IX

And indeed I was. For the whole night.

I did every little thing he wanted me to do, and I loved it. Harry liked it too, I could tell, but… what kind of boy doesn't like a sex slave?

I woke up on Harry's room, with my head over his chest, his arms on my waist and his eyes on my back.

…. Ok, wait.

What?

I opened my eyes surprised.

How could he be staring at me if he was under me? That didn't have any sense at all. I turned around to find him standing by the bathroom door completely naked –and I can tell you, those pictures that Mike had make sure I got were no justice to his naked body right in front of your eyes-, glaring at the Harry under my arms.

Only then it occurred to me that maybe that boy wasn't Harry at all, and when I turned to make sure, I found a cute, younger, blonde boy naked. I didn't even blush, as I was supposed to. I looked back at Harry, holding my laughter down.

"Hi." I smirked. He glared at me. I stood up from my place in the bed, grabbing the sheets to cover my body, and reveling cute blond guy was as naked as myself or Harry. "This is a new one." I stated, tilting my head to the side, analyzing the blonde.

"I have a fucking headache and your words are not making it easier. I want that bastard out of here, now."

I smirked, looking at the watch. Seven in the morning… I grinned and started to grab the boys' clothes, feeling Harry's eyes on me the whole time. "What? Didn´t you want him out?" I laughed. It was a funny situation. I had had a ménage-a-trois and didn´t even remembered it. How bad.

When Harry reacted, he didn´t wait long to start pushing the boy –with bed and all- toward the door after putting on his boxers. (Or was it Blondie's?) He didn´t want to touch him, I could tell, but didn´t have any choice when he had to left him inside the elevator –my idea, isn´t it wicked?-. I left the clothes with him, and then Harry and I went running back to his room.

I was giggling like a little girl –a very pervert little girl, actually- and jumped back to the bed. Harry glared at me. "I don´t find it funny."

"You did. You didn´t have much qualms some hours ago, when you were enjoying yourself with me as Blondie did his homework." I smirked. I had some flashes of the night before, and everything was… Sodoma and Gomorrah worthy, I tell you.

"Well, I was drunk. I told you I didn´t like other boys touching you." He declared, pushing me so I was leaning on the bed, and he leaned over me with a devilish smirk.

"W… What?" I asked. What the hell did he just say?

"I want you for myself. I want you to be my slave. My toy. My pet." He said as he started kissing licking and biting my collarbone. I bit my lower lip not to moan. It didn´t sound wrong, actually. Being his toy…

Oh, fuck it, Tallulah! You're deranged!

"Why?" I asked stupidly.

Harry grinned. "Because you're perfect. Dominant men turn you on. And it turns me on being dominant over a girl." He accepted without any kind of shame. He was now licking my breast, which was proving to be a very annoying thing, since it didn´t let me concentrate.

And that's what I'm going to plead when they refute what I said after that.

"I can be yours at night." I offered.

Yes, I was like high. Really. I wasn´t thinking clearly.

"I can accept that." Harry smirked, kissing me on the lips. He took my sheet away of my body, and made me curled up my legs on his hips.

"But it's not night now." I giggled. He shrugged, grinning.

"I don't care."

*-*-*

I was freaking out.

As in… really freaking out. Ghost Hunting with Yvette had NOTHING on what I was feeling right there.

And I mean the whole palms-sweating, eyes-avoiding-eyes quivering-hands cold-sweat-all-over-my-body wide-eyes goose-bumps-and-shivers-down-my-spine kind of freaking out.

Seriously.

I need something to say now. Quick. Fast.

And smart, please. Smart too.

Don´t make me say something stupid involving witches and aliens.

PLEASE.

Just something normal.

Please!

"I'm going out with Maggie."

Way to go, genius!

Ok, that wasn´t smart enough. But he accepted it.

"Oh. Ok. Have fun." He grinned, kissing my lips – after I'd finished applying lip gloss lips, mind you-, as I turned around to leave.

I felt bad. Harry didn´t even accept that stupidly lame excuse. He was just tugging along.

I felt guilty. And Maggie was going to kill me.

I grabbed my phone once I was in the elevator, ready to go. At least I could fix something in this mess.

I don´t even know why I did what I did. I wasn´t like that. Usually, I didn´t care. I could say hey! I'm late to my meeting with your brother in that motel, sorry to leave you with such a problem, as if I was talking about the weather.

Then… WHY THE HELL I LIED TO HARRY?!!!

I'm stupid, that's the answer.

I mean, come on! This stupid thing had so many weak points I couldn´t even count them. Like… what if Maggie was with Danny and Danny told Harry? Or… what if Harry walked down the stairs to find James waiting for me?

When the elevator stopped five floors before the main floor, I was hyperventilating. The young girl working as hostess there looked surprised, and gave me a paper bag to relax. I finally did it, but I was sure my make-up was ruined. I smiled softly as the girl got off the elevator on the main floor, looking at me worriedly. As soon the door closed, I called Maggie.

"Please, please, tell me Danny's not with you!" I pleaded when she answered.

I could tell she was surprised. "… Well… Seeing I'm on his hotel room… Then yes, I'm with him. What happened, Lola? You ok?"

"No." I accepted. "Not at all, I'm doom. I'm stupid. I deserve to be abducted by aliens. Why don´t you make them a call and you tell them about the stupid girl here?"

Maggie chuckled. "I would love to, but I don´t have their phone number. Now, really. What happened?"

"I lied to Harry." I blurted out.

"… Ooook…"

"I told him I was going out with you. I don't even know why I did that! I'm losing my mind!" I exclaimed.

"Ok. Don´t worry. I'll go out with you, and Danny's not going to say anything. I promise. But… you have to start thinking that maybe if you lied to him because you're starting to like him."

"You're not helping at all with that. I was hyperventilating just some minutes ago."

"Ok, ok. You go, James' probably already waiting for you. I'm going to make sure lover boy doesn´t found out anything. But you're probably need to tell him sooner or later."

"Later. Like… when I'm dying."

"Where are you? I hear you badly! Hello??"

"On the elevator. Oh, it's back on the main floor! Say thanks to your husband. Thanks, Maggie! Love!" I exclaimed, running out of the elevator without looking at myself in a mirror. I surely was a mess. The Lock Ness Monster, probably.

"You look amazing."

I was so surprised to hear that voice this close, I turned around too fast, causing my heel to slipped with the carpet and making me almost fall to the floor.

James caught me before that. "You know? When they said girls fawned when they saw me, I never thought they said it literally." He grinned, helping me back to my feet.

I smiled. Being close to him was like an instant happy effect. Like Jacob to Bella in Twilight. My personal untroubled sun.

"You should know that already. Your Knight in Shining Armor complex probably forces you to save those girls." I smirked, kissing his cheek as salutation.

"Only when they're gorgeous." He winked at, offering me his arm. "Are you ready to go?"

I nodded, accepting his arm, as he lead me to the front door of the hotel. There, his wonderful Delorean was waiting for us. I was really tempted to stand up and kiss his cheek again, but instead I did a much mature thing. I squealed, run to it and hugged the car.

Mental, right?

That's only because you didn´t know my skirt (treacherous skirt) slid up my butt when I jumped. Yep, as you heard it. And my cutest Strawberry Shortcake red with white polka dots thong was showing for the world to see.

James chuckled at my sight –or probably at my choice of undies- as I stood up again like a normal person.

"I'm ready to go now." I announced normally, and was about to open the door, when James stopped me, and did it for me.

I was a little shocked, but smiled, thanked him, and sat inside, waiting for him to take his position next to me. I turned to him as he ignited the car. "Wasn´t it supposed that the chivalry was dead?"

James chuckled. "Not completely. It's keep living inside a select few, like the Masonic. You can´t even imagine the things I had to endure to keep it." He joked, making me laugh.

"Oh, I understand now. I always wondered."

"Well, now you know." He winked.

"It's like a sect, then. Like… you have to show how much you want it and so?"

"Yes, something like that. It's not like I can really tell you, you know? It's a secret sect. No one is supposed to know about it because then everyone would want to be a part of it. But I can tell you, because you're my subject of investigation now."

"Oh, yeah? And what are you investigating, huh?"

"The effect of chivalry in pretty, independent, funny girls. There's some theories in our sect that said chivalry is able to make a girl fall in love with you. Like a love potion. I always wondered if that was true." He confessed grinning devilishly.

And I blushed.

Really, really blushed.

"I can say to you it has some great points in it. I could understand some pretty, independent, funny girl falling in love with it." I smirked.

"I'll take your word on that."

I smiled at him, feeling weird. Like going bungee jumping without a cord… But I wasn´t sure if it was for joy or to end my nervous feelings. Either seemed like a good option in my opinion.

"So… where are you taking me?" I asked after some moments of silence.

James just looked at be by the corner of his eye and smirked. "Somewhere."

"Somewhere like… where?"

"Somewhere cool?" He offered. We were near Barton Arcade when an idea strike my mind. What if…?

"Oh my god. Don´t tell me…?" James' smirk widened as he turned over St Anne's Square, stopping between this one and Deansgate. It was clear where we were going. And I can tell you 'oh my god' didn't even reach the level of excitement I had when we parked. "The Circle Club." I said in a whisper.

"I thought you would enjoy it. You seem sinful enough." He grinned, stepping out of the car when the valet boy opened his door. Another one opened mine, helping me out.

I had been in The Circle Club once, with the prestigious –and very hot- model Fionn McCallister. And I had loved it. They had let us in the Inner Circle, and it was the most sexual, debauchery experience ever.

Fuck.

"I'm seriously starting to think about marrying you." I announced when James offered me his arm. He laughed as we entered the club without having to wait for the line. A group of slutty girls squealed when they saw James, and started yelling about Busted, Son of Dork, and sexual offers.

I grinned. "You seem quite the popular guy. Are you trying to charm me?"

He offered me his cutest smile. "Is it working?"

"Efficiently."

"Good, then."

A young waitress came to us as soon as she saw us, smiling and flirting a little with James. She took us up to the Inner Circle (I had to contained my squeal of delight), and showed us our table. Once we were sitting and ordered some drinks and whatever the chef thought was better on the menu, I let out a short squeal.

James laughed.

"Seriously, this is the best date ever." I stated.

"Certainly. I'm glad you like it. It took me whole two weeks to think of where to take you."

That surprised me. Had he being planning a date for two weeks? "Well, great choice." I smirked, looking around.

We were sitting in the infamous Dark Room of The Circle Club, the most mood inducing styling room I had ever been in. It was like… an orgasm waiting to happen, pronounced panoramic pleasures, all patrons and peers. It was the perverted version of a normal room in a club, an oasis in the storm. There were inverted altars, reclaimed wooden pentagrams, images, and scripts sourcing Anti-biblical sacraments.

Saying I loved that place was not saying enough.

Our waitress came with our drinks, and leaved quickly, probably to get our food. I was sitting in front of James, in one of the black stands. "Really, James. This is great." I smiled, leaning toward him.

I wanted to kiss him.

We hadn´t kiss since I met him, and it was something more than weird in me. I needed to kiss him. And I wouldn´t mind to tell him, but that would have been boring. So instead, I took my heels off with a little kick, and extended my feet to his dark jean clad leg. He flinched a little when he felt me, surprised, but soon smirked at me, and let me do what I wanted. I licked my lips slowly, catching his attention, as my feet slid up his leg. I stopped in his groin, looking straight at his eyes.

James licked his lips watching me; I knew almost every boy had a fetish with eyes. It turned them on to have the girl doing dirty things under the table and holding his gaze. And god, James was turned on. His hand slid to my feet, grabbing it strongly and caressing the tip of my toes. It made me curled with pleasure. I loved my toes.

"Excuse me." Said the smiling waitress, but when we looked up, our plates were already on their place. Wow, the girl was good! We both stopped moving as we thanked them, and proceeded to eat. But I didn´t move my feet of their place on his groin.

Almost two hours later, we were hitting the dance floor like mad people, laughing and joking silly, after the three or four drinks we had each. We were good, each move, each grind, each touch was completely in synchrony with the other's. It was like dancing with your shadow. A very sexy and hot shadow.

"Is this sinful enough for you?" James asked, biting my earlobe slowly. I laughed; we had being joking all night that I was the queen of hell and everyone there were my slaves. "Sexual immorality, impurity, debauchery? Idolatry and witchcraft?"

I smirked. "And hatred, discord, jealousy, rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy?" I added quickly. I had read something like that somewhere. I pointed different places in the club that showed what I was saying. Two girls fighting, a boy catching his girl cheating, some girl watching us with pure jealousy, a boy on the bar, drinking…

James laughed. "Queen of discord!" He announced, moving his hands to the small of my back. "Add to that drunkenness, orgies and the like." He slurred a little, moving his hands a little lower. I moved against him fast, to force his hands to just grabbed my butt once and for all.

"You can stop being a gentleman now." I whispered in his ear, and in response to that he pushed me closer, making me move my right leg more up his leg. I smirked.

Ok, this is it.

I leaned towards him

But as I was about to kiss him like a hunger woman, I stopped, and let my lips slowly caress his. James, however, didn´t let me be as cute and sweet as I tried to be. He pushed me to him even more, making me gasp in surprise, which in turn cause him to slide his tongue inside my mouth.

He was great at making out. It was so sensual and sexy.

But…

Just as his hands moved under my skirt, I found myself thinking of Harry. Why the hell was I thinking about him was something that escaped my thoughts. But I was. Remembering his touches, his hands, his lips… and it aroused me even more, just thinking about having them both touching me…

I'm sick and perverted, maybe?

Somehow, I found myself back in the VIP dance floor, pinned against a wall by James with my legs around his hips and his hands on my butt.

"I wanted to do this so much." He said in my ear.

I grinned. "And now you don´t?"

"Of course I want to." James stated, but stopped nonetheless. I looked at him surprised. "But I don´t think it's a good place."

"Why not?" I wondered. It was clear no one there would mind, seeing as many of them were already at it.

"Call me old-fashioned… But I don´t think you would like it here." He said, with his eyes darker than normal. I smirked, pushing him toward our table until he was pin against the opposite wall and I was between his legs; we were covered from the sight of the outside world by some curtains.

"Are you sure?" I asked at the same time I knelt between his legs and started unzipping his pants.

"Lula…" He said in a low voice between clenched teeth. I thought maybe he wanted to make me stop, but I didn´t pay attention. I was too occupied moving his boxer out of the way. He had Irish clover's boxer, and in my almost too drunk state I wondered how they would fit me. James' hands went to my hair, caressing my head.

It wasn´t the same caress of Harry, it was more… loving and tender. Not as if I was a good pet. I wasn't really sure what I liked more.

"Lula, are you sure?" He asked when I was just about to touch his groin.

I smirked. Yes, I did remember what I said about not doing it before they do it first. But it was James Bourne, right? And he was nice. He didn´t seem like the type to cheat.

I didn´t voice my words but instead opened my mouth, moving down slowly, seductively, over his member, and then up again. I heard him moan, and as his caresses on my head turned more desperate. I started to move faster.

But he didn´t let me finish my perfect job. He took me up from my shoulders, and kissed me sweetly on the lips, dragging me closer to him until my breasts were pressed against his chest.

I put my legs at his side, but didn´t moved forward. It felt… weird. Maybe he was right, and the old fashion style was better?

James sighed against my neck, hugging me to him, feeling his body next to mine, grinding and binding. "I think I'm falling for you." He admitted as I started to move up and down slowly, just to feel him.

That left me confused. What kind of guy told you that after so little time? It wasn´t normal. Particularly when you weren´t sure at all if that was what you wanted. Or what you were feeling.

Instead of answering him, I fastened up my moves, and I kissed him deeply, passionately, gasping for air.

"James…" I said in a low voice, collapsing over him. My dress was up to my waist, and his hands were on my naked hips, over the little cords of my thong.

If there was something better than The Circle Club for a date, I wasn´t sure what.

Yeay! I'm slowly recouping reviewers! Thanks to all of you who don´t forgot this! And because I'm feeling all mighty and all XD, I'm going to offer the first three paragraphs to the first two reiewers XD

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