Sugar and Spice
(c)TBB/TFP 2001-02
By
Meg
Rated NC-17
*Dedicated
to Shiloh...gimmie some Sugar baby, hahaha. Thanks for the chats and this
one goes out to you....*
I crossed my arms over my tight black glittery tank top and
tapped the heel of my knee-high boots as security kept repeating “only about
ten more minutes.”
I ran my fingers through my short light hair as my green
eyes canvassed the area like a cop with a searchlight.
“Man what the hell is taking so long,” Karen muttered
next to me.
“It’s fucking Florida on a Friday night man, everyone
and their brother’s uncle wants to get up in here,” I muttered.
Suddenly there was an entourage of people swarming past us
and once they hit the front door of the club, they were immediately let in.
“Stef, look,” Karen pointed.
“Oh hell no,” I saw nearly thirty people pile inside.
“We’re going in,” I demanded, grabbing her hand and
dragging her to the front, our images fading into the mess of people let inside.
“You’re bad,” she snickered as we strolled into the
club, the music booming like mad as people danced wall to wall.
“Okay, remember, nicknames,” I reminded her.
We’d been clubbing quite often lately; everywhere from
Orlando, to Tampa, Miami and now a suburb – if you’d call it that – of the
Keys, Marathon. Karen had just
turned twenty-one and here we were weeks later, still celebrating.
But we used aliases in the clubs because of the disgusting nasty men who
threatened us or asked us for our phone numbers (we even had some fake numbers
too).
She looked at me and snickered, her light brown hair
curling perfect right below her shoulders as her petite frame turned to look
around the room.
“I wonder where that group is going?”
she nodded.
“Let’s go check it out Sugar,” I grabbed her arm and
we made our way through the club, never losing site of the group of people that
were now starting to split.
I saw half of the group make its way to a room that was
part of the club – a lot of clubs rented out rooms for private parties.
Three security guards suddenly stood watch at the entrance of the room as
I pulled Karen into the wall.
“Oww, Spice,” she rubbed her head.
“Sorry, sorry, man, why all the security?”
I snooped.
She shook her head unknowingly.
“Shall we dance or snoop?” she laughed.
“Let’s stay here for a few more minutes,” I replied
as I adjusted the zipper on my boot while balancing on her.
Suddenly about five people walked out; two small and thin
girls and three guys.
I squinted carefully as I looked and realized why the
security was so tight.
“Holy shit Sug, I think that’s Nick Carter from the
Backstreet Boys,” I replied.
She turned around and said “looks like it, I heard he
parties at these clubs a lot,” she replied.
We watched closely as he split from the five people he’d
come out with and wandered out onto the dance floor – beer in hand.
“He’s is so fucking hot,” I muttered as I looked past
the people to see what he was doing. He
was wearing a pair of black leather pants with black boots and a white what
looked like Armani muscle shirt, his hair freshly gelled and messy on his
head as he swayed to the music.
“Hell yeah,” she looked at me.
Suddenly a smile grew on my face.
She looked at me oddly and then her mouth gaped.
“Spice no…”
Without listening to her I began strolling past all of the
people.
“No Spice…” she followed behind me.
“You do it well, just ‘cause he’s famous doesn’t
mean he doesn’t like to dance,” I announced.
“Shit Spice,” she replied as we stood a few people away
from him.
“Just follow my lead,” I jumped in the crowd and
suddenly was right in front of him.
I locked eyes with him and within seconds pressed my hips
against his, our bodies beginning to grind as our legs locked.
“Care to dance,” I shouted to him.
His eyes looked over me impressively as he said “nope.”
“With me and my friend,” I shouted back.
He looked at me oddly when Karen was suddenly behind him,
her body pressed against his ass.
A smirk crossed his face as he yelled.
“Definitely not,” and turned around to nod a
‘hello’ to her.
She shot a look at me as I studied his body with my hands,
I couldn’t get over how freaking beautiful he was.
“Beer?” He
offered.
I looked back at Karen who smirked as her hands found their
way into the back of his hair and played with it.
I took the beer bottle from him and mumbled “what do you
want me to do with it?”
He looked at me oddly before I slipped the whole neck of it
into my mouth and nearly down my throat.
His blue eyes popped open like a child on Christmas as he
watched me slowly seduce the bottle.
“I like your way of drinking,” he muttered as I handed
it back to him.
Karen’s hands made their way to his ass where she placed
them on the sides of it and then danced lower and lower, her body closing in on
the floor before she stood back up, seductively rolling her breasts into his
body.
I grinded my hips into his and began moving in a circular
motion, feeling him grow hard next to me. I
smirked as we locked eyes, my fingers dancing over his chest.
For a split second he looked embarrassed, but my eyes kept
with his for reassurance and so he just smirked as he watched my hands slither
down his body.
I began dancing lower and lower, my knees taking on all of
my weight as I snaked down his body, taking note when I came back up to brush my
lips against his manhood as I ran my nose up his chest.
His left arm was tightly wrapped around my waist as he
casually draped his hand over my butt.
His other arm behind him, trying to touch Karen, but she
wouldn’t allow it, she just smiled at him every time he turned around.
I glanced over at her and nodded as her fingers trailed up
his back again, but this time when they made it to his hair, she grabbed it in
between her fingers, yanked his head around and towards her as she thrust her
lips into his. Her tongue darted
into his mouth, Nick’s arm tightening around me at the intensity of the kiss.
My hand trailed down his chest as he kissed her as I
grabbed a hold of his member, slowing stroking it through his pants.
He moaned in Karen’s mouth as I wiggled myself out of his
arms and began moving down the floor again.
This time when I past the large buldge in his pants I slightly bit down
on it with my teeth, causing him to break away from her and look down at me, his
eyes glossed over.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as he grabbed my head
by my hair and pulled me up, our lips colliding in intrigue and passion as he
turned around reaching for Karen and began softly moving his hands around her
body.
I released the kiss and looked at him with a smirk before
jerking myself against him, now moving in a steady motion up and down just
enough while Karen kept pushing her body into his, the timing perfect so he’d
press against me hard from her force. All
the while she stood on her tip toes and ran her tongue over his neck, every once
in a while letting her teeth come down on his skin softly, just pinching it
enough to make him moan in my ear.
I continued to sway my body against his, each time
thrusting into him harder when suddenly he whispered in my ear “fuck you guys
are gonna make me come.”
I shot a look over at Karen and my brow furrowed as she
smiled and pulled his head back to hers in another kiss.
It was then that I felt his body suddenly tremble, his
moans releasing in her mouth as I felt his body grow warm near my pelvic area.
Finally he stopped shaking from his orgasm as I felt the
place that had been so hard next to me grow limp. He stood there for a second, the only person not moving on
the dance floor so he could contain himself.
Karen came over from behind him and stood next to me.
“Holy shit…” was all he muttered over and over.
“It was fun,” I winked.
“What’s your names?” he asked as we began to walk
away.
“Sugar,” Karen replied with a smile.
“And Spice…bye Nicky,” I laughed as we walked away.
He stood there dumbfounded, not sure what was more shocking, what had just happen or the fact that he’d been called Nicky.
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