Bleh. Writing Slump. Please review, it'll make me smile.
"Right there, fuck, yes, oh my god," Alison moans loudly as she lies face down on the bed with Emily straddling her back. The brunette is giving her a massage and Alison loves the way her fingers really dig into her back and knead the knots out.
"Why are you so good at this," Alison whimpers as she feels Emily's hands glide up her back.
"I took a course once," Emily explains. "I used to swim in high school so they taught us how to work the kinks out."
"I'll let you work my kinks out any day," Alison moans as she bites her lip while Emily's hands work on the small of her back.
"You're a tease," Emily says quietly with an amused smile.
"I am not!" Ali protests but she can't even say it with a straight face. She glances at the clock. "My turn, since we don't have much time left."
"I don't mind-"
"Emily, switch," Alison demands with fake authority and Emily laughs softly as she climbs off and lies flat on her stomach so the blonde can get up to sit on top of her. She closes her eyes in bliss as she feels Ali's nimble tiny fingers working quickly but very firmly. "So am I going to see you soon?"
"What time are you off work?" Emily asks, too relaxed to even care about that filthy place right now.
"Two," Alison replies. It was nearing seven pm. The girls had slept in and cuddled all morning while enjoying their playful banter, but neither of them made any serious physical advances. Then Alison had dragged Emily up out of bed and the two of them cooked and crashed on the couch watching movies. It felt so natural between the two of them, like they had known each other their whole lives.
"Come over after," Emily says without missing a beat.
"Will you pick me up? You don't have to come inside," Alison asks carefully.
"You don't own a car do you?" Emily asks nonchalantly but Alison feels a little embarrassed.
"No," she says quietly.
"Okay, I don't mind picking you up."
"Does that bother you?"
"Having to pick you up so you don't have to find your way to my place alone in the dark at 2 am?"
"Me not having a car," she clarifies. She pauses before she continues. "Or a lot of hot water in my place for that matter. Or cable…actually just don't ever come over because I have no central heating/ and a/c either. It would just be embarrassing."
"Why do you think I would care about that?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
"I mean those are convenient, but it's not like any of that defines you," Emily replies coolly.
"You are like a fortune cookie," Alison says playfully as she lets her fingers slip to Emily's sides to tickle her for just a moment, enough to get a giggle, before going back to kneading her back.
"You're not so bad at this yourself," Emily hums happily as she bites back a quiet moan.
"I have a lot of secret talents," Alison says proudly. She can hear Emily choke back a laugh. So she leans down and lets her lips graze the brunette's ear. "Wait til you see what I can do with my tongue."
"O-h-h," Emily says in a strangled voice but it sounds like a moan as she feels Ali's hot breath cover her ear. A shudder rips through her body without warning and she slams her head face down into the mattress, a little embarrassed but mostly frustrated.
"Alison," she groans and the blonde can't help herself as she lets her hands slide up and down her sides tauntingly, her fingers tracing little patterns on the way, and the brunette begins to quiver. Alison has been very handsy with Emily in their flirting and all their cuddling. But what's stopping her from advancing is the fear of moving too fast or coming off too aggressive.
Still, Emily is so incredibly beautiful to Alison and she wants so badly to really experience her- she wants to make Emily feel good in every last bit of her lovely body. It is taking everything within the blonde to not jump the gun with the brunette because she means way more to her than just a fling or friend with benefits.
"Emily," she mumbles under her breath and flips the brunette over clumsily. She lands on top of her with a thigh between Emily's legs.
She sees the brunette staring up at her with a smile and she leans down to kiss her softly. For a few seconds it's sweet, but she's surprised when Emily slides her hand into her hair and catches her bottom lip between her teeth teasingly.
Ali whimpers slightly and lets her hands on Emily's hips slide a little up under her shirt feeling her toned yet soft tummy.
She leans up and looks down at Emily.
"I don't want to go too fast," Alison whispers softly as she brings one hand up to brush Emily's hair out of her face while letting the other hand trace patterns on her torso. "But I really want to touch you."
"You can," Emily says softly and Alison knows she means it by the sincere look in her eyes.
"You tell me when to stop, okay?"
Emily nods and Ali gives her a warm smile before she kisses her for just a moment. She drags her open mouth down to the base of Emily's neck and begins to suck on the skin, causing Emily to fight the urge to moan. But she can't hold it back as Alison's hand slides up her shirt and covers her left breast over her bra. As Ali nips at her skin she feels the blonde grab the soft mound of flesh appreciatively, her thumb flicking back and forth over her nipple, and Emily finally moans, quietly but sensually.
Ali almost gulps. If her panties weren't wet before, they were most definitely soaked now. Hearing Emily moan, because of her, was probably the sexiest sound Alison had ever heard. She pulled back and sat up, sliding her hand out.
"Sorry, if we keep going I'll never be able to get to work," Alison apologizes trying to breathe properly
"Did I mess that up?"
Alison looks at her like she's grown two heads.
"Mess that up?!"
She shakes her head vigorously and grabs Emily's hand, and nonchalantly slides it inside her jeans outside her panties- but it doesn't matter because the brunette gasps loudly at how soaked they are.
"I mean, I've been having…you know…thoughts all day…but that little moan of yours…fuck," Ali shakes her head but when she feels Emily begin to rub ever so slowly against her panties, she gasps and grips her wrist, suddenly way too turned on.
Emily's wearing an innocent smile but Ali can see how playful the brunette is slowly becoming.
"Later," Alison murmurs removing her hand. She pulls Emily up with her and plants a kiss on her nose. "Definitely later, beautiful."
X
At 1:53 am, Emily finds herself outside the club, a little overeager already to see Alison but she doesn't think the blonde would care if she knew. She's a little worried, Alison hasn't texted her back in over three hours but she figures the club just got busy because all Ali had texted her about earlier was how much she wanted to leave already and continue to lay in bed in sweats with her.
At 2:16 am, she sits there a little concerned when Alison doesn't answer her phone call or text. Most people had exited already, she had seen a stream of people leave right around 2.
So Emily cautiously gets out and walks inside through the still unlocked door and is stopped by the rude looking bimbo at the front. When she explains she's just here to pick up Vivian, the girl reluctantly lets her go back.
But she doesn't have to walk very far to see two topless blondes flirtatiously all over each other in front of a very rich, important looking man who keeps talking to them. She can recognize Alison in a heartbeat and watches her messily grab on to Cece and clumsily kiss her before laughing and stumbling, almost falling over.
Emily tries to tell herself that this is part of her job, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. She watches Cece grip Alison's face and kiss her hard, sliding her tongue in her mouth, shoving her backwards towards the couch until Alison is moaning and squirming under her.
The older man is clearly encouraging them and he starts to touch Cece, pressing her closer to Alison, so Emily walks over to stop this before she gets sick. She wouldn't stop it if the club was functioning, but it's past two and Alison is officially supposed to be with her right now. And Emily does not want to share.
"Ali," she says a little too loudly as she walks over and watches as Cece almost falls off backwards on her ass as Alison shoves her off at the sound of Emily's voice.
"Emily!" she exclaims gleefully as she scrambles to her feet and is suddenly in Emily's arms with her legs wrapped around her. The brunette is caught off guard and can quickly smell the strong scent of alcohol all over her. "I missed you Em, I wanna go home."
"Now who's this incredibly beautiful girl?" the older man asks about Emily as Cece sits on his lap.
"This is Emmy and she's perfect," Alison says affectionately as she abruptly kisses the brunette messily but with passion, her warm tongue sliding into the brunette's mouth. Emily is caught off guard but let's the drunk girl have her moment before pulling away.
"Emily, can you take Al-Vivian back to the dressing room? I'm going to show Mr. Taylor out of here," Cece says nonchalantly but Emily sees she has a look saying we-need-to-talk. So the brunette nods and brings the blonde with her towards the back. Once they're in the empty room, Alison tries to push her down on a couch but Emily stands still looking confused.
"I want you," Alison pleads as she starts to kiss Emily's neck with desperate need. The brunette enjoys her lips on her skin but needs to get her out of here because she can't stand to be in this place much longer. "Emily please."
"Not here, not like this," Emily tells her gently and Ali's face lights up.
"At home?"
"Eventually," Emily says softly. The door opens behind them and Cece walks in with a couple hundred dollars in her hands. She hands two of the bills to Emily.
"Keep those for Alison, I don't want her to lose them," Cece says blandly.
"Okay," Emily obeys and shoves them in her pocket.
"Ali are you feeling okay?" Cece asks as she turns the drunk girl towards her.
"Cece," she says with a goofy grin as she hugs her. "I wanna go home."
"Emily is here, she'll take you home," Cece tells her. "Do you think you can change? I want to talk to Emily."
The two watch Alison's eyes turn angry, her pupils are dilated and she looks so completely trashed.
"Don't flirt with my Emily," Alison says in that low, dangerous voice of hers. She turns back towards the brunette and pulls her head down, kissing her harshly with teeth scraping and tongues clashing. She turns back to Cece with dark eyes. "She likes me, me…"
"I know Ali, I'm not going to flirt with her I promise. I just want to talk to her okay?"
Alison slowly and drunkenly nods and stumbles over towards where her bag is on the couch.
Emily is so confused. She feels so out of place.
"She's not just drunk," Cece says catching her attention. This makes Emily's eyes narrow and her heart beat fast.
"What?"
"They drugged her," Cece says in a low voice.
"Who drugged her?" Emily asks in such a harsh demanding voice that the blonde is caught off guard.
"Our bosses. When one of us is performing poorly, they tell us to loosen up with a few drinks that they give us. She hasn't been making their quota the past two weeks, and she's been barely trying. So they gave her some alcohol. But I saw them lace hers with something, I don't know what. And I'm sorry you saw that back there, between us. She told me how much you don't like her working here."
"When did she say that?"
"Today, when she came in, she found me and started venting. She's not blaming you, she just feels stuck because she doesn't know what else to do and she really likes you. She kept saying she doesn't want to fuck up this chance."
Emily tries to process everything. But Cece continues.
"Ali is like my little sister. When she came here she didn't have anyone in her life she could trust, and she was this scared little thing. Her ex at the time had screwed her over, I'm sure she told you."
"No actually," Emily says quietly.
"Well he did. That bastard fucked her over so badly she was jumping at every little noise. So I taught her how to stand up for herself and to just be herself again. I don't know what's going on between you two, but don't hurt her," Cece warns but she isn't too harsh.
Emily nods rapidly, wanting to get Alison the hell out of this place.
"They can't keep getting away with drugging her."
"I don't think she even knows, I've never told her what goes on. I yelled at them and I got a black eye, so that was the last time I tried to deal with that."
"Cece why don't you just leave?"
"Where else am I going to make five hundred dollars a night?"
Emily sighs. She has no energy to argue with anybody right now. She looks towards the tiny blonde on the couch and sees her with just a sweatshirt slipped over her torso. Ali has fallen asleep curled up on the couch, and Emily thinks she looks so freaking cute despite the circumstances.
"I'll make sure she gets home," Emily tells Cece. "Thanks."
"Take care of her," is all Cece replies before grabbing all her stuff to go change.
Emily goes over to the blonde on the couch. "Ali," she calls softly and the blonde's eyes flutter open. A smile graces her face.
"Emmy," she says affectionately as she tries to sit up. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," Emily says with a smile. The blonde's eyes begin to droop again and she holds on to Emily. Her head nods forward and rests on Emily's shoulder- she's out.
X
Alison blinks sleepily, sunlight entering her eyes. Her head is fuzzy for a moment before it clears and she feels bile rising up in her throat.
"Oh god," she says feeling sick and Emily, who's lying beside her, quickly opens her eyes and sits up.
"What's wrong?"
"I need bathroom, now," Ali tries to say but her stomach lurches and her headache comes on full force.
"Trash can on your side," Emily says as she nudges her towards the edge of the bed and holds her hair back while Alison lets go and wretches up the contents of her stomach. She hates throwing up, the smell of her own vomit makes her continue to empty her insides.
As she heaves, she feels Emily rub her back softly and whisper that it's alright.
"God," she mumbles as her body shakes and she hangs her head over the side while trying to breathe. "What happened?"
"You were really fucked up," Emily says softly as Alison groans and wipes her mouth on the back of her sweatshirt sleeve.
"How…oh god," she says as she feels it coming back and she continues to heave into the trash can until there's nothing left inside her.
"I feel like shit," Alison whimpers as she rolls back onto her side facing Emily and closes her eyes.
"Does this happen a lot?"
"Throwing up? No, not really."
"Do you always get really drunk at work?"
"No," Ali says trying to calm down despite her nausea. "I don't remember coming back here or even seeing you last night. How'd I get here?"
"I picked you up."
"And I was shitfaced?"
"Cece explained it to me."
"Oh," is all Ali can say as she lies still. She doesn't want to talk about this now with Emily. "Did I say anything?"
"Nothing that bad," Emily says but Alison opens her eyes because she can hear the smirk in Emily's voice. She sees the brunette looking at her playfully and she groans.
"I embarrassed myself didn't I?"
"I mean, you had cute moments…"
Alison huffs and shuts her eyes. "I feel like a fucking train hit me and then your ex creature girl came and stepped on my head and used it as a soccer ball. And I don't even remember drinking that much."
Emily's eyebrows crease worriedly. She knows the truth, she just doesn't want to break it to Alison.
"I had like two drinks…that's what I remember anyway, I felt so out of it," Alison tries to recall. "So fucking weird."
"Ali you shouldn't work there anymore." Emily says cautiously.
"I know you don't like me working there but I need that job."
"They drugged you, that's why you were so out of it."
Ali is already paler than usual but she pales even more.
"Who drugged me?" her voice is quiet and soft, but Emily thinks Alison doesn't even sound shocked, just afraid.
"Your bosses."
"Cece told you that?"
Emily simply nods, and Ali is completely silent for a few moments.
"Alison?"
"Can we talk about this later? Please?"
Emily opens her mouth to object, but she takes one look at how sick Alison looks and relents. She nods and gets up.
"I'll get you some advil," she tells her over her shoulder and leaves.
Ali lies there, absolutely sick to her stomach. She knows that the first thing she should be concerned about is the fact that her bosses drugged her. But what's on her mind is completely irrational- she can't stop thinking that Emily finds her completely disgusting. She can't even imagine how Emily must've found her.
The blonde imagines herself in the most embarrassing situation- for all she knows, she could've been completely naked and shitfaced and all over god knows who. She's terribly afraid Emily is just pitying her and taking care of her until she can kick a mess like her back to the curb.
Just the thought of easily losing any chance she has with Emily in a mere second scares her shitless. She can't imagine Emily ever putting up with her bullshit (because she knows she herself wouldn't). It brings out the most painful thoughts for Ali.
"I brought you some ad-"
Emily is reading the bottle while holding it up to her face but walks in to see Alison curled up in a ball shaking. Tears are slowly but surely beginning to fall from her eyes that are squeezed shut tight and Emily rushes over to her bedside, kneeling down.
"Ali, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry I fucked up," Ali chokes out with labored breathing. Emily is completely startled and looks at her. The blonde's eyes are still screwed shut and her chest is heaving. "I didn't mean to I'm sorry."
EDIT:
Okay, I'm having a shitty morning so I'm going to rant right here. To the guest that just left a nice long note about how this story makes no sense, I'm sorry but you make no sense. Yes, Alison is beautiful and smart and yes girls that are pretty tend to get jobs more often than not. But unfortunately, that isn't always true. I've met some very smart and gorgeous strippers, and I was emotionally/romantically involved with two who were very different from each other- and they both had their reasons for doing their jobs and not quitting, though one right now is slowly realizing she should quit. And if you're going to doubt whether they're actually pretty, one of them got hit on everywhere I went with her- a douchey guy came up to her when I was taking pictures of her at the beach and completely ignored me and goes "Wow you're gorgeous, completely gorgeous". And all my friends called her a 10 and the hottest girl I've been with.
My point is, I know real girls, who are just as good looking and smart as Alison, who struggle to leave those jobs. Often, they have the lowest self confidence and are afraid of screwing up, and they know that because they have sexual power over people they can at least use that to their advantage. All I'm trying to say is people do things for different reasons, and sometimes they won't walk away because they're stubborn or they're scared. And jobs like that are dangerous, you get addicted to the money. It happens.
Alison may be coming off as very sweet and protective and kind and intelligent and so forth, but they've only just met- between her family issues and what Cece has told Emily, and the way she thinks Emily is too good for her, the girl clearly has problems. People are very good at holding in their deepest darkest secrets, and emotional issues, of course, and Alison did not spill her deepest problems yet to Emily- but she touched on them. That's revealing more about herself than she'd normally want to, and that frightens her.
Also, about the point that Alison makes a ton of money but lives in a shitty apartment, um why don't you keep reading because there is most definitely an explanation for that...it's not like I ended the story here without an explanation. Some people don't know how to control their spending habits, and others give money to other people out of concern. So. There's that point. I make really good money for a student with a part time job, and my paycheck disappears quickly between helping my parents out and paying rent and taking care of other people.
A sensitive girl like Emily wouldn't be having sex with her at all? In the dating/physical aspect, my friends would relate me to this version of Emily that I wrote, and I would most definitely at least want to have sex with someone like Alison because I tend to set aside the bad and focus on the good. So technically yes it is a lot to mentally ignore, but somehow I do it. And there is a lot of good inside Alison. Emily just got out of an abusive relationship, Alison is like a slice of heaven for her. And they definitely aren't completely jumping into bed with each other just yet.
Sorry, I just wanted to clarify all of this. To those of you who are still reading and enjoying the story, thank you for your vote of confidence in my writing and I sincerely do write for you guys because I love the art of storytelling. And I appreciate constructive criticism, I do, I have taken certain comments and thoughts and incorporate them into my story. My screenwriting professor tears apart my scripts on a weekly basis, in a constructive way, and he's proud because I bounce back with an even better result. Someone requested that I don't make anything Ali does with other people too graphic, and I've tried to stick to that as well because it's true, this story is very much about the two of them.
Thanks for reading as always, especially if you took the time to read this angry rant. I apologize, it's quite unnecessary. Don't take it personally anon, I just needed to explain myself.