Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, Dan Schneider does. But he's doing a pretty good job, so it's okay.
My nerd-goddess (although it wasn't much of a nerdy gimmick, just a girl who kind of looked like an astronaut or possibly a robot) returned to me, and played a different tune in the room. "Ready to see why they picked me?"
What else could I do? I cleared my throat, and tried to find my voice. "You bet." On cue, she approached me once more.
"Unzip me," she commanded, turning her back to me. Cautiously, I pulled the metal tab from the middle of her back, down a short distance to the top of her ass. I lingered there, tracing the bit of waistband exposed. I slowly peeled her arms out of her sleeves, and rolled the entire piece down her ass until it was just a gray puddle of spandex on the ground. She was wearing gray lingerie, just a simple bra with a g-string. She turned to face me.
I admired her in all her glory. "I'm yours tonight, Freddie," she whispered in that soft voice of hers. She said it with such heart and soul, as if we were truly lovers about to commit ourselves to each other.
I just forgot about Carly. I didn't intend to, but I felt such a strong bond to Sammi. I wasn't going to have sex with her, I swear, but I just wanted to get some answers. I picked her up, bridal style, and headed to that door. She pulled a piece of thin plastic out of her cleavage and stuck it in the slot. I entered the new room, looking around. There was a bed with black linen, a few soft light fixtures, and mirrors all around. Another door was ajar, showing a bathroom.
I gently placed Sammi on the bed and she scooted up to the pillows. I sat down in front of her, pulling off my shoes. Unfortunately, my phone buzzed again. "Dammit, I thought I turned this shit off," I grumbled, pulling it out of my pocket.
I was pretty shocked when I saw a picture of Carly being groped by a tan guy in cufflinks and a bow tie from my cousin Amanda. Caption? "Letting loose at the bachey party!" Must have been a group message and that stupid bitch forgot to uncheck my number.
Sammi saw. "Is that her?" her voice quivered at the last word. I nodded. "She's beautiful. Even like that," she joked.
"Thanks," I heartlessly answered, feeling all kinds of betrayal. Sure, it wasn't technically against the rules, but I just didn't see Carly exhibiting that kind of behavior. "But I think we can make a better picture."
Her eyes lit up as she pulled me by the neckline of my shirt. Our noses met, and before I knew it, we were kissing passionately. After a few seconds, our tongues collided. It's like I knew this mouth, like I had been there before. She twisted her lips around mine as her tongue graced the roof of my mouth. I pulled back in awe, recognizing that signature move. I clumsily retreated, gasping and shaking.
"Sam?" I asked, taking on a concerned expression. Her mouth was open slightly, in a cute little "o" shape. A tear slipped out and dripped on her cheek. She caught it with her tongue, and looked at her feet.
"Yes," she barely spoke the word. "You found me. I'm not dead, I'm a stripper."
A/N: A lot of things will be explained in later chapters. Some will, some won't. I'm jamming these puppies out as fast as I can, I want my readers to be happy! So tell your friends! Your enemies! Anyone with a computer! Your reviews make me smile, and apparently I have a pretty smile. If I have a pretty smile, I might get a boyfriend. If I get a boyfriend, I'll write more because I'm happy. Write a review, make me smile, get me a boyfriend, make me happy, I'll write more. It's a cycle where only you win ;3 xo neon-greenshoelaces