Hello all! So here it is, the highly anticipate sneak peek at VICTOR, VICTROLA! I had a good time writing it and I do hope all of you enjoy it as well. The italics contain actual dialog from the show and my own descriptive language on the night at Victrola and then on the limo ride home. The sneak peek is a look at the events inside the limo ride ;-) So this chapter is rated M, the first in the entire story really. Hope you guys enjoy. REVIEWS=LOVE. Happy Readings! xoxo

Victor, Victrola

"Where's Nate?"

"I think we just broke up," Blair mewled out in a breathy tone.

"What?" Chuck asked in obvious surprise. Well not so much surprise, but the prospect of another ruined evening due to the problems of his best friend and Blair, weighed heavily on his shoulders. He'd have to pulverize Nathaniel.

"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to escape," Blair cut in before Chuck could begin his inquisition. "That's what this place is for right?" she led the way, a smile crawling across her face as the deep sounds of the burlesque club filled the night air as she approached the entrance of the club.

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"I know you don't want to talk about what happened but..." Chuck began as the sat in the dark club staring up at the dancers. His eyes kept focusing in on the tiny brunette next to him, his attention on her and not on the entertainment for the night.

"Relief! I feel relief," Blair clarified, surprising herself with the admission. The music suddenly began to etch into her blood and she couldn't help but voice the thought that came into her head, "You know...I've got moves."

"Really?" Chuck smiled at her words, the idea of Blair Waldorf the Burlesque Dancer much too entertaining for him to keep a straight face. Besides...if Blair didn't want to talk about her break up with Nathaniel, then it left it open for him to enjoy the night with her beautiful company. And that idea was the more appealing of the two. "Then why don't you get up there?" he teased, knowing how to push the lady's buttons.

"No-ho," Blair laughed at Chuck's words. "I'm just saying I have moves." Her head continued to bob in time with the consuming music.

"Come on...you're ten times hotter than any of those girls?" How far could he actually push her? Chuck wondered. He knew Blair. And therefore he knew she never backed out of a challenge. And so he pressed on.

"I know what you're doing, Bass," Blair cut in dryly, rolling her eyes at him and then turning her attention back to the dancers. Suddenly a thought struck her. "You really don't think I'll go up there."

Chuck smiled smugly, excited to have gotten Blair exactly where he wanted her. "I know you won't do it," he threw back, further igniting the flame that had begun to burn behind her deep, dark, chocolate orbs. How would his prim society miss get out of this one?

Blair hesitated momentarily, shocked Chuck would challenge her. Knowing that he knew she never backed out of a challenge. Breathing incredulously, she turned to him as she placed her champagne flute down on the table. "Guard my drink," she smiled at him wickedly as she sashayed off the couch and began walking toward the stage.

The blood in her veins was beginning to run intensely hot. She could feel her heartbeat thrumming in her ears. The music was intoxicating, achieving a level of drunkenness that the alcohol hadn't achieved. She stepped onto the stage, swaying her hips rhythmically. The crowd cheered and she felt her inhibitions escape her as the spotlight fell on her and she caught the eyes of Mr. Resident Bad Boy staring at her as if she were the only woman on the stage. She felt wild, and free, and wicked. She felt beautiful, desired, wanted. By Chuck. As always, by Chuck. And so she put on a show, catching his eyes and smirking secretively at him as she stripped away her headband, throwing it in his general direction as if she were stripping for him, and began to move with the music. Her beautiful dress soon puddled on the floor, and she noticed Chuck rising to his feet and staring at her with an intensity she had seen in him before. That night in her bedroom as she tried on her lingerie for him, the day at the garden of the Ivy Mixer, the night in the stairwell at the masquerade ball. Chuck Bass wanted her.

And so she turned around, escaping his fiery eyes and began to gyrate her hips much to the delight of the crowd. And when she finally turned and glanced over her shoulder, she saw the look of utter stupor on his face and a small smile of defeat play across his face as he spoke to one of the show girls in the club. Blair turned around smiling at him, claiming her victory in their little challenge. And she continued to dance flirtatiously, as he saluted her with his drink, the light of amusement back on his face and she felt herself relax a bit and begin to enjoy the show she was putting on once more.

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"Thanks for the lift home," Blair stated into the dark limo as she stared over at Chuck, both exhausted after a night of drinking, partying, dancing.

"You were...amazing up there," Chuck rasped out, his voice dark and seductive. His eyes were pinned on hers, making her feel appreciated and wanted once more.

Something stirred in her then, a niggling feeling...almost like a fluttering...and she felt the urge to kiss him then. So she shuffled closer to him, her eyes never leaving his, her face leaning closer in his direction. Chuck drifted closer as well, both meeting halfway until their lips gently grazed across each others.

"You sure?" Chuck asked as he broke the light kiss.

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And then she was there. Attacking his mouth. Leaving him breathless. Losing herself in the sweetness of his lips.

And then he was there. Feasting at her lips as well. Delving into that hidden depth that had eluded him for so long. She tasted wonderful, amazing, nothing like any of the other women he had been with. Her tongue was gentle, yet demanding. Her lips soft, yet forceful against his own.

He plundered. She reciprocated.

She licked and bit. He reciprocated.

His hands began to trail down her shoulder, gently pushing the flimsy strap of her negligee down with his fingers. He touched her bare skin and almost lost control right then and there. "Tell me to stop," he whispered against her ear as she bathed his cheek and neck with desperate kisses.

"Mmm. But I don't want you to," she murmured across his skin as she licked and bit down on his earlobe gently, earning herself a growl of approval from his lips.

"Fuck..." he moaned out. He pushed her back against the seat, but not before stripping her of her negligee and leaving her naked from the waist up. "You're beautiful," he whispered softly as he stared down at her naked breasts heaving quickly in time with her rapid breathing, and stared lower still, at her sheer black stockings that were gartered to her ridiculously flimsy excuse for underwear.

His hands traced lightly up her leg until he reached the snap of the thigh highs and undid the clip, allowing him to free her creamy legs from the stockings. He took his time ridding her of her accessories and exploring her silky legs with his fingers, until she was writhing beneath him and he himself couldn't take much more of the sweet torture he was putting them through.

So he hooked his palms under her ass and squeezed her tightly. "I'm going to making you mine." He didn't know where the words came from, but something deep inside of him made him want to claim her, stake her, make her his.

Blair responded by sitting up quickly and beginning to undo the rest of his clothes. She snapped some of the buttons of his shirt off in her haste to rid him of his clothes and feel his bare skin underneath her hands and against her own bare flesh. He allowed her to undress him and caress him as the layers began to fall away and join her slip on the limo floor. Her hands traced the outline of his muscles as she leaned forward and kissed his pecs lightly. Staring up at him, she brought her mouth to one of his nipples and took him into her mouth, licking and biting him softly until he couldn't hold back anymore.

"No more," he growled out as he quickly undid his pants and slid out of his clothes. Blair looked at him in fascination as he stood before her completely naked, his erection impressively large before her eyes. Capturing her lips once more, he lowered her on the seat once more as his hand found its way between their bodies and slid off the thin, satiny panty she wore.

"Uh," Blair tensed in his arms as he brought his erection to her wetness and began to nudge gently inside of her.

"Shh. Relax, I won't hurt you," Chuck whispered against her ear as he began to kiss her neck and ease his way gently into her.

Blair nodded as she curled her fingers around his shoulders and squeezed her nails into him as he entered her inch by excruciating inch. By the time he was completely buried into her wet warmth, Blair was squirming beneath him, desperate to feel more. "Oh God," she moaned as she felt her walls fluttering around his shaft, and the pressure mounting inside of her as she felt his cock so deep and thick inside of her it was making her dizzy with pent up desire.

"More..." she moaned against his lips as he kissed her in efforts of soothing her pain.

He smiled against her mouth and began to thrust inside her gently. "Like this?" he asked, knowing full well she enjoyed it as her breathing hitched and her nails scratched down his back in pleasure.

"Yes.." she breathed. "Oh God yes!"

"Mmm, Waldorf. You're so wet. And so tight. You feel so amazing," Chuck whispered hotly into her ear, feeling her body respond to his elicit words. "Can you feel me? Do you like it when I do this?" he asked as he hiked her legs around his arms and thrust into her deeper still. Blair could only moan in response. "I'm gonna ride you all night, baby."

Blair bucked her hips enthusiastically, she could feel her body beginning to crest, a unfamiliar but fantastic pressure building within her. She ground her hips against his own, matched his rhythm as best she could, until she found the spot where his cock touched her so exquisitely that she lost her breath and her body broke into a convulsing orgasm.

"That's right. Come. Come for me, Blair. Fuck you feel so fucking amazing. You're so fucking hot," Chuck growled as he felt her pussy coming, her juices wetting him and making him want to explode inside her as well. He kissed her anxiously then, grabbing on to her hips as he flipped them over until he was seated against the seat and she was poised above him, sitting on his lap. "Ride me," he ordered.

Too lost in her own blissful orgasm that she ignored the authority in his voice, Blair straddled his legs and stared down at his erection with a twinge of desire in her heavy-lidded gaze. She brushed her fingers against the wet tip of his cock, smoothing her finger around the entire head of his shaft before wrapping her hand around him and gently stroking him down his entire length. She felt own wetness against his cock and she felt her body squeeze and beg for more.

Chuck hissed out in pleasure but didn't move, his entire body poised and expectant on her next touch. He watched as she rose slightly on her knees and adjust herself over the head of his erection. He watched her guide him to the entrance of her extremely slick entrance and felt her begin to insert him in a similarly tantalizingly slow manner as he had done.

But his patience had grown thin and he couldn't control himself any longer. Chuck brought his hands up to her hips, digging his fingers harshly into her skin and he pushed her completely onto his length and basked in the sound of her moaning and screaming.

Her eyes were shut, a small smile curving her red, swollen lips. He pressed down on her hips again just as he arched upward and thrust inside of her almost savagely. He picked up a desperate pace.

Blair Waldorf was wrapped tightly around him. Her virginity claimed by him, and she was riding him exactly the way he loved, the way he needed to be ridden. She was making all the right sounds, kissing him at the right moments, her body fit in his hands perfectly, her hips filling his palms, her breasts brushing against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him as she moved up and down on his body. And when he felt her falter and suck in a breath as her body reached its peak again, he buried himself as deep as he could within her and let himself pour into her hot, satiated body.

A/N: Next up... Seventeen Candles! Another goodie LOL