BPOV
"No Mom."
"No, I'm not seeing anyone."
Tulip sprayed on her perfume and smiled into her vanity mirror. "No, but I am bitch!"
She got out her picture of Slugger and kissed it before tucking it back in the mirror's edge.
My mother, Rene, was pestering me for the umpteenth time about my fucking love life, or lack there of.
With Valentine's day coming up, it seemed to pique her interest even more.
Stupidest motherfucking holiday ever. That shit was for fucking old married people. Or desperate guys that had nothing better to do than scope out the fucking endless rows of bullshit spewing greeting cards in hopes of getting a piece of pussy.
I loved my mom to death though, even with her annoying obsession with that aspect of my life. She and my dad, Charlie, still live in Washington, in the smallest town in the middle of fucking nowhere. I counted the days down until I turned eighteen so I could move the fuck out of that town. There wasn't shit to do, all the kids were all either stoners or geeks, and nothing ever changed. I had the smell of Forks stuck in my clothes for a year after I moved to Cali.
I was thankful as fuck that I had gotten out when I had. Everyone from my graduating class practically paired off with one another and started setting up house, making babies and scraping it out. It was a fucking 'Children of the Corn' in the making, and because of the lack of sun they were all pale. Thank fuck their eyes didn't change color, or that shit would have been way off the fucked up meter.
That shit was not for me. I refused to play "Little House on the Olympic Peninsula" with my high school boyfriend. Jacob was a nice kid and I liked him alright for a while, enough for him to pop my cherry. But at the end of senior year he started talking about marriage and babies, I told him that I had developed a severe case of Dick-itis and that we were done. I wanted to get the fuck out of there and I wasn't going to get trapped by the Stepford-like shit that was going on.
"Oh, wow. Didn't know Jake had it in him," I responded with as much enthusiasm as I could gather, which was equal to finding a penny on the fucking ground. My mother had just reported that Jacob and his wife Leah we're baking a fourth bun in her obviously over eager oven.
"Yes, mom, maybe you should adopt Jake's kids as your surrogate grandchildren since I'm obviously never going to give you any," I told her seriously.
I rolled my eyes and then crossed them in my bathroom mirror as she droned on. I liked hearing from her, but she never had anything remotely interesting to say. I knew she found it fascinating though, which somehow I found endearing.
She switched the topic to my job.
"Yes, mom. I've told you I've met several celebrities."
"You're also fucking one," Tulip snarled.
"No, I didn't get their autographs."
Though Tulip was proudly displaying the John Hancock she'd gotten from Slugger.
"They're just people mom," I reminded.
She started chiding me for being so blase about who I got to meet.
"Mom, seriously! I'm not having this conversation with you again," I warned lightly. I couldn't count how many fucking times she had swooned and gushed over our clientele.
She backed off with a laugh and wanted to know if I was "really alright" and when I thought I was going to head up north again.
I told her I was just fine, that things were good and that I would make it home as soon as I could, but that I didn't know when that might be.
"Okay baby, you know I love you and that I worry about my little girl," she crooned like I was away at summer camp.
Twenty five mom. Twenty fucking five.
"Love you too mom. Give hugs to dad for me."
**Sexy Silk**
It'd been a week and a half since I had last heard from Edward. The night of the SAG awards as a matter of fact.
Dammit
Had it really been that long?
Tulip nodded and pouted as she marked off the days on her calendar with a Sharpie marker.
I had a quick thought of calling him, but it passed when my stomach growled.
Apparently Tulip wasn't the only part of my body that had a motherfucking attitude.
I called in an order of hot wings at Brennan's and hopped into Coop to go pick them up. Irish pub, turtle racing, live music and a fuck-hawt bar tender.
Tulip glared at me.
Fuck off Tulip. I know what I'm doing.
It was close to ten before I got there, and I sat at the bar like I usually did while I waited for my wings.
The band was playing a cover of Hotel California, and the place was pretty packed for a Thursday night.
I had a shot in front of me when I looked back from checking out the crowd.
Where the hell did that come from?
"Hey, I didn't order this!" I yelled over the music to the Brian Flannigan wannabe. I think his name was Sam.
"It came from that guy over there," he finally responded, pointing him out.
Shit. He was kinda hot. Tall, sandy hair, blue eyes, decent build. He was already on his way over, so at least I knew he wasn't just a fucking pussy and just sending anonymous drinks.
"Hi, I'm Riley."
"Bella. Thanks for the drink," I returned, casually inspecting it.
"You looked like a shooter girl," he gave me a sweet smile and sat down in the stool next to me.
Bang Bang baby
"Depends on the night," I lied. I normally never did shots. I was a simple beer girl.
"Oh yeah? And what kinda night is it?"
Tulip was growling, putting 'Property of Slugger' all over her stuff and glaring at the potential intruder.
"Depends on what the shot is called?" Guys liked to send girls drinks with kinky names to break the ice. The wussier the name of the drink, the more timid the guy was.
Not that I would know or anything.
His eyes sparked. "Straight Hot Damn, because that's the first thing I said when I saw you walk in."
Fuck me. I didn't even know what that was or what it had in it, but it sounded good.
"I appreciate the gesture, but I'm driving."
What the hell are you doing? He's hot and you're single.
"I'll drive you back to your car in the morning," he said, eyeing me like I was something to eat.
Strike one dude. I don't do sleepovers.
Tulip wrote Closed for Business with her Sharpie across a piece a poster board. How she uses a fucking marker I'll never know.
"I only do the walk of shame when it's still dark out," I told him seriously.
He nodded, "I can handle that."
All of a sudden, I felt like a bitch for even considering it, but I didn't know why.
I'm sure I've put out Edward's fire. I'm sure he's hitting up some other eager pussy by now.
Tulip gasped and fainted.
"I'll make you a deal Riley, if I take a sip and like what you've sent me, we can have some fun tonight."
"And if you don't," he quizzed, amused.
"Then I'll say goodnight and good luck to you in your pursuit of pussy."
He smirked. "That's fair. I suppose."
I grinned and raised my glass and took a small sip. It was fucking strong. Must be hundred proof or something, but that's not what threw me.
"What is this?" I asked as a very familiar flavor assaulted my tongue.
"Cinnamon Schnapps," he chuckled.
Of course it is.
God-damned-motherfucking-Hot-Damn.
It reminded me of Edward's mouth and hot cinnamony kisses.
"Here are your wings Bella, sorry they took so long," Stephanie apologized, handing me the bag and leaving again.
"So, what's the verdict?" he asked cockily.
I laughed and shook my head in disbelief.
He had to pick the one drink with a flavor that would remind me of Edward.
Stupid boy.
Stupid it's-just-you-and-your-hand-tonight boy.
"He's got nothing on Slugger!" Tulip snarled and started sharpening her machete, "I can just tell."
That's when the horrifying thought occurred to me.
Goddammit!
Fuckawesome Slugger had Tulip displaying preferential cock treatment and she wasn't going to settle for anything less.
Somehow, in the course of a few weeks, I had become completely dick whipped.
How the hell did that happen?
"Goodnight and good luck Riley," I replied, grabbing my wings and rising off my stool.
He looked completely shocked, but in truth, no one was more shocked than me.
Tulip unlocked the gates and took down her protests signs.
I sat in Coop for a few minutes trying to assess what the hell had just happened, while I started eating my wings.
You turned down a potentially great one night stand, for a dick that hasn't called you in over a week.
Desperate much? A week and a half isn't that long.
Tulip was suffering from mad Slugger withdrawals already, and refused to take substitutions.
"Call Slugger," Tulip pleaded. "I've already learned to use a marker, don't think I can't figure out your phone!"
Shit. Was I really contemplating this? No. Tulip was the one with the Slugger tramp stamp.
Fuck it.
If he could fucking recruit me for a pre SAG shag, than I could use him for a Thursday night dick and ditch.
Besides he owed me. That fucking hickey he left on me was harder than hell to cover up. Alice had to come out to Coop and coat the thing in half a bottle of foundation before it looked faded enough for me to go back into work.
I pulled out my phone and took a cue from Avril and thought what the hell?
Where are you?
Almost ten minutes went by. I figured he either didn't get it or wasn't going to respond, so I went to start up Coop when I heard my phone.
Why? ;)
Enquiring minds want to know. I shot back.
Tulip wants an exclusive with Slugger.
Somewhere. I asked you why...
Fucking ass. He knows very well why.
I'm playing 'Where in the World is Edward Cullen'. Why do you think jackass?
I have no idea. Refresh my fucking memory.
Fine. I'll just let Riley fuck me into oblivion then. Good night.
My phone rang then. I turned up the radio to make it sound like I was still in the bar.
"Riley stop," I giggled into the phone before I answered it. "Hello?" I greeted sounding giddy.
"Bella? Where the fuck are you?"
I faked another laugh. "Oh, I'm at a bar and I'm a little drunk," I whispered. "Riley said he can take me home."
"I swear to fucking god Bella. You better tell me where the fuck you are right now. I'll come get you."
I knew that would work. Amateur.
"Somewhere," I said seriously into the phone, pissed. "You done pulling your bullshit now?"
"Who the fuck is Riley?"
"Some dude that wants to fuck me. Which I am seriously fucking considering now because you're being a dick."
"I'm at Voyeur with a friend," he quickly responded.
Yeah, I'll bet. Friend with fucking benefits is more like it.
"Well, since you've already got a piece of ass for the night. I'm gonna go grab me some dick. See ya around."
Tulip cried and screamed into her pillow and was clutching her picture of Slugger.
"Goddammit Bella, will you shut up for a minute?" he shouted.
I sighed. "Whatever."
"I'm here with Jasper, he wanted to see this place while he was in town."
Oh right. The hot blond friend with the filtering southern drawl.
"Kay. Great for you guys. Have fun trolling for snatch. Course, I'm sure it's brought right to you, considering the Eyes Wide Shut shit that goes on there."
He let an exasperated groan "Bella, just get your ass here."
Stupidest idea of the century.
"So not happening Edward. One: I won't get in. Two: I don't do sloppy seconds, Three-"
"BELLA!" he screamed. "Just stow your fucking excuses and tell the bouncer that your name is Tulip. He'll have instructions."
I rolled my eyes. "We'll see," I said quickly before I hung up.
Tulip squealed like a bitch and ran around her room doing her spastic "I'm-gonna-get-some-dance."
I went home quickly and got on my one shouldered black dress and my silver heels, messed with my hair until it looked somewhat slutty and threw on a few coats of mascara before I headed into WeHo.
I left the Coop with the valet and walked right up to the bouncer, convinced that he was going to laugh me right to the back of the line.
"Damn sweetheart, I wish I could let you in, but we're at max. VIP's and guests only for a while," he said shaking his head.
I smiled at him. I was curious to see if Edward had really said anything to him or if he had just been messing with me on the phone. In which case he owes me gas money, twenty bucks for the valet and his balls for fucking with me.
"Guess telling you my name is Tulip wouldn't speed anything up?"
His eyes widened. "Shit," he muttered, and unclasped the rope and let me through. I heard a line full of people collectively groan and start bitching. "Mr. Cullen told me to give you this and to ask you to wear it until you get back into the VIP room," Bouncer guy whispered. "Quinn will show you where to go."
The "it" was a black mask. It looked like a fucking Mardi Gras mask. I begrudgingly put it on and walked inside.
The music was loud and immediately assaulted my ears.
Don't trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won't trust a ho 'cause the ho won't trust me
I got led through a bunch of dancers and people boozing it up on green leather sofas and black chairs. Soft-core porn pictures littered the walls and there were topless chicks dancing around in glass displays and on the bar. Most of them were wearing the same mask.
And the best is, no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar.
Fucking shit. That's where he got it. Why the fuck did he want me to wear this?
Better than someone recognizing you. Duh!
I finally got to the room and saw Edward and Jasper sitting there relaxing.
"Be..lla?" Edward asked, getting to his feet. I lifted up the mask so I could see him a little better. He was in a pair of dark jeans, a dark green tee and a D&G black leather jacket.
Tulip started drooling. Bitch has it bad for a boy in leather.
"We're you expecting someone else?" I quizzed.
"No," he said swallowing hard. "I.. uh.." he trailed off.
"You'll have to excuse Edward. Apparently he's forgotten how to form complete sentences since you've stepped into the room. I'm Jasper," he introduced.
"Bella," I responded, extending my hand. "Nice to meet you, Jasper."
"And you," he smiled, taking my hand and looking me over. He then looked back to Edward. "You're in so much fucking trouble," he laughed heartily, shook his head and dropped my hand gently.
Edward glared at Jasper and then looked away from us. "I'm just gonna leave you two kids alone. I'll see you tomorrow before I head out? I hope?" Jasper questioned Edward, as he looked back and forth between us.
"Yeah, I'll see you then Jaz," Edward, reassured, downing the last of his drink.
Jasper chuckled and left the room.
"I was taking bets with Jasper whether or not you would show up," he told me taking a few steps in my direction.
"Who won?" I coaxed, walking up to him.
"I did," he answered, drawing me into his arms.
"You sure? I mean I could always go hit up Riley if you'd like to score a fucking c-note off Jasper."
"Don't say shit like that," he said kissing down my jaw and neck.
He was fucking jealous of an almost lay. I wondered just how much.
"Like what?" I goaded. "I was just trying to score you some cash and me some cock."
"You're treading a thin line right now," he warned harshly against my ear.
"I am? Does it bother you when I talk about other men fucking me. I was seconds from letting him bend me over the bar." I turned the knife a little more.
"You liar! I would have stitched myself shut before I let a fucking pinch hitter come in!" Tulip screamed.
He grabbed my arm and led me into the bathroom, picked me up and let me drop onto the counter. His
eyes were a raging fire. Lust and possession commingled with alcohol.
In less than thirty seconds his zipper was undone, my dress was lifted, my panties were destroyed and Slugger was punishing the shit out of Tulip for even considering another peen besides him.
"This is fucking mine," Edward snarled into my ear as he pounded into me.
"I'm the only one that gets to do this to you," he continued roughly, thrusting again.
"That's not your fucking call," I countered, pissed that he would think he could call shots like that.
He growled, grabbed the back of my knee, pulled it around his hip and slammed into me deeper. I moaned and my head fell back and thunked against the mirror.
"No one else can fuck you like this. Tell me that you want my cock." Pound.
God I could barely think let alone repeat what the fuck he was saying. "I want it."
"Only my dick can do this to you," Pound.
"Fucking shit," I panted.
He pulled out and slammed in hard. I cried out through biting my lip and gripped his hair.
"Say it." Slam.
"Only your dick," I sighed, hardly conscious of what I was saying, because I was literately being fucked stupid.
I could have been agreeing to let him drain every last ounce of blood in my body and I would have fucking died happy.
He lifted me off the counter then my legs wrapped instinctively around his hips. My back hit the opposite wall and he continued to thrust. Luckily, the music was vibrating the walls and muffling my "god this is the best fucking sex ever" moans and whimpers.
"Edward," I moaned, when I got close. It was so fucking hot I thought the wallpaper would melt off the wall behind me.
"That's it beautiful," he persuaded, as his motions sped.
"Edward.. yes! Fuck.. Christ!" I screamed, digging my nails into his scalp as I exploded around him.
He grunted and pushed deep inside me before losing himself.
Tulip was on her knees tearfully apologizing to Slugger, blaming everything on me.
When Edward recovered he looked at me. His green eyes sated, the fire slowly receding.
"There. Was that so difficult?" he asked setting me down, but steadying me so I wouldn't fall.
Shit! What the hell had I just agreed to? I just made a one-sided fuck buddy agreement.
Tulip was pissed. She wanted the same rights to Slugger that he had to her. She got out her contact and demanded Slugger sign and date on the dotted line.
"Fuck you Edward! You just made me pledge allegiance to Slugger, when you're free to fuck whoever you want?" I went off, pulling my dress back down.
He thought for a second and flashed a broad smile. "Ask me not to."
"Ask you not to what?"
"Ask me not to fuck anyone else," he grinned cockily back at me in the mirror, while pulling up his jeans.
"Yeah, because that'll work," I scoffed.
Do I really care if he fucks anyone else?
"I do! I don't want any skanky ho's slobber all over my Slugger!" Tulip whined.
"Try me." His smile widened and he arched an eyebrow at me.
"Fine, I don't want you to fuck anyone else," I demanded, halfheartedly.
He shrugged. "Done."
I call bullshit!
I wanted to believe him, but I knew I would have better odds of winning the lotto then him actually meaning it.
I rolled my eyes, "Edward, you can't bullshit a bullshitter. I'm sure you won't be tapping some other snatch tonight, but you can't expect me to believe for one fucking second that Slugger won't be doling it out to the next big titted blonde you come across."
Tulip clutched her heart and her lips started to quiver. "I'm better than any other fucking bitch out there! Slugger would never abandon me like that!"
He scowled at me, his eyes darkening. "Bella, I'm going to say this one fucking time. I don't bullshit anywhere but on a fucking set. I mean what I say and I'm telling you, I'm not interested in fucking anyone else."
I was shell shocked. My bullshit meter was on zero. I didn't have a response for that.
"I told you!" Tulip squealed and shook her head at me. "Slugger has it bad for me," she declared and flipped her hair.
"You asked me not to, so I won't. Simple as that," he added.
This situation seemed anything but simple. That fucking maze at the end of that one Harry Potter movie was less of a mindfuck.
"You could have asked me the same damn thing!" I responded, angry that he had used Slugger to make me say things I normally never would. Even if it was back-scraping-fuck-me-sideways-tear-your-hair out-it-was-so-fucking-amazing sex, I still felt like I had been manipulated.
"Would you stop fucking complaining? Weren't you there? Slugger is a fucking god." Tulip was kicked back, taking a long drag of her smoke while her eyes rolled back in her head.
"That wouldn't have been nearly as much fun though," he informed me, winking and unlocking the bathroom door.
Prick.
A prick that you're now exclusively fucking.
I couldn't help the slight smile that had made its way on to my face at the thought.
"I saw that," he smirked, and ran his finger over my cheek.
I immediately pulled back my smile. "Guess your eyes are wide fucking open then?" I joked.
"Absolutely," he replied, his eyes fixated on mine. He pulled my mask back over my eyes and gave me a kiss goodbye. "I'll see you soon Bella," he whispered into my ear and let me go.
I went to leave, but stopped myself and turned around and went back to him, grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely, molesting his mouth with tongue, catching a hint of cinnamon under the sting of alcohol before pulling myself away. "I hope so," I whispered back, catching a glimpse of his surprised green eyes as I turned and walked away.
Who the fuck just did that?
Tulip smirked. "It wasn't me."
A/N: I've never been to Voyeur and I've heard mixed reviews. If I didn't do it justice my apologies, but like always, this is fiction so I claim sanctuary.
Here is a link to the club: voyeur7969(dot)com
Big thank you to Indie Fic Pimps for pimping out this story and to jamiearkin for the stellar review and the wicked banner she made for it! You all are probably already reading her awesome story The White Swan Lodge, but if you're not you should be!
My recc's for the week: Perfectly Lonely by twilightbyus is a WIP but is already owning me. One word : Chapward
Summary: Bella was content with her single life, that was until she met a moody, bull riding cowboy named Edward
The Cliff by RobstenCuteness is another WIP, but is starting out truly lovely and I'm already hooked.
Summary: This is a love story. It's about thee lifelong friends Bella, Edward and Jacob and how love between two of them can change everything. Lots of sugary lemons, some angsty parts, snark, humor and lots of romance!
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