Chapter 9
Stanton walked toward her, his smile one of easy confidence. Serena blinked in panic, and turned to check on her friends. Jimena had her arms linked around Collin's shoulders, Tianna was no where in sight, Catty was already dancing closely to Chris, and Vanessa was making her way up to the door of the stage. Letting out a breath, Serena walked to him through the people, but when she reached him, Rachel linked her arm with his.
"Hi Serena." Rachel said with a broad grin. She dressed in tight black stretch pants, a black belt with silver studs, and a beautiful silver halter top that hung low between her cleavage, showing off her slim shoulders, which were without the sorceress scar.
Serena smiled at her, then her gaze turned to Stanton. He had a black shirt and pants, and a tough leather jacket. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Didn't you read the sign out front?" Tymmie came up from behind Rachel, and put a hand on her creamy shoulder.
"What sign?" Serena asked curiously. Stanton pointed beyond her head, and she turned, facing a big white banner that said, TURN BACK THE CLOCK KARAOKE Fri. 8:00 P.M. "Ah." she said. The music did sound different tonight.
"Rachel wants to perform, God help us." Tymmie joked, with an affectionate squeeze to Rachel's shoulder, getting himself elbowed in the ribs.
Serena grinned at the couple. "Well let's just hope that it doesn't come to that," she said, then felt a tap at her shoulder, then turned, and smiled politely at Derek, who wore old blue jeans and a green sweater.
"You see Tianna? Jimena told me she's here, but I can't find her."
Serena blinked, then remembered. "I think she mentioned something about winning a contest. She might be picking up the prize." Derek nodded his thanks, then walked to the tables by the dance floor. Stanton pressed his warm hand to her shoulder.
"Wanna dance?" He whispered, his hot breath gusting the side of her cheek, making her shiver.
She looked around for Rachel, but she and Tymmie had already disappeared. Smiling, she took one of his hands, and went to take the other when he surprised her by spinning her around with his fingers, then abruptly pulled her in, her back to his broad chest. She blinked in surprise momentarily, but when he laced their hands together, and pressed all four of them to her stomach, cradling her, she relaxed, and leaned onto him.
"Did Tianna tell you about the contest she entered?" Stanton asked, first kissing her cheek, then resting his face against it.
"No." She responded lightly, trying to lose the sexual tension she felt building in side her. He chuckled, and nipped her lobe.
"Leather or feathers. I don't understand what it is about fashion that girls find so fascinating." Serena's nose wrinkled in indignation. Before she could give a come back, her pressed her closer to him, and she drew in a harsh breath, amazed. Stanton had told her many times when they were together that he 'needed' her. But she never physically felt his desire.
His manhood, straining against his jeans, pressed on the leather of her skirt. A wave of dizziness shot through her, so she closed her eyes, and her head rested on his shoulder. She felt his satisfied smile on her neck, realizing he knew how she felt, knowledge that had nothing to do with telepathy, and everything to do with pure male insight.
Slowly, he pressed his hand to her stomach, then whispered, "Don't move." His hand pressed harder, pushing her against him, so she felt even more of his erection. Slowly, and with fantastic sensual pressure, he rolled his hips onto her behind. She moaned in need at his erotic dance, and his hands tugged at her stomach, asking for her response. She obliged, her hips pushing back against him. The fire inside her continued to build, need burning like an inferno. But for heavens sake, they were in public!
As if sensing her draw back, he generously thrust against her one last time, then let her go completely. She sighed, wishing she could do something about the need he created inside her. Other than shove him to the floor, rip off his clothes, and satisfy them both. "I don't believe it!"
Serena jumped, then turned to the tables. Tianna and Derek were standing above an open package, both their faces bright red. She turned to Stanton, who nodded his assent and let go of her hand. She pushed her way to Tianna.
"What's wrong?" Serena asked, and was followed by Jimena and Vanessa. They didn't answer, so Serena looked down at the package, and her eyes widened. Inside was a black, stretch lace teddy, a skimpy robe, a black garter belt, and crotchless panties. Catty came up and as soon as she saw the outfit, she let out a wolf-whistle. It was loud enough to bring Stanton and Rachel over, his hand covering hers warmly. Rachel's jaw dropped, then she grinned, and looked up at Derek, who was staring at the crotchless panties with a mix of hunger and fascination. "Look out Derek," she said slyly. The other girls laughed as Tianna snapped the box shut.
Someone blew into the mike, drawing attention to the stage. A tall, lanky guy, holding a red guitar, spoke into the mike. "Hey, everyone, karaoke time has officially begun. So, we're gonna start things off with my favorite, Lo-co-motion." Amazingly, a loud cheer came from the audience. Even Stanton and Rachel were applauding.
The guy blew into the microphone again, unnecessarily adjusted his guitar, and clapped, then clapped again. Catching onto the beat, people joined in, ready for the show. But when he started singing, it all stopped in disgusted silence.
Stanton stood still for a second, very tense, then cupped his big hands over his mouth, and shouted, "You're ruining a perfectly good song, what's the matter with you?" Several members of the audience booed at the performer, who addressed Stanton with a haughty hand on his overly-lean hip.
"You think you can do better?"
Without even a moment of hesitation, Stanton yelled back, "Damn right!"
Stuttering, he shouted, "Then get up here and prove it." Grinning with satisfaction, Stanton cocked his brows at his sister, who nodded, and they went to the stage, supremely confident. As Stanton rose to the stage, he saw Serena, winked at her, then took the guys guitar. Rachel jumped up beside him, and declined the offer for a second mike.
Stanton tapped the mike, paused, then clapped. Everyone began to follow his rhythm, and out of no where, Cassandra and Yvonne climbed onto the stage with Rachel. Yvonne wore a white skirt and lacy beige tank top with frills on her shoulders. Cassandra flipped her hair and patted her black slacks that matched her black halter. Finally, Stanton started to sing.
"Everybody's doin' a brand new dance now," even though Stanton had the karaoke machine to go by, the audience sang back up with Rachel and the girls. He pointed to the audience as he sang, "I know you'll get ta like it if ya give it a chance now," Stanton was perfect at that song, right down to his voice. Rachel put her hands on her bent knees, becoming the center of attention when he sang, "My lil baby sista can do it with ease, it's easier than learnin you're A-B-C's, so come on, come on, do the lo-co-motion with me."
Serena began to clap and dance, a big smile blooming on her face. Stanton had an unusual look on his face. It wasn't evil, desire, love, or even affection. It was pure, delighted fun. Rachel and the others put their hands above her head, and twisted down. "You've got to swing your hips now. Come on." Stanton threw his left hand above his head. "Jump up," Rachel jumped into the air, and using her flight powers, she got very high, making the crowd gasp, then went down. "Jump back," Rachel slid back, until almost no one could see her. "Oh now I think you got the knack," Rachel zipped forward, and reached Yvonne and Cassandra just in time to spin the lyrics, "whoa, whoa."
"Now that you can do it, well let's make a chain now," Stanton made a circle with his finger, pointing at the dance floor. Suddenly, everyone grabbed each other's hands, starting off with little chains that turned into two big ones. Stanton punched his hand in the air, like he was cheering a wrestling match. "A chugga-chugga motion like a railroad train now. Do it nice and easy now and don't lose control, a little bit a rhythm, and a lot a soul. So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me."
He strummed the guitar to the instrumental, doing a wonderful impression, as if he was really playing, as Rachel, Yvonne, and Cassandra danced to the music, stepping up one at a time, then they began clapping again, but with a different beat.
Finally, the last notes came, when Cassandra spun, then Rachel, then Yvonne, going so fast they definitely would be on the floor when the lyrics came back. But, as soon as Stanton began to sing again, the stopped, then stepped left and right, clapping their hands.
"Whoa, whoa. Movin round the floor in a lo-co-motion." He connected his hands above his head, singing the same time everyone else connected hands. "Do it holdin hands afta you get the notion. There's neva been a dance that's so easy ta do. It even makes ya happy when ya feelin blue. So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me." Yvonne went up and hugged him from behind. "So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me." Cassandra came up, and held his arm. "So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me."
He removed the guitar, and hugged his sister, and the audience went wild, applauding, whistling, hooting, and yelling. Stanton let go of his sister, and arched his brows in humorous expectation at the performer. Arms crossed, the disgruntled guy grunted defeat. Stanton laughed at him. Serena had never seen him so carefree, so happy.
People crowded the stage, particularly girls, begging for autographs. She remembered what happened last time that happened. Michael ended up signing...well, if Stanton even tried...her fists clenched.
Yet there he was, peacefully, and nonchalantly sending them off with smiles. Suddenly, a girl came to him, and without even bothering with the buttons, she ripped open her blouse, and it looked like she was just trying to flash him if it weren't for the hopeful look on her face. Serena felt ready to beat the girl into the ground. "This looks way too familiar." Vanessa said skeptically, eyeing a blushing Michael.
Serena was about to read her mind, but Stanton made a grim face, and leaned forward. With appalled shock, Serena thought for a second he was going to kiss her, until she saw his lips move by her face, then move back with a self-satisfied smile. The girl moved back with a cool expression, and stormed off, buttoning her shirt along the way.
Stanton walked over to them, leaving the girls behind him to gossip. Deciding to take charge, Serena grabbed him, taking him to the back walls. She spun him around, and shouted, "What was that about?" He rolled his eyes.
"Never mind. A bad side of performing I must say." He looked down at her again, and with a grin, tilted his head in boyish curiosity. "Jealous?" Serena glared at his crude teasing, and crossed her arms in an angry pout. Smiling, he reached into his pocket, took out a pen, and before she knew what he was doing, he brushed her hair away, moved her spaghetti strap, once more showing the hickey. He grinned, pressed the pen to the skin right underneath it, and signed his name.
She looked down at it, shocked at his daring. He just staked his claim on her body, this time more…officially. She clearly remembered the last time someone did this to her, making her shudder in disgust. But Stanton's signature, strange as it was, felt right on her skin. Her gaze shifted to his passion-glazed eyes, then he gave her a wickedly satisfied grin.
He leaned forward, and his lips tenderly brushed the red flesh, making her body slicken with desire. Her eyes closed as he kissed below that, then he rose, and kissed her chin, then drifted the tip of his tongue downward, leaving a trail of liquid heat behind him. He pushed his tongue into her cleavage, licking and kissing.
She let out a cry, her knees buckling from the pressure that wicked tongue had on her body. Her breasts tightened as he sucked lower, but didn't go beyond the top of her spaghetti strap. He drew back, immensely satisfied, while she was about to explode. "I don't want to be unfair..." He whispered sensuously.
Serenas lashes fluttered open, and he was holding the pen out for her. Her shaky hand took it, and she licked her lips in question. His serious eyes skimmed her chest, wet from his mouth. "Anywhere you want." He said in a shameless whisper. Her breath turned heavy at the erotic potential of those words. She looked him over, and found the perfect place. She went to one knee, lifted his shirt, and wrote her name above the waistband of his boxers.
She leaned in closer to write her name, but all her senses seemed to be focused on his heady male scent. Unable to resist the lure, she pressed her lips to his hot skin, the feel of the soft hair around his naval tickling her lips, and she stuck out her tongue to taste his salty male flesh, so close to the manliest part of him. She accepted his moan of pleasure with a soft sigh of need.
Making a slow path up his torso with her lips, she smiled against the cloth and salty skin. When she nibbled on his throat, his groan vibrated against her lips, until he grabbed her arms, and yanked her against the wall for a grinding kiss.
As Jimena drove her home, she realized with a private smile that if someone was bringing them together, she only wanted them to drive her closer to Stanton. And in doing so, she'd have to go with Stanton to Europe. No bargains, no deals, just go with him, and fulfill his every desire.
I totally realize that Stanton is very much out of character. Have no fear! I have a totally logical and understandable motive. ;)
Stanton walked toward her, his smile one of easy confidence. Serena blinked in panic, and turned to check on her friends. Jimena had her arms linked around Collin's shoulders, Tianna was no where in sight, Catty was already dancing closely to Chris, and Vanessa was making her way up to the door of the stage. Letting out a breath, Serena walked to him through the people, but when she reached him, Rachel linked her arm with his.
"Hi Serena." Rachel said with a broad grin. She dressed in tight black stretch pants, a black belt with silver studs, and a beautiful silver halter top that hung low between her cleavage, showing off her slim shoulders, which were without the sorceress scar.
Serena smiled at her, then her gaze turned to Stanton. He had a black shirt and pants, and a tough leather jacket. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Didn't you read the sign out front?" Tymmie came up from behind Rachel, and put a hand on her creamy shoulder.
"What sign?" Serena asked curiously. Stanton pointed beyond her head, and she turned, facing a big white banner that said, TURN BACK THE CLOCK KARAOKE Fri. 8:00 P.M. "Ah." she said. The music did sound different tonight.
"Rachel wants to perform, God help us." Tymmie joked, with an affectionate squeeze to Rachel's shoulder, getting himself elbowed in the ribs.
Serena grinned at the couple. "Well let's just hope that it doesn't come to that," she said, then felt a tap at her shoulder, then turned, and smiled politely at Derek, who wore old blue jeans and a green sweater.
"You see Tianna? Jimena told me she's here, but I can't find her."
Serena blinked, then remembered. "I think she mentioned something about winning a contest. She might be picking up the prize." Derek nodded his thanks, then walked to the tables by the dance floor. Stanton pressed his warm hand to her shoulder.
"Wanna dance?" He whispered, his hot breath gusting the side of her cheek, making her shiver.
She looked around for Rachel, but she and Tymmie had already disappeared. Smiling, she took one of his hands, and went to take the other when he surprised her by spinning her around with his fingers, then abruptly pulled her in, her back to his broad chest. She blinked in surprise momentarily, but when he laced their hands together, and pressed all four of them to her stomach, cradling her, she relaxed, and leaned onto him.
"Did Tianna tell you about the contest she entered?" Stanton asked, first kissing her cheek, then resting his face against it.
"No." She responded lightly, trying to lose the sexual tension she felt building in side her. He chuckled, and nipped her lobe.
"Leather or feathers. I don't understand what it is about fashion that girls find so fascinating." Serena's nose wrinkled in indignation. Before she could give a come back, her pressed her closer to him, and she drew in a harsh breath, amazed. Stanton had told her many times when they were together that he 'needed' her. But she never physically felt his desire.
His manhood, straining against his jeans, pressed on the leather of her skirt. A wave of dizziness shot through her, so she closed her eyes, and her head rested on his shoulder. She felt his satisfied smile on her neck, realizing he knew how she felt, knowledge that had nothing to do with telepathy, and everything to do with pure male insight.
Slowly, he pressed his hand to her stomach, then whispered, "Don't move." His hand pressed harder, pushing her against him, so she felt even more of his erection. Slowly, and with fantastic sensual pressure, he rolled his hips onto her behind. She moaned in need at his erotic dance, and his hands tugged at her stomach, asking for her response. She obliged, her hips pushing back against him. The fire inside her continued to build, need burning like an inferno. But for heavens sake, they were in public!
As if sensing her draw back, he generously thrust against her one last time, then let her go completely. She sighed, wishing she could do something about the need he created inside her. Other than shove him to the floor, rip off his clothes, and satisfy them both. "I don't believe it!"
Serena jumped, then turned to the tables. Tianna and Derek were standing above an open package, both their faces bright red. She turned to Stanton, who nodded his assent and let go of her hand. She pushed her way to Tianna.
"What's wrong?" Serena asked, and was followed by Jimena and Vanessa. They didn't answer, so Serena looked down at the package, and her eyes widened. Inside was a black, stretch lace teddy, a skimpy robe, a black garter belt, and crotchless panties. Catty came up and as soon as she saw the outfit, she let out a wolf-whistle. It was loud enough to bring Stanton and Rachel over, his hand covering hers warmly. Rachel's jaw dropped, then she grinned, and looked up at Derek, who was staring at the crotchless panties with a mix of hunger and fascination. "Look out Derek," she said slyly. The other girls laughed as Tianna snapped the box shut.
Someone blew into the mike, drawing attention to the stage. A tall, lanky guy, holding a red guitar, spoke into the mike. "Hey, everyone, karaoke time has officially begun. So, we're gonna start things off with my favorite, Lo-co-motion." Amazingly, a loud cheer came from the audience. Even Stanton and Rachel were applauding.
The guy blew into the microphone again, unnecessarily adjusted his guitar, and clapped, then clapped again. Catching onto the beat, people joined in, ready for the show. But when he started singing, it all stopped in disgusted silence.
Stanton stood still for a second, very tense, then cupped his big hands over his mouth, and shouted, "You're ruining a perfectly good song, what's the matter with you?" Several members of the audience booed at the performer, who addressed Stanton with a haughty hand on his overly-lean hip.
"You think you can do better?"
Without even a moment of hesitation, Stanton yelled back, "Damn right!"
Stuttering, he shouted, "Then get up here and prove it." Grinning with satisfaction, Stanton cocked his brows at his sister, who nodded, and they went to the stage, supremely confident. As Stanton rose to the stage, he saw Serena, winked at her, then took the guys guitar. Rachel jumped up beside him, and declined the offer for a second mike.
Stanton tapped the mike, paused, then clapped. Everyone began to follow his rhythm, and out of no where, Cassandra and Yvonne climbed onto the stage with Rachel. Yvonne wore a white skirt and lacy beige tank top with frills on her shoulders. Cassandra flipped her hair and patted her black slacks that matched her black halter. Finally, Stanton started to sing.
"Everybody's doin' a brand new dance now," even though Stanton had the karaoke machine to go by, the audience sang back up with Rachel and the girls. He pointed to the audience as he sang, "I know you'll get ta like it if ya give it a chance now," Stanton was perfect at that song, right down to his voice. Rachel put her hands on her bent knees, becoming the center of attention when he sang, "My lil baby sista can do it with ease, it's easier than learnin you're A-B-C's, so come on, come on, do the lo-co-motion with me."
Serena began to clap and dance, a big smile blooming on her face. Stanton had an unusual look on his face. It wasn't evil, desire, love, or even affection. It was pure, delighted fun. Rachel and the others put their hands above her head, and twisted down. "You've got to swing your hips now. Come on." Stanton threw his left hand above his head. "Jump up," Rachel jumped into the air, and using her flight powers, she got very high, making the crowd gasp, then went down. "Jump back," Rachel slid back, until almost no one could see her. "Oh now I think you got the knack," Rachel zipped forward, and reached Yvonne and Cassandra just in time to spin the lyrics, "whoa, whoa."
"Now that you can do it, well let's make a chain now," Stanton made a circle with his finger, pointing at the dance floor. Suddenly, everyone grabbed each other's hands, starting off with little chains that turned into two big ones. Stanton punched his hand in the air, like he was cheering a wrestling match. "A chugga-chugga motion like a railroad train now. Do it nice and easy now and don't lose control, a little bit a rhythm, and a lot a soul. So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me."
He strummed the guitar to the instrumental, doing a wonderful impression, as if he was really playing, as Rachel, Yvonne, and Cassandra danced to the music, stepping up one at a time, then they began clapping again, but with a different beat.
Finally, the last notes came, when Cassandra spun, then Rachel, then Yvonne, going so fast they definitely would be on the floor when the lyrics came back. But, as soon as Stanton began to sing again, the stopped, then stepped left and right, clapping their hands.
"Whoa, whoa. Movin round the floor in a lo-co-motion." He connected his hands above his head, singing the same time everyone else connected hands. "Do it holdin hands afta you get the notion. There's neva been a dance that's so easy ta do. It even makes ya happy when ya feelin blue. So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me." Yvonne went up and hugged him from behind. "So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me." Cassandra came up, and held his arm. "So come on, come on, doo the lo-co-motion with me."
He removed the guitar, and hugged his sister, and the audience went wild, applauding, whistling, hooting, and yelling. Stanton let go of his sister, and arched his brows in humorous expectation at the performer. Arms crossed, the disgruntled guy grunted defeat. Stanton laughed at him. Serena had never seen him so carefree, so happy.
People crowded the stage, particularly girls, begging for autographs. She remembered what happened last time that happened. Michael ended up signing...well, if Stanton even tried...her fists clenched.
Yet there he was, peacefully, and nonchalantly sending them off with smiles. Suddenly, a girl came to him, and without even bothering with the buttons, she ripped open her blouse, and it looked like she was just trying to flash him if it weren't for the hopeful look on her face. Serena felt ready to beat the girl into the ground. "This looks way too familiar." Vanessa said skeptically, eyeing a blushing Michael.
Serena was about to read her mind, but Stanton made a grim face, and leaned forward. With appalled shock, Serena thought for a second he was going to kiss her, until she saw his lips move by her face, then move back with a self-satisfied smile. The girl moved back with a cool expression, and stormed off, buttoning her shirt along the way.
Stanton walked over to them, leaving the girls behind him to gossip. Deciding to take charge, Serena grabbed him, taking him to the back walls. She spun him around, and shouted, "What was that about?" He rolled his eyes.
"Never mind. A bad side of performing I must say." He looked down at her again, and with a grin, tilted his head in boyish curiosity. "Jealous?" Serena glared at his crude teasing, and crossed her arms in an angry pout. Smiling, he reached into his pocket, took out a pen, and before she knew what he was doing, he brushed her hair away, moved her spaghetti strap, once more showing the hickey. He grinned, pressed the pen to the skin right underneath it, and signed his name.
She looked down at it, shocked at his daring. He just staked his claim on her body, this time more…officially. She clearly remembered the last time someone did this to her, making her shudder in disgust. But Stanton's signature, strange as it was, felt right on her skin. Her gaze shifted to his passion-glazed eyes, then he gave her a wickedly satisfied grin.
He leaned forward, and his lips tenderly brushed the red flesh, making her body slicken with desire. Her eyes closed as he kissed below that, then he rose, and kissed her chin, then drifted the tip of his tongue downward, leaving a trail of liquid heat behind him. He pushed his tongue into her cleavage, licking and kissing.
She let out a cry, her knees buckling from the pressure that wicked tongue had on her body. Her breasts tightened as he sucked lower, but didn't go beyond the top of her spaghetti strap. He drew back, immensely satisfied, while she was about to explode. "I don't want to be unfair..." He whispered sensuously.
Serenas lashes fluttered open, and he was holding the pen out for her. Her shaky hand took it, and she licked her lips in question. His serious eyes skimmed her chest, wet from his mouth. "Anywhere you want." He said in a shameless whisper. Her breath turned heavy at the erotic potential of those words. She looked him over, and found the perfect place. She went to one knee, lifted his shirt, and wrote her name above the waistband of his boxers.
She leaned in closer to write her name, but all her senses seemed to be focused on his heady male scent. Unable to resist the lure, she pressed her lips to his hot skin, the feel of the soft hair around his naval tickling her lips, and she stuck out her tongue to taste his salty male flesh, so close to the manliest part of him. She accepted his moan of pleasure with a soft sigh of need.
Making a slow path up his torso with her lips, she smiled against the cloth and salty skin. When she nibbled on his throat, his groan vibrated against her lips, until he grabbed her arms, and yanked her against the wall for a grinding kiss.
As Jimena drove her home, she realized with a private smile that if someone was bringing them together, she only wanted them to drive her closer to Stanton. And in doing so, she'd have to go with Stanton to Europe. No bargains, no deals, just go with him, and fulfill his every desire.
I totally realize that Stanton is very much out of character. Have no fear! I have a totally logical and understandable motive. ;)