SPOV
Wednesday
Stasi and Kate had decided to leave LA early and move into Hunts Point to get settled in and scout out the area. The girls had plans to out tonight, a celebration for Kate's new job at the Seattle Times that she was starting at the start of September. This left the girls three months of summer vacation, enough time where pretty much anything was possible. Stasi had applied for some but she was putting her future career on hold for the foreseeable future – with her fathers allowance and without paying rent she could afford to not be in a work. She simply just wanted to live for a while with no responsibilities and to live in the present. For so long she had been in school, focusing on deadlines for assignments or living under the expectations of being Anastasia Steele but now she was Stasi, the new girl in Seattle.
Their belongings were still on route, only a suitcase of essentials meaning they had to hit the city for some shopping. It was around midday when Stasi broke Kate out of the spell of Drake's pleas.
'Hey, you want to grab some lunch, I'm starving, and we need to get some supplies for the party Friday '
'Sounds like a plan. I'm craving a burger and a shake at 5 Guys-'
Before Kate could finish her thought a black Audi cut Stasi off to which she honked and threw her middle up at the asshole, it being pointless as it had just turned into a garage.
'that guy was prick, anyways' Kate drawled, slightly delirious from being jolted forward 'I was thinking for tonight we could dress up like wear some wigs, make up some characters and be someone else for the night'.
Stas turned to her best friend smiling and replied 'why not, maybe I could turn blonde for tonight maybe get some contacts. Sean should be flying in in two hours, lets surprise him with something- the last I heard he's currently on a 'break' with Jose and I think he's moving onto pussy for his flavour of the month. His words not mine 'she added.
Kate snorted 'typical Sean. Ooh lets try set him up with someone-'
Her enthusiasm was once again cut short as they reached the ordering machine and within seven minutes pulled out with burgers, fries and shakes. The girls had decided to eat in the Bentley, taking advantage of the sun and not really feeling the effort of leaving the plush leather seats.
An hour later the best friends were shoes deep in Neiman Marcus, watermelon pink Louboutin heels on Stasi's feet. She already had a corresponding Balenciaga velvet dress, a platinum blonde wig and brown eye contacts transforming her to Stella Gibbons of New York, a gymnast who was in town visiting family. This lie was well fit, she had done cheerleading before and did help Halle practice, so flexibility was something she was not shy of. Kate had chosen to become a redhead with a sleek bob, fitted in royal blue matching dress to Stasi. It stopped merely four inches below the stomach, exposing their mile long legs. Stasi was slightly curvier and taller than Kate, so the dress ran even shorter and pushing her boobs up-not that she was complaining. The backs were exposed leaving her dragon tattoo on show, her new hair stopping roughly a quarter down, something to leave the wandering eye intrigued.
'Guys c'mon, Stasi get your ass here I've just done Kate's makeup you guys need to match' Sean called.
He simply wore a pair of old Levi's and tight white shirt that clung onto his abs. He was good looking for a guy, easy on the eyes, defined cheekbones that carved dimples when he smiled. With hazel brown eyes, any human got lost in them- he was simply irresistible yet what one would call a whore. His love language was fucking which is why him and Stasi were good friends, not that they had ever slept together. They just simply knew how to have a good time and when you added Kate to the equation it was a guaranteed party. He had matching mahogany hair as Stasi but he kept it long enough for him to run his bands through, letting it slightly curl.
Kates eyes were under and overlined in a dark blue eyeshadow which was going to be copied with Stasi but in a deep pink. Stasi had added a liquid black eyeliner raising her almond eyes in front of the mirror. She had a clutch in her hands filled with keys, condoms, gloss, phone, and credit rushing around last minute running her hands through her hair with the taxi beeping outside. It was already 9pm, with pre drinks running slightly over and with the twenty-minute ride to the city out of the suburbs, the buzz of the margaritas Kate over generously made needed. She kept on to her lime wedge, sucking slightly as she swayed in the back of the cab with her party, Sean and Katie wanting to take pictures for Instagram, spamming encouraging her to pose with the driver at a red light, her heels laying on her chest. Knowing Kate those pictures would be uploaded in the next few minutes and to that she simply chuckled. The car went to a stop and she turned and smiled to her friends before dipping her legs out of taxi. She pushed away with a squeal as Sean spanked her velvet cladded ass, shimmering her dress down and shuffling towards the club, not before reaching down to the driver, bending to the window giving him a kiss on the cheek. Her hand reached down to her chess pressing him two crumpled $20 bills and to finish a wink. As he departed, he gave her a honk as a catcall, and she grabbed Sean's hand to lead her to the front of this line. Katie was working her magic with the bouncer, trying to avoid the line and in her success, she gave away her number and whistled as he opened the door. The rest of the line roared in protest, but the noise was short lived and overpowered with the deep heart racing pulse of the club.
On instinct her hips swayed to beat dragging Kate to the centre of the dancefloor by one hand while Sean opened a tab. She started to grind on her when she made eye contact with a cute brunette who was giving her eyes. She simply smiled, flicked her hair to the side and faced her friend who was giggling at her antics. She grabbed both her hands as they continued to dance in their own bubble which was broken a chorus later by Sean who came in tow with drinks but that wasn't the only thing, he had with him. A pretty blonde was stalking him, giggling dramatically – her pathetic attempts of flirting going unnoticed by her friend. Sean handed her a drink in which she kissed his cheek in thanks, looking directly into the girls eyes and winked her off.
'Oh Sean not your type' Kate breathed
'Katie baby the night is young, I wanna see all my options before I settle for the night' he commented back, raising his brows as he lifted a tequila shot to his lips
'Well I think we should get more drinks and then hit the dancefloor. I didn't squeeze my ass in this dress for nothing tonight' Stasi declared and with that she sauntered over to the bar. She walked into the stand and called for the bartender, her hand hanging out and grabbed the shoulder of the nearest man behind the bar whispering her order over the loud music and sealing it with a kiss. As she pulled back a sense of electricity charged the air when she heard a slight cough and then a deep baritone voice followed
'put the ladies drinks on my tab'
She continued to look on forward, smiled and reached for cash from her chest and pressed it into the bartender's hand before he turned around to reach for the vodka. Still not turning around to look she said thanks, tapping her foot to the beat and only when her drinks were ready did she give in the urge and turned to the generous stranger.
She gasped as intense grey eyes stared back at her, his empty tumbler just leaving his lips, the smell of whiskey radiating off him. She took a step back to study him properly , his nose slightly crooked- maybe from a fight to then his chiselled jaw that was so sharp it could probably cut glass. She then looked up to see he had unruly fucked up copper hair, what was she kidding, with his looks he probably got pussy on the. Daily Not feeling drunk enough, she downed her drink for courage before speaking,
'A Jameson's man' she stated raising her brows and slamming the glass down. She signalled for a refill with a flick of the wrist and then continued 'thanks for the drinks but I can take care for myself'
'My pleasure' he shrugged, 'care to join me for another round' his hand gesturing to the empty seat next to him
'Sorry but I can't leave my friends' she answered.
Stasi did not want her first night in Seattle to end this early. She knew if she said yes, he would be all over him like a rash. That man was simply beautiful, looking around his mid-twenties maybe slightly pushing thirty, his stubble giving him a mature look. With her drink refilled she left the bar and merged in with the moving bodies to find her friends, looking back one last time to see the handsome stranger staring at her ass. She moved it purposely, staring at him eyelevel, manipulating him to look up. Seconds later her silent command was fulfilled as he looked up eyes hooded, and she gave him her signature smirk and turned back laughing to herself.
CPOV
Christian's day was short from pleasant. His employees came to work clueless resulting him in firing eight people from his legal department. As a result, Ros came to him furious, lecturing him for a good thirty minutes before deciding to take a long lunch as she now had to deal with this fallout and hire new applicants. To pile on to his day Elena had been calling non-stop, asking for his interest of a new submissive she had found and when rejected her sale she became insistent. His anger flared to her denial of him not needing her help, that he smashed his phone and broke a desk chair, something that would need to be replaced before the working day started tomorrow. With an assistant like Andrea, it would have been completed within two hours, she being the only sane person he had a conversation with. Olivia, his second assistant was hanging on her last thread with her puppy eyes, if it weren't for her father and his connections, she wouldn't be allowed five feet in Grey House without be escorted out by security. Elena was also close the way she was behaving, trying to undermine him. So, in a desperate attempt to salvage his evening, not feeling the pathetic solitude of despairing alone, he texted Elliot to join him for a drink.
So what if it was Wednesday, every day was the same to him. He could not be touched on his chest and if he was the person responsible was rewarded with his fist to their jaw. He would then go home from a day of doing fixing simple tasks qualified men could not achieve, eat thanks to Gail, work out the anger he accumulated from the day and then got four hours of sleep to be woken up by a nightmare thanks to his biological mother's pimp. He could feel the burn and remember his mothers neglect, simply continuing to drink when he cried, desperately for some comfort.
Those was his thoughts as he downed his fourth bourbon of this night, but these dark memories swiftly disappeared as his atmosphere was invaded by the rich smell of flowers. Christian breathed it in and curious to what had been responsible for this change, he turned his head to fine a slim blonde pressed up against the bar calling for a bartender. She had flowing platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, her body fitted into a deep blue velvet dress. It hugged her curves and defined her body deliciously, with her mile-long legs strapped in matching blue heels. He smirked in thought of chances of those said shoes resting on his shoulders soon, a few hours give or take.
To humour this fantasy, he decided to pay her round, to be a gentleman, hoping one small act of kindness could lead them getting intimate for the night. She murmured a thanks in response and yet still had not revealed her face, so he continued on the conversation. He attempted to make her stay, asking for her company at the bar and only then when she refused, she finally faced him.
His attention from his drink now abandoned, he took in fake six-foot beauty, her shoes giving her the extra few inches. He guessed she was around five foot eight, different from the petite brunettes he was previously supplied. Something different he thought, it was about time he switched things up. Too soon she was leaving and his eyes following her, trailing her tight ass. He felt eyes on him and as he raised his head found hers smirking flipping her hair and disappearing into the crowd. Something red marked her back but the flashing lights made it difficult to see what. Turning back, he downed his drink and ordered another, the burn on his throat refreshing. She screamed feisty and he was down for the challenge. Christian glanced back once more to see she was on the dance floor.
He checked his phone to see Elliot could not make it, but that was fine. He had company for the night, only she just didn't know it yet.
SPOV
Anastasia re-joined her friends and once again grabbed Kate, the alcohol turning her playful and she started to get lost in the music, grinding into her front from behind. In the corner of her eye, she could see Sean busy with a girl and to that she smiled. He was happy that he was having fun. Two songs later Kate had opted out to go the bathroom, and Stasi chose to stay on the dancefloor continuing to get in the groove of the club. As she continued, she felt another spark, only to see those grey eyes. On the inside she smiled, thinking that face was too good to be true and that maybe it was time to make a move. This was her second chance -just to lose self-control and be selfish.
He was standing at the corner of the club and within three steps from the them each, they met, faces merely inches away from each other. They just stood giving each other eyes, that only when the song change did, she decide to make the first move.
'hi' she started and started to move to the beat
'hi back, I'm Christian' the copper-haired man replied
'Stella' she chose, keeping up with her character of the night 'wanna dance'
Instead of verbally replying he grabbed her hips and stepped closer, breathing in her scent and together started to get lost to the beat.
He could really move and that lead to dirty ideas of how he would maybe be in bed. With that now on her mind she began to tease him, really moving leaning back and resting her neck on his shoulder. His response was tightening the grip he had on her , pushing his growing erection into her. He then proceeded to lower his mouth, capturing her lips, entering his tongue and taking over control. It took Stasi a few seconds to register what was happening, waking up from her daze, joining in and deepening the kiss. She spun round to face him, placing her arm around his neck, melting into his body and he cupped her ass and licked the sweat off her neck. She found this embarrassing hot, rubbing her legs showing her excitement. She was effortlessly under his spell – and she saw this as dangerous knowing it was wrong she was willing do little to nothing to keep this rendezvous alive but in this very moment she gave no fucks. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. And often by this man, dam on this very floor. She just knew it had to be soon and as she has decided what she wanted, she acted on it, her desire outweighing her pride
'want to get out of here' she panted
'I live three blocks away' he responded, relived and had to inhaled in a sharp breath as she reached over his jean clad bulge. He led her out of the club, closing both their tabs and rushed out the doors and into the crisp air that the Seattle night provided. She giggled as Christian rushed her along the sidewalk and fished out her phone from her bra telling Kate she had company and that she would be seeing her sometime tomorrow, hopefully with a good story. Before she knew it, she was being instructed in a elevator and stood in the corner as he punched in his penthouse code
'your bossy, I kinda like it 'Anastasia mumbles, her lips puffy and swollen from Christians several attacks
'good I like being bossy' he whispered as he once again invaded her space, teasing her thinking he was going for her lips but instead latched onto her neck, his left hand pressing on the cool wall, trapping her in place while his right hand disappeared under her dress and parted her crossed legs and moved to his target.
'no panties, Stella. I like. I like very much ' he spoke directly to her ear as the doors pinged open. Without warning she was then picked up and hosted over his shoulder, her feet swinging in front. With his free hand, he flung of her shoes and then procced to kick off his loafers, leading her to his bedroom
CPOV
Christian stood just outside his bedroom door. Was he really doing this he thought? He had never brought someone to his room- always the red room upstairs that hid behind the third door to the left. Could he do this, is this what he wanted. He had never done something like this, to him this was as intimate he had got but this girl, he had in his arms was calling to him. She just had this aura that alluded sex and that was again rectified as she nuzzled his neck with sloppy kisses. He barged though his door and moved straight to his bed and leaned over her, settling between her legs and took her lips once again. As he pulled away, he caught her lower with his teeth, teasing. He then proceeded to rip over his shirt, buttons flying, watching the blonde breathing heavy. His chin gestured her to follow and take of her dress and she then slipped both arms out of her straps. Again, he reached for another kiss and then tugged hard on the rim of her dress, leaving her bare on his bed.
He stood back, his mouth watering. His eyes were glued to her boobs, perky and round with rosebud nipples centred at each breast. They moved simultaneously and she breathed hard, smiling, and staring back at him. Christian then moved towards his zipper when he something caught his eye, a tattoo, a red one to be precise. He smiled wickedly at his, tattoos were not something he normally find attractive in a woman but the girl lying beneath him made anything possible. A red snake on her sternum, just below the white mounds of flesh, stopping just before it reached the start of her stomach. As he stared, she started to play with her breasts, squeezing them together and sang,
'I'm waitingg'
'oh you're an impatient little aren't you baby?' grey shot back , releasing his legs free of his pants and boxers in one go releasing his erection free.
At the sight of this Anastasia leaned forward, her eyes greedy and engulfed his penis. Christian groaned in pleasure, the warm velvet feeling of her mouth sucking his with determination. His hands pushed into her hair, urging her on to make more as he continued to grow. Stasi pulled back and with her hand started to pump along his shaft, only apply pressure to the head of his mouth causing him to throw his head and grown. Satisfied with this reaction she continued not losing her rhythm and grabbed his ass, taking more until he hit that back of her throat.
'Fuck stella, take me, take it all' he growled pumping forward. It was embarrassing how close Christian was to coming, it had only been three minutes. What was this girl doing to me he though, squeezing his eyes shut to gain some sort of control. A minute later he gave him, the feeling of coming seeming heavenly so he could be quicker to fucking her. He came long and hard, thick milky semen being engulfed by the mouth. She never missed and a beat and milked him dry and removed her mouth from his penis with a pop, grinning and feel back on the bed, lifting her legs and with her toes traced his abs. Grabbing her foot Christian sucked her big toe, licked the length of her toe, and raised her legs in the air. He raised his brows up at how flexible she was and tested her flexibility further. At this she giggled, and his penis once again was alert. The sound was almost angelic and to this he rewarded her with a kiss and then travelled his tongue down over her boobs and settled at the valley of her breast, tracing the outline of her tattoo. He picked up her sweat and then inserted a single finger into her below, causing her to gasp and the sudden intrusion. Satisfied at this he added one more with each pump and pulled out, licking her juices looking directly into her chocolate brown eyes. Reaching for his bedside cabinet he opened the draw with one hand, still licking his fingers and grabbed a condom. With this right hand full, he placed the foil packet just before her mouth and waited for her to rip the jiggered ends. Smiling he took out the latex ring and Stas pinched the tip and rolled it on his cock and gave it a squeeze bracing for impact.
It was criminally wrong to not call his dick above average, stretching at nine inches ensured its opponent soreness for the day after. To this he smiled, his possessiveness always pleasant and proud of the fact he would cause some inconvenience to her day, making her think of who was responsible. Me! Christian thought and with that he slammed into her, electing a loud moan from her pink lips. He pulled out and only entered the first two inches inside her bald pussy, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her clit, making her purr loud , hands clawing the sheets. Moving forward and adding another inch he bent her knees and laid on top of her. Kissing her lips once more, he laid on top her their sweat mixing and immersed himself fully. Positing his head to the crook of his shoulder, he began pounding into her at a punishing pace, biting and sucking onto her neck and she screamed a garbled version of her name. Christian could sense she was close and grabbed her neck and raised his body, giving rough and sloppy thrusts. A minute later she came loudly, her pussy dripping and grabbed his hair in attempts to reduce the sensitivity she was feeling below, feeling pleasured and wanting more from this man.
Christian came a pace after, pounding her still through her orgasm, filling his condom halfway. He slapped her pussy, turned her over and bit her shoulder while he took off the used latex and reached for another. He positioned himself to take her from behind and raised his head to see yet another tattoo. Too in the moment he once again started to move and had her and his mercy. Looking down he cocked his head, thinking of the ink being familiar to him and took out his confusion with harsher movements, placing his hand on her hip raising her ass, forcing her again to take him whole. Releasing her back to the original position, pushing her face into the cotton bed sheets with his hand holding around her neck, her detectable ass in the air he spanked it once more, his handprint imprinted in pink. To this she purred turned on and he took pleasure in this continuing to thrust until she begged for mercy and the familiar warmth spread over his cock, urging him to an orgasm.
Christian breathed heavy, exhausted but 'stella' was not finished yet and she replaced his condom with a new one and jumped onto the waiting erection. To steady herself she places her palms flat along the headboard and bounced, her breasts bouncing. Immobile and pushed against the bed, he moves his hands up and down her body squeezing her hips as she slammed down. Leaning forward he buried his face in his chest and ran his nose down the red snake, earning sexy feminine groans from above. The building tightness in his balls began, and he looked up in time to watch her tousle her hair he took control, desperately needing a quick release and squeezed into her until she came for the third time.
Needing an interval, he lifted her off, three orgasms bringing him to exhaustion with the bourbon finally catching up to him. He slid his back down and on top of the duvet and turned his head to see the blonde with a satisfied grin, her eyes drooping. Heavy breaths filled the master suite and were the last coherent memory Christian remembered as he dozed off, his body overwhelmed and overworked, too exhausted to be reminded with the ghosts of his past. He slept heavy, with memories of a milky skinned blonde, brown eyes staring deep into soul, laying next to him sleeping, yet why when he woke, he was alone? Where had she gone, was she just a dream as when morning came, he reached for a female body, only to be left with his fingers skimming over rumpled sheets and the sound of his phone buzzing for attention as the midday sun came through.
AN: for some of you asking I don't have a schedule plan but I will be posting often, maybe daily if I can. Sorry for the 2 day gap but this was a 4.5k word chapter so I hope this keeps you entertained. next chapter will be starting with Stasi's pov and what lead her to leave …..