A/N Ok, so you may be wondering why there's a chapter missing. It's the
same deal as with 'Angels Fear to Tread', chapters 10, 12, and probably 14
are all going to be too risqué for an R rating. As ever, email me if you
want the link to naughty-seduction.net and you can read the full, unedited
version!
Chapter 11
"What do you think?" Lana pirouetted, a move clearly polished by a childhood spent in ballet class.
"Not pink - I'm impressed." Chloe remarked dryly, putting the finishing touches to her lipstick in the square antique mirror on her dressing table.
"Grr! Tell me I look nice or I'll hit you! My purse is small but surprisingly heavy!" Lana smoothed her powder blue dress. Chloe turned to get the full effect. It was a sheath dress, knee length and with a soft print of ferns in a lighter blue. Lana's tanned legs were complimented by matching blue sandals. Chloe noticed with a small internal grin that Lana hadn't abandoned her favorite color entirely - her finger and toenails were painted a familiar baby pink.
"You look lovely."
"Do you like my hair? I'm trying something different." Lana patted her chignon nervously, causing her long silver earrings to shake.
"Mmm, I really like it. It makes you look older." Lana gave her a dazzling smile and pulled her to her feet. Very seriously, Chloe twirled, flaring the skirt of her red silk 1950s style tea dress. Thick straps held up the sheer bodice, framing her uplifted cleavage. A broad belt of the same fabric emphasised her narrow waist. Layers of white net stiffened the knee length skirt. She was intending to wear a white fringed silk wrap that had belonged to her mother, and had pulled one side of her hair back with pins and two fresh white carnations. She nearly burst out laughing when she saw Lana's look of concentration, thinking that the poor girl took these things far too seriously.
"You look stunning, Chloe. But there's something missing." Lana bustled away to her own room.
'Story of my life.' Chloe thought, sitting back down on her little white chair. She remembered sitting in the same chair at the age of six or seven, carefully applying stolen red lipstick all over her face. Suppressing an urge to do the same thing now, she watched Lana return carrying something carefully.
"Sit still." She ordered, before placing a double strand pearl necklace around Chloe's throat. Putting a hand up to lightly touch the necklace, Chloe looked at her friend in surprise as Lana fiddled with the clasp. Chloe was moved by the simple trust of the gesture. Lana had shown Chloe the necklace when she moved in, and she knew that it had belonged to Mrs Lang. It was one of Lana's most treasured possessions, and it meant a lot that she would let Chloe wear it.
"Are you sure?" Lana answered with a light slap on Chloe's shoulder.
"Up!" She ordered and Chloe obediently stood for inspection. "Perfect!" Lana grabbed Chloe's hands in each of hers. "Can you believe we're going out with millionaires tonight?"
"Frankly, as long as I get my interview they could be stone cold broke for all I care!" Chloe checked over her Dictaphone tapes, suppressing the sneaky butterflies that fluttered in her stomach before every interview. She stowed the tapes safely in her purse along with her lipstick. "That's funny. There's a tape missing." She checked again. She was proud that one of the few things that she organised really effectively was her tapes.
"OK, OK!" Lana checked her own purse. "Its not the money, its just. So different to what we're used to here." Chloe quirked an eyebrow, and couldn't help asking,
"The implication being that a certain Mr Kent isn't measuring up at the moment?" Lana blushed a delicate shade of rose, but was quick enough to reply,
"Chloe how can you say that? Jonathan is always very kind to both of us!"
"Alright then! I'll let you keep your secrets. Now come on or we're going to be late!"
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Lucas watched the girls drive up from his position resting against the Lotus. Bruce was wandering up and down, smoking a cigarette.
"You'd better be careful tonight, Bruce. These are small town, high school girls. If anything happens you'll probably get lynched by a fully flaming torch-equipped mob." Bruce threw down his cigarette and ground it out with the heel of his shoe.
"I can take care of myself." Chloe and Lana stepped delicately out of the car in front of the Talon, and the men moved to meet them. Lucas registered with surprise that they both looked more sophisticated than he had been expecting, and was just about to comment when Bruce got there first.
"Ladies, you look breathtaking!" His demeanour had shifted to one of suave charm, and Lana looked suitably impressed. Chloe gave Lucas a small smile and rolled her eyes a little, feeling that he was a potential ally in this weird situation. Lucas smiled back and put his hand out for Lana to take. Clutching her small brown hand in his he reminded himself firmly that she was his date, not Chloe.
"You look beautiful, Lana." The girl blushed appropriately and looked at him starry-eyed. Suppressing a yawn he marshalled himself to be on his best behaviour and smiled at her.
"Umm, I thought that I could drive my car and you guys could follow." Chloe was looking a little uncomfortable at a similar gesture from Bruce, and pulled her hand away quickly.
"Fine." Bruce threw Lucas the car keys and he caught them one-handed. "You're driving." Lucas was tiring rapidly of Bruce's attitude, but said nothing as they slid into the air-conditioned interior of the car. Starting the engine with a roar he followed the retreating red beetle in front of them. They dove in silence until they pulled up in front of a large well- lit farmhouse just outside of town. "Some place." Bruce threw out, voice flat. Lucas couldn't divine his meaning, so ignored him, slamming the car door behind him. Rather than deal with Bruce's sudden mood swing, he offered Lana his arm and led her up to the house. Chloe followed, uneasily clutching Bruce's arm and listening to a stream of small talk that was clearly well polished with use. Lucas pushed the doorbell and was hit by a wave of light and the smell of spilt beer as the door swung open. A cretinous looking jock in a letterman's jacket hung on the door, squinting at Lucas.
"Who're you?" He was clearly three sheets to the wind. Stumbling forward he spotted Lana and his face clouded in concentration. "Lana Lang! Cheerleader. You can come in." Lucas placed a firm hand on the loser's chest and pushed him back so that they could get past. The jock turned his attention to the next pair. "Chloe something or other. Geek." He leant closer, filling her face with the whisky fumes of his breath. "But you look hot. You can come in." The house was hot, filled with the usual teen party staples of loud music, plenty of alcohol, the smell of cannabis smoke, dancing and couples making out. Chloe was willing to bet that if you opened any of the doors upstairs there would be couples at it under coats. The place was so clichéd it hurt. "Hey! Don't push me!" The jock shouted after them, only just catching up with Lucas' shove.
"Lets find somewhere a bit quieter!" Bruce said in Chloe's ear, and pulled her toward the back of the house. Looking around for Lana, Chloe realised that they had been separated. Butterflies dancing in her stomach, she followed Bruce.
Chapter 11
"What do you think?" Lana pirouetted, a move clearly polished by a childhood spent in ballet class.
"Not pink - I'm impressed." Chloe remarked dryly, putting the finishing touches to her lipstick in the square antique mirror on her dressing table.
"Grr! Tell me I look nice or I'll hit you! My purse is small but surprisingly heavy!" Lana smoothed her powder blue dress. Chloe turned to get the full effect. It was a sheath dress, knee length and with a soft print of ferns in a lighter blue. Lana's tanned legs were complimented by matching blue sandals. Chloe noticed with a small internal grin that Lana hadn't abandoned her favorite color entirely - her finger and toenails were painted a familiar baby pink.
"You look lovely."
"Do you like my hair? I'm trying something different." Lana patted her chignon nervously, causing her long silver earrings to shake.
"Mmm, I really like it. It makes you look older." Lana gave her a dazzling smile and pulled her to her feet. Very seriously, Chloe twirled, flaring the skirt of her red silk 1950s style tea dress. Thick straps held up the sheer bodice, framing her uplifted cleavage. A broad belt of the same fabric emphasised her narrow waist. Layers of white net stiffened the knee length skirt. She was intending to wear a white fringed silk wrap that had belonged to her mother, and had pulled one side of her hair back with pins and two fresh white carnations. She nearly burst out laughing when she saw Lana's look of concentration, thinking that the poor girl took these things far too seriously.
"You look stunning, Chloe. But there's something missing." Lana bustled away to her own room.
'Story of my life.' Chloe thought, sitting back down on her little white chair. She remembered sitting in the same chair at the age of six or seven, carefully applying stolen red lipstick all over her face. Suppressing an urge to do the same thing now, she watched Lana return carrying something carefully.
"Sit still." She ordered, before placing a double strand pearl necklace around Chloe's throat. Putting a hand up to lightly touch the necklace, Chloe looked at her friend in surprise as Lana fiddled with the clasp. Chloe was moved by the simple trust of the gesture. Lana had shown Chloe the necklace when she moved in, and she knew that it had belonged to Mrs Lang. It was one of Lana's most treasured possessions, and it meant a lot that she would let Chloe wear it.
"Are you sure?" Lana answered with a light slap on Chloe's shoulder.
"Up!" She ordered and Chloe obediently stood for inspection. "Perfect!" Lana grabbed Chloe's hands in each of hers. "Can you believe we're going out with millionaires tonight?"
"Frankly, as long as I get my interview they could be stone cold broke for all I care!" Chloe checked over her Dictaphone tapes, suppressing the sneaky butterflies that fluttered in her stomach before every interview. She stowed the tapes safely in her purse along with her lipstick. "That's funny. There's a tape missing." She checked again. She was proud that one of the few things that she organised really effectively was her tapes.
"OK, OK!" Lana checked her own purse. "Its not the money, its just. So different to what we're used to here." Chloe quirked an eyebrow, and couldn't help asking,
"The implication being that a certain Mr Kent isn't measuring up at the moment?" Lana blushed a delicate shade of rose, but was quick enough to reply,
"Chloe how can you say that? Jonathan is always very kind to both of us!"
"Alright then! I'll let you keep your secrets. Now come on or we're going to be late!"
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Lucas watched the girls drive up from his position resting against the Lotus. Bruce was wandering up and down, smoking a cigarette.
"You'd better be careful tonight, Bruce. These are small town, high school girls. If anything happens you'll probably get lynched by a fully flaming torch-equipped mob." Bruce threw down his cigarette and ground it out with the heel of his shoe.
"I can take care of myself." Chloe and Lana stepped delicately out of the car in front of the Talon, and the men moved to meet them. Lucas registered with surprise that they both looked more sophisticated than he had been expecting, and was just about to comment when Bruce got there first.
"Ladies, you look breathtaking!" His demeanour had shifted to one of suave charm, and Lana looked suitably impressed. Chloe gave Lucas a small smile and rolled her eyes a little, feeling that he was a potential ally in this weird situation. Lucas smiled back and put his hand out for Lana to take. Clutching her small brown hand in his he reminded himself firmly that she was his date, not Chloe.
"You look beautiful, Lana." The girl blushed appropriately and looked at him starry-eyed. Suppressing a yawn he marshalled himself to be on his best behaviour and smiled at her.
"Umm, I thought that I could drive my car and you guys could follow." Chloe was looking a little uncomfortable at a similar gesture from Bruce, and pulled her hand away quickly.
"Fine." Bruce threw Lucas the car keys and he caught them one-handed. "You're driving." Lucas was tiring rapidly of Bruce's attitude, but said nothing as they slid into the air-conditioned interior of the car. Starting the engine with a roar he followed the retreating red beetle in front of them. They dove in silence until they pulled up in front of a large well- lit farmhouse just outside of town. "Some place." Bruce threw out, voice flat. Lucas couldn't divine his meaning, so ignored him, slamming the car door behind him. Rather than deal with Bruce's sudden mood swing, he offered Lana his arm and led her up to the house. Chloe followed, uneasily clutching Bruce's arm and listening to a stream of small talk that was clearly well polished with use. Lucas pushed the doorbell and was hit by a wave of light and the smell of spilt beer as the door swung open. A cretinous looking jock in a letterman's jacket hung on the door, squinting at Lucas.
"Who're you?" He was clearly three sheets to the wind. Stumbling forward he spotted Lana and his face clouded in concentration. "Lana Lang! Cheerleader. You can come in." Lucas placed a firm hand on the loser's chest and pushed him back so that they could get past. The jock turned his attention to the next pair. "Chloe something or other. Geek." He leant closer, filling her face with the whisky fumes of his breath. "But you look hot. You can come in." The house was hot, filled with the usual teen party staples of loud music, plenty of alcohol, the smell of cannabis smoke, dancing and couples making out. Chloe was willing to bet that if you opened any of the doors upstairs there would be couples at it under coats. The place was so clichéd it hurt. "Hey! Don't push me!" The jock shouted after them, only just catching up with Lucas' shove.
"Lets find somewhere a bit quieter!" Bruce said in Chloe's ear, and pulled her toward the back of the house. Looking around for Lana, Chloe realised that they had been separated. Butterflies dancing in her stomach, she followed Bruce.