The tray in her hands shook lightly as she continued staring at the two embracing teens. Paula backed away from the doorway and turned, rushing out of the room, she entered the kitchen and placed the tray near the sink. It held three steaming cups of hot chocolate, the older blonde wanted to surprise the girls with the warm treat but ended up being the one surprised. Spencer and Ashley hugging rather intimately in the sunroom, Paula could still see them; Spencer's lips brushing against Ashley's ear as she spoke softly to her- she didn't know what to make of it. "Goodness." She gasped as the image imprinted in her mind. Ashley's sexual orientation came to mind, she was a lesbian, Paula didn't agree with the lifestyle but she never made it her business to bother anyone about it. She wondered if she ever convinced Spencer to- Paula shook off the absurd thought and laughed. No, Spencer had Aiden, she would never do anything with another woman. Ashley was just a troubled girl who her daughter wanted to help.
Hearing voices, Paula turned around and her gaze landed on the two girls. She smiled at them. "Hot chocolate is ready." She grabbed the tray again and walked over to the table. Ashley took the seat across from Spencer and thanked her for the warm cup. "You're welcome." She took the seat at the head of the table and stared at the girls. Spencer was blowing softly at her drink, Ashley's eyes were glued to her lips. "Spencer." Paula addressed happily. "Tell me about your time away from home. Did you have fun out there with Aiden?"
Spencer coughed on the liquid sliding down her throat. Hearing Aiden's name leave her mother's lips was a wake up call for the younger blonde. She remembered her mother had no idea they weren't together anymore. Staring into her vibrant gray eyes, Spencer dreaded having to see them dim. Her mother loved Aiden like a son, knowing they broke up would surely break her heart. "Yeah, we had tons of fun." She swallowed nervously and glanced over at Ashley. Brown eyes were glued to the cup cradled in tanned hands, a somewhat guilty expression was placed over the rock star's face. Spencer looked back at Paula. "We're not together anymore."
Silence followed the announcement, Ashley looked up and noticed the shock sprawl over Paula's face. The older blonde looked devastated at the news. The rock star looked away and wondered how she'd react if she found out she was the reason they broke up. It was apparent Paula, like everyone else in the world, was in love with Spaiden. The rock star hated the stupid name they had for her girlfriend and her friend, it was printed all over teen magazines, making her sick.
"When?" Paula questioned calmly.
"Not too long ago. It was best for both of us. We wanted different things." Spencer explained casually, her hand wrapped around the handle of the coffee cup, bringing it up to her lips, she took a sip, trying to control her fast beating heart as she placed it back down.
Her calmness about the situation was surprising. Paula imagined their break up would affect her daughter somehow, staring into her mirroring gray eyes, the older blonde saw nothing relatively close to sadness. "You seem to be taking it well." She noted and then looked at Ashley. "Was she sad at all when it happened?" She asked assuming Ashley knew. Her and Spencer seemed close, Ashley was probably there when it happened.
The rock star shifted uneasily in her seat. She thought back and didn't remember Spencer being overly upset about it. If anything, the blonde was really nonchalant about the break up. She didn't think the blonde ever cried over Aiden, if she did, Ashley never saw the tears. "I'm sure she was." She answered awkwardly. "They were in love for a good while."
Paula looked at Spencer. "And still are according to those magazines. How do you explain that?"
"We decided not tell the media about it." She sighed. "It'd only be a pain in the ass for everyone."
Paula laughed humorlessly, it was short lived but still conveyed the anger she felt. "Well I hope you're having fun lying to the world." She paused. "Spencer why didn't you tell me? Did you think I was going to run out and tell everyone?"
"No." Spencer answered quickly. "It was nothing like that Mom. I just wanted to tell you in person, not over the phone."
Paula sighed believing her daughter. Spencer never lied, and when she did, it showed. She decided to save the 'your not going to find a better man' talk for another time. Spencer wouldn't take her words seriously, if anything, they'd go in one ear and out the other. "I need something sweet with this." Her chair slid back as she stood. Paula placed a kiss on the top of Spencer's head and then walked over to the pantry.
Spencer looked up at Ashley. The rock star reached out and took her hand, giving it a quick squeeze, she pulled away when she heard the pantry door close. Her eyes fell on her hot chocolate as Paula took her seat again. The blonde came back with a box of brownies. Ashley politely declined when she was offered one and blew on her hot drink, listening to mother daughter talk.
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Gray eyes traveled up the tanned body sprawled out across her queen sized bed. Ashley lied on her back, arms crossed behind her head, eyes closed and content smile spread over her lips. Spencer couldn't help but smile herself. Ashley looked so relaxed at the moment, like there wasn't a worry in her mind, she looked happy and it radiated off her in waves, relieving Spencer. There were times when she questioned Ashley's happiness with her. Sometimes, they'd be lying in the dark, naked, side by side, Spencer would open her eyes and stare at Ashley. There would be this far away look in her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. The blonde always wondered what Ashley was thinking. The staring would range from seconds to hours, Spencer wanted to hold her, kiss her face, tell her she loved her, do anything to put a smile on her face. She never gave into those urges, not wanting to bother the rock star, she just closed her eyes, fell asleep, and showed the rock star how much she loved her the next morning.
Ashley felt the bed shift and felt a great amount of joy fill her chest knowing Spencer was with her. The emotions that ran through her were hard to believe, the rock star was still puzzled by them, how easily Spencer affected her, she didn't understand it. She didn't understand how she could love someone so much, how her every move could revolve around a single person. Brown eyes opened and she watched Spencer come to her. She moved on her hands and knees with a subtle smile covering her lips. Ashley sat up and cupped her cheek, closing her eyes, she brought those lips to her and kissed the blonde thoroughly, her lips moving sensually against Spencer's, she lied back and urged her girlfriend down with her, parting her lips, she deepened the kiss.
Spencer's body responded to the rock star's tongue as her lover's barbell teased her mouth. Feeling a tanned hand slip under her shirt, Spencer moaned and kissed the rock star harder, fueling her desire for Ashley, she took her bottom lip with her teeth and gently raked over it. "Mmm," She pulled back and opened her eyes. Staring into passion filled eyes, Spencer fought back the urge to just ravish her girlfriend. She ignored the pounding between her legs and berated herself. "I've been looking for you."
The rock star's fingers absently stroked the skin on the small of her back, "I brought the bags in while you and your mother talked." Spencer and Paula had been chatting in the kitchen, talking about everything from childhood memories to the tour, Ashley didn't feel comfortable listening. She excused herself and headed outside. Her hand reached inside her jacket and pulled out a cigarette, her thoughts swam around the two blondes as she smoked. They were the perfect mother/daughter team, her feelings towards them were frustrating, she found herself yearning for something similar. Her thoughts strayed to Brenda. Her mother had called several times during their stay in the hotel. Ashley never answered, she couldn't handle anything major, the tiniest problem would open the floodgates, cocaine cravings would drown her mind, devour her peace- she avoided the phone calls, avoided her mother, avoided the world, and cherished what she valued most. Spencer.
Spencer turned her head and noticed the suitcases. They were aligned neatly on the other side of the bed. She pursed her lips in thought, wondering where Ashley things were, and then stared down into brown eyes. "Thank you." She dipped her head and kissed her softly. "But where are your things?"
"I left them in the car." She gently ran her fingers along the soft skin on Spencer's jaw. "I don't know where I'm sleeping." Her hand continued down Spencer's neck, enjoying the pale smoothness of her body, her thumb paused on the fading mark staining her skin, she gently stroked it, remembering the feel of her lips against her lover's flesh. She looked back into gray eyes, smiling. "Sharing your room isn't an option, is it?"
Burying her head against Ashley's shoulder, Spencer shook her head. "My mother would never allow that." She moved down and nuzzled her lover's covered her breast, turning her head, she felt the barest hint of her nipple press against her cheek as she spoke. "She treats her guests better than her family." Spencer smiled softly as Ashley wrapped her arms around her. "You're getting your own room, I'm guessing the basement, my mother loves putting people down there."
"That's not creepy at all." Ashley dragged her left hand up her back and began stroking her hair, marveling at its softness. "Will I come out alive?" She asked playfully.
"Not if my mom sees us like this." Spencer sighed as she lifted herself up, kissing Ashley a final time, she stared down into her soft tanned face, wanting to stay in the rock star's arms longer, she frowned knowing they were taking a big risk by being together in her room, alone on the bed, Paula could easily walk in on them at any second. "We should get out of here. Maybe finish getting your things…" She felt Ashley's hands lower, running over the back of her jeans, Spencer noticed the look in her eyes and wanted to give into them. Give into Ashley, but couldn't. "We can't." She immediately rolled off her lover and got off the bed. Standing, she fixed her clothes while walking over to the life size mirror on the other side of the room.
Ashley lied on the bed watching Spencer fix her hair. Her body still hummed from their closeness, the rock star ignored it and sat up. She knew sex wasn't going to happen with Paula around, it bothered her but she wasn't going to complain. Moving off the bed, she walked over to Spencer, placing her hands on her waist, she kissed her cheek gently. "I'm going out to the car." She murmured near her ear.
Feeling the hands leave her body, Spencer turned around and met her gaze. "I'll help you get your things." Ashley shook her head and insisted it was fine. "Are you sure?" The rock star nodded. Spencer kissed her softly. "I'll see you in a little bit. I'm going to soak in the tub for awhile. I kind of miss it."
"Sounds fun." Ashley mused as a mental picture of her wet naked girlfriend came to mind. She fought back asking 'can I joy?' and bit her tongue. "Take your time." She pulled her girlfriend to her and wrapped her arms around her. "I'll be fine."
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"Godammit." Ashley muttered from the top of the staircase. Her eyes were glued to the empty box of Marlboro in her hands, wanting a cigarette, she crumbled the box in her grasp and flew down the stairs. The frustration she felt echoed through her steps, bouncing off the walls and filling the first floor, she was unaware of the noise she was making as she opened the front door and stepped outside. Tanned arms wrapped over her chest as she fought her cigarette cravings, knowing she couldn't have one was killing the rock star. The 17 year old was so used to getting what she wanted that her bratty attitude automatically took over when things didn't go her way. Her legs moved determinedly to the car, she reached out for the door handle and opened the trunk. The large space was packed with her bags. At least 7 large suitcases filled the back of the escalade, Ashley didn't know which ones held what. With a heavy sigh, she reached in and grabbed the handle to one of them, knowing she had another pack of cigarettes somewhere, she forcefully pulled it out and set it on the ground. "Jesus." She murmured when she realized how heavy it was, it was obvious the suitcase was full of clothes, further heightening the rock star's frustration. Going through every bag would take forever, she realized staring at the trunk. Her emotions got the best of her, a feral smirk spread across her lips as she stared down at the bag on the floor. Her body bent down and unzipped the large suitcase, fully opened, she began grabbing her clothes and throwing them carelessly behind her in search of a cigarette. Her eyes completely glazed over, intent on finding what she was looking for, she finally found it. In her hands was a pair of black pants, she felt something in it's pockets, not wasting any time, she pulled it out and smiled triumphantly at the plastic in her hands. She soon got on her knees, staining the expensive denim of her jeans in dirt, she ruthlessly poured the cocaine on the palm of her hand. She used her free hand to help snort the white powder, it went up her left nostril first, her eyes closed as she felt it enter her body, a couple seconds later, it went up her right, her face held a dreamy expression as she laid back and enjoyed the ride. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so good.
"Ashley?"
The rock star felt a hand on her shoulder, with a start, she turned around. She met Paula's concerned gaze and swallowed hard, her mind felt all over the place, she looked around for her clothes, expecting to see a mess everywhere, there was none. Turning around, she realized all her bags where still in the SUV. She gasped in surprised and then felt around her nose, it felt normal, no burning or itching- it all confused the rock star. Had she imagined the whole thing? "Ashley?" The rock star faced the older blonde, her hands were trembling, she didn't have to look to know. "Are you alright? You look…scared." Ashley didn't know what to say, she was scared, her mind was playing tricks on her, was this real? She questioned staring into familiar gray eyes. "Lets get you inside, you don't look too good." She noted the trembling hands and worried expression, her breathing was also troubling as it slowly sped up.
Ashley allowed the older blonde to lead her inside. Her muscles were taunt under the arm around her shoulders, they never eased up, not even when she took a seat on the couch, took gulps of deep breaths, mentally calmed herself down, nothing eased her stress. It wasn't until Paula left the room that she leaned back against the couch and breathed normally. She was exhausted, which was expected, Ashley was getting used to the anxiety attacks. They were brutal and always left her tired, keeping her eyes open soon became difficult. They would have closed if Paula hadn't chose that moment to reappear.
The older blonde stared down at the rock star with a cup of tea in her hands. Tea was a great way to soothe the body, it'd hopefully put Ashley to sleep, Paula could easily see the teen's exhaustion. It would be good if she gave into it. "This should help you out." Her hand reached out to the rock star, offering the tea, Ashley easily accepted, murmuring a 'thank you' as she carefully blew on the hot liquid. Paula observed her, her body language was better, she wasn't as stiff, but she still sensed a bit of nervousness. She decided to leave the rock star alone for a bit, assuming she was the cause of her discomfort. "I'll be back in a little bit."
Ashley nodded and watched her leave the room. "What she must think of me." The rock star sighed and placed her drink on the floor. She was too tired to do anything more than sleep. Blowing on the tea had been draining, Ashley hated feeling so tired. The panic attacks always sucked out all of her energy and replaced it with exhaustion, she'd fall asleep and have nightmares. It was a painful cycle she hated reliving, her eyes finally closed and her breathing softened, her thoughts ran a million miles per second, luring her into a stressful sleep.
Chapter 3
The flashing white light caressed her half bare body as she turned, tilted her head back, stared into the lens, and smirked. She stared into the eyes behind the camera, they scanned her body hungrily. She straightened up and did another pose, her hands went up, into long wavy hair as she stared seductively into the photographer's eyes. She caught him licking his lips and felt a surge of power go through her. She loved knowing this man wanted her, it did wonders for her ego, it didn't surprise her. Her eyes glanced around the room. There were plenty of people around for her shoot, watching her every move, staring at her developing body. She wore a small leather vest over her naked torso, it was unzipped, showing the outside of her breasts, taunt abs and natural tan skin. Her vest was accompanied by a black near see through thong and black heels. She knew she was hot and her arrogance was easily seen in the pictures.
"That's a wrap!" Called Andre the photographer. He was 34 year old male with shoulder length black hair, dark green eyes, goatee and stubble all around his chin. He was tall and skinny wearing a European outfit. Everyone knew him as a decent fellow. He liked to laugh and party every once in awhile. His reputation with women were good, he treated them well, like the diamonds he saw them as. Ashley was no exception, even if she was only 16 years old, he still wanted to cherish her in bed. There was something strangely exotic about the rock star, the way she walked and stared into the camera, it all oozed confidence.
Ashley walked away from the shoot and headed into the back of the room. There were other girls, models, there with her. She ignored them all as she took a seat and removed the black heels covering her feet. Dresses, heels, skirts, blouses- she was no stranger to them all. A t shirt and jeans were enough for her, they were comfortable and easy to move in, she preferred them over anything else but didn't mind the other outfits. A shadow fell over her, she looked up. Andre stood smiling down at her, it was an eerie smile that sent warning bells ringing in her head. She didn't like the Italian man at all. He seemed too cocky for his own good. "We're finished, right?" She asked frowning. Having him in her airspace was pissing her off. Just the smell of him was aggravating.
Andre could tell she wasn't too happy with him, he didn't know what he did wrong, he assumed Ashley was a natural bitch. That did nothing but further arouse him. He liked them feisty, he knew she'd be fun to have in his bed. "Of course." He smiled a little. "I just wanted to tell you what an amazing job you did out there. I was impressed at how much the camera loves you."
The rock star looked at her shoes and continued taking them off. She was finished talking to Andre, he was full of crap and she knew it. Plenty of men had fed her the same bullshit with the same goal in mind. They all wanted to get into her pants, which was disgusting, she was only 16 years old.
"You don't take compliments very well." Andre commented smoothly watching the young star stand and remove her vest. The photographer was momentarily stunned at seeing her smooth naked back walk away from him. She didn't go far though. The vanity mirror she stood in front of was less than a feet away. He watched her grab a black hoodie and put it over her naked torso. Her eyes met his as she zipped it up. "You're very beautiful Ashley." His Italian accent was thick, it made girls light headed with desire. "I can't help but stare at you."
Ashley fought back an eye roll. His words meant nothing to her. "You better be careful with that. My body guard is right outside the door. He wouldn't be too happy if he came in here and heard you talking like that." She caught something out of the corner of her eye. "I don't like being stalked." Giving into her curiosity, she turned her head. A blonde model stood in the corner of the room. Her hands were busy, Ashley looked harder and never moved her eyes away from the sight. She was cutting lines of cocaine. The rock star was instantly hungry for it and Andre noticed.
Brown eyes yearned for the white substance, it made the photographer smile, he knew he had her. She was just like any other coke junkie. Willing to do anything for a line or two. Slyly, Andre stuck his hands in his back pocket, grabbing his stash of cocaine. "Ashley." He called out quietly, he could tell the rock star wasn't happy, but then the frown on her lips shattered as her mouth parted open in wonder. Her eyes were glued to the cocaine, he fought back a chuckle. "It's the best money could buy-"
"How much?" Ashley asked meeting his gaze. It had been two days since her last hit, her body hadn't been treating her kindly, it constantly begged for cocaine, her mind screamed for it- she would pay anything to have what Andre held before her. "I have plenty of cash." She added watching his beady eyes lower down her body.
"I don't want your money Ashley." His eyes stayed glued to her breasts. So young and perky- he had to have her. "But there is something you can give me for it…" He looked up and met narrowed brown eyes. Ashley was angry, it was apparent, but she was also desperate. "I want you."
"Fuck you!" Ashley hissed moving away from the photographer.
Andre felt a wave of panic sweep through him as she stalked passed him. He reacted quickly, "Wait." He ran up to her as she stopped and grabbed her hand, moving them to a more secluded spot in the studio, he released her and held out the cocaine. "You can have it all, It's the finest in all of Europe," His voice became soft and quiet, "For a hand job."
Ashley moved back, intent on leaving, but was grabbed by the hand again. She stared angrily into his eyes, "It's the finest Ashley." He repeated holding up the bag. Her eyes flickered over to it, her body screamed,
she whispered Okay.
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Softly spoken words filled the air, she strained to hear them but they were too far away to comprehend. Her eyes wanted to open but she kept them shut. Her face was being painted with soft caresses, the hand stroking her skin was warm, soothing- Ashley melted against it, a content smile covered her lips unconsciously, it felt good to be alive. "And what will it take to wake my sleeping beauty?" There words were whispered near her ear, her lover's warm breath seductively tickled her naked skin, it sent a shiver down her spine. The feeling only intensified when she felt soft lips cover her own. The words in the background got louder as Ashley became more aware, she realized the soft words belonged to Paula and pulled back, breaking the kiss, she opened her eyes and Spencer's loving face filled her sight. "Hey," Ashley said softly. "Hey yourself." Spencer reached out and wisped away the errand strands of hair from her eyes. Ashley was far too beautiful to have anything cover her soft tanned features. "Sleep well?"
So much came to mind the second Ashley heard the question. Did she ever sleep well? "Your couch has been heaven." She lied with a convincing smile. Despite her dark thoughts, she had to stay positive. This trip was supposed to be fun for both of them. "Paula is in the other room." She reminded quietly. "Should you be this close to me?" Spencer dipped her head and answered with another soft kiss. "It'll be awhile before she comes in." She replied against her lips. Ashley pulled away and sat up. She stared quizzically down at the pillow she slept on. It wasn't there earlier, she looked down at her lap, the blanket covering her body was also new. "I wasn't kidding when I said my mom treated her guests well."
Ashley looked up and watched Spencer stand and take a seat next to her. The blonde took her hand and intertwined their fingers. Their clasped hands lied on top of the blanket, resting on Ashley's upper thigh. She could still hear Paula in the kitchen, the two rooms were only separated by a short hallway, the older blonde could easily walk in on them. Why was Spencer being so touchy? The rock star looked up into her girlfriend's eyes. "Your mother is amazing." Ashley's words were honest. She didn't understand the two Carlin women. She didn't understand why they put up with her. Every move she made was bound to be trouble, Spencer had seen it and Paula caught a glimpse of it outside. Her twisted fucked up mind always found a way to torture her. Today it was the cocaine illusion and the 'dream.' Ashley internally snorted. It wasn't a dream, it was a memory. "You're lucky to have her."
Spencer nodded. "I couldn't have asked for better."
Ashley moved forward and cupped the side of her face with her free hand. Her eyes closed as she brought Spencer's lips to her. The blonde was so casual about them being together with Paula around, Ashley decided to feel the same way, Spencer wasn't stupid. She knew what she was doing. Ashley urged the blonde down on her back and covered her with her body. She allowed the blonde to wrap her arms tightly around her as she parted her lips with her tongue. Spencer easily accepted and began teasing her barbell, sending delicious shivers down the rock star's body. "You are so amazing." The words were panted as their lips broke apart.
Ashley stiffened at the softly spoken words. 'Amazing my little bellezza.' Andre's voice filled her mind. It was the last thing he had moaned before climaxing. Ashley could still feel his warmth all over her hand. The rock star all of a sudden felt sick. "We have to stop." She murmured shakily. She eased her body off her girlfriend and settled herself on the other end of the couch. Unconsciously, she sat hugging herself. Cocaine, she'd do anything to have it now. The memories she had buried under the white powder were starting to come alive. Her sober mind easily accepted them, Ashley couldn't stand it. The shame she felt as Andre came to mind, how far she went for cocaine, it wasn't worth it. At that moment, she realized she wasn't any better than the whores she fucked. Doing anything for a hit. For a stupid feeling that left you wanting more, always wanting more, cocaine was never worth doing, Ashley smiled bitterly. And yet, she'd do anything to have some now.
"I'm sorry." Spencer moved off the couch getting her girlfriend's attention. "You must think I'm the biggest tease doing this to you."
Ashley shook her head. "I don't think that." She reassured. "I'm glad you steal kisses when ever you can. It makes me happy."
"It's still not right. I keep leading you on knowing we won't get far." She played nervously with the ends of her bangs as she listened to her mother hang up the phone. The reason for her risky behavior had been logical. Paula had received a phone call from a long time friend of hers. Every time she called they talked for hours. The blonde was a bit surprised that their conversation didn't last longer. Spencer's mouth shut as Paula entered the room, killing the conversation.
The older blonde's gray eyes immediately landed on the rock star. Ashley sat in the middle of the couch with her legs crossed and blanket pooling around her hips. Her face was free of emotion as she met her gaze. "You're looking better." She commented brightly knowing sleep was the best thing for the rock star. It didn't surprise her when she walked into the living room and found the teen passed out on the couch. She immediately got a pillow and blanket for her and urged her down into a laying position. 'Mmm I love you.' She had mumbled as Paula covered her with the blanket. "How are feeling?"
"Better, thank you." She looked at Spencer and noticed the wary look on her face. Did Paula mention her little episode?
The older blonde also shifted her gaze to her daughter. "Your father called earlier." She sighed. "His little trip to the store turned out to be a party opportunity." Spencer chuckled. "I swear the men in this town." She groaned. "Always drafting Arthur into their games." It happened often enough. Arthur would go out, come across someone he knew and end up fishing or hunting. Paula couldn't stand the phone calls. They were all the same. 'I'll be home around 10' he'd say and not come back until 2. "Well," She smiled. "On the bright side it's just us 4 girls for dinner."
Ashley thought of the fourth girl. Caitlyn. She had yet to make an appearance, it was obvious the 7 year old could sleep, maybe it was her sickness, Ashley reasoned. She was very curious to see the little Carlin. Would she be a smaller version of Spencer? She had to smile a little at the thought. "You should start setting the table." Paula's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She followed her line of vision to Spencer and noticed her lover's attempt to hide the pout forming over her face. "Being a celebrity doesn't excuse you from being my little girl who always does what she's told." Paula turned and left the room, stifling back a couple of chuckles.
"Ugh," Spencer groaned glancing over at Ashley. The rock star met her gaze with an amused stare. "you're helping me."
Ashley got up and they began working. The rock star folded the blanket and placed it neatly on the other end of the couch. Afterward, she followed Spencer into the kitchen and they began setting the table. The rock star was foreign to the task but didn't find it too demanding. Place the fork on the left and spoon on the right of each plate. Next she placed cups around the table, sharing a kiss with Spencer as their paths crossed. The blonde was passing around napkins, thankful her mother had gone upstairs. She didn't want to be given another order. "What do you think?" Spencer asked standing near the head of the table.
Ashley stood on the opposite end, staring at their work, she nodded approvingly. "Looks good to me." She met Spencer's gaze. "Can we go off and have sex now?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, doubting Spencer would agree but giving it a shot anyway.
Spencer walked over to her and took her hand, leading them out the kitchen. She walked them down the hallway and opened a door that led to the basement. Ashley quietly followed her blonde lover down the stairs and was surprised at how nice the basement was. There was another living room with two doors in it. She assumed one of them was a bedroom and the other a bathroom. A couch, TV, and plenty of game counsels filled the room. She didn't get much of a chance to look around but wasn't complaining. Spencer led them to the bedroom and urged her in, closing the door, she pulled her close and attacked her lips. Pale hands began caressing a tanned body, she broke the kiss and began unbuttoning her lover's jacket.
Ashley turned her head and noticed her suitcases in the corner of the room. "Did you do that?" Her eyes never left the bags sitting in the corner of the room. Fear momentarily griped onto her nerves, she didn't remember bringing them in. She prayed her mind wasn't fucking her over again, her eyes closed for a second, the paranoia was overwhelming.
"Mother and I decided to get your room ready." Spencer urged the rock star's jacket off and threw it on the bed. She watched Ashley look around and slid her hands off her body. "It's not anything like where we stay but it's still nice."
The hesitation in her voice was easily detectable. "Spencer I don't need a 5 star hotel or a mansion to be satisfied. This room, house, is amazing and I'm grateful for it." She pulled her into her arms. "I'm grateful for you."
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The blinds were curled up high above the glass, the window was wide open but the sunlight she fell asleep to was gone, replaced by a dark sky and white moon. Her eyes stared out the window and at the stars for a full minute as she slowly woke up. Her eyes were open but terribly groggy. A small pale hand reached up and ran over the soft fuz covering her scalp. She once had the prettiest blonde hair that everyone stopped to admire. The flawless long hair would stop at the small of her back, she'd hate it but would never dream of cutting it. Her mother had adored it. Her dark green eyes closed. There was a time when she'd take her in her arms and just run her gentle fingers through it. 'Your mommy's angel' she'd say softly down to her. The words were soothing, it'd make her heart swell and lips smile, but then she'd look up into her mother's face and see her staring at the wall. Her eyes either droopy or bloodshot, her lips unconsciously moving until the words slurred into nothing. She'd get off her mother's lap and stand in front of her. Her mother stared right through her. Caitlyn would leave and go to her room, knowing her mother didn't see her anymore. The door across from hers would always be open, the room inside empty. Her brother Danny was 9 years older than her. He was always out, not she blamed him, it was too heartbreaking seeing their mother stoned. Too high to remember their names. Of course, she didn't understand what was wrong. She only knew there was a problem. And so did her aunt Paula, who she now called mommy.
Pushing the covers forward, she rolled out of bed and headed to her night stand. The room was your typical little girl's room. A small twin sized bed with Cinderella covers took up the middle space of the room. She had plenty of Disney posters and Dora pictures on the pink walls. Her blue carpet was normally covered by the hundreds of toys she had, mostly barbies, and there was a dresser that kept all her clothes nice and neat. On top of the dresser was a stand for her short blonde hair. She grabbed it and put it over her head. It was the downside of having cancer. Her hair had fallen out but she wasn't too worried about it. Paula said it would grow back. For now, she had the wig and it looked good on her.
The little blonde girl moved away from the dresser and left the room. After a trip to the bathroom, she went downstairs following the smell of food. Her feet paused when she reached the bottom of the stairs. The smell of freshly cooked food was alluring, but hearing the TV also had her curious. She decided to follow her ears and enter the living room. "Mama." She smiled as she got on the couch next to Paula. The older blonde immediately wrapped an arm around her little shoulders, hugging the girl to her, she placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Hey sleepy head. I thought you were never getting up."
"I can't sleep forever!" The little blonde pulled back giggling. "I smell something good." She added in a tone that said 'I want some.'
"Do you now?" Paula teased and then stood up from the couch. She crouched down until she was eye level with the little girl. Her dark green eyes were sometimes painful to look into. Sherry had the same shape and shade. Her twin sister was a constant concern. Paula hadn't seen or heard from her in two years. She could be anywhere from running the streets of New York to dead in some alley. Either way, the drugs would kill her. She would never forget her mother's words. 'Once you do dope, you might as well kill yourself.' "I'll feed you my little angel but, there is a surprise for you."
Her green eyes immediately lit up. Excitement plainly covered her face. "What is it!" She asked loudly wracking her little brain for something she had asked for. "I'm not hungry anymore! Is it a puppy?"
Paula chuckled. "Calm down, and don't lie. You haven't had anything since breakfast." She stood up. "Your surprise is somewhere in the basement. The guestroom I imagine." She assumed that's where the girls were after seeing the door to the basement open. The urge to check on them was strong, but something kept her back. She focused on cooking and decided to leave the girls alone. "Go have a look while I fix you up a plate."
"Okay!" Caitlyn kissed Paula's cheek and then ran out of the living room. Her short legs moved quickly through the hallway. A Barbie dream house would be the coolest surprise, she thought eagerly. The commercial played in her mind, encouraging her to move faster. She reached up for the basement's light switch. Everything was quiet, as usual, her brother was always out. He was 16 now and becoming a little rebel, never coming home on curfew, he was always grounded.
The distance between her and the room was quickly closed. Caitlyn's hand reached up and turned the doorknob, opening the guestroom door, she quietly stepped inside. The light from outside filled the dark room perfectly, her little green eyes could see everything and became wide with excitement when she saw Spencer. Her lips parted, about to scream the blonde's name, but then quickly shut when she noticed the person in her cousin's arms. Spencer lied on her back with Ashley curled up beside her. The rock star's head was on her shoulder as her tanned arm lied draped over her abdomen. The covers of the bed only came up to their hips, exposing Ashley's naked torso. The little blonde looked questionably over at Spencer, wondering why she was fully clothed while the rock star lied naked in her arms. "Come here." Her cousin whispered softly. The little blonde eagerly complied and crawled up on the bed.
Caitlyn slipped in next to Spencer and hugged her as best she could. Placing a kiss on her cheek, she whispered. "Who is that?" Her eyes flickered over to Ashley. She assumed it was the rock star Paula mentioned but wanted her cousin to confirm it. "Her name is Ashley." The words were spoken softly. "She's my best friend." The little blonde looked at her. "Is she the rock star?" She spoke softly and felt a wave of excitement shoot through her when her cousin nodded. "That's so cool." She said a little louder. Spencer chuckled softly at her excitement, finding it cute. Caitlyn was smaller than most girls her age, she could easily pass for a five year old, but she was smart, too smart, Spencer mused while watching her eyes scan her lover's naked body. I hope she doesn't assume we had sex - She thought. After unpacking Ashley's belongings, the rock star took a quick shower and cuddled with Spencer on the bed. They talked until Spencer's soft caressing lured her into a deep sleep. "Why is she naked?"
"Come get your dinner Caitlyn!" The words filled the room before Spencer could answer.
"Coming Mama!"
Ashley's head jerked up as her eyes shot open. They stared groggily at the little girl on the bed. There was no doubt in her foggy mind that she was Caitlyn. She watched the 7 year old quickly scurry off the bed and run out the room. The rock star moved up and didn't fight the hands grabbing her face and pulling her down. Spencer kissed her and then pulled back chuckling. "Is it too late to freak out?" She asked amused. The blonde shook her head still laughing. "Why would you freak out?" She asked calming down. Ashley shrugged a little. "Your cousin saw me naked and sleeping on top of you." She pursed her lips. "Is it nothing to worry about?"
"I think we're okay." Spencer answered confidently. Caitlyn wasn't like most children. She mainly kept things to herself instead of running around the house telling everyone what she saw. The blonde knew she wouldn't go tell anyone Ashley slept naked with her. "Are you hungry?" The rock star nodded. "Me too." She smacked Ashley's ass, startling the teen. "Lets go eat."
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