Two of a Kind
2.
The morning after, Chuck watched a impeccable-dressed Blair approaching the group of the most popular girls with a kind and gleeful smile on her lips. While Blair was talking, Lizette barely glanced at her, looking as she was making a big and charitable effort to listen to her. Chuck smirked, because he knew that Lizette's cold and haughty attitude must be really annoying for a proud girl like Blair, but she didn't show any sign of noticing it. The smile was plastered on her face, while her hand took the invitations for theexclusive party of Teen Vogue -courtesy of Eleonor's acquaintances - out of her handbag. Chuck saw the chicks' eyes lit up at the sight, but Lizette was still cold and gave only a quick look at the invitations, nodding.
Chuck moved closer to them, hands in his pockets and eyes elsewhere, until he could hear Blair's words, uttered with a angelic voice: "The party's really classy, I can't invite anyone but you. See you tonight, girls. I'm picking you up at eight." Polite, obliging, almost submissive.
Those words would seal Lizette Grant's end.
Walking away from the group, Blair went near Chuck and greeted him absent-mindedly without stopping, but her brown eyes glanced at him eloquently during the few seconds they were close, a look that Chuck could easily read: It's your turn, Bass. Don't you dare to fail. Then she reached Nate and became all sweet and sugary, throwing herself in his embrace.
Chuck knocked at the door of the Grants' penthouse around six. Lizette lived there with her father, who was currently abroad for business.
"And why Chuck Bass stopped by to see me?" she asked coldly, but she leaned seductively against the door frame, letting him peek at her cleavage. Chuck flashed her his most charming smile.
"I'm here to pay homage to the Queen." He whispered alluringly, taking her hand in his and kissing it, his eyes fixed on her emotionless face.
"And to add a point in your score? No, thanks." she rejected him, but didn't move to close the door. Chuck was appreciating her feigned resistance, the game was more entertaining this way. Of course Blair's plan could work without the sex, but his pride claimed it. Moreover, bedding Lizette Grant would be good for his already enviable reputation. Bragging for this conquest would make him the hero of all his preppy schoolmates, it didn't matter if they were old or new money.
He moved closer until her breath caressed his lips, his hands travelling on her hips covered with satin and on her bare thighs underneath the short skirt. She shivered under his touch and Chuck held back a smirk of triumph.
"But the conquest is yours, Lizette. I can't stop thinking of you. Of your lips, your breasts, your ass…" Entranced, hungry, his fingers touching the parts he mentioned.
"Really?"
"I want you." He said hoarsely and abruptly pulled her closer for a passionate kiss which took her breath away, a kiss which had won over many women before her, older and more experienced.
When they pulled apart, her eyes were sparkling with lust, but her voice was still icy:
"Nobody will know."
"I will, that's all that matters." He reassured her and they kissed again, entering.
"You were incredible." He complimented her afterwards, automatically.
"You too." She said in the same dispassionate tone, but her voice still trembled a little for her latest orgasm. Chuck smiled smugly. "But now you have to go. I must get ready for the party, the limo is coming in one hour and my friends don't need to see you."
"As you wish." Chuck said courteously, looking forward to seeing that haughty bitch humiliated. He accurately but quickly put on his clothes. Pleasure comes first, but now he had to think of his duty.
When Chuck came back into her room with two flutes of champagne, Lizette had just finished taking a shower. Her hair was wet, the locks hanging like tendrils, her face had no make-up on, and the terry, pink bathrobe covered her generous curves. She glanced at him, surprised.
"You're still here..?"
"I've brought you some champagne." He said gallantly, handing her a flute. "Dom Pérignon Rosé 1996. Such a unforgettable encounter must be properly celebrated, my Queen."
Lizette eyed him with a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Maybe we can do it again, one day or another." She conceded, full of herself. Chuck avoided telling her what he had in mind –that she was the one who had had multiple orgasms calling his name and that as far as he was concerned, once had been enough- and lifted up his flute with a charming smile.
"To the hottest girl I've ever met," he toasted, lying unashamedly. Even Blair herself, who was a virgin, was hotter than her. He watched Lizette drinking all her champagne and his smile became a satisfied smirk. A sip would have been enough, but now the victory was sure.
At eight, Chuck saw the limo with Blair and the girls arriving in front of Lizette's building. She didn't go out to meet them, for reasons he knew very well and, after awhile, Blair got off the vehicle with the others. "Perhaps something happened to her," she exclaimed, worried, pushing the door. "Oh! It's open." He had made sure it was, of course.
Chuck would have liked to witness the girls' discovery, but being there would have compromised him ah Blair's plan, so he simply pictured their shocked –and secretly pleased- faces when they found the impeccable Lizette Grant unconscious and dishevelled on the floor, wearing only a bathrobe, with pills and white powder everywhere in the room, a empty bottle in a puddle of champagne and the empty packaging of a condom on her night table, a bonus Chuck was glad to give Blair. He smirked devilishly, proud of himself: he had had fun drugging her and setting up all that. Now all Blair had to do was taking a picture and sending it to Gossip Girl. The fall of the Queen would cause a great scandal and Blair, showing up at the Teen Vogue party with the most rich and popular girls of the Constance the same evening, would focus the attention of everybody on herself as the new likely Queen. But she had to make sure they treated her as a leader, not as someone only exploited for her invitations.
However, Blair didn't disappoint him.
"We can go without her." said one of the girls, curly hair and big breasts, while they were exiting the building. Chuck vaguely remembered her, perhaps because he had screwed her, but he wasn't so sure.
Blair didn't even look at her and kept walking with her chin up.
"I don't know. Like I've said, it's classy. And perhaps Lizette needs her friends."
"We don't care about her," another quickly declared. "We've called an ambulance. She'll be fine."
"Of course."
"I don't know…" Blair played them along, smartly and wickedly, the invitations in her hands, right under their noses.
Obviously they all started coaxing her:
"C'mon, Blair, let's go. So tomorrow at lunch we'll talk about it."
"Yes, and you're wearing a fabulous dress. You must parade it at the party."
"You've great hair, too. I wish I had your curls."
Chuck smirked and went away. He didn't need to keep listening to know that the plan completely succeeded. Blair was really amazing, he had never met such a smart, ambitious and unscrupulous girl.
Gossip Girl immediately sent the blast to everyone. Chuck enjoyed it from his suite, while smoking a joint:
During the French Revolution, the Queen lost her head. You're lucky, L: You've lost only your clothes…and your dignity. On the other hand, Blair Waldorf hasn't wasted time: after the Teen Vogue party, the jewel everyone will talk about is the crown on her little freshman head. What now? If I remember correctly my history classes, the answer is: the Terror. I know you won't disappoint me, B.
In the meantime, you know you love me. XOXO
"One of our most spectacular victories, I'd say." commented Chuck, glad that the memory had put his beautiful girlfriend in a good mood. Blair nodded enthusiastically and her hair tickled his neck.
"Lizette didn't dare show her face at school again and everybody talked about me for weeks." She bragged happily, swinging her legs like a little girl. Then she added, annoyed: "Until Serena showed up at a party with Prince Henry."
"Anyway, you've been great." He praised her, putting an arm under her knees to lift her as he stood up. Blair gave a start and instinctively grabbed his shoulders, then she giggled cheerfully, putting her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing?"
Chuck didn't answer, but carried her in his arms until they reached his bed, like a newlywed with his lovely bride. He dropped her on the mattress, kneeled at her feet and started unlacing the clasp on the ankle of one of her fashionable shoes. He took off and dropped her cerulean Manolos on the floor while Blair watched him, blushing and with a delighted smile on her lips. Chuck put her gracious feet in his lap and when he started massaging them, Blair started and held her breath, then mewled, closing her eyes and relaxing.
"It feels so good" she sighed, spreading her arms against the pillows. Chuck smiled, moving his fingers on her skin exactly like the geisha had done on his a few years before. He had met that gorgeous woman with little but skilful hands in Tokyo and he had spent several hours finding out with extreme pleasure that she had a great knowledge of human body.
Of course, those were details Blair didn't need to know, he though with a bit of insolence, while he was rubbing her left foot.
"You're good." She said softly, looking at him affectionately through her long eyelashes. "I'm so relaxed, now."
"I'm glad." He whispered honestly, with a tender smile. "I needed a break, too."
"I'm sure you'll be able to open your club soon." She said right away, passionately and she was so candid and confident that Chuck felt incredibly happy that she supported him and at the same time extremely scared by the chance of disappointing her.
Blair's was the kind of encouragement he had always wanted from Bart, but it was also what he had constantly run away from, scared of not being worthy of it. But this time he wouldn't fail. He would prove to Blair that he was the successful businessman she saw in her fantasies.
At any cost.
Something on his face must have shown his inner discomfort because Blair's eyes became sweet and gentle, her voice comforting. Or perhaps he simply couldn't hide anything from her: she could say if he was truly okay after one look.
"I've read the projects of the club – It's a good investment." She declared, positive. "Like Victrola, and you planned it at seventeen, Chuck. Now, I know you're not a patient man…" her voice became a bit teasing at those words and he smiled, amused. "…but it's only a matter of time. After all," and here she became flirtatious, "I know pretty well that it's impossible to resist you."
"And you're my toughest critic." He quoted and suddenly, remembering that morning, he realized that Blair had always been there. Truly, I'm proud. Don't be nervous. I wouldn't miss it. Words uttered in a light voice, but so heavy with value, for him. Blair had supported him since the very beginning.
They didn't know they were in love yet and it was already the two of them.
"Thank you." He added fondly, for everything. Blair was satisfied by the serene sound of his voice and relaxed again against the big cushions, visibly happy of having reassured him.
Chuck travelled his fingers on her graceful ankle, rubbing a special spot which made her moan. Blair's reactions to his touch always pleased him, her purrs and groans and sighs were so passionate and heated, a real aphrodisiac. It was incredible how much vocal she was in her displays of pleasure. At the time of Lizette Grant he wouldn't have believed it.
"Maybe when I'm done, you can return the favour." Chuck suggested after awhile, his eyes fixed on her soft and delicate skin. He had said it half-jokingly, but really would appreciate a massage. He was so stressed after what had happened with Serena and Carter Baizen. She had been a real bitch, ruining his chances with the investors, and Baizen… well, he was in New York, and that was enough to piss Chuck off.
"What? Are you kidding me?" Blair said, disdainfully. "You want me to touch your sweaty feet, which have been inside your shoes the whole day?" Her tone was playful and she was looking at him with an amused sparkle in her half-closed eyes.
"Forget it, Bass." She said, disgusted.
"So, it's like that, is it?"
She nodded cheerfully, in all her haughty glory. Chuck smirked wickedly and grabbed her ankle, then began tickling her under the foot. Blair immediately started laughing, protesting and struggling to free herself, arching her back and squirming with wild moves he found extremely erotic. Chuck kept holding and tickling her mercilessly, ignoring her yells and pleas mixed with laughs.
"Say you're sorry, Blair." He ordered, tickling a particularly sensitive area.
He must admit she was a stubborn woman. It took another three minutes of punishment to make her apologize properly. Satisfied, he freed and then watched her, who was still and panting on the bed, with her cheeks burning and her chest shaking. Her hair was ruffled and her dress crumpled, the skirt raised enough to let him peek at her delectable thighs.
Blair's wild moves had already aroused him; this view made him want her right away. She was so dishevelled and flushed, almost as he had already fucked her… absolutely irresistible.
Immediately Chuck was on top of her, who eyed him raising an eyebrow.
"And now what do you think you're doing?"
Chuck leered at her and yanked the hem of her skirt to raise it completely. He looked at Blair with approval when he noticed her choice of lingerie – made for his benefit and nobody else's: her black panties were small, transparent and absolutely hot. Blair smiled mischievously, unbuttoning his trousers and moaned when he touched her between her thighs, rubbing with his thumb.
Chuck smiled smugly when he saw her eyes sparkle with desire and need and groaned when her petite fingers undid the fly of his pants and slipped into his boxers, caressing him with a languid rhythm which would soon drive him crazy, as his impudent Blair knew well.
He leaned over to kiss her hungrily but when his lips brushed hers, Blair hiccupped violently and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, also stopping the stimulating caress of the other. Chuck wasn't very pleased, but when he noticed her unreasonable embarrassment, he couldn't help laughing.
"Stop laughing! It's your fault!" Blair reproached him and pushed him away with both her hands on his chest, sitting. "Go and bring me a glass of water. Immediately." She commanded, frowning and crossing her arms in the icy and majestic attitude of a Queen painted on a piece of art.
Until she hiccupped again.
"I'm going." He said hastily to avoid her glorious fury. Moreover, he wanted to do this task and resume their previous activities. He was going when he had an idea, so he turned towards her, leering.
"Well?" she asked impatiently, after awhile.
"I was wondering… you know, I've never done it with a girl who has the hiccups… maybe we could…"
"Chuck!" Blair protested, so he smirked and turned to fetch her some water. He was about to go when she added, wit a soft purr: "Come here."
When Chuck reached her on the bed, all he could think was that Blair was pure perfection.
End
Author's Notes:
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