Siren's Call Chapter 5: Total Eclipse, a gossip girl fanfic

Title: Siren's Call

Author: Missbabyv

Summary: She's the modern-day siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or it's characters, neither do I own the song 'Total eclipse of the hear' by Bonnie Tyler. This story is my own original creation, without my wicked mind this chapter would not be here.

Author's Note: This is my longest chapter yet in this story and I am really proud of it. I hope from the bottom of my heart that you all enjoy the rollercoaster ride that is this chapter. I look forward to reading your reviews! Don't forget to answer this question: 'Yes' or 'No'? Once you work your way through this chapter you'll understand…

Chapter 5: Total eclipse (of the heart)

I know you'll always be the only man
Who wanted me the way that I am
I know there's no one in the universe
As magical and wondrous as you
I know there's nothing any better
And there's nothing that I just wouldn't do

I step in a bathtub filled with lovely scenting oils, salts and foam. As I slowly lower myself into the water, I can feel how the water is slightly on the hot side, as my skin starts to tingle everywhere. The tub isn't large, it's an old French antique one, so when my butt hits the bottom, my breasts are still above the water level. I reach out to the faucet to fill the bath up even more.

"Don't" he speaks up, watching me intently as my nipples turn hard at the difference in temperature. He licks his lips at the sight.

I give him a slight raise of my eyebrow. I pull my hair up and tie it together in a lose bun on top of my head. He watches as I raise my arms to do so. His eyes roam around my face and chest, watching as my breasts bounce slightly at the movement of my arms.

Having him sitting here in this room, watching me in silence as a bath, is just as intimate as the sex we had days prior. I lye back in the tub, I close my eyes and sigh when I feel the warm water hit my back. My breasts are still partly above the water level and my nipples have gone rock hard by now. I plash some hot water on them and hiss slightly when the warm water hits my cold and hard nipples. Chuck watches me with his mouth slightly agape and ragged breaths as he stares at me and my chest. I place my right hand on my right breast and start to massage is slowly. He swallows hard in response. One side of my mouth curls up in a small, but devilish smirk and I put my left hand on top of my left breast and mirror the actions of my right hand with my left hand. I close my eyes and moan gently until I hear him pull back a rapid breath. I continue until both my nipples are warm and soft again.

As I open my eyes again I can get the last glimpse of him pushing down on a part of him that is obviously throbbing uncomfortably in his pains. I sit up on the bath tub again.

He looks at me again when he hears the movement of the water against the sides of the bath.

"Be kind and pass me the soap will you?" I say.

He picks out a bottle and starts to walk towards me.

"Could you give me a wash cloth too please?"

He smiles gently when he hands me both items, I say thanks. I place the wash cloth on the side and pour some luxurious soap in my left hand. I hand him the bottle back and rub my hands together before I gently start rubbing soap all over my upper body. I massage it gently into my skin and his eyes linger on my hands, following them around my body. He smirks when my hands linger on my neck, rubbing a soft spot thoroughly. Once my entire body is covered with soap I take the wash cloth and put it under. I use the water it soaks up to runs the soap of my body. I place the cloth underneath my chin, I let my head fall back and enjoy how the water runs down my throat down to my chest and across my breast, taking the foam created by the soap I rubbed on my body down with it. Exposing my perky nipples to him once more.

"Blair?" The bathroom door flies open. "Where's...?" Georgina starts to wonder, but stops once she lays eyes on him, leaning against the sink, as he is looking at me intently.

Georgina's mouth falls open at the scene and I snort, before I ask her to pass me a fluffy towel.

"What's going on here?" She wonders, clearly confused. I can see by the look on her face that this is not the scene she expected to find.

"I was taking a bath." I say all sweet and innocent, while I stand up. Granting Chuck a full frontal view of my naked body before I wrap the towel around me, as if this is the most normal thing in the world. Of course I know it's not normal, it's hot and sexually enticing that's what it is!

"While he's watching?" Georgina wonders somewhat dumbfound.

"He followed me in. I didn't invite him." I lie, while I look at Chuck. He smirks, before responding "I did" with a shrug.

Georgina glares at us, clearly not sure when ether or not to believe us. "And since it's not wise to forbid him anything..."

Georgina focuses her glare solely on me now. She knows I'm pulling her into this situation. It's the only way to secure that she won't tell Diana about this and that this situation right here remains between the three of us. "That's not what I meant." She clarifies.

"It is not?" I wonder, pulling the innocent dumb card is always the best way to get yourself out of trouble. I receive another glare from Georgina when Mister Bass grins at my well played move. I'm a force to be reckoned with; they just don't know it yet.

"Mister Bass," Georgina starts "I would love to have a chat with Blair, privately." She gestures towards the door as she opens it.

He nods, confirming he understood the obvious hint. He pushes himself away from the piece of furniture he was leaning against and walks over. As he passes me, he lingers for a moment. "I'll be seeing you soon, Miss Waldorf." He takes the time to let his eyes wander over my body and I blush at his suggestion, even though my body is now covered in a towel.

"Georgina." He says, giving her a nod as he passes her on his way out and she closes the bathroom door behind him.

"I did not know you two were on first name basis." I tease. She gives me a murderous look in return. "Relax Georgie. Nothing happened." I say after I've made my way over to the mirror. I clean the damp away and face her through the mirrored glass.

"Just be careful with him, Blair." She says before she walks out the door and I start my beauty routine.

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming round
Every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified

Georgina and I never discussed the bathroom scene any further, but her last words never left my mind. 'Be careful' what could she mean by that? In what was could that man be dangerous for me? Except for the fact that my body lingers for him like I'm in need of my next fix every time he's around. I might have been the one teasing him or provoking him in my bathtub, but my body needed more than one self induced orgasm to get the need for him out of my system and the fact that I imagined it was him who was giving me pleasure didn't help.

Anyhow, days passed and so did clients, three to be exact. Mister Stone asked me to join him again and he made quite the effort this time around. It was almost a toe curling experience for me. He didn't wait until the morning after our date to take me to his bed. He showed me he was quite the experienced gentleman and we stayed clear of the shower this time. Thank god.

I also met up with two new clients: Jacob Smith a talented politician in both business and pleasure. He was somewhere in his mid-thirties and clearly not used to sneaking around behind his wife's back, because he kept his marriage band on the entire time or perhaps he just didn't care enough for his marriage to bother himself with taking it off. He got satisfied three times that night, while I had the pleasure of enjoying something very close to an orgasm.

My second new client was a real jackass: Tom Jackson. He lied back and had me ride him all night long. I tried to get him finished as fast as I could each time but he kept on wanting more and I had to keep on giving. For the first time in this job I felt like a whore and it emotionally drained me by round 2 and I went in robot mode at round 3. All he did was bark 'faster', 'harder', 'deeper' at me, followed by a 'god damn it' each time. The only thing he did that night was fuck my mouth in the most abusive way. He held onto my head and forced his cock down my throat with each thrust, he ignored the fact that I gagged almost every time and just pushed deeper with the next thrust, making sure that I gagged because in some twisted way that gave him more pleasure when my throat muscles closed around the tip of his cock. I was glad when I felt him speed up because I knew he was close to filling up the rubber foil. Only seconds after that thought he came shakily, with his cock pushed down my throat, his hips bucked wildly as he held my face pressed into his groin. He removed the rubber foil and replaced it with a new one. He made me suck him hard again so I could go back to riding him.

I left immediately after he fell asleep, not risking staying around in case he woke up and demanded more. I jumped into the awaiting town car and it took me home where I went straight for the shower and tried to scrub the memory off. Georgina found me wrapped up in a miserable bundle on the floor of my shower. She jumped in, not even bothering to save her dress or her shoes from the water that is falling down from the sealing. "B? What happened?" She wraps her arms around me in a comforting hug. I never heard her approach me and only realized she was there at the feeling of her arms wrapped around me.

"How do you do it?" I manage to get out in between sobs.

"Calm down" she rocks me back and forth like she's soothing a small child.

"Tell me!" I demand.

"I don't know what you want to hear." She responds.

"The truth."

"I take them as they come." I hear her say in a soft voice. "Who got you this upset?"

"I can not say."

"It's that Basstard isn't it. What did he do? I'll break him!" Georgina reacts fiercely.

"Who's the Basstard?" I wonder.

"Charles Bartholomew Bass."

"Chuck?" I wonder. She confirms with a nod. "No. No."

"There's no use in protecting him. I told you he was trouble!" She says in a matter of factly way.

"Don't be upset with him." I plea

"Why not?" She counters angrily. "Look at you."

"It's not him." I chirp.

"Wait. What? Who?" She pushes me away slightly, so she can look me in the eyes. "God dam it B. Tell me who messed you up like that!"

"I just want to forget."

"We'll do what ever you want, but first tell me his name so I can put him on your 'Don't repeat' list.

"My what?" I wonder surprised.

"It's our way of keeping those jackasses at arms length." Georgina smiles at my sudden change in tone. "Come on, let's get you dried up and start that list of yours."

"I'd like that." I say quietly. She forces me out of the shower and wraps me in a fluffy and warm bathrobe. She drags me off to the living room couch next and makes me sit down. "I just want to go to sleep." I whine.

"I know." She consoles. "And you will in a while." Georgina places a bottle of tequila in front of us with two shot glasses, along with a pen and paper.

"What's that for?" I wonder. I'm not in the mood to party right now.

"You wanted to know what I do when I come across a bad sucker like that. Well there's the answer." She gestures towards the bottle. "I drink until I forget. It's not the most healthy way to cope with it. But at least it will help you forget at some point as you are working your way through that bottle and it will knock you out so you can sleep."

My mouth drops at her unorthodox method, but right now erasing that jackass out of my mind is my sole priority and I have no clients tomorrow so I have the entire day to get over my headache. So after I wrote down his name, I accept one shot after the other until my mind turns into a blissful haze. I get drunk much faster than she does, perhaps she can hold her liquor better.

"You are not going to quit are you?" She wonders.

My first reaction is to laugh at her question. "No. I'm not." I try to say seriously. I can't. "I need to make this kind of sick money to support my expensive lifestyle."

"Good." Georgina smiles in response. "I'm sorry." She says next.

"For what?" I wonder after I down another shot.

"For being so hard on you about Chuck Bass."

I can not control the dreamy smile that comes over me. "The delightful Mr. Bass." I muse. I lick my lips at the thought of him: "I want to make a toast."

This time it's Georgina's turn to laugh "what?!".

"To the men like Chuck Bass who make our job more then enjoyable." I beam before I throw back another shot of tequila.

"To those men." Georgina holds up her glass up before she downs hers.

"Do you have sex outside of work?" I wonder suddenly.

"Of course!" She exclaims. "Haven't you had off duty sex since you started?"

"Um. No." I say with a blush. I suddenly feel very very hot. I bite my lip so I don't tell her anything about all those times I had to make myself come to get over the whole bathroom scene I had with Chuck Bass. I blissfully enjoyed those orgasms created by own doing. "I figured that's what all the toys were for." My cheeks burn a cherry red.

Georgina grins widely at my confession. "I'm at least glad you found those already."

"I haven't tried them all yet." I exclaim, not wanting to come across as a sex addict.

"You should." She counters. "Some are capable of magical things." She adds with a raise of her eyebrows.

Oh. I blush even more. Now my ear are starting to turn red. "I'm not used to talking about this?" I admit.

"You better get used to it. Some clients like to use them on you." Georgina laughs at my obvious shyness as my eyes grow wide at her confession. "So you better know which ones you like." She explains as she pours me another drink.

I throw it back before I answer her shyly: "I like the golden butterfly thing."

I can see her think, probably visualizing the toy, since Diana provided us with so many. When I discovered that particular drawer in my walk in closet I was kind of embarrassed.

Perhaps I can put my stockings here. I think as I bend down to open the bottom drawer of an entire set of 10 drawers. I pull the drawer open and my mouth drops and so do my neatly folded stockings. I close the drawer immediately, and sit down on the floor with a cherry red blush. 'What is this?'

I pull it open again and see and envelope in the middle of the drawer filled with only god knows how many sex toys. Some things I haven't even seen before. I pick up the envelope and open it. I recognize Diana's handwriting:

This is your personal collection. Enjoy it.

Diana.

"Oh yes." Georgina pulls me out of my thoughts. "I think I have the rabbit. A wonderful toy. The way the head turns around, with those beats rolling around giving extra vibrations and of course the little animal addition stimulating that bundle of nerves." Georgina pouts her lips at the thought and my eyes grow wide at her blunt description. The toy does all that, but hearing it described is something entirely different.

"Have you tried the toy with the two additions?" She wonders.

"No." I say. "I'm no fan of the whole anal department."

"Have you tried anal yet?" She wonders.

"No!" I cringe at the thought. "Have you?"

"Yes." She answers sincerely. "At the beginning I didn't think much of it, but with the right guy it can be heavenly. You should ask Mr. Bass to introduce you." She smirks at her own comment. My eyes grow wide once my drunken brain realizes what she's suggesting.

"I'm not drunk enough for this kind of chatter." I say, making a grab for the tequila bottle. "And I listed that as one of my boundaries."

"He'll be more than happy to guide you." She counters.

"I thought you didn't like to see me with him."

"Off the clock. But on, please, be my guest to enjoy him as much as he lets you."

Every now and then I get a little bit restless
And I dream of something wild
Every now and then I get a little bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms
Every now and then I get a little bit angry
And I know I've got to get out and cry
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes

Lights are flashing on the beat created by the DJ at the end of the bar. I find myself for the second night in a row in a blissful haze and I have my favorite kind of bourbon to thank for it. The hemline of the skin tight dress Georgina put me in is somewhere between cheeky and provocative, but it is going the job. I have guys dancing around me at each side and they are all begging for my attention. And I must admit she's right. It does feel good to be out and about and being seduced instead of doing all the seduction every time.

When I found Georgina's note this morning, which clearly stated that we would be going out tonight and that no excuse what so ever would get me out of it, I was like: 'No way'. Last night's tequila still lingered too freshly in my mind, but now I'm glad she persuaded me to come. The fact that I wasn't too hung over and my nausea disappeared sooner rather than later might have helped me comply with Georgina's mission to get me laid unpaid.

Right now, all negative thoughts of this morning disappeared and I am having the time of my life. The brown haired and blue eyes guy behind me is starting to dance really close, grinding his pelvis with the evidence of his obvious desire for me into me. My eyes grow wide when I feel his long hard member against me. I turn around with a devilish smirk in place. My hands run up and down his torso, over and over, dipping lower every time around, until the tip of my finger meets the tip of his cock. He closes his eyes as the song ends, giving me time to disappear.

From afar I see how confusion hits him when he opens his eyes and sees that I'm gone. I snicker cruelly before I take the last sip of my bourbon. Our eyes connect and I turn around facing the bar. If he can find me he's worthy of my time. I am waiting for my drink when I feel how a hand lingers on my back, brushing against the fabric in a tantalizing way. I bite my lip at the thought of the promising night ahead of me. He pushes my brown curls to the side and runs his nose against the skin on my neck. I lean into his touch and I can feel him smirk against my neck. "Look who the cat dragged in." I hear a different but familiar voice muse into my ear.

I try to spin around, so I can confirm my suspicion, but I pray to god that my guess is wrong. Because otherwise this will not end well. He holds me in place as he traps my body between the counter and his. When his familiar scent fills my nostrils I smirk boldly. "I was here first, so you are the cat, Mr. Bass"

I make another attempt to turn around. Once I succeded immediately regret it, because he's standing close. Too close. His musk scent fills my nostrils and my body starts to react in ways it shouldn't.

"Tsktsktsk. Are we feeling a bit bold tonight, Miss Waldorf?" He wonders, gesturing to the bartender for a refill of his glass. The fact that he doesn't offer me one, offers me an insight. "How long have you been stalking me?" I wonder.

He smirks. "I prefer observing. Stalking is so..."

"Crazy, creepy, criminal-like?" I make the mental note that all my words just started with a c, and by the look on his face he did too.

"I was aiming more for obsessive, but all those will do just fine." He smirks playfully: "Having a thing for the letter 'c' miss Waldorf?"

"Not in particular." I pout my lips in annoyance. He's getting to me. "There's appalling, awful, gross, hideous, horrendous, nasty, scary, terrifying," I say proving a point. "Shall I continue?" I wonder next.

"Please do." He says with an amused smile. He gets rewarded with a smack across his chest.

"Getting physical, Miss Waldorf?" He looks at me with one eyebrow raised. "That's not nice."

"Well you are not being nice either." I counter. He leans closer so he can reach for his glass behind me. He takes a sip. "Care for a sip, Miss Waldorf?"

"No thanks." I say, crossing my arms. "I seem to have lost my desire for my bourbon."

"Desire, huh?"

"Oh. You perfectly know what I mean." I say, almost throwing a fit, much to his amusement by the look on his face. "I would like to go back to the dance floor now." I say with a glare in response to his pleased smirk.

He doesn't move. He's swirling the amber liquid around in his glass, eyeing it thoughly and then looks at me with that same intense stare. The blood in my veins starts rushing around and my heart is beating too fast for my own good and all I can do is stare back into his gorgeous and warm brown eyes. I'm feeling too hot and if I don't cool off soon; I might explode all over him in the baddest way. I clear my throat.

"Perhaps you'll have that drink now?" He wonders. God that man is pushy and it annoys me tremendously, but he still makes my knees go weak. I hate him and myself for it.

I nod my response and add "with ice" about a second later.

He glares at me. We both know it will ruin a perfectly good drink, but I have no intention on letting it melt in my glass, but he doesn't know that, yet. He hands me the drink and eyes the ice cube with a disgust glare. His glare goes from discussed to suspicious once he sees me reach into my glass. I hold the cube between my thumb and pointer finger. He follows it to my lips with his eyes and watches me suck it free of any bourbon still attached to it. He parts his lips slightly when I take the cube and place it against the skin of my throat. It immediately starts to melt against my hot skin. Soon a drop forms and starts to make its way down my throat. His eyes follow its path past my collar bones and onto my chest before it disappears between my cleavages, created by my small dress in this skin tight dress. He licks his bottom lip once the drop is out of side and I can't suppress my small but proud smirk. His eyes shoot up to meet mine. His usual amber colored eyes are clouded with desire. I keep my eyes lock on his while I move the melting ice cube around on my skin.

A low groan escapes past his lips before he tears his eyes away from mine and follows the drops of water that are rolling down my chest. I thrive in the fact that for a moment I'm in control. My skin is glistering under the dim light. Once the cube is completely disappeared, I first put my thumb and then my pointer finger in my mouth to help them back to my normal body temperature. He places his finger on a wet trail and follows it down. I gasp at the feeling of his hot finger again my chilled skin. He smirks pleased in response to my reaction.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Waldorf." He muses against my ear. "You shouldn't tempt me like that."

"What did I do?" I say with feigned innocence, biting my lip as I look into his darkened eyes.

"You are well aware of what you did." He growls.

"I just cooled myself." I shrug my shoulders, keeping up the pretence. "I never asked you to watch." I draw out the word and he and I both know that I am referring to more than the current situation.

His eyes glimmer "You know how much I enjoy to watch." He moves closer, if that is even humanly possible and sneaks him arm around my waist. I stop him by placing my hand on his wrist behind me. "Watching is not touching, Mr. Bass." I smile sweetly at him as I pull his arm away from my waist. I reach behind me and take my glass; I throw the amber liquid against the back of my throat before I slam the empty glass down. "Perhaps you should stick to that..." I push myself past him and walk out onto the dance floor.

I sway my hips to the beat. I look over my shoulder and find him check out my derriere with much appreciation. I give him a naughty smile and disappear into the crowd. After a few steps I'm pretty sure I have disappeared from his line of sight and I dance my way back, so I see where he stood at the bar, only to find him gone. I look around and see his eyes on my left, only a few feet away. I dance around the room like a butterfly, tasting men as if they are flowers. I catch glimpses of his eyes, everywhere I turn, and he's stalking or tailing me. Call it whatever you like. He watches me dance with gay men, straight men and even a female or two. He watches how those men grind against me, put their hands all over me, or even try to kiss me. When one of them gets really persistent, he even steps in, making the man back down.

"You're playing a dangerous game Miss Waldorf." He repeats himself after he drags me off to a dark little corner. I soon realize there is no way of escaping him. He literally cornered me. "He wouldn't have taken no for an answer." He continues in his attempt to get through to me.

"Have you considered the option that maybe I wanted that?" I wonder annoyed. "Or that I wouldn't have said 'No' to start with."

He eyes me suspiciously.

"I wanted him not to take 'no' for an answer."

"Did you now." He raises his eyebrow.

"Yes." I pout childishly.

He kills the space between us. I try to back up, but I can't as an alternative I try to stand tall. He places one hand on the right side of my face and uses his other to grab a fistful of my hair. He uses it to completely control the movement of my head. He pulls the back of my head down and leans down the gently kiss my lips. He licks his lips so he can taste my lip gloss. "Cherry's" He smirks: "my favorite kind". I roll my eyes at his blunt referral to his nickname. I get punished with a soaring and breathtaking kiss, if you can call that a punishment... When he allows me to breathe through my mouth again, I seize the opportunity to ask him: "what are you doing?" completely out of breath.

"Not accepting 'no' for an answer."