Enjoy babes! It's going downhill from here hahahaha
Let's Talk About Sex:
Chapter Two
Mercedes tilted her as she turned to the side, looking over the dress Quinn had picked out for her to wear. "This is very… revealing for a panel, don't you think?" She asked, looking at the fashion director.
Quinn had been with Snixx Magazine since the beginning and was the sole reason their fashion department was the best company-wide department. She'd gotten her degree at FITT and hit the ground running after she graduated; she'd been an assistant to several top fashion designers and interned at Vogue for a year before landing the gig at Snixx.
"That's the point." The blonde replied, twisting Mercedes around by her hips. "What I would kill to have this ass… here you're wearing heels tonight."
"Heels are a bit much…" Mercedes quipped, slipping the black heels on. "Besides, I'll be sitting the whole time."
"Mhm. CAN SOMEONE BRING ME SOME RED LIPSTICK?" Quinn shouted, ignoring Mercedes.
Mercedes rolled her eyes, turning back to the mirror and admiring herself. She hated when Quinn would dress her because she could never find a single flaw. Like now, she was wearing a green bodice dress that accentuated her curves, showing a little flesh from her waist, and stopped mid-thigh. Her hair was up in a curly bun with a few tendrils framing her face, and her make-up was drop-dead gorgeous, with muted browns and soft blacks. She looked like a bronzed wet dream.
"I feel like I'm overdressed. It's a panel with professionals, and I look like… like a woman about to go out for the night." Mercedes said, shifting on her feet. "Couldn't you give me a sexy suit?"
Quinn spun around, shooting daggers at her. "Excuse me?"
Mercedes saw the look on her assistant's face and grimaced. "Shit, sorry, Q! I know that word is forbidden here."
"You aren't wearing a suit because your podcast is about sex. You have to look the part. Besides, you're still representing Snixx while you're there, and we don't do suits."
Mercedes rolled her eyes as Quinn continued. "Besides, this is your first introduction to the world; you thought you'd show up wearing a moo-moo? No, you show up being the badass woman you are on the podcast and in your column; now hold still and let me finish."
Once again, Mercedes knew she was right; Quinn was always right. As she stood there, she began feeling beautiful and sexy in her dress; she became less nervous and more confident that she could do this and go to the forum and be Mercy J.
After a few more minutes of primping and poking, she was led to the SUV, where Santana waited for her. The moment Mercedes slipped into the back seat, Santana went to work.
"'Okay, soo you, along with nine others, will be front and center, answering questions, giving advice, and when the moment calls for it, you will one-up the competition."
"Competition? San, aren't we all in the same boat?"
"Please, there will always be one star that shines brighter than the others, and you, dear Mercy J, are that star. So make the men swoon for you, and the women want to be you; hell, make the women swoon too. And here."
Mercedes took the photo from her. "Who is this?"
"This is Joe Hart; he does the Podcast for Cosmo Magazine. He is your biggest competition and easy on the eyes, so I am sure you can find some way to get all his secrets." Santana teased.
Mercedes nodded. Joe wasn't a bad-looking guy, to be honest; he was handsome but not her type at all. "I will see what I can do. Is there anything I should know?"
Santana smiled. "Yes. Enjoy yourself. You are young, talented, and beautiful; this is a great networking opportunity and could take The Turn on and Snixx magazine to higher heights."
"I'll make you proud, San, no worries."
Sam stared at the growing crowd; he arrived early to get a better read on the place and the people. He also wanted a chance to size Mercy J up, before he decided how he was going to get the scoop on her. As his phone beeped, he frowned, seeing a text from Kitty.
KW: Don't forget, tonight is the night you win one for the team. Don't let me down.
SE: Don't worry, I have a plan; I will stick to it. By the time I am done with her, Mercy J will be nothing more than a has been.
KW: Good, then you can come over, and we can really celebrate.
KW: You know I'd rock your world.
SE: And you know I am not interested. Goodnight Kitty.
With that, Sam shut off his phone; he needed to focus. He had seen a few women, one older, blonde, a bit out there; she was behind the curtain singing show tunes, and for a moment, he thought she could be Mercy J, the age fit, but her voice did not.
Then there was an older brunette, tall, her face serious, and he knew that wasn't her; she looked like someone who commanded the troops, not letting loose and bare her soul.
As he looked around, his eyes stopped; they landed on a beauty in green. The way the dress clung to her made it look like a second skin. She was talking to another woman, who seemed to be introducing her around, and then he saw her smile. It was the kind of smile that lit up the whole room.
As he moved closer to get a better look at her, she must have known he was staring because their eyes met and that was the moment he decided she would end up in his bed.
He winked at her, enjoying the blush that crept on her face and watched as she was ushered away. Making a mental note to find her after the panel, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. Turning, he saw his friend and fellow writer, Blaine, standing beside him.
"So you will be in the front; that way, you can ask your questions and have a clear view of the stage and panel."
Sam nodded. "Good, 'cause I don't want to be up there."
"Do you have the questions you are gonna ask Mercy J?"
"I have the list Kitty wants me to ask and then I have my own, which do you think I am gonna use?" Sam smirked.
The lights flashed, signaling the start of the event, and everyone began to move to their seats. Blaine moved to the front where the panelists were being introduced with Sam close behind, taking their seats that were front and center.
Sam leaned into Blaine. "Twenty bucks says she's sixty with a back hump."
Blaine pulled twenty out of his pocket and waved it in front of Sam. "Put your money where your mouth is Evans."
"Hello, hello, hello. I am Unique, most of you know me from my lifestyle blogs, and my new show on E! The Fabu Life. I am going to be your hostess with the fabulous curves this evening. Let's welcome our wonderful panelist this evening to the stage."
As the panelist joined the stage, Unique smiled. "Let's welcome first, Tina Cohen-Chang, known for Asian Lovers, do it best." As Tina walked by and waved wearing a black and white checkered thigh-high dress, with matching go go boots, Unique continued. "Next, we have the always yummy Jake Puckerman, known for Dancers Prerogative." Jake walked onto the stage blowing a few kisses to the women in the audience, wearing a buttoned down sky blue shirt, missing a few buttons and a pair of jeans.
"Next we have Hunter Clarington, with Vets, Pets and Fast Cars. And yes the rumors are true, he is taken, ya girl tried and failed." She said laughing.
As the panelists started to take their seats, Mercedes rubbed her hands together nervously.
"Next up, Holly Holiday, with Substituting 101. I guess there is a blog for everything these days." Holly walked out wearing a barely there tubetop, earning a few cat calls. She flipped her long blonde locks winking at the crowd.
Unique began to fan herself. "Oh, now for one of my favorite blogs. "eXcorts by Brody…and my oh my what I could do with that tasty treat right there." She said twirling her hips.
Brody walked out, nodding towards Unique and she swooned. "Child you better tell that man to stop looking at me like that. We might have to end this panel early!"
The women in the audience and some of the men whistled and cat called. Unique continued. "Next we were supposed to have Joe Hart, but I am sorry ladies he had a scheduling conflict. So moving forward we have Duets, Lyrics, and spices, with Marley Rose!" Marley walked out, wearing a pair of jeans, heels and a silk blouse, waving as she took her seat.
"Next to last, we have Hockey Pucks and lots of…nah I am not gonna say that put you all know Rick the Stick." The red head walked out in his hockey jersey hyping up the crowd as he did.
Once the crowd calmed she smiled. "And last but certainly not least is the woman of the hour, you all love her, and we finally get to see the FaBuLous women behind this year's biggest podcast Let's Talk About Sex. Mercy J!"
Mercedes took a deep breath before she stepped onto the stage, offering a smile as she made her way to her seat, waving at the warm and loud response she was welcomed with.
Blaine looked over to Sam. "Pony up Evans, unless she has a great plastic surgeon there ain't no way that woman is 60."
Sam looked at the woman walking across the stage before smirking and shaking his head. "Damn, I see why Kitty wants me to get dirt on her." He replied, handing over his money. "This should be interesting."
Unique took her seat and smiled out to the audience. "Okay, we all know why we are here, so how about we let our panelists say a few words before we get started?"
As the panelist began to introduce themselves, Mercedes nervously looked across the crowd, there were a lot of people there, she didn't know what to expect, but this wasn't it.
"Alright, it's time to hear from Mercy J." Unique said, bringing her out of her thoughts.
Mercedes smiled, closing her eyes to get into her Mercy J persona. "Well, you all know me as your resident sex advisor. I am here to give you all the dirty deets and secrets you can't seem to keep. So ask away, as you know, no topic is off-topic with me."
Sam cleared his throat standing. "If what you say is true, about no topic is off topic, I have a question."
Unique perked up, signaling for someone to give him a mic. "And who are you?"
Smirking, he grabbed the mic. "Sam Evans, Jerk Magazine."
"Well shit." Unique said. "Now this is an interesting development! For those of you that have been living under a rock, sexy here is Jerk Magazine's very own sex guru. Funny how Joe couldn't make it but you're here."
Sam chuckled. "It's just a very lucky coincidence. Can I ask Mercy J my questions?"
Mercedes looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Ask away."
He turned his attention back to her, looking her over again. "You talk a lot about the men you have one-night stands with on your podcast. My question for you is which one made you consider seconds?"
Mercedes leaned into her mic with a smile. "When that person exists, I'll let my readers know."
Sam nodded slowly. "So none of them made you want seconds? None of them devoured you to the point that you couldn't think straight?"
"No, and unfortunately for them, first impressions matter, and I don't give second chances." She said with a shrug.
"So, say a man presented a proposition to do just that, would you accept?"
"See here's the thing Mr. Evans, men look at women, like they look at buffet tables. Their eyes are too big for their stomach and they can never eat as much as they say. Men see a woman and claim they have all this game, but in the end they end up being a disappointment."
Unique snapped her fingers, nodding in agreement. "Whew chile, this is happening!"
Sam moved over to where he was standing in front of her. "You see, this is where you have my question mixed up. I am the man offering to devour you, you've listened to my podcast and you can't say you haven't so you know I am more than capable."
Mercedes laughed. "Is this where you want to put your money where your mouth is, or rather, you want to make my toes curl? My bed rock? Please. Mr. Evans, until you realize that women come in different sizes, which means, my pleasure will not be easy to obtain like someone else's we have nothing further to discuss. Next Question?"
Sam smirked. "No. I don't want to make your toes curl or bedrock. I'm not a teenage boy who needs to hear the bed thumping to keep my rhythm. Also, it's cute that you assumed I intended on use anything but my tongue. I think the men you've been dealing with have been approaching you all wrong, from what you've told they seem very… typical. So I'll ask it plainly, Mercy J, can I eat you?"
"Oh shit!" Unique squealed. "Can I say shit? Hell I don't care. Girl you better say yes!"
Mercedes looked at Sam and smirked, shaking her head. "Game on Evans. You want to have your 7 minutes in heaven with Mercy J, you got it. It will be a Mercy J exclusive."
Sam moved closer, looking directly into her eyes. "How about we seal it with a kiss then?"
"Yes! Someone get that man on this stage!" Unique said excitedly as the crowd began to chant kiss, kiss!
Mercedes leaned back, shaking her head and looking backstage at Santana. "Wait, w-wait this was cute but I don't…" She stammered, watching Sam walk on stage.
"This is the best damn panel I've done so far!" Unique shouted, earning cheers from the crowd.
Sam walked right in front of Mercedes, kneeling so they were at eye level. "Be warned, I bite." He said, wrapping his hand around the leg of the chair, pulling her close.
Mercedes stared at him, how the hell did she let herself be put in this situation? As he pulled her close she rolled her eyes. "Yeah you look like one of those." She smirked, trying to stay in character.
A sexy groan accompanied his chuckle. "And you look like someone who hasn't been properly fucked. Everyone is waiting, let's not disappoint them." He replied, cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss that caught them both off guard.
Mercedes had planned on kissing the man, and pushing him away in disgust, however, the moment his lips touched hers, it took everything she had in her not to moan. Her tongue ran across the seam of his bottom lips before she took his lip, sucking it between her teeth.
Mercedes needed to pull a sound out of him, because if not, all the crowd would hear was a whimper from her, needing more of him. She felt his hands pull her closer as he ran his tongue over hers and the deep groan leaving his throat gave her the validation she needed to pull away.
Sam felt her starting to pull away and wrapping his arm around her, holding her in place, slipping his tongue further into her mouth getting a deeper taste of Mercy J. He hated that he groaned but he hated more that he was hooked, hooked like a fool from one kiss.
"Wooowee its getting hot up in here! Yassss." Unique sang as the crowd cheered them on.
Mercedes nipped his lips before smirking as she pulled away. "Hope you enjoyed that, Sammy." She pulled back, wiping her lips as she looked over to Unique. "Next question?"
Sam blinked, letting out a slightly annoyed laugh. "You seriously want to play this game?" He asked, licking his lips
"You wanted a kiss, you got one. One you seemed to really enjoy. Is there anything else?" She asked loving that she was getting under his skin.
"Umm some of us have questions for other people up there!" A woman shouted and Unique rolled her eyes.
"No, the kiss was meant to seal a deal or did you already forget that second part?" Sam questioned.
"Unless you want me to spread my legs right here and now, I have a panel to finish."
Sam looked at her before noticing her left eye slightly twitch and smirked. "I have one last question."
"Look Evans, I know you want more, but there are other people here." She smirked.
"Humor me." He replied cutely. "You said on one of your shows that you liked the Savvoy Club, right?"
"Not sure where this is going but yes." Mercedes said.
"Mhm… what was the code you used?" He asked, watching her closely.
Mercedes faltered only for a moment, and only Sam could see, she rolled her eyes, putting on her playful smirk. "As if I would put all my business out there."
Sam smirked. "Tuesday night, wear black." He replied before walking off the stage and back to his seat.
Unique clapped her hands. "Whew chile I am gonna get a raise for this event! Now, let's move on to some more questions!"
Seems they both ain't shit... or are they? Eh, guess you'll never know! Until next time xoxo!