor. She must have felt someone eyes on her, mine in particular because I swear she looked straight at my direction and her eyes fully stopping into mine. Blues. Let me tell you, I could have bet half my assets off that she have a pair of soft baby blue eyes. Yes, even though we're like 3 feet away and the club's a little dark, I could still see her eyes clearly.
Instead of joining her and just dancing the night away. I merely stood by the bar, contended to just enjoy the view. And boy, did she know how to put on a great show as she threw her hands up in the air and continued dancing sensually with the music.
Better than Li-i-i-i-i-fe
turning away ,
makes it alright ,
not looking
its out of sight,
blinded by a dream
looking so real,
seeing a sign, makes me wana feel...
Better than life
better than life
feelin alright,
better than life
seeing what might,
better than life
its only a picture
better than life
i know its so still
better than life
feeling alright,
better than life
seeing what might
It seems though that I was not the only one who noticed her as one of the guys, I don't remember who exactly had the gall to slide in on her personal space and let his greasy (what? I'm pissed off) hands roamed her waist. She turned her back to his front and continued to hold my aze. And the worst part of it all was that she's letting him. I was disappointed sure, but I admit I was curious on how she would played this one out. I raised an eyebrow at her direction and a smirk was send immediately back into me, almost daring me to make the first move as she further grind her ass on the guy's lower region.
I was tempted to looked away and just find someone else. Hey, if she wanted a lazy fuck instead of me, then it's her prerogative, right? But, alas, I can't seem to take my eyes off her as she continued their somewhat sexual foreplay. I shook my head in disgust? Or jealousy? No I'm pretty sure it's disgust over their too much public display of affection. I took one last look at the blonde and whoever the fuck she's dancing with and promptly left the bar, the sight of the two strangers unknowingly irritating the hell out of me.
I walked up to the upper part of the club where only a couple of sofas had taken residence. It was made into a sorta 'do whatever you want' room, perfect for the club occupant's discreet activities and lucky for me, I managed to snagged it first. The unique thing about this room (if you can even call it that) was that it was surrounded by this metal ledges that connects with each other forming railings all around the room making it easy to overlook all the activities happening downstairs.
I took out my silver cross pendant - uncork the lower part of it and take a few careful snorts. Aaah I sighed as I leaned into the numerous ledges behind me, trying to calm and compose myself, feeling the overcoming euphoria only coke can give me.
My solitude however was quickly broken and intruded upon.
I felt her eyes on my profile even before I even turned around and looked at her. I don't know how exactly, but I did.
"That looks… enjoyable." I heard her say but as stubborn as I am, I still refuse to look at her direction and tucked my pendant to its rightful place.
To say I was surprised when a hand suddenly forced me around was an understatement. I was astounded, shocked and there's probably not enough words in the dictionary to even describe how I felt at this very moment. No one and I mean NO ONE ever had the gall to touch me without my permission and yet this girl, the blue eyed girl, suddenly grew a pair of balls and what surprises me more is that I just let it happen, I was surprised beyond belief but I was not irritated nor annoyed at her boldness.
I snapped out of my daze as I once again tried to regain control. I gently pushed her back, our eyes never breaking their contact, blue against brown, my hand still on her shoulder, as I took a step forward and keep pushing her gently only ending it when she finally hit the ledge on the other side.
I didn't know who made the first move but all of a sudden my lips were being attacked by the most inviting lips I have ever tasted in my life. Hmmm. I moaned as I felt a hand cupping my Vera Wang cladded breast. Well, well, well she didn't waste any time now, did she my still unexposed breast as our tongue continued its war for dominance. She pulled away as she become aware of the serious lack of air and I trailed small kisses on her neck. She titled it for me to gain a better access and I gladly took the invitation as my lips continued it's way exploring, sucking every inch of skin of her creamy smooth neck while my hands are busy roaming the expanse of her back. Then I let my hands slide down just barely touching the side of her breast, sending shivers of excitement through her body, our hips grinding forcefully against each other. I'm pretty sure I will have some bruises in the morning but damn the pleasure was beyond anything I had ever felt before.
She's trying to push me back. I can feel it, but not really because she wants to stop. No, she's pushing me away, likely because she wants to dominate the situation and fuck if I let that happen. I growled as she once again attempted to flip our positions. I took her lips by surprise, biting her as hard as I allow myself to. I felt, rather than heard her yelp as I did so. Slamming my hips onto hers as she arched her body into mine, pulling her as close as possible.
I guided her hand under my skirt as I continue to show her what I need for her to do and dear fucking God, did she did it. I nearly buckled my knees as two fingers immediately pushed inside me, my underwear not even removed but merely set aside.. I released her lips as I let out a loud moan as I stared at her baby blues, now darkened with passion, with my own half lidded eyes. I took my own hand and tried to grant her the same pleasure as she was giving me. I wish I can say I was as successful as she is, but I was not.
She used my current state of pleasure in order to weaken my resolve and immediately flip me around, so that now, I was the one cushioned between her body and the ledge and I can't do a fucking thing about it but scream as she almost violently pushed her 2 fingers as far as it could go, almost simultaneously as my back hit the ledge. I saw her smirk at my reaction but I didn't care I was busy chasing my impending release. Few more thrust and a curl of her fingers did it to me as I leaned further back into the ledge for that much needed support as she gently retracted her fingers out of my heat. I groaned at the friction but said nothing as I was mesmerized at the sight of her licking that very same fingers that just gave me the, if possible, best orgasm I have ever had.
"Next time, it's going to be my turn." Was all she whispered to me as she gave me a peck on the cheek and turned to leave. I can only look at her retreating back, with my hair slightly tousled, lips bruised, looked like I was totally ravaged which I supposed I was and some of my juices still flowing down my legs.
And the only question that was miraculously stirred in my mind was…
….who the hell was that?