A/N: I think I used fuck a lot in here and yes there are lyrics...I love music...all my fics have lyrics in them. It's my inspiration other than Spashley themselves.
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Turquoise.
My new favorite color and the best place of employment for a student.
A great place to 'meet' people late at night.
Good times…very good times. I love it. I've met some really interesting people here and have seduced many women into the employee bathrooms. It's not that it takes much. I mean hey, you can never go wrong with free drinks and special 'VIP' treatment.
Plus, my killer looks never hurt anyone - physically that is.
But besides all that, there is this one girl that I've had my eye on for almost two months. Every Friday night when the doors open at 10 PM she's here, til the lights are switched on at 3 AM to kick everyone out and close up. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen but there's something about her makes me nervous and jittery – and I never get that way around a woman, ever.
I've got to have this girl.
There have only been two encounters that hardly count as time to make my lust for her known. Both accidental and I make myself pretty much invisible as soon as a there's a possibility she'll notice me. Once, while I was returning from emptying the overflow of trash in the back she passed with a few girlfriends heading into the restroom yelling obscenities. The other, she slipped on a patch of floor that had just been mopped near the entrance and I caught her arm. Most times I'd make sure the person was okay but I quickly scurried away when my stomach flipped and I felt a jolt in my hand from the touch point of her elbow. I made sure to refresh her drink that was spilled. I sent it over to her, care of another bartender and made sure to avert my gaze, slightly ducking when she was informed of who sent her the drink. I don't know what it is about her that makes me so flustered, maybe it's the chase.
Okay maybe I'd have to make myself known to her to consider her as a chase but it'd probably be a waste of time.
Why? You ask.
My beautiful eye candy comes in here every weekend with a group of the snottiest people I've ever seen in my life and on her arm is the biggest douche bag of all, Aiden Dennison. Everyone knows Aiden around here. He grew up here and his family is well know for all of the charitable work his parents and grandparents have done but he is a far stretch from what I would call hospitable. Any time I've encountered him he comes across as a pompous ass, throwing his money around and groping anything with legs and a vagina in between them.
I think once he reached under a skirt and felt a bulge. He was definitely not expecting it as his face instantly paled and he ran to wash his hands while the girl – guy – whatever, just smirked and walked away.
I hate the guy. Not so much because he's an ass, because let's face it I'm not the most pleasant person all the time, but what makes me hate him is that of all nights that I have to see him he is sporting my girl on his arm. Something tells me that she's not the total bitch that all of her so called friends seem to be. She seems caring and all of the bartenders seem to only have kind words to say about her.
Actually, not to be blunt, but they freaking love her. I've only been here a short time but everyone says she has been dancing and partying here for a few months before I joined the staff.
Same routine every time, dance, mingle, and hang off of Aiden's arm all night like a trophy. Yeah, I've asked about her and she apparently comes in three days a week, Friday, Saturday and most Sundays. I've been trying to switch my shifts for two weeks to work all weekend just to see her.
Damn Kat and her seniority rule, her exact words were, 'get one of those old fools to switch days with you and you can do as you please. You're a damn fine worker kid but they love they're shifts so good luck'.
I haven't ruled out bribery yet but so far, no such luck.
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I'm on my way to work now. I'm so anxious and can't wait for my beauty to show.
Have I mentioned how the girl moves?
Like a complete Goddess on the dance floor.
It's like every song was made with a rhythm only for her ears to hear and only her body to move to.
I've messed up a helluva a lot of drinks and given the wrong change watching her sometimes. Some things should be illegal and her out on that floor doing the things she does is one of them. I've pictured myself in the place of whoever she is dancing with on many occasions but all that does is get me hot so I try to steer towards more PG thoughts. Not always succeeding though. I've lost count on how many times I've woken up with her name on my lips and my hand in my boxers the next morning.
She'd probably have a heart attack if she knew the things I thought about her and my bed – or the one time in the park, or the time the elevator got stuck, or that time she did this thing where she was hanging and – you get the point.
My name is Spencer Carlin and I have a problem.
Her name is Ashley Davies.
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It's been two weeks since my last attempt to steer some of the bartenders on my side and switch schedules and finally a breakthrough.
It's not a good situation how it happened but I'm so excited that I almost forgot to send flowers to Sid. Apparently she got into some huge fight with one of her stallions this weekend and the thing bucked her off and nearly trampled her. She has a few broken bones but is assuring us that she's coming in to work as soon as she can.
Kat told her not to worry and that she could take all the time she needs because we are well covered. If she does come back she can only work during the days when there is little to no one here and she's doing little to no labor.
Poor Sidney, but lucky me – is that mean?
Whatever.
Sid just so happens to work the late shift Thursday through Tuesday so I'm quick to jump on that.
I'll work as many days as I have to, to get to see her three days a week, even from afar.
And so far so good.
Besides the fact that I get to see Ashley almost every weekend, this works out so much better for my school work and I have much more time to rest than I previously did.
I've been laying low and just watching her interact with her surroundings.
She seems to be bored with Aiden lately. He's been less than attentive to her – not like he was all that much to begin with but he goes so far as to ignore her and blatantly flirt with other girls in her presence.
What an ass.
I'd drop him and not think twice but she acts as if she doesn't care and that it's not even happening at all. No way would I ever be okay with that.
My foot would be connected with his crotch by now and I'd be pissy drunk.
Oh well, what can you do ya know.
I sent her over a few drinks on the house and again avoided any eye contact when she gazed around the club for the person they came from. It almost feels secret admirish that I do that for her but I can't help it.
Dammit I haven't said a single word to the girl and she makes me blush.
I do NOT blush!
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Another week, another night and another sexy Ashley dream.
I'm getting ready to head to work and I feel so good that I might actually feel like dancing tonight and I never dance. I feel like it's something for those who really know how and let me tell you, I don't. I'm the moronic gyrating weirdo that has the typical hands in the air, hips grinding, uncoordinated dance moves that means I'm having a good time but that I'm a terrible dancer.
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As soon as I pull up I start dreading it because tonight is the beginning of 'Ame Esas Noches Locas' season.
The first of the craziest nights of all to ever go out clubbing and I'm working it.
This is gonna be a long night and I'm gonna need a lot of rum shots to make it through to the end.
When I walk in I'm immediately thrown an apron and handed a tray of drinks and start shuffling and mingling with the already drunk patrons of the club. Kat is yelling orders left and right over the loud music.
Good thing we have the best bar staff ever or that would be complete chaos.
After about and hour and a half it calms down and we all take turns to breath and catch smoke breaks or just head to the back to get some fresh air.
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My entire break all I think of is how I haven't seen my brunette beauty at all tonight.
Tonight sucks
How does she not attend tonight?
God, I wouldn't even be able to watch her tonight without getting pummeled by some grabby drunken moron.
After my ten minutes I head back in and it's picked back up quite a bit.
I don't think I'd prefer it any other way.
If I can't drool over Ashley I might as well be too busy to have to daydream about her or wonder where she is tonight.
I head over to a few people with empty drinks and take the glasses and get a few refill orders to be returned. I make my way to the bar which is a task and put the glasses in the sink to be washed and get Bobby to make me a few fresh drinks.
I turn around to survey the crowd tonight and it's packed. It's possible we might get fire marshaled tonight. Its so many fucking people packed in here that I'm surprised that they haven't left from the heat alone. Although I have seen more skin tonight than I have in a long time. Sometimes taking a second glance at the hard bodies grinding all over the place.
On a good note though, the music tonight has had a slightly different flavor. It's pretty amazing actually. I gotta remember to ask Kat who the DJ is tonight. I could use some new mix tapes for my random apartment parties.
The bad note is that I've still been looking all over for Ashley and can't find her anywhere.
I'm pathetic.
I am almost at a blind raging panic that I can't find her in here.
It's not like her to not show or to be this late. This is one of the hottest nights to party of the year and she's missing it.
God, I could just imagine her hips moving to the beat of the current song playing. It gets pretty busy, I did mention it being the hottest night of the year, so my mind gets occupied with work but she's still lingering in the back there somewhere.
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About an hour later Kat tells me to take a fresh bottle of water and a JD and coke up to the DJ and seeing as they'd never make it to the bar and back up to the booth in time to keep the flow of songs going I take the drinks along with a few others to drop off on the way.
After about ten minutes of idle chatter and squeezing through the crowd I make it up to the DJ booth and tap slightly, just loud enough to be heard over the music. A few seconds later I'm assaulted with the sight of bare feet attached to the sexiest pair of tan legs that peak out under the smallest pair of black shorts known to woman leading up to a large white belt fitted over a form fitting black halter top tied around the neck and a loose curled ponytail a top her head.
I'm so blown away that I just hand her the drinks and start to ask if there was anything else she needed until I look her in the eyes.
Holy fuck it's Ashley! She's a DJ?!
"I-um-do you-uh-yeah-I'm just gonna-" and I point back out to the crowd and hastily make an exit and return to the bar.
Ohmygosh my heart! I can't slow my breathing.
She's even more breathtaking up close.
I get my chance to talk to her and I can't even say hi to the girl.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"Carlin! You alright" Kat says coming over to check on me. Apparently I'm worse off then I thought.
"Yeah I just-you never said-" I put my finger up to tell her to hold on and let me catch my breath.
Bobby, the muscle as we call him, in his tight shirt and loose buttons showing of his disgusting chest hair comes rushing over when he sees me huddled over at the end of the bar. "Jesus kid. Kat what's wrong with Spencer?"
"I'm not too sure yet, B. She just seems a little out of breath for now. I'll let you know if I need you later. Go and help those customers for me, will ya? I'm gonna take Carlin in to my office."
Kat takes my hand and leads me to her office with her hand on my back to guide me. When we get in her office my face pales when I realize that I pretty much just blew my chances with the girl of my dreams. I just sit down in one of the chairs in the office and my mind wanders trying to think of ways to fix this. Then all of a sudden it hits me – Kat sent me up there. I glare at her and she has this mischievous look on her face. "How could you?"
"How could I what Spencer. You've been pawning over that girl for weeks now. I just thought I'd help but from the looks of it she gave it to you pretty hard. Are you okay?"
"Am I okay?! Am I – Kat you just sent me to my doom. I was unprepared and by the time I realized who she was I was too flustered to even talk to her. I just bolted. I don't even think I gave her her drinks."
She's trying hard to hold in her laughter and failing terribly. "I guess my suggestion to wear little clothing because it gets so hot up there paid off. I've never seen you like this over a girl. Don't think I don't notice your long breaks and the occupied employee bathrooms. I see all that goes on here, including your fascination with little Ashley. You must really like this one kid."
"I think that may be an understatement." I let out a dry laugh and sigh putting my head in my hands. "What am I gonna do now?"
"Now," she pauses for a second "you're gonna go request a song and tell her it's time for her break so you'll be sending up Hector in her place for the night."
"WHAT!? I can't go back up there. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a complete idiot."
"I don't think so. Maybe a little spazy or caught off guard but not an idiot. I actually think she may like you back. She was asking me the other day abou-"
"Wait a second, you mean to tell me that she asked you about me and you never said anything. Kat come on."
"Spencer would you have wanted me to tell her that you've grilled everyone about her and damn near threatened the staff to get your schedule changed so that you could see her every night she's here? No, so I kept quiet for her the same way I have for you. I think you girls may have a lot in common. You should try talking to her again. Like I said, I think she likes you too."
I scoff "Please. She's so wrapped up in that arrogant, muscle head boyfriend of hers that I'm surprised that she even knows I exist anyway."
"Spencer, Aiden's not her boyfriend. He-"
I cut her off. "Right and I'm straight and think Bobby is sexy."
"Okay, he's a little old for you but really, Ashley told me that she and Aiden are old friends – grew up together. She's been in Colorado with her dad and just moved out to L.A. for school. UCLA I believe – isn't that where you're going. Humph, shame you've never bumped into each other before." She finishes smirking at me.
I'm at a loss for words now. I may have a chance with her after all.
Can you believe that she actually goes to school with me and I never knew?!
It's fate.
I'm going to talk to her.
I have to now.
I breathe out slowly and finally am able to regulate my breathing now so I try standing slowly and smile over at Kat. "Thanks. I'm still angry with you for not warning me first but thank you."
"Would you have gone up there if you knew she was up there?"
"Of course. She's the DJ I have no probl – okay fine, probably not. She's just so, perfect. I can see myself with someone like her. Not like all these other girls out here, like really be with her. She's not like her friends. She seems different, in a good way. A good kind of different but it scares me that she makes me feel all flustered and butterflies get in my stomach and my brain is mush around her."
Kat walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "You've got it bad kid." She laughs heartily at me. "Just so you know, I put in a good word for you so don't worrying too much. Just try to be calm. Now go out there and relieve the poor girl so I can pay her."
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A week later and I still have my hand in my pants when I wake up in the mornings.
Call me an idiot but I didn't pursue Miss Davies.
I'm officially a chickenshit.
But I have the night off since Sid is surprisingly well and Kat is sure that she can cover her shift since the rush of partying is over. I'm sad but Kat assures me that if Sid can't cut it then I'll take her position permanently…Yay!
That's also the reason I'm on my way to Turquoise as we speak. I'm making a pit stop at Michelle's so that she can make me glamorous. Her exact words were, 'we're going to make this Ashley chick want to take you home and fuck you senseless since your scary ass is lame and won't follow through.'
Shocked.
I know.
And she's my best friend.
The things I do for friendship.
Okay maybe her plan didn't sound so bad after all and that's why I'm parked in front of her condo in no time.
Two knocks and the door flies open with a wild eyed Chelle behind it.
She swears she doesn't do any type of drugs but the jury is still out on that verdict.
"Spen!"
"Chelle!"
"Come in, come in. You're letting my air conditioning out."
"O-kay. Whatever, let's make me gorgeous doll."
"I don't know if we have time for that Spence. I mean you only gave me an hour to work with."
"Bitch!"
She gives me her innocent smile and wink replying, "the one and only."
Half an hour later I'm showered and in my bra and panties trying to decide if I want my hair up, down, or rather waiting for Michelle to finish throwing it in my eyes while she works on her 'masterpiece of a hairdo' as she calls it.
She's wacky but she's good at what she does.
To prove my point, fifteen minutes later my hair is in a cute ponytail with loose curls in it. Not a single hair out of place. I wouldn't call it a master piece but with the makeup she perfected it makes me feel like a million bucks. Add a black bermuda shorts, a low cut blue cerulean halter with a black studded design and a pair of black strappy heels and I'm set.
I'm going for sexy, cute and innocent.
Michelle steps back and examines her work. "I'm good, like really good."
"You really think I look okay?"
"Okay? Spencer this girl will be eating out of the palm of your hands. You look perfect."
"Thanks Chelle, you really are a life saver."
"No problem. Just make sure you call me in the morning with the details."
"Why not just call you on my way home?"
"Because hopefully her tongue will be shoved so far down your throat by night's end that I'll be the last thing on your mind."
"I swear I don't know what I saw in you. You were so quiet and sweet when we first met."
"Oh Spence, that's just how you reel them in. Now you're stuck with me. Now go and have fun tonight."
We hug and I start heading out the door. "I will and thanks again. I'll call you…in the morning."
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It's 9:45 and I'm sitting at the bar chatting with Sid and Kat feeling like I'm too early for a blind date.
From the catcalls and the looks from the staff my outfit is a hit. I just hope Ashley likes it.
Bobby calls to me after about fifteen minutes of sitting there. "Hey kid, I think your girl just walked in."
"Am I THAT obvious guys?" They all just look at me and nod.
I thought I was all incognito with my stalking.
I get lost in my thoughts and by the time I'm back in real time she's at the other end of the bar and winks at Kat as she hands her a JD and coke before she even asks. I see her look in my direction and I almost turn away but she winks at me and heads off to her usual area in the club.
I've been sitting here for almost an hour, turning away any hands asking to dance, girls and guys alike. I'm just watching her. It seems now may be my chance. She's not with many of her 'friends' tonight and they've all headed in different directions of the club by now. I grab her a fresh drink and a refill of my on and make my way over to where she is. As soon as I'm within three feet of her a gentleman comes up and asks her for a dance. She almost takes his hand and then she turns to see me standing there. "There you are."
She gets up and excuses herself from the guy. "What took you so long? I feel like I've been waiting forever." I glance around us to see that she's talking to me.
This is just great. I would choose to fall for a crazy person.
I look at her like she's lost it and she just goes on with her conversation with me, or herself, I'm not so sure. "Thanks for the drink. Let's dance." She grabs the darker of the two glasses and pulls me away from where she was seated.
"O-kay," I mutter as she drags me off towards the dance floor but stops short and tells me that the guy had been asking her out for weeks and I was a lifesaver because she was sick of telling him no. I laugh despite the fact that I can't really breathe because she is still holding onto my hand but as long as she's here I'm good.
"Oh, here's your drink back. I didn't mean to steal you away like that. I guess you can get back to your company now. Have a good night." Ashley turned to walk away.
"Hey wait." I hands her the drink back "The drink was for you."
She looks at me confused for a moment. "For me? Humph."
"Yeah, I was on my way over-"
She cuts me off, "so you wanna dance?" Before I can respond she sets down both of our drinks on a nearby table. She grabs me by the wrist and I willingly follow her to the dance floor. We dance together be not 'together together'. There's a safe distance and any touching is accidental. Remember me mentioning my cool dance moves and illegal ones? We are NOT on the same page. I think my brain shut off when she touched me or I would have protested to us dancing. I can talk you in circles but this is not my element. I can't keep up with her and I'm just going to embarrass myself. Well to hell with it, I'm already out here. So much for making some of my dreams of her come true.
What makes this worse is that when she steps on the floor everyone else moves back and give her her space, knowing that a good show is coming. I shut my eyes and try not to think about the eyes that are on us but the gorgeous girl who brought me out here. After about two songs of my spazy dancing I think the crowd goes back to themselves and occupies more of the space around us. It's so much more comforting now and oh, yes, wait. There it is. She's moving closer to me and I'm trying to keep breathing and act like I don't notice. If only Michelle could see this. She'd laugh her ass of at my inability to take this girl right here in front of everyone.
OH MY GOD! She's smirking at me as she grabs my hands and pulls me towards her. I give her some cheesy version of a smile.
I feel like I'm in an inferno. It's so hot in here.
That could just be my mind playing tricks on me.
She wraps my hands around her neck and grabs onto my waist. I swear I felt a jolt of electricity go through my hips when she touched me. Gradually our hips to meet and for an instant I hesitate but then I see her eyes and she's totally having her way with me right now and she knows it.
For a few seconds I'm a bit stiff but the feeling fades as I feel her hands wrap tighter around my waist, guiding me to her steps. She moves us ever closer together and puts her thigh between mine.
I'm in fucking heaven.
I almost throw my head back as she moves her body unbelievably closer. It's almost a lover's dance. We're so close but not close enough in the way that I need her right now.
All too soon the song changes and she slows her body down and regrettably inches away from our cocoon we were creating.
Would it be pitiful if I was pouting at this moment?
I'm so caught up in trying to compensate for the heat loss that I don't realize that she is just maneuvering her body. She moves my hands around her waist and spins in my arms, bringing her back to my front. I'm literally stiff as a board. Slowly her hips start to move to a rhythm all her own, well it seems that way until I focus on the sound around me and realize the music has changed again. Something a little slower that I actually know. I relax about as much as I can and move into a slow grind with her.
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Girl I came to see you in this club tonight
We moved off the dance floor and talked for a while. Kat sent over some drinks, which we gladly accepted.
Girl I know you 'bout to show me some love tonight
I think I may be a little bit tipsy which probably why we have a gang of eyes staring at us right now.
Well you know how I do it and that's why you smilin' babe
We're dancing again.
I like how you movin' the way that you grindin' babe
This is one of those 'Ashley' songs, where no one exits but her and she's pure sex on the floor. Tonight she's using a prop as a part of her show.
Now girl live it up show me that you mean it
Me.
Work it all around I got what you need.
I'm on the verge on a mental orgasm.
Tonight I'm gonna let you feel something you ain't felt before
Forget the 1's and the 10's girl tonight I'm throwin' dubs and more
Now I see that you open in every way,
Girl I'm so focused, I ain't here to play
I'm normally watching this show from afar so this is - I can't even explain. I have ring side seats to an Ashley Davies show.
Let's go somewhere private I'm on one tonight and I'm lovin' what you doin' to me
Scratch that I am now being used as a part of the show as Ashley grinds and gyrates all over my body.
It's getting crazy 'cause you're callin' me baby and I might just believe it tonight
All around the club I see eyes on here like she's a piece of meat.
Girls and guys alike, ready to pounce.
Not tonight if I have anything to say about it. She's mine. I swear if anyone tries to-
I got what you need...
Am I dead
Maybe I'm flying.
I feel like I'm flying.
This feels warm.
Wet.
Lips.
On mine.
She's kissing me. I'd freak or pass the fuck out if it were possible right now. This is not like a peck on the lips. She's literally taking my breath away and I can't and won't do anything about it. I'm sure that the cheers and whoops I hear aren't for nothing and it all fades as soon as I hear her let out the slightest whimper.
So fucking sexy.
I'd really die if she doesn't pull away soon because no way am I breaking this contact. I've waited too damn long for this to happen and I'd die a very happy woman right now.
I can't breath and sadly it comes to an end. I'm fighting to stay standing right now and she's looking at me like all those eyes that were watching her a moment ago.
If I were brave I'd be on my way out the door with her in my arms but I'm still in shock.
A few moments of me blubbering non-English she leans in again and unfortunately passes my lips to whisper in my ear. "I saw you watching me all those nights. You send me not-so-anonymous drinks and pretend they're from other people. Why didn't you ever come say hi? I don't bite – unless you want me to." She nipped at the side of my neck with her final words and with a smirk and a wink she was gone and I was a puddle of lust and desire in the middle of the dance floor.
"Shit!"
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The next morning I wake up and guess where my hands are.
In my pants.
I can almost still smell her perfume lingering in my top.
I was too worn out to change into PJ's when I got home so I just threw my pants and heels somewhere, let my hair down and plunged under the covers.
Talk about a dream.
Having her touch embedded on my skin multiplied my fantasies by twenty.
I grab my phone and dial the number I know by heart.
"Give me all the dirty details you slut." I just laugh and dish out all the details of how my night at Turquoise went.
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Ame Esas Noches Locas = Love Those Crazy Nights
Song Used: "I Don't Mind" by Lloyd