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Offering Gary a smirk, Misty swung herself around so that she was straddling him, not the most graceful of feats, especially in the dress she was wearing but Gary, being the gentleman he was, had his hands placed firmly on her ass, stopping anything from being shown to the other men in the bar. She began grinding slightly, her hips rocking back and forth before bursting into giggles.
"Don't stop Red, you were doing so well." Gary smirked.
"Please, I can't pull off a lap dance even if I tried." She shook her head.
Refusing to move from her position she brought up her arms and rested them on his shoulders, gently licking her lips she began leaning towards him, Gary closing his eyes in anticipation.
"Hey, hot stuff." A voice said, causing Misty to freeze. "Think I can get a turn?"
"Excuse me?" Gary asked, eyes flying open and turning to the offending voice.
Stood there was an older gentlemen in a suit, probably come here with the lads after a hard day at the office Gary assumed. There was a smug grin on his lips as his eyes trailed over Misty's body, not even being remotely subtle about it.
"How much you willing to pay?" Misty asked, winking at the guy.
"For a class bird like you? Top dollar." He said, producing a fat wallet from his pocket.
"Just fuck off." Gary said, glaring at the man.
"Come on mate, don't hog the girl." He crossed his arms, dealing with a little boy was not on his to do list.
"First off, mate." He practically sneered as the word fell from his lips. "I can hog the girl as much as I damn well please as she's my girl." The man shot Misty a look who just nodded. "And secondly, there isn't enough money in the world for you to be worthy of her time."
The man growled slightly at the insults, who did this brat think he was? But instead of rising to the bait he walked away, hot in pursuit of another girl within the bar.
"Aw, look at you getting all protective of me." Misty said, stroking Gary's hair.
"Someone's got to keep the creeps away from you." He smiled up at her, hands running up her back.
Rolling her eyes she reached over to the table and grabbed his drink, while she was distracted he took the opportunity to let his gaze drop and take in her whole body, something he'd wanted to do as soon as he'd seen her in this grey bandage dress. However, his eyes didn't fall very far before they widened, noticing a card sticking out slightly from her dress.
"What's this?" He asked, reaching into her dress to grab the offending item, Misty choking slightly on her drink from the unexpected contact. "Jack Hammer?" He asked, reading the card.
"Yeah, it was the stripper. After he felt me up he slipped it into my bra, guess he wants a call." Misty shrugged, placing the drink back on the table.
"I can't leave you alone for five minutes without you attracting some desperate guy." He laughed, shaking his head slightly.
"What can I say? Like a moth to a flame." She said, gesturing to herself.
"But you won't be needing this." He ripped the card in two and dropped the two halves on the floor.
"Hey!" Misty protested, going to reach for the cards. She had no intention of calling him but she felt that was her decision to make.
"Red, you've got me now and that's more than enough for you." He smirked, taking hold of her wrists.
"Cocky shit." She whispered, leaning towards his lips again.
"Misty!" A voice called out, the moment ruined again. "What are you doing here?"
"Drew!" Misty screeched back in excitement. "Get your magnificent ass over here!"
With an excited smile Drew broke into a run, looking much like a Deerling walking for the first time, until he'd slammed into the back of Gary's chair.
"Drew!" Misty cried again, wrapping her arms tightly round him, Drew returning the embrace. Gary tried to move but found himself trapped and slowly suffocating, however, nestled in Misty's creamy cleavage was a pretty good place to go.
"Where have you been?" She asked, bouncing slightly. Gary watched her slightly confused, he knew Misty and Drew got along well but he never realised she got this ecstatic in his company.
"I've been in the toilet." Drew said, proud of his achievement of finally reaching his destination. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?" He asked, picking up the remains of Gary's drink and chugging it down.
"Had to make sure this one was behaving himself, didn't I?" Misty joked, giving Gary's cheeks a playful squeeze.
"He's been an angel Mist." Drew said, placing his hands on Gary's shoulders. "Hasn't been near a girl all night."
"Really? Well that I didn't expect." She smiled down at Gary.
"What can I say?" Gary shrugged. "They're not my type."
"And what is you type?" She questioned.
"Red heads." He responded, taking her chin in his fingers.
"Misty." Drew said, causing Gary to groan. "You should get up there." Pointing to the stage.
"I don't think so." Misty laughed.
"Why not? You told me you could pole dance." Gary smirked.
"That's the last time I tell you a secret Oak." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in grump.
"If you can pole dance you definitely should get up there." Drew said, nodding eagerly.
"Not right now boys, I'm afraid. Maybe another night." Misty winked.
"What can we do to get you up there?" Gary asked, stroking her back, Drew had planted the idea in his mind and he wasn't about to let it go.
"Get a decent song playing, one that isn't Cherry Pie or Pour Some Sugar On Me and I might consider it." She shrugged.
"I have the perfect song to play." Gary said, gently pushing Misty off his lap and into a standing position. Offering her one last smirk he strode over to the DJ booth, Drew following behind, struggling to keep up as he stumbled for the most part.
"It has to be a song I like." Misty shouted after him.
"It will be." Gary said with a dismissive wave.
As she watched him walking away Misty felt a hand on her hip, getting ready to fight off some idiot she turned to see a slightly drunk Ash stood there, other hand placed on the table to keep his balance.
"Misty, when did you get here?" Ash asked, checking her out in her skin tight dress subtly, least in his intoxicated mind he thought it was.
"Round about the same time you were motor boating some poor stripper." She said, crossing her arms.
"Don't give me that look, I never came to places like this when we were together." He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
"And I'm meant to believe that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Between training and pleasuring you I just couldn't find the time." He said, smug smirk on his face as he thought back to all the times he'd made her scream out in ecstasy. Misty rolled her eyes, knowing just by his smile where his mind had wandered.
"Stop it." Misty smacked him on the chest.
"Nope, perks of being an ex." He smirked. "You telling me you don't ever?"
Misty crossed her arms and gave Ash a dirty look, hoping to cover the fact that her cheeks were flushing.
"I know that look, you dirty girl." He said smugly. "You think about me naked, you think about me in the bedroom, you think about me touching you." He sung slightly.
"Piss off Ketchum." She glared, how could she forget how annoying he could be when he was drunk?
"Ever think of me when you're with Gary?" He asked, Misty's eyes widening at the question.
Just as she was about to open her mouth and tear him down the sounds of Tricky filled the club, Gary back behind her, arms tight around her waist.
"Let's get you up there, Red." Gary said, picking her up and dragging her over to the stage.
"Gary!" She shouted, trying to squirm free from his grip. "Put me down."
"Not until I see some dancing." He smirked, placing her on the stage and giving her a slight push.
She stumbled slightly, holding her arms out for support, all members of the stag night, and quite a few other men, stared hard at her. Getting ready to jump from the stage she felt her gaze drawn to Ash and felt her eyes narrowing, she hated his smug face, hated how he thought he was always on her mind, how he thought she couldn't move on from him. She'd show him.
Taking a step back towards the pole she tightly gripped it in her hand, she'd show Ash she wasn't the girl he remembered, she was someone new. Glancing towards Gary she offered him a quick wink before she began her show.
She turned to the pole and leant forward, letting the wave ripple through her body a few times, her hips snapping forward with grace. With a spin her back was to pole and she was soon sliding up and down, she felt a pride grow within her when she noticed Gary biting his lip as he watched her.
Walking round to the back of the pole she noticed quite a few of the dancers watched her in interest, but she was enjoying herself and had no intention of stopping. Wrapping her legs around the pole, she pulled herself up until she was a good distance from the ground, leaning her body back and sticking one of her long legs out straight.
Gripping the pole tightly, she pushed off with her legs, spinning her body round so that her legs were facing the ceiling, letting one leg bend at the knee, the other remaining straight as a pin.
She then wrapped her legs back around the pole, letting herself fall quickly to the ground, tightening her hold and stopping a few inches from the ground. Righting herself she stood up, basking in the glow of the amazed faces around her, offering a quick bow she jumped from the stage, soon finding herself wrapped up in Gary's arm.
"You weren't joking when you said you were amazing." He smirked.
"One thing you need to know about me Oak, I never lie." She said, raising her eyebrow.
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Misty bounced on Brock's bed, drink in her hand, the boys milling around the room, plenty of drinks where flowing as Brock had planned ahead.
"You alright Drew?" Misty shouted, jumping from the bed and stumbling across the room as she picked up momentum.
"I feel like shit." He muttered, head resting on the rim toilet.
"Oh sweetie, you'll feel better once you get it all out." She said, rubbing his back in a motherly fashion.
"Misty, could you get me some…" Drew began to ask but was soon cut off by Misty yelling.
"I love this song!" She screamed, running over to where the music was playing and began dancing, grabbing the nearest person to her as her partner.
Gary sat on the sofa, watching Misty grind against a drunk Ritchie, he wanted to go over there and get the boys hands off her but he was finding it very difficult to keep his head up right now, let alone his whole body.
"You need to get that girl home Oak, she's wasted." Brock muttered, his head resting on Gary's shoulder as he too found it difficult to sit up.
"She's fine, let her enjoy herself." He shrugged slightly under the weight of Brock's head, not wanting to admit he couldn't take her home even if he tried.
Gary watched Misty dancing with a smile, some cheesy 90s song filling his ears as she sang along, still knowing all the words. Suddenly Ritchie's hands were roughly pulled away and he was replaced by Ash, Misty too drunk to care who her partner was continued to dance.
"You know what?" Gary questioned, causing Brock to pick his head up and look at the younger man. "I think it's time we left."
Gary made an attempt to stand but found it very difficult, even with Brock's help, and soon found himself tumbling back onto the sofa, landing flat on his back, across Brock's lap.
"Maybe later." Gary moaned, letting his head drop onto to the cushion.
After the song had finished, Ash and Misty made their way across the room towards the drinks. Once both had been topped up Ash leant against the table and took hold of Misty by the hips, absentmindedly rubbing her thighs as they talked.
"How come I never got shows like that when we were together?" He asked.
"You never asked." She shrugged, taking a sip from her drink.
"I didn't realise you were so skilled to be fair." He laughed.
"Hands off Ashy-boy!" Gary shouted from across the room, still lounging across Brock. Ash quickly pulled his hands back, Misty smiling at Gary's possessive side, she found it quite a turn on.
"Why Gary?" Ash questioned, looking down at his feet.
"Why not?" She crossed her arms
"Because you deserve better." He said, looking back up into her eyes.
"Really? And who is this perfect guy I should be with instead?" Misty scoffed.
"What do you even see in him?" He asked, purposely ignoring her question.
"Are you kidding me? He's kind, he's funny, he treats me right, he's sweet." Ash gave Misty a look, Gary was a lot of things but sweet wasn't one of them. "He is, when we're alone." She defended. "I can trust him, put myself out there, soul bare, and know he'll take care of me because like me he's broken, we need each other. And most importantly, he's gorgeous as hell."
Before Ash had a chance to respond she walked away, refusing to stand around while he tore Gary down, he didn't know Gary like she did, he didn't know the real Gary.
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At around two in the morning only a few people still remained in Brock's room, Brock himself, Ash, Gary, Drew, Misty and Suzy, who had just arrived back from her hen party and was currently on top of her soon-to-be husband muttering between kisses how attractive he would be dressed as a police officer.
"Hey Misty!" Drew sung, sitting next to her on the sofa. After a short nap in the bathroom he was back on top form and back on the drinks.
"Hey Drew." She turned to look at him, lazily smiling up at him.
"I know somebody who likes you." He said, still in a sing song voice.
"Really? Who?" Misty asked.
"Gary." He told her, tapping her lightly on the nose.
"No, Gary likes the fact I look killer in this dress." Misty laughed, shaking her head slightly.
"That's not true." Drew protested.
"Trust me, if May had shown up in this dress he'd be all over her too."
"He wouldn't dare." He said, his voice dangerously low.
"Drew? Can I ask you a question? Do your curtains match the carpets?" She asked, flicking his green hair.
"What?" He snapped out of his previous glare. "That has nothing to do with what we were talking about. We're talking about Gary."
"And we'd already established that he doesn't like me any more than the next woman so I'm moving on with the conversation." She shrugged.
"I'm being deadly serious, he told me." Drew leant towards Misty, spilling his drink as he did so. "He said he likes you and not just because you're fit but because you're something more." He whispered.
"He said that?" Misty asked as Drew began leaning away from her.
"More or less." He nodded, lifting his glass up to his lips and frowning in disappointment when he realised the glass was now empty.
"Should I talk to him about it? But what would I say? No, you're wrong, but what if you're right." Misty rambled to herself. "I need to talk to him, straighten it out. But then it will be all uncomfortable between us. Why did you tell me?" Misty smacked Drew in the arm out of anger.
"Excuse me for thinking you'd like to know." He pouted, rubbing his arm.
"I have to say something don't I? Wish me luck." She said, pushing herself off the sofa and towards Gary.
Gary noticed Misty, looking like she was on a mission, ready to head over to her, his path was intersected by Ash.
"Hey Gary." He said, smiling a little too widely.
"Hi." Gary nodded, glancing over his shoulder at Misty who had somehow managed to trip and land on the bed next to the happy couple.
"I'm really happy for you and Misty."
"Good to know." He said, moving to one side in an attempt to move around Ash.
"But just think." Ash side stepped so he was once again in front of Gary. "Every little spot you kiss I kissed first, every wave of pleasure I've caused first, every scream, every moan, every gasp I've heard first. Whatever you do with her I did it first, I loved her first." He raised an eyebrow at Gary, a smirk on his face.
Without thinking Gary pulled his fist back and slammed it into Ash's nose, he needed to smack that little smug smile off his face. Ignoring the blood dripping down his face Ash lunged for Gary, sending the pair tumbling to the ground in a mess of punches and kicks.
Drew pushed himself up and ran to the pair, along the way grabbing Misty's hand and pulling her with him, the commotion even caused Brock and Suzy to pull apart.
"Gary! Ash! Stop it now!" Misty shouted, trying to pry the two men apart.
With Drew's help they were separated.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Misty asked, standing between them.
"I don't have a problem." Ash shrugged, struggling to get out of Drew's arms. "Ask your psychotic boyfriend what his problem is."
Misty looked over her shoulder at Gary, fists still clenched tightly by his side, breathing heavily, eyes narrowed to slits. She grabbed his shirt collar and roughly pulled him into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind them.
"Explain." She crossed her arms.
"Why am I getting all the blame?" He pouted, dropping himself down onto the toilet, pouting.
"Because you're the one who punched Ash for no reason." She reminded him, walking over to where he was sat.
"No reason? Please! That cocky little shit has had that coming for a while." He smirked, remembering the satisfying crunch when fist and nose made contact.
"So that's what this was about? Your pathetic little rivalry!" She screamed in frustration.
"Look Misty, it was just guy stuff. You wouldn't understand." He said, looking away from her.
"Well I'm trying to but you're not making it very easy." She bent down but he refused to meet her eye.
He knew if he did he'd crack, he'd tell her the truth and he didn't want her to know the real reason for the fight. He felt pathetic that it had gotten to him, since when did he care about her relationship with Ashy-boy, it was no concern of his and he refused to admit that to her.
"That's the best I'm going to get from you isn't it? Man stuff?" Misty shook her head. "Alright, come on you." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"What now?" He asked, worried she's was going to force him to apologise.
"We're going back to your room, obviously you can't be around Ash any more so we're leaving." She shrugged, unlocking the door to see all four other occupants of the room stood there.
"Erm, we didn't hear anything." Drew offered lamely, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
"Whatever." Misty said, rolling her eyes.
"We'll be heading off Brock." Gary said, grabbing a bottle of champagne in one hand and swinging another round Misty's neck. "Catch you boys later." He said, with a wink before leading Misty out the room.
As they walked down the corridor Gary pulled the wrapper off the top of the bottle and popped the cork, causing a little shocked scream to escape Misty's lips at the sound. Once corked the champagne began to flow out the neck of the bottle, quickly Gary turned to Misty as she tried to catch the contents in her mouth but mostly succeed in wetting the front of her dress. When the drink had settled down he moved it away from her lips and brought it to his own, taking a swig from the bottle.
"No glasses? Class Gary." Misty rolled her eyes, coming to a stop as she reached his door.
Instead of responding Gary pressed himself against Misty so she sandwiched between him and the door, slowly he drank from the bottle before placing a soft kiss on her lips, letting the liquid flow from his mouth to her own.
"Who needs glasses?" He whispered huskily in her ear.
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Gary and Misty sat in the empty bath, fully clothed, bottle of champagne long empty, fight forgotten, all that remained was a slight bruising under his eye. Gary held the toilet brush in his hand and used it as a makeshift microphone.
"Do you understand the rules of the game Miss Waterflower?" He asked, moving the brush over to her.
"Yes I do." She nodded, biting her lip slightly.
"I will ask you three questions, you must get at least one right to escape the penalty. First, what is my middle name?" He moving the brush back and forth with the conversation.
"Erm, is it Adam?" She suggested.
"Oh no, I'm afraid not. It's Samuel just like good old Gramps."
"Aww, that's cute." She smiled.
"But that's one strike." He said, holding a finger up. "Next question. Is my surname the same name as a tree or a flower?"
"Too easy, it's a flower." She stuck her tongue out.
"Almost Misty but unfortunately it's the same a tree." He shook his head sadly.
"What? No way!" She said in fake confusion.
"Shocking I know, but that is strike two." He said, holding up another finger. "One more and you'll have to accept the consequences. I'll make it nice and easy for you. What is Pikachu's next stage of evolution?"
"Meowth?" She shrugged.
"Oh, so close but I'm afraid wrong, it's Raichu. Which means strike three." He held up his third and final finger and got out the bath. "So I'm afraid Miss Waterflower, you've been defeated and it's time for you to get wet." He pulled her out of the bath causing her to stumble and slam into his chest.
He led her towards the shower, turned it on and gently pushed her under the spray, but not before she hooked her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him in too.
Laughing slightly, he took her chin in his fingers and forced her to look up, slowly he brought his lips to hers and held her close as the water beat down against them. Misty moaned as she felt herself being pressed against the glass door, Gary's tongue flickering in her mouth, her knees going slightly weak from the pure passion.
Breathlessly, she pulled back, resting her forehead against his, water dripping down their faces. A slight gasp sounded from her when she felt Gary's impressive manhood against her hip. Pushing him off slightly Misty dropped to her knees and delicately undid Gary's trousers, the material falling in a wet heap by his ankles.
She looked up with a smirk, gently stroking him through the material of his boxers, causing Gary to emit a deep, throaty growl. From his view point he took in every last detail of her, the way her wet hair clung to her face, now a darker shade of red, the way her stunning eyes sparkled in mischief and delight, the way her gentle touch nearly drove him insane. Taking hold of his boxers she tugged them down, allowing Gary to spring loose, her eyes widening slightly at the sight.
"Bigger than Ashy-boy's?" He smirked.
She rolled her eyes at his question, granted Gary was very impressive but she wasn't about to stroke his ego by letting him know that.
"You'll never know." She winked, before wrapping her hand around his shaft and gently pumping back and forth.
"Jesus." He muttered before Misty moved her face closer and placed a delicate kiss on the side, water dripping down both of their bodies, although Gary's back was taking most of the pressure.
Opening her mouth wide she slowly took Gary inside, moving her hand away and placing them on his thighs. She sucked lightly while he bucked his hips, thrusting deeper each time he moved, they worked together to create the perfect pressure, the perfect rhythm, the perfect amount of contact.
She pulled back suddenly and focused on the head, her hand wrapped around the length tightly, though too thick for her fingers and thumb to meet. She swirled her tongue around the head, licking it with the underside, before taking it in her mouth and sucking, hands still constantly stroking the length. Wrapping her arm around his leg, she massaged the bottom of his shaft from behind, gently applying pressure in the right places.
"Fuck!" He cried out, eyes scrunched from the three separate sensations, each equally tantalising. He placed his hands on cool, tiled, shower wall, keeping his body stationary, allowing the girl on her knees full control of the situation, a very rare moment for him.
Pulling her hands back she took him fully inside, into the warm depths of her mouth before moving back so that just the tip remained, she repeated this action over until she heard Gary moan and release in her mouth. With a satisfied smile she swallowed, before slowly rising to her feet, bringing the boxers up with her.
She wasn't fully stood before Gary slammed her against the wall, picking up her legs and placing feverish kisses all over her.
"Bedroom." She whispered, letting her legs slip back down.
"What?" He muttered, running kisses down her neck.
"Bedroom, now." She pushed him off and pressed a button, causing the water to stop. She pulled his wet shirt from his head and dropped it with the trousers on the shower floor, before pulling him towards the bed.
As they went Gary quickly discarded her dress, revealing a silky red underwear set. Unable to control the animal inside he picked her up and threw her onto his bed, then climbed on himself, hovering above her, capturing her lips.
Her hands ran down his back, feeling every muscle, every movement under her fingertips. She pulled him down, relishing in the feeling of his body on top of hers. Leaving her lips he trailed kisses down her cheek to her neck, then downwards to the valley of her breasts. Moving his head to one side he sucked lightly, leaving a mark just above the cup, Misty moaning at the feeling of his stubbled lips going to work.
"Condom." She stuttered out.
"Hm?" He asked, pulling back to reveal a deep purple bite.
"Condom, now." She instructed.
Rolling off her he began digging through his drawers, unable to find the prize object. Groaning, he pulled himself up and over to his discarded suitcase that he'd yet to fully unpack. Rooting around he finally found the box at the bottom, pulling it out with triumph before turning back to the bed.
His heart dropped slightly at the sight, Misty eyes were tightly shut, her mouth hanging open slightly, her breathing deep.
"Misty?" He asked, rushing over to the bed and climbing on next to her. "Misty?"
But the small snuffle that escaped her lips confirmed his worst fear, she'd passed out.
Dropping the condom box on the bedside table he noticed a cup of water there too, his gaze flickered between the cup and the sleeping girl, but he soon decided a rudely awoken Misty was probably not something he would enjoy dealing with.
With a sigh, he let his arms go weak and drop onto the bed, facedown, the movement that rippled through the bed not even disturbing her in the slightest. He turned his head and watched her until he too felt sleep taking over his body.
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Do you ever just write something and think it starts off bad and then you feel it progressively gets worse as you continue but then you decide to post it anyway? Because that is exactly how I feel about this one, I may rewrite it at a later date, who knows?
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