SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA

So it's the weekend, and that means it's writing time. Surprisingly for the first time in about a million decades I'm actually doing something, but that won't really stop me from writing, I was hoping to get 7.04 done by Sunday, but I am doubting that is going to happen, which is also good, cause I don't want to rush it. But anyway I love this Gen 4 even when not many other acknowledge, but the fact that all you wonderful people do makes me smile :) The new chapters for this story are quickly increasing in the amount of hits, so let's just hope this rate keeps up, Chapter 4!

"What do you reckon?" asked Sam, tugging on her dress, "Looks good."

Claire looked over, "Oh, I suppose, do you need to be well dressed to get in."
Sam shrugged, "Generally people go for the sort of smart-casual look, that's what he said."
"That's what who said?" asked Claire.

Sam ignored the question, "The good thing is we don't have to wait in line, we get straight in.," she said with a grin.

Claire looked up at the building, "What does OXZ stand for anyway?"

Sam swallowed, "Sex and music, mainly music, and pretty colours that do wonders when you're high, that's why there's always high class live bands playing. It's a club for tycoons."
Claire frowned, "How does OXZ stand for Sex and music."
Sam looked over, "Because you'd get a completely different demographic if it was called the S&M"
Claire raised her eyebrows, "Right, then how we getting in?" asked Claire.

Sam smirked and looked at Claire, "Cause we know someone on the inside."

Claire paused and then ran up to Sam, "Aren't all clubs in the city high class."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Ok this one is double high class, look I come here all the time, and it beats those shitty suburban ones any day."

Sam went up and tapped a security guard on the shoulder. He lowered his sunglasses, "Good evening Ms. O'Keefe, is this one with you?" he asked pointing to Claire.

"Oh yeah, she is also an associate of Mr. Llewellyn's, we are doing some special work together." She said with a wink.

He nodded, "Very well, enjoy your evening ladies." He motioned them inside.

Claire looked at Sam, "The security guards know you?"
"Yeah, how else do you think I'd get in? I'm come here so often, I've got special clearances."
Claire was on the tipping point of shouting now which was odd for her, but she was beyond lost, "By who?"

"You'll see!" said Sam as she walked on in.

The inside of the club was a huge opened space cube. The walls were patterned with a mixture of Orange, Silver and Black Squares, and colours burst off the stage, as a heavy techno trio ripped out melodic riffs.

Claire stared up at the ceiling, which was about 50 feet high, as Sam was texting on her phone.

Claire looked down, "Who are you texting?" she chimed.

Sam leaned in, "Our associate," she slid her phone back into her bra, "Come on, to the bar, we're meeting him there."

Sam began to order her drink at the bar, "Hi Rodriguez!" she said chirpily.

"Good to see you, Sam! What will it be?" he asked.

"What was that neon green one we had at the Crusader's event?" she asked, looking at the back.

Rodriguez clicked his fingers, "Firefly Pond."
"What kind of a name is Firefly Pond?" asked Claire.

Sam smiled at Rodriguez, "Don't mind her, she's Irish."
"Hey!"

Rodriguez laughed, "I had a mate of mine who was Irish, he gave good head!"
Claire sighed, "Spectacular, God bless the Irish, we give fucking good head."

Sam rolled her eyes, "What do you want?"
Claire shook her head, "I don't feel like drinking?"
Sam frowned, "What? Sorry Rodriguez, get my drink, I'll come back to you." She turned back to Claire, "What's wrong Claire?"
She shook her head at the floor, "I dunno, I'm just feeling really bad recently, and I don't know why, I really should say more."
"Well, whatever it is, just say it, go on." Sam said nudging Claire.

Claire took a heavy breath shaking and looked up at Sam.

Claire shut her eyes as she tried to force the words out of her throat, but Sam jumped and screamed.

"Boo," said the voice calmly behind her.

Sam turned around and slapped him across the shoulder, "For fuck's sake Drew, stop fucking doing that."
"Drew?" said Claire surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"He's our associate," smiled Sam.

Drew winked, "Hiya Claire, I'm your associate, I work here."
"You work here?" said Claire rather taken back, "what do you do?"

Drew hesitated, "Well… let's just say I cater to people's needs to ensure that they receive the best possible experience here at the OXZ, that's the formal way of saying it," he turned to Sam, "You didn't say you were bringing Claire, you can't bring the whole group here."
"She was just feeling shit, we both were, and it is just Claire." Said Sam with a shrug.

"Just Claire?" said Drew with his eyebrows raised, he turned to face Claire with a grin, "There is no just Claire; only Magnificent Claire! Isn't that right?"

Claire looked around, "I spose."
"Right Drew, Claire is feeling down, so you can use your 'Special Services'" she indicated with her fingers.

Drew winced, "Are you sure that's best? I mean…"
"Look, I'll pay, there isn't a problem, there's been me and Gemma, and you said…"
"I know what I said," Drew now said with an annoyed face.

"I'm sorry, what are your services?" asked Claire.

Drew tried to look at Claire in the eyes but then looked away. Sam rolled her eyes and looked at her, "You'll find out when you get in, Drew take the money, go do it."

She pushed the two of them away. Drew sighed, "Alright, come on, we'll go to the Silver room." He said as he grabbed Claire's hand and led her through the crowds.

The room was a small one with a wide space and soft Silver cube in the middle, as Drew walked in and closed the door, hanging his jacket up on the rack.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what's going on." Said Claire, now a bit worried.

Drew smiled, "Relax, you'll be fine, Sam's just a bit pushy."
Claire now panted, "Hold on, special services?"
Drew looked at the ground, "Yeah, you'll be fine, it's what I do, and it honestly means nothing, I mean the amount people I've catered…"
"No, it's not that," said Claire shutting her eyes, "It's just I'm…"
"I know, you're gay," said Drew.

Claire opened her eyes in surprise, "What? How did you?"
"I worked it out a while back, when did you work it out?" he asked looking at her.

Claire sat down on the cube, "Well it happened a long time ago, and I didn't understand what was going on, but now it's a bit more of a part of me, and I sort of don't know what to do with myself or what to do with anyone," she said, she looked rather down.

Drew smiled and put his hands on Claire's shoulders, "That's fine, you know what Claire, to me, who you like and love means nothing, because you're still my friend regardless, and I think it's great that you are choosing to be yourself instead of someone else. Now, breathe deep and relax, I know what I'm doing."
Drew got on his knees before Claire as she began to pant, he looked up at her again, "Just think of Gemma, and yeah, I know." He said with a smile.

Claire leaned her head back, as Drew slid off her underwear and placed it on the ground, and then moved his head between her legs.

Claire closed her eyes, and then felt a wild rush flow through her, "Oh fuck," she said rapidly. Her panting increased as she grabbed her legs tightly, she felt her whole body tingle as the rapid sensation began to sweep her body, and took more and more control of her.

"Oh shit," she said, "I can't, ah…" but she lost herself in the flow, and soon she couldn't control herself as her whole body trembled and released.

She lay back across the silver cube, with her legs still spread and she was breathing rather fast.

Drew got up off his knees and walked over to the station by the side, pouring himself a cup of water from the tap, and downing it with a blank face.

Claire sat up and looked at him.

He swallowed the water and nodded to the station, "You can come over here, if you want to clean up a bit. Feeling better?"

"Yeah," said Claire catching her breath.

"Good," said Drew with a steady nod, as he took another sip of water.

Claire looked him in the eye, "You hated it." She said.

Drew looked over, "I'm sorry?" he asked.

"Who else knows, besides Sam?" she asked.

Drew looked down at the floor and then back up at Claire, "No-one, just you."
"Not even Dean?"

Drew shook his head, "Not even Dean."
"How did all this start?"

Drew smirked, "The biggest shame of my life? There was a party sometime last year, when I was in my… state… the one where I nearly lost myself, and I guess I kind of did. I was at this party, and there was a girl, I just thought she was some random and I was depressed and lost and so as usual at parties I got with her, I had no idea she was in business with David Llewellyn, one of the biggest tycoons in all of Bristol, but his industry wasn't a good one, obviously." He breathed out, "I was reported to have an amazing talent," he motioned towards the silver cube, "which was incredibly hard to find in young attractive males, and I was insisted on signing a business deal with him," his voice got weaker as he spoke, "and it was right after…" his eyes went wide as he tried to finish the sentence, but he shut his eyes and started from a different point, "when you're losing your mind, living in a city apartment all on your own, on the brink of losing it, with no source of income, sometimes you have to pick the dirty options, I just never realized it would grow to become the worst part of my life, a shame that makes me feel like filth around my friends," tears were drawing in his eyes as he looked up at Claire, "cause that's what I am, a fucking teen prostitute, pleasing the rich young teen girls across Britain." He smirked, "Any other guy my age would love that title," he shook his head, "but you don't want that title, it's hell."

Claire put his hand on his arm, "But you are so much better than that, can't you get out of this?"
Drew looked up and frowned, "Where else would I go? I've got nothing left, there is no other way to earn enough money to support myself at this age, besides, it's like the mafia, once you're in, there's no easy way out. Can you imagine it? 17, with no one left who loves you, and nothing to look forward to, no grey sky on the horizon."
"Grey skies?" asked Claire.

"Grey is the prettiest," said Drew.

Claire smiled, "You have a beautiful mind and soul Drew, and you aren't worthless, and I can imagine it, but… there's always hope."
Drew shook his head as he looked up, "One of the most common lies there is, because hope isn't always there, and I am every single bit worthless."
He looked at Claire one last time before walking out of the room.

"Drew!" shouted Claire, but as she walked back out into the club, she looked out among the groups of dancing adults, and he had already mixed in with the crowd.

Claire came up to Sam, "Sam, I need to talk to you."

Sam was dancing away in the crowds, "Too fucking drunk bitch! Get in it!" she screamed, as she danced away in the crowds.

"Sam!" yelled Claire trying to grab on to Sam's jacket, but she beat away towards the front of the club.

"Fuck!" yelled Claire, as she stamped her foot, and walked on out of the club.

Sam was smiling with glee as the night seemed to get more intense, people we're cheering her on, as she began to scull more drinks, and get into more of the dancing, and it became more of a blur.

Her teeth glowed a happy white, as she laughed, and the colours seemed to bounce off her wide-open eyes, as she looked around and everybody smiled and laughed back at her.

Her head said no, but her heart said yes, as she began to leap into the middle of the night.

There was liquid, it was clear and pouring… bright lights, heavy noise… sharp pains in the noise, and a shudder of the brain, as she sniffed up… cute looking guy, funny nose… a lot of grunting, moving about a lot, being against a wall… and then she was out.

Getting to know characters a bit more, this episode is going to set up a couple of things for future episodes. I'm really looking forward to some of the later episodes, because they are really beautiful stories, and each one is emotionally touching in a different way, so that by the finale' we will all feel like we know each character well. Well, that's always been Skins, but I'm really looking forward to it, and there was some nice interaction in that chapter. As always, please review, it means a lot. Say opinions, thoughts, suggestions and PREDICTIONS! I'd love to hear them all, chapter 5 up soon!