AN: I know it's been awhile, BLAME my computer, that crashed on me and deprived me of the net for almost two weeks now (Well it feels like 2 weeks), making me go crazy. So if this story sucks in anyway, you know who/what to blame.
Warning: Chap/ 3rd part, is extremely long. The longest I ever written, approximately 21 pgs long. So I will be posting a little at a time. So you won't get bored with the darn thing.
OK, so here it is! Break out the champagne and pour me a glass, this ladies and gentlemen is going to be a bumpy ride...
Chapter 8 Part 3: It "all"comes together.
ACT I
Lois stares straight ahead, shocked by what she saw. God No! It can't be!
She grabs Chloe's hand, yanking her from the chair and pulling her along as she ran to the crowd of people. Her head spinning from what she saw, and the slight buzz from the drinks.
"Lois! What's wrong with you?" Chloe asked, when they finally stopped.
"He's here!" panic stricken in her voice.
"Who? Lex?" Chloe's face twisting up in confusion.
"No!" Lois shouts, eyes frantically searching the faces around her. Hoping they were playing tricks on her, a very cruel trick.
It dawns on Chloe who she meant and started to get nervous, herself. Great! The storm is nearing, only a matter of time now. She takes a deep breath and exhales, "Lois exactly, who do you think you saw?"
"Clark...he's here!"
"Are you sure? Maybe you just saw someone who looked like him." Chloe tells her, trying to convince, make her believe she didn't see, what Chloe no doubt knows she saw.
"It was him! He was wearing that shirt I got him for his last birthday."
"Are you sure you're not seeing things? I mean it's not the only 'one' in the world."
Lois stops and glares at her. "I know what I saw, he was right over here!"
"Lois, you just knocked back two beers in under a minute. I'm pretty sure you're seeing probably anything right now." Chloe stating matter-of-fatly.
"Look, I saw him before I even had a drop of alcohol coursing through my system." Lois places her hand on her head, trying to steady it from the room that appeared to be spinning. "OK, that's the last time I drink and run."
"You, OK?" Chloe asks, concerned. Seeing Lois starting to weave around, she grabs her arm to support her. Lois turns green, wrapping her left arm around her stomach, her other hand still supporting her head. "I'm not feeling so good."
"Lois, you did drink those beers pretty fast, and on an empty stomach. You need to sit down before you pass out on the floor." Chloe places her hand on Lois' back and arm ushering her over to their table, before she faints.
"No, Chloe. I need the bathroom, quick! I'm going to be sick!" Lois mumbles through her hand, clasped over her mouth, breaking from Chloe and rushes to-wards the bathroom.
Lana appears in front of Lois, her shirt drenched with beer. That spilled on her when Lois snatched Chloe away from the table. "Thanks for the shower guys, and I just bought this shirt too."
"LANA, MOVE!" Lois screams, clasping her stomach. Feeling the affects of the alcohol doing a number to her insides.
"Are you, OK? You look a bit green there." Lana noticing her sick complexion.
Lois clenches her mouth with both hands trying to stop the flow that threaten to pour out, Lana's yapping only making the nausea worser. Before she could stop herself, the beer and what little contents she had in her stomach erupted from her mouth going all over Lana's face and shirt. Chunks clung to her hair and skin, dripping down onto her jeans and shoes. A $132 dollar outfit not even worn for two hours yet, covered by the smelly remains of Lois' stomach.
Everyone in the restaurant and even the band stops and gasps as they stare at Lana covered with puke. She looking as though she wants to cry, her bottom lip quivering, holding her arms from her vomit covered body. Others around her snicker and chuckle to themselves at her misfortune, some hold their nose, and make faces at the smell reverberating from her.
Lois grabs a napkin from a nearby table wiping some saliva from her lips. "I'm ok...I'm ok...You guys go back to you're business." showing a smugged look on her face, feeling sorry for her, but only a little. It's not like she meant to do it, Lana was in her way, and she couldn't hold it down any longer.
She pats Lana on her back. "Let's get you back to the room, and cleaned up."
Lana could only nod, too embarrassed and shocked to speak. Chloe makes her way through the crowd to them, surprised by the sight before her.
"Whoa!..." About to make a comment but thinks against it as she sees the startled look on Lana's face. Chloe goes up to her side, Lois already on the other helping her through the people.
"What happen?" Chloe mouths to Lois behind Lana's back. Lois just shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. They led Lana through the snickering people, staring and whispering about the "pink one" the girls helped out the restaurant.
She steps into the steaming shower, relaxing as the hot water rolled down her body. She rubs her hands through her hair, standing under the water. Letting it stream down her face, feeling guilty about what happen earlier. Even though she knew it wasn't entirely her fault, but somehow she couldn't help but feel that somewhere people were cheering. She shakes her head quickly dismissing the thought. Her stomach feeling allot calmer, and head not spinning as much.
Lois grabs the sponge hanging on the bath hook, and squeeze some bath wash on it. Slowly she scrubs her arms and neck. She sighs, breathing in deeply the scent of strawberries & cream, then exhales. Listening to the calming affects of the water hitting against the floor, and the sound it makes as it rushes from the shower head. She closes her eyes inhaling the steam from the hot water, glad there was even some left after Lana's very much needed, shower. The heat from the water puts her mind and body in peace, hypnotizing her to the tranquility of her surroundings.
Suddenly, Lois feels a light tapping on her shoulder, but thinks nothing of it. Just assuming it was the droplets of water falling onto her.
It happens again, this time becoming aware that it felt more like a person's touch. Quickly she turns around, knowing she's the only one in the room, but looking anyway.
Nothing, no one there behind her, just steam and the opposite wall of the shower. Her heart pounding slightly from the ordeal, but not taking a second thought about it, she returns to enjoying the heated water.
A few minutes later Lois freezes at the feel of a finger sliding down her back bone. She speeds around, heart racing through her chest. Eyes wide, scanning the shower, then opening the glass doors to scan the bathroom,...nothing!
She groans, rubbing her head. "Damn, alcohol."
She steps back inside closing the glass door, shrugging. She grabs the shampoo bottle, about to pour some in her hands. But drops it to the floor as she feels two strong arms snake around her waist. Lois spins around again quicker then before, this feeling a little too real.
Turning around into the chest of someone, slowly her eyes gaze from hard toned packs, traveling up a very muscular chest to the face of the last person she expected. Staring at his charming toothy, boyish grin, and deep blue eyes always turning her into a giddy school girl inside. Her reason for avoiding them when speaking to him.
"Cl- Clark!" Lois stumbled, her tongue becoming tied. Not believing he was actually standing there in front of her, just as bare. He making his grin even bigger at the sound of his name, and not one of the many nicks she gave him.
"Shh." he saids, placing his finger on her soft lips. Backing her against the wall, chests touching. He smiles wider, hearing and feeling the pounding of her heart.
Clark leans his face close to hers. "No more running." he whispers against her ear, his voice deep and husky. Lois shudders at his warm breath against her skin as he talks, making her stomach flutter inside.
Before she could utter one of the many questions swarming in her head, he presses his lips hard against hers in an intoxicating kiss. She closes her eyes not even trying to fight, giving in to what she wanted to do since the first time.
He lifts her up against the wall allowing her to wrap her legs around him. She grabs him by his hair pulling him to her lips, kissing him furiously. Not caring how he found her, or how he slipped pass Chloe or Lana. She wasn't even going to question it, all she knew was that he's there and there was no way, she's going to put a stop to it this time.
She moans softly as he kisses her neck running his hands over her breasts, caressing her nipples with his fingers. He returns back to her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She rakes her nails against his back, moaning against his sweet lips, he rubs his hands along her thighs, making her crave more of his pleasure.
Knocking sounds at the door. "Lois, You OK in there?" Chloe yells from behind the door worried, knowing she's been in there for hours now.
Lois jumps from the sudden banging on the door, she looks around, seeing she's alone. Her head slightly pounding, realizing the whole thing was just a dream. "Ugh! I really need to quit drinking!"
"Lois!" Chloe calls again. "You, OK?"
"Yeah, Clo I'm fine!" Lois yells back, causing her head to pound more, she puts both hands to her head. She looks around puzzled by what happen to her. Was she really dreaming about having sex with Clark of all people! She shakes her head again trying to get the mental pictures out, with no success.
"Well, hurry up! Chrissy will be here in half an hour, it's almost Seven."
"Alright I'm coming out the shower now!" wrapping a towel around herself and doing as she said.
Chrissy led the girls down a secret hall holding many doors. Each door leading to a different "Unofficial" cruise game, each one doing something completely different from the other.
Chrissy stopped in front of the door, where they would be engaging in the challenge for the evening. She straighten up her wear for the night, a purple low cut v-neck shirt, showing more cleavage then what lawfully should be allowed. With a tight khaki skirt, and silver chain hung loosely around her waist for a belt.
"OK, now a little warning." Chrissy saids, standing in front of the huddled girls.
"You wait all this time, and Now you're warning us?" Lois saids, sarcastically emphasizing on the word 'now'.
"Well, it shouldn't really be a problem. Just know that there will be a little examination before you're deemed fit for the game."
"What do you mean examination and fit? Like a physical test of strength and endurance?" Chloe asked.
"Right!" she saids rolling her eyes. "These games are enter at you own risk, like we care if anyone isn't physically capable of handling the challenge, that's their problem. But don't worry about that, like I said I'm going to take you slow tonight. The only physical problems you need to worry about is your looks, and since I see no real problem. You guys seriously don't need to worry."
"What is this "Beauty Pageant" or something...examination of our looks?" Lois growing impatient with the tart, in front of her.
"No, but you will be classified by you're beauty. Whether you're drop dead gorgeous or just make people drop dead."
"What!" the girls asked, clearly confused and starting to have second thoughts about these so called "games".
She rolls her eyes again, making Lois want to snatch them from her head and stump them into the ground. "I'll explain everything once we're inside, you'll understand then."
She turns toward the door, pounding five times, pauses, then two more times. The door creaks open, and a low voice is heard. "Password."
Chrissy puts on a cheesy grin and saids in the most annoying high pitch cheer-leading voice they ever heard. "Sex is a girl's best friend."
Lois points her finger in her mouth wanting to gag, Chloe and Lana raising their brow at the scene before them. Is she serious, what the hell were they getting themselves in to?
The door opens and Chrissy stands to the side letting the girls walk in first, the door closing behind them. They enter a small black painted room poorly lit, maybe how they wanted it, a silver metal table in front of them accompanying two young guys dressed in fine black suits.
"Come in, come in." one of the guys from the table say.
The girls walk closer, stopping a few feet in front of them. Chloe and Lana looking a bit scared not knowing what to expect, while Lois stood there arms folded over her chest, not to be intimidated by anyone. Chrissy walks over to the two at the table sitting on the corner and crossing her legs.
"OK, what kind of freaky stuff is this." Lois speaks out, the heavy silence in the room killing her. "Is this some kind of an occult and we happen to be the stupid ditsy blonds, going to be sacfficed..."
Chloe looks at Lois and rolls her eyes about the "blond" comment.
"...Actually believing the Vixen about the so-called "games". Which is just code for, if you come your ass is gone. Cuz I would have you know, I am the daughter of a three star general, and if Me or any of my friends are touched in any way..."
"Well Chrissy, I see you have brought quite a group this time. Girls with quite some neurons firing through their brains. Should be fun to see how this turns out." the other guy saids cutting Lois off, he talking in a dignified manner.
"Well, I do try." Chrissy saids smugly.
"This being your first times here I can see what you guys must be thinking, but I assure you Miss -..." looking at Lois.
"Lane." she saids flatly.
"Lane...that we aren't an occult, just "Hosts" of pure entertainment."
"Seriously suggest that you use your money in a more useful way."
"Where would the fun be in that?" the other said.
The lights come on fully, revealing the acute room and hosts. They stand from their seats and began to peal away their suits. Showing their true selves through all the professional image they wore. They were nothing more but regular teens, like every guy on the cruise.
"What's with the getup?" Lois smirks eying the plain ordinary guys before them.
"We like to be dramatic...scare the hell outta people."
The girls roll their eyes, couldn't believe they were going along with this. The guys walk in front of the table siting on the edge. Glancing at the girls figures, looking over every curve on their bodies.
"Alright Ladies show us the goods."
"Excuse me!" they shout.
"We're not perverts, just a little display."
"Turn around we want to see the whole package."
"You have got got be kidding me?" Chloe saids, about to burst a vein.
"There's no harm in just looking." he replies.
"Ugh! you guys are freaken jer..."
Lois spins Chloe around before she could finish , turning around also, Lana doing the same. The guys grin, peering at their tight bottoms, and well defined curves.
"Alright..."
They turn back around to face them at this, waiting for him to continue. "...you guys are in. The games will start soon. Chrissy will fill you in on the details." he quickly saids, before they both disappear into another room.
"Follow me." they walk through a thick curtain into what appeared to be a club.
It was filled with 20 other girls, attractive and hand selected for just the purpose of exploiting them through this game. Huge pink sofas and fancy big round white pillows were all around, some being used by the beauties, others stood, conversing among themselves or preparing to do whatever this game was. Colorful lights flashed around controlled by the booth in the center.
One of the guys from the previous room siting inside, wide screens around his mini control station. Setting up the night's events, and making sure everything was a 'go', on the guy's side as well. He puts on a mix tape of jumpin club music, cranking up the volume, while some of the girls in the room began to move their bodies seductively to the music. He eyed their bodies twisting and turning to the beat, licking his lips and letting his mind wander.
Lois, Chloe, and Lana looks around not seeing what the heck this game could be, so far it looked like an all girls club. Not much of anything happening but dancing, drinking and loud music.
"It looks like Lana threw up in here." Lois grunted.
"It looks like Barbie threw a major PG-18 sleep over." Chloe added.
"This place is awesome!" Lana said heading over to a table serving drinks.
"She would." Lois sneers, rolling her eyes, making Chloe laugh.
Lois turns, noticing words projected on the wall by a purple light hanging from the ceiling. Displayed over two huge wooden, fancy framed doors. White columns on either side of the doors, covered with fake but realistic vines bearing red full roses.
"The Kissing Booth!" Lois saids in disbelief, reading the words. "What is this 7th grade! If I wanted to play high school make-out games, I could have gone to Kansas High, student parties."
"The game is allot more challenging then you think, this is Kissing Booth, Spring Break style, after all." Chrissy saids coming up behind them.
Lana by her side handing Lois and Chloe a drink, pink colored beer. Chloe willingly grabs it from her hand, taking a sip of the beverage she didn't have a chance to enjoy earlier. Lois pushes it away, having enough of alcohol for one day. Beside the fact that it was pink, she didn't want to end up fantasizing about farm boy again.
"Err, I find it a little hard to believe that "spin the bottle" type game can be anymore challenging." Lois quirks.
"Well, for one there's no bottle involved choosing who will be your make-out partner. The computer randomly draws a name of one girl from this room, and a boy from the room next to this one."
"Oh yeah, that sounds so challenging. Um-hum." Lois smirked.
"Let me finish. Anyway, the two chosen are blind folded and taken behind those two wooden doors to the sound proof room. Once inside they can remove the blind folds if they want but it doesn't matter since the room is pitch black anyway."
"Sounds like the typical "spin the bottle" game." Chloe states.
"Really. How do you decide who wins?" Lana asks, drinking more of the colored beer.
"The winner is the couple who can kiss the longest without a single breath."
"OK, seriously how are you gonna know if they took a breath or not?" Lois asks, starring at her strangely. Thinking that this game was pretty stupid, and wanted to leave, like now.
"Night vision camera's, how we can see the action going on inside, and will be shown on the wide screens on the wall. Plus high tech sensory mics are installed in the walls of the room, could pick up the sound of an ant sneezing if you set the frequency right."
Lois looked at her doubtfully. "So what makes this game challenging, besides the obvious?"
"Well, Tim and Mitch, the Ads for this room, and Esra and Alice the Ads for the guys room likes to mix it up some."
"Mix it up how, exactly?" Lana asks fearfully.
"First, there is no rule on not touching, so if you want go for it. It's what the challenge is about. Since someone might not want to be touch and utters a word, which talking is absolutely not allowed. So really two complete strangers have to work as teams. Plus you know add a hot guy, throw in an ugly girl, and vice versa...don't know who you're really kissing until the lights come on." Chrissy saids in an evil smile. "So you can imagine what happens..."
"Yeah, and it sounds really cruel." Chloe, saids not amused by the fact.
"Hey, they...everyone here knows what their getting into. We've been up for 5 years now, so if they get hurt emotionally in any way. That's just the risk involved playing this game, point blank. Now if you excuse me I have to check out the guy's room." she steps swinging her hair behind her and marching out the room.
Lois squeeze her hands into fists, cracking her knuckles. "B!"
Chloe and Lana just laughs, knowing Lois is itching to do some major damage on "Miss Houchie".