Hey, here's the next chapter! Sorry it's kind of short; it wasn't as long as I wanted it to be. Anyway, I hope you like this one!

Previously…

They then stood reluctantly, each having an equal amount of trouble keeping their hands to themselves. Suddenly, the Felddog grabbed one of her wrists, the Haimster the other, and they started to pull her toward the door.

"Let's get out of here."

Her eyes widened. Had they lost their senses?

"What? We can't leave here together. Someone will see us!"

He seemed to come back to himself, regarding her thoughtfully. "Right…"

He paused a moment longer, running a hand through his hair. He and the Haimster were still gripping her wrists quite firmly.

"You know the San Francisco Bay area?"

"Yeah…"

"Meet us there in half an hour."

It wasn't a request, it was an order. Surprisingly, she found that she didn't mind the idea of being obedient, if only for this one time.

"Okay, I'll be there."

They pulled her violently against them for one last desperate kiss from each of them before releasing her and stalking toward the exit. Before leaving, they turned halfway around to look at her once more. They had the most delicious profiles…

"We'll be waiting."

The Coreys strode swiftly away. Steph's knees fairly quaked as she saw the Felddog reach up and whip a black fedora from a hook on the wall, then put it on his head. It perfectly matched his raven hair.

She changed into her pink linen dress with great rapidity, throwing her things into her bag like the building was on fire. Two teen idols like that wanted her.

The last thing she found herself grabbing was the discarded soda can that had rolled some distance across the floor. It could always be put into the refrigerator for later use…never know when you might need one of these…

Stephanie smiled as she exited the building. She was going to need as many ways to cool off as she could find, with the Coreys around…


She Always Takes It With A Heart Of Stone
'Cause All She Does Is Throw It Back To Me
I've Spent A Lifetime
Looking For Someone
Don't Try To Understand Me
Just Simply Do The
Things I Say

Love Is A Feeling
Give It When I Want It
'Cause I'm On Fire
Quench My Desire
Give It When I Want It
Talk To Me Woman
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

--Michael Jackson, Give In To Me

That night, as Stephanie got ready for bed, she couldn't help but wonder why it now got dark so early at night. It was almost like something was about to happen.

The only problem was, she didn't know what it was…yet.

When she had changed into her nightshirt, she felt the strangest sensation of being watched that made the hair on her neck stand on end.

She silently turned toward her bedroom window that had green shutters. She grabbed the front of her nightshirt, held it to her chest protectively and stepped toward the open window.

Now she was just being silly. Nothing was there.

And there wasn't - just the soft breeze and night music - insects and such that played peacefully.

Then in the midst of the night's tune of peace, she heard the oddest sound mixed deeper within, almost daring her to come closer.

The feeling in her stomach seemed to turn painfully, while whispers filled her ears of hypnotism. Her vision became hazy and fuzzy. Her senses dulled to a pleasurable numb sensation.

Stephanie felt nothing, not even her feet carrying her back to her bed or her body placing itself onto the mattress.

Her eyelids became painfully heavy and slid slowly closed. A cold hand placed itself on her flesh, near her navel. It began to trail up and make intricate designs with the fingertips. She shivered at the feeling. Her senses felt the touch as heavenly, even as disturbing as it seemed to her sub conscious.

As the intruder lightly danced on her chest and soothingly began to caress her cheek, she had a distant feeling of her neck being pinched, or perhaps punctured…

Her breath hitched and her back arched to the touch when another hand placed its palm flat against her stomach forcefully, almost possessively.

A familiar voice came to her, frighteningly real to her ear.

"You really shouldn't be such a tease, dear little angel…"

Her sense took control, and her eyes snapped open, wide awake.

Her breathing was labored and her cobalt eyes scanned every shadow that danced around her bed.

Something was here, someone was very near…and had… she reached up to her neck.

Nothing was there, but her body was going crazy with a tingling sensation.

"Until next time, little angel..." Corey Feldman murmured sweetly through the shadows. Corey Haim stood beside him, smirking in just the same way.

Oh yes, they would have fun with this one…

They licked their lips at the image of innocence.

How deliciously intoxicating. It will be so fun to taint this rare beauty, they thought.

Meanwhile, Stephanie sat for a bit, thinking. Was it a dream?

She wasn't sure. So, with that, she shrugged.

Then, with a yawn, she fell asleep…

*Dream Start*

"Stephanie…"

Steph gasped as the whisper caressed her ear, her hips gyrating to the soft dark touch of the owners of the voices.

"Stephanie…" The teen idols whispered again, their voices a darker husk. Tongues unfurled from their lips, tenderly taunting the organ.

"Ahh…who are you?" the dancer whimpered lustfully as the silken digits guided slowly to the first button of her shorts. The Coreys' second hand had already rubbed down her flat chest. The Felddog breathed, the warm air sending a shiver down Steph's back. She gave a weak gasp. The Haimster rested his chin on Steph's shoulder, pressing lightly.

"We are the Coreys. You've met us before."

Silk lips found their way to the girls' cheek and a hand zipped down the denim shorts. The girl shook with anticipation as a finger slipped down to her girlhood.

"Ah-ahhhhh…"

The Coreys chuckled.

"Is Stephanie excited?"

"I hope so."

The finger was then joined by their entire palms as they gripped the dancer's girlhood. Steph's eyes rolled back into her head, and an ecstatic moan flew from her throat like the song of a siren, as the hands began to rub and push themselves into her…

"Time to dance, Stephanie."

*End Dream*

Stephanie instantly woke from her dream, all sweaty and flushed.

"Oh, my goodness! What was that?" she whispered to herself.

And, for the rest of the night, the question kept eating away at her.

Luckily, the next day was Saturday. When Steph woke up, she noticed the house was silent. She reached over to her bedside, and to her surprise there was a note.

It said,

"Dear Steph,

"We have gone to visit my mother for the day. Stay in the house. Take care of yourself, and keep yourself clean.

"Love,

Dad."

She smiled to herself, unable to believe her good fortune. She had the house to herself…for a day…!

After putting the note where she could find it - in her desk drawer, of course - she then put on some music, changed into her costume (the one from the episode "Gotta Dance") and began to practice her dance.

She closed her eyes as she moved to the beat. She felt as thought the song was taking over her body, like the proverbial ghost she had read about in the novel she had read one rainy day - only she couldn't remember the name.

But, little did she know…that they were watching her…

Corey Feldman and Corey Haim watched as she danced…

Her movements became a bit more erotic, running her hands down her body, and then back up through her hair as her hips continued to sway back and forth, to and fro, and in very suggestive circular movements…

They were mesmerized by her swaying hips and her flawless movements. She moved her hips in a figure eight shape and then she did a shimmy shaking her slender body, causing the Coreys to stare. She then locked her lower body and moved her upper body in a circle moving her shoulders back and forth and then she lifted her shoulders, then her arms, and wrists and then released them in a flowing motion.

She continued her dance, captivating the Coreys.

Stephanie heard the beating of her heart as she danced. She used it to help keep her rhythm.

When she ended her dance, she finished with hands against each other pointing up over head. She took a breath and opened her eyes to see…the Coreys.

They stepped out of the shadows, applauding.

"Oh! Coreys!" she shrieked.

If she had failed to impress them, then she would be dead, or so she thought. She looked at them, and slowly lowered her arms to her sides. They now stood there, motionless. They looked at her, their eyes traveling all over her body, staring at her, memorizing her.

"Uh, Coreys…what are you - ?"

"Steph," said the Felddog, his dark brown eyes glinting.

Instantly, Steph let the question hang in the air unanswered.

Then both Coreys did something they never did before.

Their eyes glowed as they spoke.

"Take off your clothes."

Immediately, it became intense.

Love Is A Feeling
Give It When I Want It
'Cause I'm On Fire
Quench My Desire


Give It When I Want It
Talk To Me Woman
Give In To Me
Give In To Me

Before Stephanie knew it, she looked down and noticed that her clothes were gone. She was lying on a bed draped with white silk curtains and red silk sheets.

Then, the Felddog appeared between her legs and got on top of her.

He purred like a black panther and smirked upon seeing her nude body.

Her moans were music to his ears as he placed his mouth over hers.

Then the Haimster appeared on Steph's left side. He gently took one of her arms and very carefully bit into it.

However, she was too far gone to even feel the pain. But soon she did, and drew her breath between her teeth in a hiss.

Both Coreys stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

"You look pained, love," said the Felddog. "Want us to soothe your pain?"

Steph didn't have to answer. They already knew.

The next day after school as Stephanie walked down to the exit, she stopped to rest against the wall.

She had been thinking about the previous day's events.

What was with the Coreys lately? It was like they had become wild animals or something by the way they'd been acting. Maybe they were onto something.

What it was, she didn't know.

Suddenly she started when she felt two hands upon her shoulders. There the Coreys stood, enjoying her reaction.

"Hey Steph," said Feldman coolly. He slid his hand up to her neck and curled his fingers around it, careful not to squeeze it too hard.

Haim then purred,

"You really are quite beautiful, Stephanie, and no mistake. We've been watching you. You move so beautifully when dancing too."

"Really?"

They nodded.

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