Disclaimer: Hello all. I just wanted to tell you a few things before you start reading. First, I won't be able to reply over the school days. And I'm surprised I got this chapter up so early. Since I barely have time to sleep anymore. Tehe.
Second of all, I am creating a new story. Yes CatCF. I have a small 'thingy' at the bottom for you to read at the end of this chapter. Have fun.

Oh, and tell me your views on this chapter. I don't know if I like it yet or not. Maybe to… Smutty.

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A soft smirk settled on her luscious lips, and she slowly pulled away from him. Quickly moving to disappear into the crowd.

Her heart was fluttering, and her stomach was beginning to cramp from excitement and happiness. Autumn moved with a speed, she hardly knew. Almost as if she was jogging to get back to the stage. And yet everything was moving in slow motion. A short dizzy spell caused her to pause, and she nearly stumbled backwards. Shaking this odd feeling off she started up the steps of the stage.

With the help of Alleara, Autumn held a grin on her pale face. Head held up high as Greg Mantis introduced each female with their real names. Where they had come from. And why this was so important.

Many applauded when Mr. Mantis finished his short introductory.
"Have fun. Drink and eat to your hearts content, and most of all, speak with a model." Greg winked. His bright red over coat glittering with a mischievous glare against the neon lights.

Everyone separated in their own directions. Alleara had decided to get a drink, figuring this was going to be a long night. And Autumn decided to try and find Mr. Will Wonka.

-------Half an Hour Later--------

Not a sign. Nothing. And she was beginning to get frustrated with her own failure. Maybe he had left. Finding this a bore and decided to make his wonderful candy. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with her, or the party and only came to mock her. Maybe-

A hand reached around the door to Autumn's left. And she found herself being pulled into a restroom. She noted the familiar velvet gloves that brushed against her bare shoulders. A silk shirt pressed against her bosom. The gentle smell of man. Musky, yet nutty.

"Looking for me?" A soft, grinning mouth whispered against her delicate ear. Autumn felt her knees buckle. Not only from his voice, but from a slight fear. Not that she would ever learn to fear this man, but the haunting memory came back to her form several nights ago.

She turned her eyes to his face. Looking up at him with a soft smirk playing on her features. She was pressed against him, and the marble sink behind her. She felt his right hand gently stroke her cheek as she gazed into his undeniable violet eyes. Eyes she would never forget.

She realized he was no longer wearing gloves, and she looked shyly away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him slowly move forward. Catching the corner of her mouth with his lips.

Turning her head slightly, Autumn's lips found his. And she nearly felt Will Wonka inch closer to her. His hands lingered on the gently flow of her hips. Hoisting her up slowly to set her on the bathroom counter.

Autumn found herself in a daze as she willingly opened her mouth to Will's prying tongue.
He tasted as sweet as the chocolate he made, and Autumn nearly drowned in it. Her fingers gently running up from his chest and slowly to his neck. She tilted her head, giving a bit more access to her mouth.

Heated tongues did what hands where doing. A fire started in the pit of her stomach as she felt a gentle hand run up her knee. Following the slope of her thigh, taking the skirt with it.
Her hands slowly unbuttoned his vest, soon his shirt. Racking her fingernails over his toned chest as he gave a soft groan.

William Wonka gasped as he pulled away. Cheeks pink, lips swollen, and eyes darting towards the unlocked door. Autumn's cherry lips twitched upwards in a sly, seductive smirk.

It was at this time Willy knew he couldn't. Wouldn't make it to the door. And instead dove back towards her lips.

Any entity in the world could hear Willy silently praying. Praying for it to never end. In that kiss, he didn't worry about his factory. His beloved Oompa Loompas. Charlie, or the Bucket family. No. Instead, he was stuck on the fact that the woman he had been lusting over for the past two years was now with him. Kissing him. Running her hands over his chest. Down his torso, and gently grasping his belt buckle.

He gave a startled jump as she did so. Never pulling away from her lips. He didn't think he would ever pull away from those beautiful lips that now caressed his neck. Hands that where slowly unbuckling his pants. Slipping past his zipper.

He suppressed a shudder, and gave a soft groan against her mouth. He stopped in mid-groan. As he heard the door swing open. A gentle gasp. And a crash of glass against the floor.

Okay, here is the 'new story'. Which should be up very soon. Tommarrow night, probably.

We all know Willy Wonka went to India to build the chocolate palace, right? But what did our dear Willy do whil in his spare time? Maybe slowly fall inlove with a Persian dancer for Prince Pondicherry himself. What will happen to our Chocolateir, that changes him?