| DONT THINK IM NOT THREE |
| The club was loud, too loud, and crowded. Lance followed Justin closely, weaving through sweaty bodies and smoke filled air. He coughed, hating that stench. The music reverberated in his head and he sighed. Joey's hand landed on his shoulder and Lance turned to see a sly grin on his face. "What?" he asked, keeping one eye on Justin, who had picked up his pace. Joey's eyes darted to the left, where three scantily clad young ladies were eyeing them. "Wanna come with?" he shouted. Lance looked at the girls, then at Joey and shrugged. "Why the fuck not?" he said, heading over, leaving Justin without warning. He trailed behind his friend, and wondered just where Joey's fiance was headed. He had thought they were all going to the same club, but at the last minute, she had taken off with JC's girlfriend someplace else, leaving Lance in the dark. He didn't really care since he had taken care of his sexual energy online with his lady friend, but still, he was hoping to see her later. He watched with curiosity as Joey approached the girls smoothly, squeezing inbetween two of them, motioning for Lance to join them. He did so, only slightly interested. "Hi there," he said to a cute, petite blonde. He knew if she was a fan, he would have to slip back into innocent Lance mode, and he really didn't feel like doing that right now. She gazed at him adoringly, and he knew that look. His hope faded as she began her N Sync love, and he listened to her with one eye on the door, contemplating how long he would need to stand there and smile sweetly at her. Justin sauntered over with a beer and a frown. "Here," he said, handing one to Lance. "Where the hell did you go? I turned around and you were gone." The blonde girl's face lit up as she saw Justin standing there. Lance saw his escape and took it. "Justin, man, this is..." he leaned closer to the girl, his lips dancing near her ear. "What's your name again?" The girl shook in her shoes. "Emily," she replied, never taking her eyes off Justin. Lance stepped back. "Justin. Emily." He saw Justin shoot him a dirty look for entwining him in this girl's web, but Lance just grinned and backed off. "Catch you later. Gotta hit the john." He bit back a mean spirited laugh as he headed off. It wasn't his fault, he reasoned, he just couldn't take gushing, especially now. If she had acted more mature, maybe he'd have some use for her. But being with true fans was a no-no. He'd been warned about tell all books, and horrid stories popping up on the web. It would do no good to any of their financial situations for him to be caught with his pants down, so to speak. He spotted JC ahead and quickly tried to manuever around so he wouldn't be seen. It was too late, and a friendly hand reached out to grab him. "Hey, what's going on? Having a good time?" Lance bit on his lip and nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, it's cool. You know I'm going to have to cut out early, but I'm actually having some fun." He made sure JC was buying it before explaining he had to use the bathroom. JC made it tough on him, however, claiming he needed to go as well. Frustrated, he followed his friend to the restrooms on the other side of the club, downing the rest of his beer quickly, hoping it would numb him a bit. Once inside, the music faded just a bit, and Lance washed his hands. He felt JC's stare blazing into him, and met his gaze in the mirror. "What?" he snapped. "You alright man? You don't seem yourself lately." JC folded his arms across his chest and wished that Lance would just talk to him, open up and let him in on what was happening. He was so distant lately, none of the guys could reach him. "Fine. I'm fine. Why is everyone freaking out? I do have a business, ya know. It's important that I keep ontop of it. N Sync is pretty much a runaway train." He reached for a paper towel and dried his hands. "It doesn't need me." His pager went off, sending a small vibration into his hip. He tossed the paper towel away and glanced at the number. It was her cell phone number, and he stifiled a grin. "Anyway, it's all good, man. Really." He placed his pager back in his pocket and stared at JC. "Can I use your cell?" JC nodded, tired of trying with him. He handed his cell phone over and stayed close, curious as to who Lance would call. Lance pressed his lips together, realizing JC wasn't going to move. "Dude!" he smiled. "Privacy? Please?" JC reluctantly nodded, a deep frown on his face. He left the bathroom and headed back out to the club. "Hey," Lance said, as she picked up her phone. "Where are you?" "Having fun?" she cooed, laughing. He frowned, not in the mood for games. "I said, where are you?" "What's my man doing, Lance? Is he hooking up?" Her voice turned icy, irritated with the tone in Lance. "I told you! I'm not your spy. You know very well what Joey does." Lance sighed and kicked a piece of toilet paper out from under his shoes. "So," he continued. "Are you paging me so you can see me or what?" She was quiet on the other end of the line, and his patience was wearing. Since hooking up, they hadn't had the need to play games. Suddenly, it seemed as if that's exactly what she was doing, and it didn't sit well with him. "Hello?" he yelled into the phone. "Yeah, I'm here. I'm coming to get you. Meet me outside in like 20 minutes. I'll be in a cab." "Fine," he said roughly, hanging up. He left his beer bottle on the sink and headed back out. Chris slammed right into him, sending him back against the wall. "Shit, Chris!" he hollered, staring hard at him. "Watch where the fuck you're going." Chris' smile disappeared, and a hurt look flashed over his face. "Sooooo sorry," he drawled. "Wouldn't want to accidently run into the king or anything!" He pushed past Lance and went into the rest room. "Fuck," Lance hissed, straightening his jacket. He didn't really want to alienate his four friends. He just wanted to get on with his life, and at 21, he wanted to be doing things that most 21 year olds got to do. He moved through the people to the exit, pausing briefly to look for Joey. He was right where Lance had left him, making out with one of the girls, his hands firmly attached to her ass. Lance smirked. He sincerely hoped when he did fall in love, if there was such a thing, that he had it in him to stay faithful. Debating whether or not to say his goodbyes, another fan came up behind him. He smiled politely, and signed a cocktail napkin for her. Joey finally came up for air and grinned. He grabbed the girls' hand and came over. "You going?" he asked, running his hands over the girl's back. Lance looked her up and down, she really was a knockout, but so was Joey's fiance. "Yeah, man. I'm beat. I have some stuff to finish up. You coming back to the hotel?" he questioned, trying to sound casual. Joey leaned over, close to his ear. "Don't think so. Not til late. Do you think you can tell her for me. I mean if you see her back at the hotel. Just make something up." Lance nodded, and Joey thanked him with a wink. "Later man!" he called out, moving toward the dance floor. The night air was cool, and Lance stood on the sidewalk. He hoped she showed quickly. One thing he didn't want was to be recognized. Security was no where in sight, for once, and being mobbed would really suck. He frowned, and pulled his jacket up around his neck, trying to keep the chill out. Looking up, he spotted a million stars piercing the black sky. His thoughts wandered to how he'd been put in this situation, screwing his friend's fiance. "I hate him," she sobbed, crying on Lance's shoulder. "He just thinks he can fuck around on me and I won't know?" Lance held her tightly, shaking his head. Joey had been caught, pants down, in the dressing room with some woman on her knees in front of him. His girlfriend walked right in and saw it all. Comforting was second nature to him, so he chased her as she fled and held her while she cried. "Look, Joey probably didn't mean anything by doing it. He's just..." Shit, he's just what? Horny? Oversexed? Can't say no? What? "....he's just stupid. I know he loves you. He doesn't love her." Then she looked up at him with those big, watery eyes and grinned through her tears. For whatever reason, that grin had overtones and Lance saw something change in her eyes. She left, having been there just for a visit, but soon, began calling Lance, to talk. Suddenly, their friendly conversations turned sexual, and then on her next visit, the flirting started. By the time she left, Lance knew he had to have her, Joey's girlfriend or not. Joey spent a lot of time clubbing and sleeping around, and his girlfriend's veiw was, why not me too. Lance had no answer for her. Why the hell not indeed. She came again, for an extended visit, and had a drunken heart to heart with Lance in his hotel room. It was then the truth had come out, over shots of chilled Vodka. "Joey only does me when I'm flat on my back," she stated, moving dangerously close to Lance, who viewed her through narrowed eyes from his place on the bed. "No oral sex either," she said lowly, moving over him. "I love to give," she said slyly, reaching for his pants. And so it all began. The honk of the horn brought Lance back into present time and he blinked as he saw the yellow cab waiting for him. He glanced around to make sure no one saw him, then opened the door and climbed in. She sat there, a mischevious look in her eyes. "Hi there," she whispered. "Have fun?" He slid over next to her, and ran his hands up her thigh. "Not really," he admitted. "Where were you?" "A club," she said, moving his hand up her leg higher. She slid down a bit in the seat to give him better access and held his gaze, fire dancing in her eyes. "I have an idea," she grinned, as his hands caught her panties, tugging lightly at the elastic. Lance tilted his head and let his stare speak for him. She pulled back a bit, and teased him. "It's a surprise." "Oh yeah?" he asked, grabbing her to him. His lips crushed down on hers, and he placed her hand between his legs. "My idea is to get our asses back to the hotel so you can take care of this," he growled. She laughed deeply and rubbed him through his jeans. "Ooh, you've been waiting for me?" The cab pulled into a parking lot and headed for the back. Lance squinted to get a better look, ignoring her question. He saw no need to let her in on his escapades. She didn't need to be that close to him. The cab stopped, and she pulled some money out of her pocket, paying him. Grabbing Lance's hand, she yanked him from the car, and lead him to the back entrance. "Come with me little boy," she teased. He grinned as he noticed the club was actually a strip joint. "You are crazy!" he laughed as they headed inside the back way. "Why are we going in this way?" he asked. "Privacy. Just wait." The bouncer opened the door, and greeted her as if he knew her. Lance was curious, shocked, but really turned on by the whole thing. He stayed quiet, though, not wanting to spoil the excitement of the moment. She pulled him into a candle lit room and pushed him down onto a couch. She sat next to him, laughing at the look in his eyes. "You're so cute!" she gasped, staring over at him. "Arghh!" he yelled, leaning over and nipping at her neck. "Not cute! Please not cute!" "Okay," she giggled, tugging at the spikes in his hair. "Sexy! You are sexy!" She turned her head and caught his lips with hers, licking them softly. "Here's your surprise." Lance looked up as two naked, finely toned girls entered the room. The tall redhead took his hand and lead him across the room to a chair. She sat him down and he gulped as the petite brunette began a lap dance on Joey's fiance, giving him a bird's eye veiw. He simply couldn't beleive what he was seeing, and jumped as the redhead began her lap dance on him. The desire within him was immediate, and from where he sat he made eye contact with her. She licked her lips and then focused her attentions on the stripper, creating a show for him. He felt his entire body grow warm, and leaned back, quite enjoying the girl grinding into his crotch. His hands snaked around her waist, and he kept his eyes on the other two girls across the room. There was no way he was going to be able to make it back to the hotel, not when the night was proceeding like this. His groin ached and he was so hard it hurt. The heat from his body coursed through him and his green eyes turned shades deeper. "Fuck me," he groaned, throwing the stripper off him and rushing to the other side. He pulled the lap dancer from the object of his desire, and pulled her up by the hand. "I can't wait," he said, his jaw clenched. She nodded, knowingly, and waved the strippers away, attacking Lance's lips. "Sit," she commanded, huskily, lifting her skirt. Her hands worked quickly to release him from his pants. He collapsed onto the couch, and she straddled him, guiding him into her. "Oh my god," he moaned, thrusting himself upwards. She held her place firmly, and watched with interest as his eyes closed, and his mouth parted. Little beads of sweat formed over his brow and danced along his blonde hair. "That's it," she leaned down and kissed his eyelids. "Come for me." Within minutes, he let out a low grunt, and leaned back, short of breath. When his eyes opened, she was staring down at him, grinning. "Now, was my man fucking around or what?" Lance laughed, and with his hands, lifted her off him. "Not telling!" he answered, playing with her. "But, he did tell me to keep you occupied tonight!" She smoothed her skirt down and pouted a bit. "So that's the way it is," she murmered, twisting her engagement ring around. Lance eyed her as he tucked himself back in. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked her. He wanted to wash up a bit, feeling very sweaty. "I'll show you," she said, reaching for his hand. Together they walked from the seclusion of the private room and out to the general area. Standing right there in front of them was Joey with yet another strange girl perched on his lap. The two of them froze as Joey's eyes met hers in question. |