Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. If I were, the series would have had sex…and a hell of a lot more blood and gore! Also I don't own the names of the clubs or any movie titles or the songs listed in my fanfiction. They belong to whoever they belong to, just know it isn't me. All I own is a craptastic '99 Ford Explorer and enough books to choke a horse.
AN: Special thanks to MaRiaLe B. who recommended this friggin' AWESOME song and video all the way from Peru. She wanted me to incorporate it into Miami at Twilight, and it was terrific, but after watching the video, I decided to make this into a small story. I don't know how many chapters it'll be yet, we'll just have to see, but I guarantee it'll end up being smutterific!
You're Makin' Me High by: Toni Braxon
I'll always think of you Oooh I get so high Cant get my mind off you Oooh I get so high I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me
Inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you
Touching my private parts
With just the thought of you
I cant help but touch myself
That's why I want you so bad
Just one night of
Moonlight, with you there beside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise
You're makin' me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you
Makes me want to get undressed
I wanna be with you
In spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad
All I want is
Moonlights, with you there inside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise, ooh boy
You're makin' me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Lets make a deal you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstasy
Oh darlin you and me
Light my fire
Blow my flame
Take me, take me, take me away
Prologue: Bella POV
I blew out a breath. So far Esme, Rosalie, Alice and Renesmee had found their dream men. Why couldn't I find one? "Next," I said, already feeling down enough.
That was when he came in. The last person on the list…and my heart melted as heat pooled in my center. Suddenly, I was horribly glad I hadn't gone with anyone else, because here he was; my dream, my fantasy…
I was jerked awake by the screeching of a little pixie sized person and I rolled over and groaned. All of us girls had gone out drinking last night and I could tell today would be a shitty day. It was Saturday. One would think I could sleep in…but no, not when Mary Alice Brandon was your roommate.
I let out another groan as she bound in, bright eyed and fucking bushy tailed and bounced on my bed. "Ugh, Alice, please. For the love of all that's holy…"
She giggled. "Come on Bella! Up and at 'em! We're the first ones up! We need to wake the other girls! I think we need a day of beauty!"
I groaned again and covered my head with my pillow. What I needed was to get laid. It had been six months, three days and eighteen hours since I'd last gotten some dick and I was in a crabby mood.
That was the problem. One would think that in a town as large as Washington, DC one would be able to find a decent man. But alas, those thoughts were futile. "Buzz off Ali, let me sleep. There are no decent men out there. Why bother trying to look good for them?"
"There's one out there…for each of us! We just need to find him!"
Another groan and five more minutes of her chirping at me and I was up and in the shower. There were five of us that lived in this big assed house. It had been handed down to Esme by her grandmother or something and she had posted signs around for roommates. Slowly we had trickled in from all walks of life.
I was a reporter for the Post, Rosalie was the top import mechanic in town, Alice was one of the decorators for the White House, Esme was a lawyer with one of the larger firms in town, and Renesmee was the new girl, fresh off the farm from some bumfuck town in North Carolina. She had just graduated from the FBI academy, or whatever it was called, and had gotten a job at the J. Edgar Hoover building. We were all young, single, and depressed. All the men we had met were complete and utter assholes. Lovely.
After the shower, I felt somewhat human and still yawning I trudged down the stairs to the kitchen, where the other ladies were all assembled in various states of dress and consciousness.
"Sup?" Rosalie asked as she ate her bagel.
I made a noncommittal gesture, but Renesmee piped up; "I'm in hell because it's eight o'fucking clock in the morning, Alice woke me out of a dream about this hunky dark-skinned God, I'm hungry, I'm hung over and I'm horny as all get out. Any questions?"
"Coffee," Rosalie said, sliding her cup over to Nessie. Nessie had a gun. The girl was not one to be fucked with and Rose knew it.
"Gracias," Nessie said as she downed the cup down in one. "Ahhh…well…that feels a bit better I guess."
Rosalie and I looked at each other and laughed.
"What is on the agenda Alice?" Esme asked as she sipped on her own cup of coffee.
"Facials and some shopping!" Alice said happily.
Luckily for me I wasn't the only one groaning. We had all gone out and gotten pretty wasted last night in hopes of finding a man at one of the clubs DC had to offer. We all came home empty-handed.
"I swear to God, I think I'm going to become a lesbian," Rosalie muttered. "Will one of you do me?"
Esme and Nessie glanced at each other and shrugged while Alice piped up, "I wanted to talk to you guys about that."
"Alice, I'm not having some wicked mother fucking orgy with you." Nessie told her. "I like cock. Period."
Alice sighed. "Not that. I was thinking about having a bit more…fun than that."
"What's more fun than a group orgy?" I asked sarcastically.
Alice bit her lip. "Um, well…" Uh-oh. It was never good when Alice stumbled for words.
"What?" Our other four voices said at once.
"I was, um, well, thinking about putting an ad in the paper."
"Alice! We can't put a singles ad in the paper! What if some mass murder applies and we go out to dinner with him! What if it's some sexual predator? Use your head!" Nessie snapped at her.
"I've thought about this!" Alice declared. "We do this together. We have a central meeting place and we pre-screen them, kind of like a job interview. And if four of us think the person is good enough, then the fifth one can go out with him.
We all looked at each other and smiled. This sounded like it had the potential to be a great idea.
Alice POV
I knew they'd go for it! Now…what's next on my agenda? Oh, right, the meeting place. "Esme, do you think the firm would let us use one of your conference rooms on Saturdays?"
She shrugged. "I don't see why not. I may be the youngest partner there, but they owe me for being thirty three years old and still single."
We all giggled at that and I rubbed my hands together. This was going to be perfect. Little did they know that I had already placed the ad and had called Esme's office and booked the conference room for the next five Saturdays. Nor did they know that we started meeting men tonight. I thought I would surprise them with that.
I glanced at the clock and said, "We need to jet ladies! Facials and waxes start in an hour!" Grumbles resounded around the room, but everyone was used to me running their lives as affectively as I ran the White House Christmas decorations, so they all downed the rest of their coffee, woofed down their breakfasts and hurried to get dressed.
Two hours later, Bella and I were laying on the side-by-side massage tables as we were both being worked on. "Ahhh…" I said. "This is the life."
"You know, I hate to admit it, but this was an excellent idea Ali."
I grinned. "Of course it was. I thought of it."
She raised her head and looked at me. "Modesty clearly isn't your strong suit, is it?"
I giggled. "Nope."
"Didn't think so…"
We were quiet for a few more moments when I heard Nessie come in. "Hey."
I opened one eye and said, "You aren't supposed to bother us while we're getting massaged."
She shrugged. "I got bored. Esme's getting her toenails polished and Rosalie decided she needed a haircut after our facial and I'm clueless as to what to do. You know I've never had stuff like this done before."
It was sad, but true. Nessie came from a small town in North Carolina, practically right off of the tractor. She had needed a lot of help on learning how to become a lady, but slowly we were bringing her around.
"That's okay," Bella piped up. "We're almost finished and then what's next Alice?"
"Shopping. We each need a few new outfits."
Bella groaned, but Nessie was excited. She had really taken to shopping once I quit letting her see the price tags. I was all for helping my pet project. Besides, she complained less than Bella.
We all finished up and headed for the nearest mall, where I instructed everyone on what to buy. I loved helping my friends! After that, we had a small lunch in the food court and Esme asked what our plans were for tonight.
I spoke up, "Well, I kind of made plans for us tonight."
"What?" Rosalie asked warily.
"Well, I um, kindaalreadyputtheadinthepaperandsomeguysarecomingtoEsme'sofficetonight."
A beat and then, "WHAT?!"
I winced and said, "Well, I knew you guys would all be behind it and I wanted to get the jump on this because I really need to get laid and, well, yeah, that's it."
"When are they coming?" Esme asked.
"The ad said six, so we've got a few hours to get ready…"
They all shot daggers at me, but I think they were a little afraid to say anything. After all, I was small, but I could be a nasty little bitch when I wanted to be.
Esme POV
I sighed as I dressed for the evening. I can't believe Alice did this. Well, actually, yes, I could believe that she would so something like this. I pulled my hair up into a French twist, letting a few loose tendrils hang down and I made my makeup muted.
I was a professional woman. Men needed to understand that while my job would be second to my family eventually, being the youngest partner at our firm also meant I worked the hardest, so that meant a lot of late nights. Most men didn't go for that.
I sighed again and smoothed the salmon colored dress down over my body. Now that was something I was proud of. I watched what I ate meticulously and didn't cave to the crap my paralegals and interns came in with, choosing to bring my lunch with me from home so I was guaranteed that it was not only organic, but also healthy.
A knock sounded on my door and I opened it for Nessie. "Wow, you look great!" She cried.
I looked her over; she had on some skinny jeans and a satin top that wrapped around, ballet flats on her feet. "You do as well!" I told her. She had obviously won the battle against Alice, as her hair was in one long plait down her back, showing off her twenty five year old youthfulness.
"Do you think this will work?" She asked softly as she reclined onto my bed.
Did I? I wasn't sure, but I didn't want her to know that. "Absolutely, you know we never bet against Alice. If she cooked this up then she must be expecting positive results."
Nessie snickered at that.
"What?" I asked, confused.
She shook her head. "That's a joke Jenkins told on Monday. Somebody made a crack at him because he had all of his blood work done, including his annual HIV test and he said, "Yeah, I'm expecting positive results by the end of the week." Jenkins has the driest sense of humor, so to hear that said deadpan, well, we were all cracking up."
I smiled at her, my nerves somewhat calmer. This didn't really matter, did it? I mean, so what if I didn't find someone, I still had plenty of time. I wasn't as young as the other girls, but I still had plenty of years left to find a man…so why was I so anxious about it?
? POV
I approached my friend and said, "Hey, look at this."
He glanced at it, uninterested and yawned. "What?"
I held up the paper and read the article. "Five young Washington businesswomen seeking men for stable, loving relationships. Must have a decent job and the willingness to love us for the wonderful people we are. If interested, please apply in person at," and then I gave him the address.
He just looked at me. "Are you serious?"
I shrugged. "Why not?"
He snorted. "I can't believe you would try that. They probably all look like trolls."
I wrinkled my nose at him. "Nice, really nice attitude."
He shrugged. "What? It's true. The only people that place singles ads are unattractive singles that can't find men because they're too ugly."
He was wrong, and I knew it. Perhaps I needed to prove it to him. "I'm going down there tonight. I'm sick to damned death of not meeting any decent women."
He grinned then. "Oh, I don't know…Maria Espinosa seemed decent. She has been all over you."
"And yet, you were the one that banged her in the closet."
He grinned. "Hey, we never said anything about sloppy seconds. I didn't hesitate to have Lauren after you."
I grimaced, thinking of her. "That was a drunken mistake I made. You were welcome to have her."
He grinned at that. "Well, she was alright, and she's sexy as hell, but she just didn't do it for me."
I let out a grin of my own. "Last I heard she was doing it for Mitchell."
We both grimaced at that. Our boss was a dick of epic proportions.
"More power to him," My friend exclaimed. He glanced at the paper still clutched in my hand. "Are you really going to do that?"
I looked at the paper one more time. I knew my soul mate was out there somewhere. Maybe I would find her here. "Yeah, I am."
Rosalie POV
"Ali, I love you, but I think this whole night is bullshit." I said as I swiped on my mascara.
"Oh come on Rosie…live a little! Maybe you'll find you a nice piece of ass tonight!"
Yeah, right. I knew I was beautiful, of that, I had no doubts. But men were often intimidated by me. Not just because of my looks, but at five feet, eleven inches, finding a man tall enough for me also posed a problem. Add in the fact that I'm rather direct and had the tendency to be a bitch, and finding guys became practically impossible.
"Alice…this is so fucking stupid."
She shot me a look. "Humor me."
I growled, but quickly slid into my sailor pants and halter top. "Fine, but I'm warning you. If I don't find someone to fuck within three weeks I'm going to quit."
"If she's quitting, I'm quitting," Bella piped up as she walked in.
I smiled at her. She looked good in her simple black dress and sandals.
"Nobody is quitting!" Alice said, stomping her foot for effect. She looked like a toddler, even if her bright pink dress showed a dangerous amount of cleavage. "We will do this the whole way through for each other! Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." I deadpanned.
She let out a little growl and stamped out of the room.
I grinned. "I like pissing her off." I told Bella.
Bella smiled at me. "Don't we all?"
Renesmee POV
This is such bullshit! We're never gonna meet decent guys like this! Is Alice insane? I glanced over at her sitting in the passenger seat on our way over to Esme's office. Yeah, the little sprite is slightly insane, but whatever…she's one of my best friends. And she was too. Each one of the women held a special place in my heart.
Esme was kind of like the little mama of our group, and reminded me of my own mom who died a few years back. It was because of her and her meager insurance policy that I was able to come up here and live anyway. It had been just the two of us for years, ever since my daddy ran off with some whore from down at the plant he worked at, and that was just fine with me.
I thought of Rosalie next. She was like, my protector. Even though I was the one with the gun, it seemed like she would do whatever she could to keep me safe. She had been my first friend and we shared a really special kind of bond.
Alice…well, Alice was like a really cool friend that liked to take you shopping and give you makeovers. She was a lot of fun and sometimes got us into trouble. Like that time we almost got arrested because she thought the outfit on the mannequin in the window at Macy's. She informed the security guards that it made the mannequin look fat…well it was a really ugly outfit, even if it had cost nine hundred dollars. Luckily I showed my newly acquired badge and got us out of that.
And then there was Bella. She I felt the closest to. There was some kind of link between us. Almost like we were sisters or something…I wasn't sure what, but there you go. We often had the same ideas, the same thoughts on a subject, it's like we were on the same wavelength or something. It was cool.
We pulled up to Esme's building and I looked over at Alice, who was twisting her hands together.
I grinned and said, "Well, let's do this thing."
She swallowed hard and said, "Will you hate me if this doesn't work?"
I chuckled at that. "Alice, this is your brainchild. Of course it will work. I have the utmost respect for you and your sometimes odd thought processes. If you did this, then I guarantee that at least one of us will end up finding the man of her dreams."
She let out a squeal and threw her arms around my neck. "Thank you! I needed that!"
I sighed as I watched her climb from the car and head over to Rosalie's red BMW. "I just hope I find my tall dark stranger," I said under my breath.
AN2: So…what do you think? Want me to keep going? Who do you think the "question mark" POV was? Should I just scrap this one? Let me know peeps!