Ten: Girl Time

When they arrived back at the bus, Chris immediately guided Samantha to the back and nudged her down on the bed. "Take your clothes off, you're not gonna need them for a while, baby."

"Really?" Samantha didn't know whether to be amused or exasperated, pushing herself up onto her elbows to stare up at him. At his nod, she began shedding her clothes, sandals first. He was not undressing, just watching her, and she had to wonder what was going through those guarded blue eyes. When naked, she moved so she was kneeling on the bed, trying not to feel awkward. "Say something," She finally said softly, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Beautiful, exquisite, mesmerizing…" Chris had a whole slew of things he wanted to say, a smirk curving his lips as her cheeks reddened more. "Fuckable… edible…" Now he knelt on the bed in front of her, taking her hands in his and laced their fingers together before pushing her to where she was flat on her back. "You should always be like this when we're here together, alone. Naked and ready." He suddenly thought back to the coke, wondering if she would experiment with him and seared her mouth with a passionate kiss. "There's something I want you to try with me. I need you to have an open mind, alright?"

Mildly curious and somewhat apprehensive, Sam slowly nodded. She really hoped he wasn't about to try popping her butt or something, lines would very quickly be established. Sam watched as he got off of her and walked over to a leather bag, rolling onto her side to watch him. It became apparent soon enough, she was studying to be a social worker, she had a pretty good idea what was in that bag. "Umm…"

"I don't do it often, okay? But it does give one HELL of a high during sex and I wanna try it with you. I know what you're studying to be and doing it once won't make you completely addicted to it. Just try it with me. It'll be our little secret." Chris grinned, already pouring the white substance out of the bag and began lining it up. "What do you say, Sammy?"

".…okay."

High was not exactly the word she would have used. That shit was fucking insane and having her ass popped turned out to be the least of her concerns because Chris became wild as all Hell. "Oh… ow… You bit my butt." She groaned several hours later, wondering why she felt all draggy now. Oh wait, that was the coming down from the high. She let her finger trail down her sweat slick body to her hip, flinching. "And there…"

That had been some of the most memorable sex of his life. Not only had HE been wild, but she had too. An animal had come out inside of Samantha and the claw marks down his chest, back and arms were just a small indication. "Mmm, I've got my fair of marks too, baby." He chuckled, pulling her against him to where they were spooning. "Something tells me you thoroughly enjoyed what we did together with the coke."

"I don't think I'll be making it a habit." Sam said after a moment, shaking her head as she struggled not to blush. It was a bit late for all that considering the things they had just done and she got why people would use drugs or alcohol to enhance things. It made it easier to relax and she had felt sexy, confident and apparently out of control. "Oh shit…" Her eyes landed on a series of scratches. "Those uh, need cleaned."

"Nothing a little Jack can't fix." Chris grabbed the half empty bottle and rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom, not surprised Samantha had followed. He stood in the shower, pouring the liquid over his shoulders, arms, chest and back, hissing out as his eyes closed. The pain was both good and bad, a pleasurable mixture, honestly. He opened his eyes, seeing her wincing and pulled her into the shower with him, kissing her soundly. "Stop worrying, Sammy. Now let me see those bites." He poured some Jack over the areas he had bit down a bit hard.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Samantha shrieked, trying to wriggle away from him. That was like liquid fire and he had broken skin with his teeth. She didn't even want to try imagining what it would feel like with a proper wound. When he turned on the shower sprays, she didn't care that it was freezing, feeling the icy water soothing the areas and she glared up at him. "Neosporin and warm water with soap would have worked fine."

"Yeah, but this is quicker." Chris had laughed at her shriek, not bothered by it in the slightest and proceeded to take another long pull from the bottle before stepping out to set it on the sink. Then, he rejoined her and they proceeded to wash each other, needing to get the stench of Jack off their bodies. "Now I'm starving." He announced, once they were done with the shower and back in the bedroom. "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything, I'm famished." They had skipped supper and had a lot of vigorous raunchy sex, on drugs, Samantha felt like her stomach was going to gnaw her own guts at this point. She glanced at her cell to check the time, she would definitely be sleeping her day away and something told her this was par for the course with Chris. Retrieving a t-shirt from her bag, she pulled it on, catching his quick frown and hid a smile. Naked, all the time, when it was just them, not happening.

For the semi-finals, she had picked a Florence and the Machine song, mostly to show off a bit of her vocal range. "Thank you." She flashed Maria a grin when her friend did the hooks on the back of the dress. As soon as it was over, they had both bailed to avoid the mobbing crowd.

"I need me a sugar daddy, or sugar rockstar…"

"Shut up, it's not like… that…" She had her own money. She didn't need Chris buying things for her. "Quit it, wipe that smile off your face."

"So, are you planning on bailing on me for ALL of Spring break? The final show is Friday and we party the other days of the week, how's that sound? Or are you going to fly home?"

"I'm not going to New Hampshire. I'd rather watch frat boys play ping pong then watch old, rich people congratulate themselves on being rich." She groaned when her cell went off, reluctantly answering it. "Hi, mom."

"I know you're not really sick and so does Paul. He's very disappointed in you for not showing up during your Spring Break! You do realize, don't you, that this talent show is being aired on MTV?"

"Since when do you watch MTV?" Sam was a bit surprised to hear that, frowning when she heard her mom's sharp intake of breath.

"Since my only daughter decided to blow off her family and jilt her fiance for a singing competition that she had NO chance of winning!"

"Ouch… but hey, I'm not sick, yay?"

Maria snorted at that from her place on her bed.

"Samantha, I don't know what's gotten into you, but whatever it is, you need to squash it. There's no room for adventure and taking risks, not with our family. That talent show will only show just how talent less you are when you lose, sweetheart. I don't want to be the one to have to dash your dreams, but unfortunately, that's what I have to do. That's why I tried getting you out of it in the first place, but you defied me. Paul is very upset with you for lying to him and staying in Florida when you should've come home. You better make things right with him or you will regret it." Marsha left her with that thought, hanging up and felt like pulling her hair out.

"Your mom has some serious control issues, you know that? It can't be healthy." Maria yawned, watching as Sam began using make-up towelettes to remove the caked on face she had worn for the day. "What's her deal with Paul?"

"Money, duh." Sam shook her head, tossing away the wipes. "Which makes no sense since she HAS money. It's like it's never enough for her. I don't get it." Sighing, she dropped down onto her own bed, having shed the dress in favor of a t-shirt and panties.

If Sam would have known the bullshit involved in this talent competition thingy, she wouldn't have done it. The actual 'main event' wasn't until Friday and it was only Tuesday. And there were interview type deals that she had been managing to avoid. Not to mention her final selection, which she still hadn't decided on yet. Text messages to keep ignoring from her non-fiance, and she had been trying to sort out how to break-up with him without hurting him too much. They had known each other all their lives after all.

"So, you're breaking up with Paul… for the rock star?"

Girl's time had been needed, at the beach, in the early evening when it was a bit quieter, and Sam shook her head, laying out on her towel, stomach down. "No, Maria." Chris would be gone soon enough, he wasn't the type to hold a 'girlfriend', and she didn't expect anything from him but what he had already given her. She hadn't even seen him since yesterday morning, maybe. He had been busy doing famous people shit, she had been avoiding it. "I just… I don't love Paul, and I don't want to lead him on, and I sure as fuck don't want to marry him. That would be-."

"Boring." Maria supplied thoughtfully, nodding as she glanced over at her friend. Being around Chris, no matter how sort the time, had apparently opened Sam's eyes to the fact that the world had a lot of shit to offer besides what she had known. "It was the sex, wasn't it?"

"God yes… I can't even begin to imagine having sex with only Paul for the rest of my goddamn life, I'd wind up a serial cheater, for realsies."

"You know, you never did tell me how he -Chris- is in the sack." Maria grinned at her friend's reddening cheeks and laughed, turning her head in order to look at Samantha through the black shades over her eyes. "Seriously, I want details. I told you all about my night." Which had been absolutely delicious, and she was blessed to have a friend who kept her mouth shut to her boyfriend. Unlike Samantha not loving Paul, Maria did love John and didn't want to lose him. "Out with it, just how crazy is he because I saw those marks on your hip and shoulder. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No!" Well yes, but only in the most delicious of ways, Sam flushed slightly as she recalled their drug fueled sexcapades before clearing her throat. "You should see my ass…" She teased, shooting Maria a sideways peek and giggled at the look on her friend's face.

"Oh wow, did you let him have your butt?"

"It's terrible to kiss and tell."

" You did! Oh I'm so proud of you!"

Pushing herself up, Sam kicked sand at Maria before heading for the water, shrieking when her smaller friend shoved her in, laughing.

Maria NEVER thought in a million years Samantha would let ANY man, even Paul, take her ass. What was it about Chris Irvine that made her throw caution to the wind? Maria LIKED this side of Samantha – the carefree, don't give a fuck about anything attitude she had going on. It was as if a whole new spirit had taken over Samantha because she looked more alive and Maria was sure she felt the same way. However, she also knew everything would eventually come crashing down around Samantha, hoping her friend was mentally and emotionally prepared for the outcome.