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My mind wandered back to the encounter with Samantha just minutes before. It made me think to myself that maybe she's not the badass, bitchy person people make her out to be, or the person she wants the world to believe she is. Maybe life's encounters made her as such. The walls she built around herself. I guess, maybe with time, and the consent of both blondes I might just have the honor of finding out their stories.
And maybe who knows... find myself again.Chapter 7:
My palms, they are sweating. Absolutely damp. It's like the pores on my palms are having a field day excreting as much sweat as humanely possible. The tiny hairs at the back of my neck, the hairs on my hands are all full alert, standing upright as though waiting for the cue to march off to god knows where. Theres beads of perspiration even on my forehead. My eyes diluted, my lips dry, my heart beating really loudly in my is looking to be really really bad. Really really bad I tell you.
Alright let's clue you in. It's New Years eve. My sister and I own a bar, Addiction. I'm sure you remember. (no? well now you do) So our bar is big enough to pass off as a club, bar area, dance floor, open mike area, separate outdoor balcony area, VIP area, and we have a second story. So yes its huge. It's a bar to us though 'cos of the cosy concept we had in mind. Right now though, it looks everything like a club should. Bright lights adorning the walls, streamers, balloons, a lighted bar area, lots and lots and lots of people crowding, dancing so close it doesn't look like dancing anymore. It's about an half an hour to midnight and you just feel the anticipation of starting the New Year bouncing off every single individual in this room.
So you'd probably be asking me, why does all that make me portray all possible signs of nervousness. It doesn't. What makes me nervous is that the Carlin twins are performing tonight. Both of them on one stage. Both sexy as hell. And you probably should remember how I was when one of them was one stage the other time! I was star-struck! Literally!
-flashback-
Then the beat started to slow, her deep blue eyes locked on mine. I sensed a familiarity in those eyes, a certain calmness, a comforting sense of home. Shit! She just pulled open her vest. Damn this girl is killing me. What I find left me aching in the worst place possible, a maroon-red corset hugging her curves, had a plunging neckline that just caused my eyes to be glued to her breasts. I snapped my eyes shut and was lost in thought. Why haven't I seen her before? At all. Or have I?
-end flashback-
Worst is that I can't seem to put a finger on who the hell was on stage. Samantha or Spencer. That question is killing me. Why does it matter you ask me? I don't know! I really don't! But i'm seriously hoping to the heavens that it be Spencer.
"It was Spencer," a familiar voice made itself known, "I was sick that day, had a cold, so definitely Spence," Samantha continued. I look at her dumbfounded.
"Kyla told me about the little trance Spencer put you in, and after seeing us both, I thought you might be eating yourself alive wondering," she says simply. I just breathe out a huff of air.
It has been 6 days since the incident with Samantha, a week since my last encounter with Spencer. I haven't talked to either of them all these while. I've found a million and one reasons to stay at the studio. Even Chelsea found it extremely odd. This because I always made sure to help Kyla out at the bar every day. I like to be an active part of all my projects. I feel crazy.
I know I am absolutely attracted Spencer, she's stunning, who wouldn't be. I know that I feel the whole world stop in her presence. There's nothing worth looking at or paying attention to, but her. I know that I feel things with her. I know so many things. But I also know the most important thing, I know nothing about her and I'm scared. I know I was Captain Obvious at her house, but I didn't even mean to be obvious. I had zero control. Now. Now i'm scared of being vulnerable again. This vulnerability that has poked its head into my life again is welcomed but uninvited at the same time. I don't feel ready.
I say again because I tried being vulnerable before. I tried it. I tried letting someone be my everything, be my world. To say the least, it didn't turn out too well. It kind of sucked actually. This vulnerability is because I can see it, I can just see it. I see Spencer effortlessly being my world. It excites me but scares me all at the same time that I just want to run away from the whole damn situation. I tried so hard to get out of this New Years countdown but Kyla was having none of it. She said and I quote, "Get the stick out of your ass you prude or i'll shove it right up, grow a freaking pair already," I have never seen Kyla so forceful and that really freaked me out. So here I am now. At the bar. Nervous as hell. And now. It's lights dim and hollers can be heard throughout the bar. It's the much awaited countdown special by the Carlin twins. Apparently, the two are a huge hit over at Addiction, I have no doubts about that, what bothers me is how is it that I never noticed.
(Hey there, pause your reading here and listen to Neyo's closer yeah? As soft as possible though... Thank you! (: )
The intro to Neyo's closer plays... I see her leaning against
Closer, closer
Closer, closer
Turn the lights off in this place
And she shines just like a star
The spotlight centres on her face, displaying her natural beauty..
And I swear I know her face
I just don't know who you are
Turn the music up in here
I still hear her loud and clear
Like she's right there in my ear
Telling me that she wants to...
Slowly, painfully she opens her eyes and i'm pretty certain everyone in the room is drawn into the pool of blues. The mascara and eyeliner defining her eyes. Her chest moves, emphasizing on her breathing, and my eyes centre on that subtle movement...
Own me
To control me
Come closer Come closer
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
She has me under a spell alright. Her fingers move in the most simple and magical ways in a snapping motion, she pushes her body off the wall, her eyes fixed on the audience, I swear is staring right at me. She walks hypnotically toward the centre of the stage, takes a firm stance, and spreads her arms wide with confidence as she throws her head back and closes her eyes as though she was absolutely seduced...
And I just can't bring myself away
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I can feel her on my skin
I can taste her on my tongue
She's the sweetest taste I've seen
The more I get, the more I want
Her eyes still close she drags her hands up the length of her body all the while swaying her body gently to the beat, her pink tongue peeks out of her luscious lips, licking its full length, before her finger meets her tongue as she licked the length of her index finger...
She wants to own me
Come closer
She says, "Come closer"
Hey!
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself away
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop
Come closer, come closer
Come closer, come closer
Come closer, come closer
Come closer
She drops herself to the floor in a squatting position, toned thighs moving to the beat of the song. You can almost hear every single breath hitch in the room. Doesn't matter male or female, this girl has gotten everyone in a trance. She stretches one leg out, as the other leg crosses over it, her hands holding her weight above the floor as she moves her hips with the beat. Her eyes now wide open, not leaving anyone safe from the hypnosis that is her eyes...
I just can't stop, no
Said I just can't stop, no
Said I just can't stop, no
Said I just can't stop, no
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself away
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop
Strong arms pushing her backward toward the end of the stage, eyes fixed on the audience. Her long toned legs drag painfully slow across the polished stage floor. Her movements fluid and inviting. She'll have you transfixed the moment you set sights on her. The movement of her arms cause her chest to heave up and down ever so slightly. The shine from the spotlight seems to focus on the small beads of perspiration sliding down her body seductively, almost mocking you as it disappears into her cleavage.
And I just can't pull myself away
Under a spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop, I just can't stop
I just can't stop
Come closer
And she does it her signature move, she lies on her back, mirrors somehow appear, she spreads her legs into a split against the mirror boasting the reflection of her toned thighs. Only this time she stares right at you, her words mouthing the very last lyrics of the song, her index finger motioning toward you, beckoning you... to... come... closer.
And the lights were killed. In that moment. You could feel everyone release a breath. And the air immediately changes as though all that while everyone was holding their breath. And you know in that very instant, you've been privy to a Carlin... no. A Spencer Carlin seduction.
Seconds later the spotlight comes on again, once again shining on a blonde blue-eyed beauty. Only a different blonde this time. This blonde was still stunning, still hot, still hypnotizing but my eyes are a sucker for the blonde before this. This blonde, her moves were firm, confident and had a rough edge to them. Her steps precise and seductive but different. Maybe it was just me.
Wolf whistles are heard and I know why. A pair of hands, the owner unknown, are sliding up and down the torso of the blonde, and her facial expression and body language shows that it is an absolutely heavenly touch. The mystery owner of the magic hands take their time to be known. Her hands and fingers expertly showcasing the blonde's curve, her thighs, her hips, her waist and her bust. Then the mystery person shows themselves and I know why those hands are magic. It's Spencer's.
This showcase, it was more out there. Bolder. As Samantha moved her body to the classic 50 cents' "Candy Shop", Spencer expertly defined Samantha's body movement with her own. The audience were going wild. And why wouldn't they be, a pair of hot twins doing a seductive dance, bodies so close together your mouth goes dry, your mind goes blank, you can't even remember your name.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that the performance was over, that the whole place was now pitch dark. In that pitch darkness, what snapped me from my thoughts was the loud counting down..."10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2..."
I felt something move around me. "1..."
That was when I felt it, soft hands wrapped around my neck, slim body snug between my thighs, and the softest, gentlest most mind blowing kiss I have ever felt... "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
The light comes on, and there she was in all her glory. Smiling the sweetest smile the earth will ever know. Her blue eyes so kind and gentle, so comforting. "Sorry, I just had to do that. Ashley, go on a date with me?" It was then that I saw the nervous girl behind the bold move, the uncertainty behind her eyes. It was then that I saw, that maybe she was just as scared as I am. I felt her hands slowly slip from my neck, her body slowly pulling away, her eyes sad, and her head looking down, shoulders slumped.
A voice in my head told me to just give it a shot. To just go with it, because this could be it. So i tilt her head up gently, looked straight into her shocked eyes. I lean in and kiss her full on the lips, as gently as she did with me. As I pull back slowly, I lean my forehead against hers, "I would love to Spencer, I'd really love to." And she smiled once more, a smile so bright, so dazzling. A smile that I want to be the reason for. A smile that I know I won't get tired of.
-Third POV-
The two finally took a chance. Maybe too quickly for some, maybe not.
What not many saw was another blonde watching from a distance, eyes glazed with unshed tears, mind in a whirlpool of questions, heart wrenched in wonder and soul as lonely as before.
And definitely no one saw, the brunette that looked on with concern. Concern for an unexpected someone. R&R please(:
Hope you like the New Years Special.
