Following Through

At a loft in Brooklyn

Dan opened the door to the loft allowing Vanessa into his home. Immediately, she went into a tirade, "You are never going to believe who I had a conversation with about our sex life. NYU's own resident bitch, Blair Waldrof. Just want to you how I got dragged into her lair and . . ."

Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar pile of items sitting on the bar in the kitchen. The departing line that Blair taunted at her played in her mind. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned to Dan asking, "Dan, where did you learn about the stuff sitting on the counter?"

At PJ Clarke's

Serena wrapped her legs around Nate as he pushed the door to the washroom closed. Accidently, he slammed her into the bathroom door due to the extra weight. It didn't slow either of them down. Nate attacked her neck with vigor as she panted trying to get some oxygen in her system. She froze when she heard fabric rip.

Her legs dropped from his hips finding solid ground. She pushed Nate away once she was steady. Running to the mirror, she inspected the damage that he inflicted on Blair's blouse. All the buttons had been ripped off down to her navel, and part of the collar was torn along the seam. Frenzied, she tried to fix it with her hands. She whimpered to Nate, "Nate! This is Blair's. She's going to kill me if I don't return this in perfect condition."

Nate stopped her before she could fall to the floor to recover lost buttons. He laughed only infuriate her. He forgot to tell her. He explained, "Blair told me to tell you to keep the outfit. I think she had a feeling what we would be doing with it."

"Thank god," Serena exclaimed. She dug her nails into his hair pulling his mouth back to hers. Seconds later, Serena was propped up on the bathroom sink with her legs securely around Nate's hips, again.

At the Empire Hotel

Chuck was tied to his bed in nothing but his birthday suit. It really was his favorite ensemble, especially when Blair was working her tongue down his body. During the entire limo ride to the hotel, she gestured and implied that her sharp little mouth would be going down on him tonight. His excitement had been happily flopping upward between his legs since her first innuendo.

His entire body surged upward aiming for her mouth when he felt her tongue finally touch him. Blair Waldrof never sullied that dirty mouth of hers with disgusting vile acts such as this. He could count on one hand how many times she had this. It was his shameful secret. She could be talked into anything but this. Not knowing what prompted this, he wasn't going to kick a gift horse in the mouth.

When he cried out in warning of his release, she immediately pulled back. He groaned in agony and waited for her hand to take over where her mouth stopped. Yet, nothing happened. He opened his eyes to see Blair disappear into the washroom.

"Blair, hurry the fuck up and get back here, now!" he screamed withering against the restraints.

"No," she yelled back.

He heard the sound of her electric toothbrush next. The humming noise was driving him insane. He shouted again, "Waldrof, what the hell? Get back here and finish me off!"

"Not tonight," she stated matter-of-factly as she exited the bathroom. She was dressed in flannel pajamas. Chuck's heart was beginning to sink. Crossing the room, she climbed onto her side of the bed. After pulling her sleeping mask over her head, she pulled earplugs from the pocket of her nightshirt. Smirking, she tucked one into her right ear. Before putting in the other, she told Chuck, "You like punishment. This is your punishment for detailing our sex life to other people, in particular, people from Brooklyn."

His protests were wonderfully muffled when she slipped the other earplug into her left ear. She scratched her nails over his chest and kissed his forehead. Then, she turned over and went to sleep.

At a loft in Brooklyn

Dan would cast an eye at his purchases on the bar while he and Vanessa watched another foreign film. He had been cut off after confessing his source of information. They argued, and Vanessa had threatened to leave at one point. In the end, they fell into their usual routine of takeout and movies. Vanessa fumed through the whole movie shushing him whenever he made any noise.

He sighed internally shifting his eyes back to the film. Vanessa was staring at him when he turned back. Turning to her, he saw the anger simmering in her expression. She caught him red-handed.

"Is that all you can think of?" she asked furiously.

"No, I was just . . . I was thinking about getting a drink," Dan stammered unconvincingly.

"If it's all you can think about, let's just get it over with," she snapped.

"What?" Dan asked not trusting his ears.

There was a distinct growl before he landed on the floor with his friend . . . girlfriend . . . friend who is a girl on top. That night Dan Humphrey learned the thrill of angry sex.

Outside of PJ Clarke's

Serena and Nate ran down the street fleeing the scene of their crime. Every few steps, they would stop to kiss quickly and laugh before running a little farther down the street. Eventually, they stopped to hail a cab.

"I can't believe that we did that," Serena giggled still glowing with excitement from the naughty act that she just did.

"Seems we have a thing for exhibitionism," Nate smirked thinking of the couple of times they had given into their urges in public.

"It seems so," Serena gave him a sultry kiss before leaning in for a long, wet kiss. They stopped when both their phones buzzed. Nate ignored his attacking her neck with kisses. Serena chanced a glance. She stiffened. Nate stopped and looked at her.

"Gossip Girl. She claims to have video," Serena frowned.

At the Empire Hotel

Blair woke up feeling disorientated. She went to remove her sleeping mask, but her arms were trapped above her head. The bastard had sprung her trap and turned it on her. She commanded, "Chuck, let me go right now!"

"Never going to happen, Princess," he whispered darkly into her ear after removing one of the ear plugs, "It took me hours to untie myself from the bed. Now, it's your turn for a punishment."

She trembled when she felt his hands test the fabric of her shirt. He carefully unbuttoned each button and open her shirt wide to expose her abdomen. Then, his hands grasped her pajama bottoms on each side. This time he was rough yanking the pants down her legs. Her breath hitched when she felt his breath on her navel.

"Ready, Blair," he mocked.

"Chuck, untie me now," she whimpered. Her words were lost to moans as Chuck demonstrated how frustrating it was to be aroused but refused release.