Father just lost it and now runs around with every floozy he can get his hands on. That's why we stay with our great Aunt a lot. I don't know why he doesn't let me stay home alone. I could handle myself just fine. I'm seventeen for crying out loud! Although, I guess I haven't really given my father a real great reason to trust me lately, with my late night rendezvous and basic rebellion stage that I've decided to go through. Still, he should give me a chance to prove myself. Oh, wait, he did that, and then there was the party, ug, and the boy in my room, whoops. Ah well.
The building I was headed towards loomed in front of me at last, and I could hear the loud music bumping inside. I peeled my cardigan off as I quickly jumped up the steps and knocked on the large metal door. It slid open and a large, dark man stood with his arms crossed and his eyes behind sunglasses, even though the sun had set hours ago.
I looked up at him with a completely blank face, waiting for his approval. This was the worst part, I hated it. Feeling the man's eyes slid over me, yuck. It made me want to jump in the shower and scrub for hours. But this was the drill, like it or leave.
He finally smirked at me, and nodded with his head that I could enter. I nodded back, as was the custom, and headed in, finally releasing a sigh of relief.
The music crashed around my ears as I opened the doors into the room. The bright colored lights flashed around a dark dance floor that was crowded with bodies writhing to the beat of the music.
I grinned. This is what I lived for. This party scene was the hottest New York had to offer; that I knew of, anyway. I pushed into the crowd, tying my cardigan around my waist and searching for a familiar face.
"Mary! Hey, baby, over here." A male voice I recognized as my friend Paul rang over the music, and I followed it to a table off the side of the dance floor. There he sat, in all his...well..."Paul" glory. He smiled at me with his patented grin that always made me feel like he was undressing me with his eyes. He probably was, but he was still a nice guy, so I let him imagine all he wanted. He'd never get to see the real thing.
"Hey, Paul. This place is bustin' tonight. What's up with the huge crowd?" I asked, sitting down next to him in the chair he pulled out for me. Always the gentleman.
"The Toy man's here," Paul said in his always laid back voice. "Everyone wants his supplies, and he's here supplien'."
"Oh yeah? What's he got on the shelves?" I asked, scanning the crowd where Paul had pointed out this "Toy man".
"Freaky, shit, Mary. I'm tellin' you. This shit is somethin' else. Spins ya like nothing I've ever had before. Trips you up big. You wanna try some?" Paul asked, smiling at me in that sleazy way again.
I just grinned back at him and rolled my eyes. "Not around you, Hands," I said, calling him by his nickname. "C'mon, this music is hot, I want to dance."
I pulled him out onto the dance floor with me, fighting to get closer to the middle. That is where it was most intense. The music washed over my body and moved it like I was a puppet. The beat was strong and fast and I closed my eyes and let myself be ruled by it.
Suddenly, I felt hands on my waist, and I opened my eyes, ready to tell Paul to get the hell off, but I didn't see him anywhere. The hands came from behind me, and I instantly knew it wasn't Paul. He had this rule, he never danced behind a girl unless they were together. Something about, all women should have the right to be able to see him dance...
I closed my eyes again and decided I didn't care. As long as the hands were only on my waist, and definitely male, there was no harm done. I felt the mysterious body move closer to mine as the man had given me time to refuse his touch and I hadn't. His body was up against my back now, moving with me to the hard beat of the music. I smiled. The intensity level rose.
I brought up my hand and caught the man behind his neck, moving against him in sync with his movements. Down, up, side, side, down, back, forward...the dance seemed almost rehearsed. It was like he knew what I was going to do before I moved.
I almost turned, but then decided I liked the mystery of it all. I mean, he was a great dancer, and what if I turned around and saw that he was some guy named Bubba who only had two teeth? No, at least this was fun....for the moment.
As my hips moved to the music, my eyes opened a bit wider as the guy behind me grinded his hips against me a bit harder.
Damn, a little eager, are we?
The song ended, and I laughed, trying to catch my breath. Ok, time to meet Bubba...
I turned around and shut my smiling mouth immediately.
He was gorgeous.
He grinned at me moved his head to signal that we move off of the dance floor so that we wouldn't have to scream our introductions at each other. He offered his hand and I took it as he pulled me after him. We stopped up at the bar, and there he grinned at me again.
God, that smile.
"You want something to drink?" He asked me.
I snapped out of my stupor and leaned my elbows on the bar. "Sure, how much is a-"
"Don't worry about it, I got it." He pulled out his wallet and motioned the bartender over. "You have a preference?"
"Not at the moment," I said coyly.
He raised his eyebrow and smirked kindly at me. I turned around and leaned my elbows and back against the bar, looking for my friend Paul. I found him looking towards me with wide eyes, and I smiled back at him, raising my eyebrows and tilting my head towards the beautiful man buying me a drink. He nodded his own head and pointed at the man frantically. I thought he was asking me if I meant him, and I nodded, winking at Paul. He shook his head furiously and pointed at the boy buying me a drink again, this time mouthing something at me. I squinted, trying to understand. I shook my own head, telling him I didn't understand. He really lost it then, tossing his arms in the air and wildly pointing him out to me, then mouthing the words very slowly. I squinted again and tried to make it out:
"He's...the...something...man. The what?" I mouthed back. I watched again. "He's...the...T-" I gasped. I understood. Suddenly I smiled. I smiled back at Paul. "Really...."
Paul saw my smile and started to shake his head at me again, making slashing motions with his arms as if to say 'Oh no you don't...'
"Here you go, let's go over to that table there." The 'Toy man' pointed out a small table in the corner. I thanked him for my drink and took it from his hand. I smiled once again at Paul as if to say 'Oh yes I do' while I followed the mysterious man to the table.
He slapped his hand to his forehead and just shook his head at me. I grinned.
"Here we are," the man pulled my chair out for me and I sat in it delicately, smoothing my skirt.
He pulled his own out and sighed, smiling across the table at me. "So," he began flashing his Earth shattering smile at me again. "Now that I can hear properly, may I have to honor of calling you by your first name?"
I raised my eyebrows and laughed out loud at that. "Goodness, I've been transported back to the middle ages."
He grinned.
"Yes, good sir," I laughed. "You certainly may call me by my first name, whenever I decide to tell it to you."
"Ah, a tough one. Ok then, I'll wear you down by being kind and gentlemanly. My name is Trace, feel free to call me that, or I answer to 'Hey gorgeous,' as well."
I raised my eyebrow at him. "Well, at least you don't ever need to worry about your confidence level."
"I assure you, if there is one thing I am, it's confident."
I looked at him over the rim of my glass as I drank, and nearly chocked. I managed to swallow smoothly, however, as the liquid stung my throat. Alcohol. He'd bought me a drink with liquor in it. Many types of liquor, I guessed. Hmmm....
He smirked at me again, probably well aware that I was underage.
Oh well, I thought, I'll just have to get up early and take a shower so that I don't smell of like a drunk in front of Heidi.
"So, Sir Trace, what are you doing here this fine evening?" I asked, taking another drink. It wasn't that bad the second time, and I didn't want to seem ungrateful.
"Meeting mysteriously lovely women who won't tell me their names," he shot back, sipping his own amber colored drink.
"So you've met others who've turned you down, and now you've decided to settle on me?" I asked boldly.
"Not at all. There has been only one lady who has held my eye tonight."
"You certainly know your way around words, don't you?" I smiled, and even flushed a bit.
"When the situation calls for it, and I think you're going to need a bit of persuasion."
"Persuasion for what?" I asked, setting my half empty drink down.
He smiled coyly at me, a rather evil smirk really, that amused me. "To see who's bed you'll be sleeping in tonight, yours, or mine."
I laughed at that. "Persuade all you want, I assure you I'll be sleeping in my own."
He smirked again, and drained his drink, watching me carefully as I did the same. "We'll see," he said, and pulled me back out on the dance floor.
Now fully aware that he was trying to seduce me, I was careful with my movements. He noticed this right away, however, and would have none of it. He pulled me against him, and made sure that I felt all of him, all the time. I shrugged and decided it didn't matter. I knew I wasn't going to sleep with him. I was a tease, and proud of it. I would have my fun, and leave. But I would never go too far, I only aimed to frustrate a bit.
The songs started to slow, and he turned me in his arms, placing my arms around his neck, and sliding his own around my waste. We swayed like that for a bit, talking and laughing back and forth.
This is nice, I decided. I think I like him...
It was almost as if he could tell he almost had me. He leaned his head down and tilted his face towards mine. I swallowed and licked my lips nervously. He smiled a bit at this, realizing I wasn't as cool as I looked. His lips touched mine very softly, just nudging them and brushing his against them, almost like he was looking for the right fit. When he found it, I nearly slid to the floor, I may have if he hadn't been holding onto me. His lips slowly shaped over mine and I tipped my face up, pressing my mouth a bit more firmly against his. He smiled against my lips and pulled back a bit.
"May I have your name now?" he whispered, his mouth still touching mine.
Bastard, I thought, but gave in willingly.
"Mary," I whispered.
He pulled back and looked at me incredulously. "I have to marry you before you'll tell me? Well, all right I suppose, but don't you think this is a bit sudden?"
I laughed and punched his shoulder playfully. "You idiot."
He smiled and leaned towards me again. "That hurt, Mary," he grinned. "You should kiss me and make it better."
I put my hand on the back of his neck and complied. This time, he knew exactly where to put his mouth and he did so. He nudged my lips open and slid his tongue into my mouth. I quickly placed my arms around his neck before I fell into a puddle of pleasure on the floor. He urges my own into his mouth, and the taste of him drowned out all of the music and everyone around me. I felt his tongue retreat from my mouth, and I nearly whimpered at the loss of the sensation. Then it was back, and I happily excepted it again. Then it was gone again, and this time, Trace was kissing my lips closed. He kept his mouth against mine so that I couldn't open my lips. I wondered at this until suddenly I felt something else in my mouth, on my tongue. I felt it sizzle a bit, and melt onto the surface on my mouth.
What the...holy shit...
I pulled back from him sharply, and placed a hand at my lips. "What was that?" I asked quietly, scared now. "What have you done?"
"Relax, baby. It was just a gift. Something to make this even more intense. You were having fun, weren't you?"
I kept a hand at my mouth and blinked hard when suddenly my vision doubled, then snapped back into place.
Oh shit...
The drug was quick.
I pushed away from Trace and elbowed my way off of the dance floor. I could hear him coming after me, yelling at me to come back.
"Paul!" I yelled. I had to find him, he would help me. "Paul? Paul!"
Someone grabbed my arm and I screamed, turning quickly and assuming it to be Trace.
"Whoa, chill there, Mary. What's up?' Paul asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at me.
The drug was quickly taking over my ability to walk straight and even hold myself up. I slumped against Paul, tossing an arm around his neck in a desperate attempt to stay on my feet. He immediately caught me, and used his hand to lift my lolling head up to his face. He narrowed his eyes again, his brows coming down over them as he quickly understood the situation.
"Did he give you something, Mary?" he asked me.
I closed my eyes and nodded, clutching to him for dear life. I felt like something was trying to pull me up into the sky by my hair. My head was spinning and if someone would have asked me which way was up I probably would have pointed left.
"Dammit, Mary, I warned you about his stuff. Why did you take it?"
I shook my head, trying to defend myself. In my mind I clearly stated that I most certainly did NOT take anything, and that he slipped it into my mouth when he kissed me. It didn't come out quite so clear...: "Didn't....he....kissed...mouth...and...drugs" but I think Paul got the message.
"Bastard. C'mon, Mar, let's get you home, ok?"
I nodded my head and let Paul lead me out of the dance club, but before the door swung shut, I saw Trace glaring at Paul and I, and he didn't look chivalrous at all anymore.
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A.N.: I swear this is a Peter Pan story…heh, just be patient, he's in here. Well, it's Tuesday, and I'm way excited because one, BASKETBALL IS OVER!! WHOOHOOO!! Now I can finally be a normal college kid and not have to be a slave to basketball….til next year anyway. ^_^… And two, I get to go see RTN tomorrow! Yay! Anyway, like I said, Peter's here, be patient…ya never know, you may have seen him already…mwahahahaha!
Hey…looky down there…what is that? Do you know what that button does?? Only one way to find out….^_^