Blair was extricating the contents of the garment bag - beginning with the entire (apparently custom-made) St. Jude's uniform - tailored to Bart's size.
She handed it to Chuck, who held it gingerly.
"God, I totally don't get this, Blair. Really? A naughty schoolboy? That's almost trite. I expected more from Big Bad Bart."
"Just put it on."
"You're kidding." He fixed her with a deadpan glare.
Blair returned the look with an arched brow and her hands on her hips. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Waldorf, I know we're diving into the realms of kinkiness, but my mind is seriously blown here - again - this is my FATHER we're talking about."
"How about this, then?" With a flourish, Blair held up another one of Bart's outfits - that of a basic Constance girls' uniform, complete with tights and Mary Janes.
Chuck staggered for a second - his mind reeling. The hanger holding the St. Jude's uniform clattered to the floor.
"Chuck, are you okay?"
"Just give me a minute." He braced his hand on the wall next to him for support. 'Blair, I've uncovered many of Bart's secrets in my life, and many of them have been . . . unbelievable, but this . . this. . I think my mind has officially be blown. That's it, I give up! I . . I . . I . .this is more than I ever needed to know about my father." Chuck stammers, shaking his head.
SMACK! A swift slap across the face brings his attention round, back to Blair's smiling face. "Bass, get a grip!"
"No no no I cannot believe my father did this." Chuck wouldn't stop shaking his head as he said this, almost angrily. "SHE must have done this to him, to humiliate him or something."
"Maybe, maybe not. But I think you should put it on."
Chuck takes a moment, his eyes focusing on Blair's current outfit, the tight hug of the latex, the slickness, the shininess . . the implications of the material inspiring the direction of his thoughts away from his father.
"I've got an idea, why don't YOU put on the schoolgirl outfit? Although I must say I thoroughly appreciate what you've got on right now."
"Oh, a schoolgirl fantasy, Chuck? Now who's being trite? What would would be the kink in that, hmmm?"
"Touché, ma cherie."
"I'll tell you what. I'll put on the St. Jude's uniform if you put on the Constance Uniform, and then we can have some fun. Then we can see how well we really know each other, who's really paying attention to the other's desires. . . "
"Waldorf, really. . "
"Chuck . . . she's watching."
He looked around, trying to spot the cameras. "So? What, am I being graded on this?"
"I should have known you weren't confident enough in your masculinity to do something like this." Blair challenged.
He scowled in response. "Come closer and you can feel my confidence growing."
Blair doesn't answer. Instead she gets right up in his face and puts both hands on his chest, taking a moment to spread her palms over his warm skin. Giving him a sly look, she turns around in his arms and commands, "Unzip me!"
Chuck feels his throat growing tight as he grasps the top of the zipper, biting his lip as the shiny black latex peels from the back of her neck to reveal the ivory delicacy of her nape.
When she is fully unzipped, Blair walks to the closet, holding the front of the dress to her, leaving her naked back and legs naked to his view, her sky high heels lifting the shape of her calves and ass to absolute perfection. Peeling off the latex dress but clad in a tiny black thong and her stilettos, she takes the St. Jude's uniform and starts to pull on the shirt and the pants, folding up the hem of the pants and rolling up the shirt-sleeves to fit her. She attempts to put on the tie but fumbles with it.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me with this tie?" Blair drops her hands in frustration, placing them on her hips with an expectant and impatient look.
Aroused, amused and confused, Chuck walks over to Blair, who is now sliding the leather belt through the pant loops and straightening up her outfit. She smiles at him but arches her brow as he approaches her thoughtfully, reaching his hands around her neck to draw the fabric of the tie together. Quirking his mouth, he suppresses a smile as he finishes the tie in an impeccable knot, and then dusts off her shoulders.
"Please allow me." He takes the St. Jude's blazer from the hanger and holds it up for Blair to slide her arms into.
Blair buttons the blazer and turns around to face him. "What do you think?" She extends one hand to support her against the wall in an imitation of Chuck in one of his classic poses. "Look at me, I'm Chuck Bass."
He leans over to straighten her collar, murmuring admiringly, "You look hot, Waldorf. Very macho." In truth, he thought she was absolutely adorable.
Blair struts around the room, imitating Chuck's slouching gate, chanting in different inflections, "I'm Chuck Bass. I'M Chuck Bass. Oh, hello, nice to meet you - I'm Chuck BASS. Don't you know who I am? I'm Chuck Bass!"
Chuck couldn't help smiling at her impersonation, even if she was mocking him. "Ha. Very funny. How's it feel to be Chuck Bass?"
She stops and turns one of the club chairs around to face him where he is standing by the open closet. She adopts the Chuck Bass sitting posture - legs crossed, slouched back into the chair. Blair brings her hands together, squinting her eyes to assess him. "I'm not sure yet. I need Blair Waldorf around to help me define my edges. Ahem." She gestures towards the Constance uniform hanging in the closet. "Maybe you're not up for it." Her mouth quirks and head tilts in challenge.
"You don't think I'll do it." Chuck's words sounded vaguely familiar to them both.
She nodded her head in an exact imitation of him, that first night at Victrola. "Oh, I know you won't do it."
Mistress Jane sat at her desk, reviewing case files and photos. She'd been monitoring the interplay between Blair and Chuck with amusement. Blair really was a natural. And Chuck was most certainly his father's son. She watched in amusement as Blair dressed in the boy's school uniform, and negotiated with Chuck to put on the other outfit. Turning up the volume on her monitors, she decided to take a break and watch the show.
Blair had a lot of training yet to do, and Jane intuited that the girl was in desperate need of guidance. The one thing Jane knew for sure was that Blair would not only be a quick study, but that she was tenacious in pursuing her goals, both qualities that would serve her well.
Jane opened her laptop and opened the Blair Waldorf dossier that Bart ordered. Photos, videos, transcripts, test scores, surveillance, etc. of Blair's academic, social and family life portrayed a composite of a perfect UES society girl on the "right track." After meeting her in person, however, Jane observed that beneath the tableau of perfection Blair was a passionate and vulnerable girl who worked tirelessly to maintain an empty projection of herself.
"That's right, Chuck, I mean - Blair. Now just put on those tights and shoes and you'll be perfect. Good girl." Blair's voice drifted in over the intercom, breaking into Jane's thoughts.
Jane looked up at the monitors to see Chuck struggling to put the man-size tights over his legs. Blair was still sitting in the club chair, leaning back, delighted that Chuck had finally surrendered to the dare. Jane burst out into an uncharacteristic giggle, watching Chuck twirl around in the Constance schoolgirl outfit in front of Blair.
"Well, Bla - I mean, Chuck. . " Chuck said, pitching his tone to imitate Blair's high, girlish voice, "What do you think?" He struck a coy pose, putting one fingertip to his lips.
"Little girl, how would you like to take a ride in my limo?" Blair replies, leaning further back in her chair and spreading her legs wide, and patting her khaki-clad thighs, invites Chuck to sit on her lap.
"Chuck, you Basshole! I wouldn't get in that limo with you if you paid me!" Chuck said playfully in his Blair-voice. "Even if you did give me the most intense pleasure I've ever known, 3 orgasms in one hour is certainly not worth the price of my pride! Hmmph!" He flounces away and crosses his arms, pouting at her.
Chuck smiled at Blair's indignant gasp. Jane shook her head, amused, and resumed the research that she was doing to ensure that Bart's deals-in-progress could be honored to protect Chuck and Blair's safety. She turned down the volume on the monitor and left the young couple to their power struggle.
"Waldorf, seriously, where do we go from here?" Chuck asked, plopped unceremoniously down on the other club chair.
Blair leans forward rests her elbows on her knees. "Ask yourself, Chuck, if you were me - what does Blair Waldorf want from Chuck Bass right now. Because I'm pretty sure I know what Chuck Bass wants from Blair Waldorf."
"You think so?" Chuck answers coyly, crossing his tights-clad legs leisurely and tossing back his imaginary hair. "You know, I'm missing a headband. How can I be Blair Waldorf without a headband?"
"Hmmm." Blair gets up and rummages in the closet until she finds a black silk scarf, usually used for a blindfold. Chuck's eyes follow her until she stands directly behind him, slipping the scarf first around his throat. "Hmmmmm. . ." She then slides it over his lips, his eyes, and finally, behind his ears to secure it as a makeshift headband. He catches her hand and pulls it to him, kissing it.
"I would never do that." She murmured.
"Chuck would."
"I'm Chuck right now." She said.
"But I'm Chuck all the time. And I couldn't help myself."
"Teach me how to be you, then, Chuck. What would you say to give me what you know I want? Or what you think I want."
"I'm pretty sure you'd want a soft kiss, right here." He tilted his neck and pointed to the spot on his neck below his ear.
"Mmmm." She breathes in and kisses him there, inhaling the warm skin scent of him.
"And I'm pretty sure you'd want a firm hand grasping the back of your head while I lick your lips."
"Good idea." Her hands slide into the hair at the nape of his neck before leaning forward to brush her lips on his, her tongue lashing out to run across Chuck's lips, forcing them to part.
"As long as we're talking about what you would want at this moment, I think you'd love it if I just slipped my hand under your skirt to gently graze you where you're the most heated."
"HA!" She pulls her hand away.
"C'mon, Waldorf, even if I'm wrong, it's what I would do." Chuck teased gently, parting his legs the tiniest bit and raising a brow. "Because you don't admit what you want. But I know what you need."
"Fine." Blair runs her hands along the muscles of his legs, up his outer thighs, under the schoolgirl skirt. She gasps as she feels the outline of his erection underneath the tights. Her bravado was starting to crack.
"Now what, princess?" He chided her, his shapely lips forming his maddeningly amused smirk. "Are you man enough to do what Chuck Bass would do?"
[ a/n: been a busy birthday wkd! Apologies for the delay in updates, writing time has been crunched lately. More to come shortly, on both stories. ]