aren'tcha glad? after a couple months and (holyshit) fifty-seven reviews, i've decided to make a companion(: anyway-- this one is about cammie having to seduce a guy, with grant and macey coaching her. xD
note: this is sort of more M-ish. there's swearing and like, content. but it won't be worse than gossip girl. well the swearing will be.
and by the way, this is totally random and weird. seriously.
Learn From the Best
"Tip one; be forceful, but not too forceful," Macey McHenry said.
Grant Newman nodded, agreeing with her. "Men love aggressive women."
I stared at the two of them. We were in a limo going to another business party, and my job? To keep one of the businessmen "busy" while the rest of my team did... Spy stuff. Normally, I loved being Cameron Morgan, doing the dirty work while Macey went and kept people "busy", but for some reason, I was the one in the heels and the designer dress, with an ID card that said I was Liana Bell, daughter of some rich guy. My hair was twisted into a bun, which at first was painful, but now I couldn't feel it. I hoped it wasn't because my head had gone numb.
"Tip two; don't listen to Grant," Macey told me.
Grant stuck his tongue out. He was like a twelve year-old stuck in a twenty-one year-old's body.
"Here's your mic and camera," Macey continued, handing me my equipment. She also tossed a small wrapped packages with them. I stared at them.
"Um, why do I need these?" I asked timidly.
"Just in case," Macey said nonchalantly. I stared at her.
Grant snatched one of the packets and looked at it. "Aw, is the little Chameleon growing up?" He looked at it more carefully, then burst out laughing. "They're texturized," he breathed between laughs. I turned red. "Texturized." He attempted a straight face. And failed.
"Grow up," Macey snapped at Grant.
He quieted down, then mumbled "texturized" one more time before collapsing into a fit of giggles.
"Now go," Macey said, opening the limousine door.
"Texturized," I heard Grant say.
"So, I just hope you know I really don't know how to do this," I muttered, walking towards the hotel.
I could hear Macey snort. "That's why we gave you tips beforehand, Chameleon," she said, yawning. "Grant, just shut up about the texturized, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," I heard Grant's voice say. "How old is Cammie again? She can't be a virgin-"
"I'm not," I grumbled. I was twenty-one, for God's sake. But this whole, seducing strangers thing was kind of... not my forte.
"So, just imagine that this guy is..." Macey trailed off. "Hey, who did you have sex with?"
"Yeah, who?" Grant asked.
"Not important," I told both of them.
"Just assume it was Zach," Grant told Macey.
"It wasn't," I said.
Macey laughed. "Aw, did you hear that, Zach?"
I froze. "Zach's there?" I asked.
"She's lying," a new voice said.
"He's lying," I countered immediately.
"Defensive much? We really don't care," Macey told me.
"I care," Grant said.
There was a sound of slapping. "Ow, McHenry. God, Morgan, your friends are super-protective of you."
"Yeah, thanks, Macey," I grumbled, not really feeling grateful or anything.
There was a sound of clapping hands, and Macey's voice came through loud and clear. "Let's get this seduction thing on the road!"
"Eye contact!" Macey hissed in my ear.
"With who?" I hissed back. I was holding a cell phone to my ear so nobody could think I was talking to myself.
"With Mr. Black Armani Suit," Macey said. I looked around. Everybody was in a black suit and I couldn't tell if they were Armani or not.
"Something more specific, please?" I muttered.
"The guy by the bar with a martini. Grey tie."
I looked around again, my eyes landing on a handsome young man in mid-twenties. "Oh, I see him," I said quietly. "He's cute."
"He's a jackass. He blows up everything in his way," Zach muttered.
"Yeah, but he probably looks cute doing it," I said, making eye contact with him. "What's his name?"
There was the noise of rustling papers, then Grant's bark of a laugh. "Wow," he said.
Macey also seemed to be laughing. "What is it? What's his name?" I asked, suddenly panicking.
"Zachariah Daniels," Macey giggled. "But since he's in America now he likes to be called Zach."
"Hey, that guy has a really cool name," Zach said.
"Oh, come on," I groaned. "How many Hebrew names are there in the world? And he gets stuck with Zach?"
Macey and Grant laughed. I imagined Zach to be smirking. "It's not funny," I mumbled.
"Get over it you, guys," Macey said. "Okay, now walk by... Zach." Macey giggled. "Sorry. Anyway. Go up to him but don't talk to him. Just walk past him. Brush your shoulder against his chest."
"That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard," I told her.
"Hey, it works."
Sighing, I put my cell phone away and walked towards the bar. Oh, God. Zach Daniels was smirking. He smirked. For fuck's sake. WHAT IS WITH THESE BOYS AND SMIRKING?
I did my best to ignore that and did what Macey told me. His eyes followed me appreciatively but when I had completed my shoulder brush he didn't move. "Sit down on the stool," Macey ordered. "This is really fun." I glanced at Zachariah. He was still smirking. And with his brown hair and James Dean stature he sort of looked like Zach too.
I ordered something very alocholic. I had a feeling I was going to need it. "And three... two..." Macey counted down. I had a strange feeling of deja vu. The last time she had counted down like that, I had been uh, on top of a different Zach in a different hotel under a different cover. And now, here I was, about to be on top of another Zach in another hotel with another ridiculous cover.
"Hey," a smooth, deep voice greeted. My stomach tightened. "What's your name?"
"This guy is totally lame," Zach over the comms said.
"Be quiet," Macey shushed.
"Li- Liana Bell," I stammered. His smirk increased in size. My stomach tightened more.
"Do I know your father?" Zach in front of me asked. "Adam Bell? We play tennis together."
I swallowed. "Yeah," I said. "Wow, he doesn't like very many people." I added a small smile. My drink arrived. I took a slightly-longer-than-polite sip.
Zach took my hand and kissed it. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "I can be very charming when I want to be."
"I AM BORING MYSELF WITH THIS LAME-FEST," Zach over the comms half-yelled. I winced.
"Stop being jealous that Zachariah is smoother than you," Macey yawned."Believe it or not, 'Spy' is only hot so many times."
I took another sip of my highly alcoholic drink. "Are you okay?" Zach in front of me asked. He must've been referring to my wince. His grip on my hand loosened.
"Say, 'I get nervous around charming people, sorry'," Grant ordered.
I repeated what he said.
Macey groaned. "This is not going to-" But then Zach in front of me hand's tightened again and he smiled. "Wow, it worked. Good job, Newman."
"It's because this guy's a total lame-ass," Zach muttered.
"Shut up, not-as-sauve Zach," Macey snapped.
"Don't be nervous," Zach in front of me said. He let go of my hand and walked two steps away, gesturing for me to follow him. I did so, not forgetting my very alcoholic drink.
"And may I ask your name?" I said, trying to sound not-flustered.
Zach in front of me stopped and turned around, smirking again. "Zachariah Daniels. You can call me Zach."
"Tell me about yourself, Miss Bell," Zach said later on when we were in his hotel room. I had finished my drink.
"'You like swimming'," Macey said.
"I like swimming," I began.
"'And nice clothes'," Macey continued.
"And nice clothes," I repeated.
"'But you don't like nice guys'," Macey finished.
"But I don't like nice guys," I said, making eye contact.
"'These are not the droids you are looking for'," Grant said.
"Thes-" I shut up.
Grant laughed.
Zach in front of me smirked. AGAIN. He leaned forward in front of me. "I can be the bad guy if you want me to be."
Zach over the comms unit made a huge elaborate over-exaggerated yawning sound.
"Say 'Great, let's go do it now'," Grant joked. I fumed silently.
Zach in front of me walked closer to me. I backed up one step. He advanced two steps. We played this game until I was backed up against the wall. "Oi, Goode! Stop sulking and watch this, it's like, free porn," Grant laughed. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from commenting. Zach in front of me starting kissing my neck. "Cammie's gonna have a HICKEY!" Grant called.
"Sigh," Macey said. I couldn't tell if that was to me or to being stuck in a car with Grant. "Sigh, Cammie!"
Oh. I sighed. "That's a sound I like to hear," Zach in front of me said, leaning back and smirking again. And somehow, I wasn't annoyed. In fact, it was sort of cute. The smirk.
"Now it's your turn," Macey said. "Push him on the bed."
I wanted to scream I thought I didn't actually have to have sex with him! but that would've been a bit obvious.
So I pushed him on the bed and hoped for the best.
Turns out, Zach in front of me wanted that to happen. I saw the proof.
Grant sounded amazed. "Shit, Macey, how do you know all this stuff?"
I imagined Macey rolling her eyes. "I've had a lot of practice, unlike you, Newman."
"Dude, look at that," Grant said. "Good job, Mace. That is... that is passion. That is lust. That's, uh..."
"That's an erection," Macey said.
"Look at how lame he is!" Zach said. "At least I waited until I could see down Cammie's dress."
"Not something to be proud of!" Macey cried.
I bit lip. Hard. Zach in front of me flipped me over so he was on top of me.
"Fuck him," Zach on the comms unit muttered.
"That's what she's attempting to do," Grant said.
My dress was on the floor. Zach in front of me was only in his boxers now.
"We're turning off the video feed now," Macey informed me.
Grant sighed.
"So, how was it?" Grant asked, grinning wildly half an hour later.
I climbed into the car and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Cammie, Cammie, Cammie," Grant sighed knowledgeably. "You are now an expert at the art of seduction."
I shrunk back in my seat, trying to be as small as possible.
"Good job," Macey grinned.
"You guys didn't even do anything!" I cried out. "I thought I was supposed to be distracting this Zachariah guy while you looked for something!"
Macey and Grant looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
This was totally not right. "What's going on?" I asked Zach (Goode. Not Daniels.) He shrugged.
"Cammie, Cammie," Grant sighed again. "So experienced, yet so naive."
"You know bad guys don't actually look that good, right?" Macey snorted. Something was sinking in my stomach. It was either my heart or my pride. Probably both. The car door opened. Zachariah slid in next to me.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God."
"That's me," Zachariah said cheerfully.
I stared at him, then at Macey, then at Grant, then at Zach of the Goode variety. He wasn't looking at me.
"You're so joking," I spluttered.
"You- you- you made me- you made me seduce-"
Grant and Macey looked at each other again. Then burst out laughing. Again. Zachariah smirked. Zach looked back at me. He was smirking too.
"But- but- but-" I stuttered."He's not a bad guy?"
Zachariah put two fingers under my chin, tilting my head up towards him. "I can be whoever you want me to be, sweetheart."
"MACEY MCHENRY I'M GOING TO KILL YOU," I screamed.
Macey twisted around. "You'll thank me later, Cammie, when you go on your real seduction mission."
"My real-" I started panicking again.
"Zach, calm her down, will you?" Macey asked.
Zach on my right side (Goode) put his arm around me. "If it makes you feel any better, I really do think Zachariah is a lame-ass."
Zachariah snorted. "Dude, you're the one with the stupid catch phrase."
"But-"
Zach leaned forward and kissed me.
Macey--
"Hey, McHenry," Grant said. "See how Zach and Cammie are making out in the back? We should follow suit."
"In your dreams, Newman."
i just had to. i just HAD to. i HAD to. :D
things to know/review questions--
-zachariah, i have no idea where he came from seriously. hey, what are your thoughts on him anyway?
-this is officially a oneshot series, but don't expect it to be updated a lot. but they'll all be awkward sex covers related. uhh, because i'm weird like that.
-funny line, quote anything?
-and ideas for the next oneshot in this series?
-so that's it.
edit--
-sorry. i realized one sentence got completely cut off.
-whether cammie slept with zachariah or not is up to your little minds to interpret(:
end quote-- 'cuz it's sex related
tom: Enough to know that your horizons must be... widened.
becoming jane
heh, funneh shit.
