posted on 7-Sep-2001 9:07:10 AM
| Title: IF
Author: WhosYrDaddy
Category: Z/L NC-17
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine, or Zan wouldn’t of went down like that. It’s UPN’S and Melinda Metz, Jason Katims. Song by Madonna, if you don’t know that when you read it there is something wrong with you. Also Aerosmith/Pink, Phunkjunkeez/Me & Your girl, Janet Jackson/If, and Lenny Kravitz/I belong to you.
Feedback: Please.
Summary: AU, No Aliens. Too much angst there. I wanna have some fun, and Zan and Liz wanna have a little too......Read to find out the rest. Part Six is a dedication to Tania.
I had this posted on the old board but thought I do it with all parts together here, in case of new members.
Part One - Zan’s Intro
It was warm out. Warm? No, that’s an understatement. It was hotter than a bitch in heat.
Now don’t go mis-understanding me. I wasn’t talking about females, well unless you’re thinking dogs. No, not ugly women. You know those things people keep as pets? In fact I like the Ladies. Greatly.
Anyways, it’s hot out.
And I have to walk, in it. At almost 7 O'clock at night.
See my bike broke down. No not the pedaling kind. A motorcycle. The Ladies dig it. Greatly.
See that irresistible devilish grin on my face?
// A woman passes his on the street with a shy smile//
Uh huh, she likes it. All of the Ladies kill for me to send it their way. And no, I’m not just talkin about the grin. The Whole Package.
And I’m not tryin to be conceited either. Though I am a Hottie in that bad boy way every woman imagines having at one time or another.
Let me break it down for you. I take it to a higher level with the ladies than other men. I make it a point, a goal, to see that they’re getting off and enjoying themselves more that I am. Well really I enjoy myself quite a bit. No. Not by strokin’ myself. Well just keep reading, you’ll see what I mean......
“Holy Sh*t”
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Liz’s Intro
Damn it was hot out today.
I’ve never run so fast to the pool and jumped in, in all my life. Clothes and all. Probably ruined that outfit.
Now you might be wondering if people are staring at me like I just went mental right? Wrong. I own my own house. I’m 25 and I am lucky enough to own my own club, thanks to some inheritance from my Grams. It’s managed to stay open and survive past all the others that keep the hype for a year or to & then die off and go bankrupt. I keep things tight but make the changes when it’s right. So I’m a success. I have even started looking into opening another location. Oh yeah, the name of the club is Industrial.
So anyways, I slip back into my house and turn on some music to help me unwind from the “pending” new plans for a club.
The CD player randomly picks.......
*Like a virgin,
touched for the very first time.
Like a viirrrrgin.................*
As I depart from my sopping wet clothes, I am getting caught up in the music dancing around like a virgin? No, I’m not. Well sorta. If your talking like the table crawling thing she does in the video, substitute the table for a bed and you’ve got a visual of the current situation. Yep, this is my life, stripping to nobody but myself...
*When your heart beats,
next to mine.........*
Oh, come on. You’ve danced like that too when you think no ones around.
*Like a virgin, feels so good inside............*
I decide on a white pair of satin panties, and a white cotton spaghetti strap camisole. Definitely not suitable for going anywhere, since you could see my tits right through it.
*When you hold me, and you touch me...................*
I’m so caught up in parading around in me second floor bedroom, that I fail to notice that my curtains are all the way open for anyone to see in......
Did I mention my bed is right underneath the window? The very large window. Yes, the very same bed I substituted for a table.
Part 2
Zan POV
“Holy Sh*t”
Who would have ever thought I would be thanking my lucky stars that my bike broke down? Not me. But I am. Cause I’ve just seen heaven.
So here I am mindin’ my own, when I glance up at this house cause Madonna or some sh*t is blaring. And there is some beautiful brunette gettin’ all crazy strippin’ and dancing on her bed.
I’ve never wanted to jump a female so much in all of my . . . .. experienced life. But it ain’t just my dick either. I’m intrigued.
She’s just dancin’ around like no one else exists.
But I do. And now she knows it.
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Liz POV
*...........Like a Virgin>>>>>>>>song ends
Whew, that was exhausting. Too bad it wasn’t from something else. It’s been awhile, if you know what I mean..................
“Oh F*ck me running!” - How long has that guy been staring up here at me?! Not that he’s ugly ...............
No! Stop. Some freak was just playing Peeping Tom. Not that I made it hard for him. I have to remember to close those curtains; they are going to get me into trouble some day.
Damn. What if he’s still out there?
Do I dare look?
Of course I do. Cause again I’m not using my brain and -------OH MY God he’s walking up to my door............
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Zan POV
Hey, can you blame me? I mean, my bike is broke down, and I need to use a phone.
She didn’t seem like a shy person, very inviting actually. Well, until she saw me and disappeared faster than I could say ‘Abracadabra‘.
I suppose finding someone staring up at you from the street could disturb you a bit. But hey, don’t leave the blinds open, rig------
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” She screams at me.
She’s sexy when she’s pist. Too bad she put on shorts.
“Too bad you put on shorts, I liked the panties.”
Ooooooo.... That shut her up. Doesn’t quite know how to respond. And no, it doesn’t pass by me that you can see her tits through her tank top.
Obviously, it didn’t pass by her either cause she just crossed her arms over them to block the view. While blushing profusely.
My lucky stars are disappearing quickly.
“Answer my question!” She states in a frenzy. She’s all tryin to be assertive and shit.
Is that all she can come up with? I give her The Grin.
I think it’s working............
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Liz’s POV
Did he just say he liked my panties? And saying ‘Answer my question?’. That was weak.
But that grin he’s giving me isn’t.
“My bike broke down a few blocks away and I was going to walk to a payphone, but you, uh, your house looked like a ...........friendly place to try.”
More Grinning. He’s so smug. I want to wipe that grin off of his mouth..............with my own.
No. Stop. Perfect Stranger in front of you..........................perfect indeed.
“Excuse me?” - He’s waving his hand in my face - “ Can I use you phone to get some maintenance for my motor---”
“Sure you can get some maintenance” I interrupt. Do not tell me I just said that. Out Loud.
Yep. I can tell by the look on his face. Not even a trace of shock. Just those eyes full of lust and ravage-like wildness.
I feel like fainting. From the heat............of the weather. Of course.
So I did.
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What the.....she just fainted. Boom! Right to the floor.
I guess I should lie her down somewhere............and then I see the stairs, leading up to - her bedroom?
Part 3
Liz POV
I’m lying in my bed. Wait. I’m lying in my bed? Wasn't I just downstairs with the peeping hottie? He came to the door didn’t he? Did I fall asleep and dream it? Cause that would be one hell of a dream.........
Obviously, I need to get some. Your probably wondering why I’m so hung up on this right? Well, I’ve been with men. But only three. First there was Kyle; he was my boyfriend for the last two years of high school. We decided ‘it was time’ to start having sex. No, I wasn’t pressured or anything, I wanted it just as much. He was sweet and caring, and pretty good too. I could have enjoyed it more if he took time building me up, cause it was usually Wham Bam thank G*d he didn’t scream out ‘Mam’.
Next was Triston, tall dark and handsome. Very interested in fashion. Loved to run around naked singing ‘Summer Lovin’ from Grease. Could only get it up a few times, and when he did it was like having sex with a robot. Can you see where this was going? I’m sure.............He is one of my best friends now. You’ll probably meet him later.
And most recently..........Sean. At first I thought Oooooohhhhhhh. This was pre-sex. Now that I look back EVERYTHING was more like Uuughhhh. Aye Caramba! What was I thinking? It was all about him. Do you know how many times I blew his tootsie roll dick and he didn’t do anything for me?! Except poke that that puny pencil around in me for a minute or two and I would be lucky if I got off. I thank whoever invented the vibrator. Hopefully you won’t be meeting that friend of mine later.............I had eight months of this sexual depression. How did I last? He was always complaining about how much time I spent at the club, and even accused that the reason I spent so much time there was because Lonnie and I were having ‘Hot Lesbian Sex’ and the least I could do was bring her home for a little ‘Threesome Action’. Why? So she could be subjected to the pokey pencil dick treatment? Sh*t, sometimes I wished it were true, then at least somebody would be going down on me.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I figured if he couldn’t do it right, then he wouldn’t do me at all. Even on a non-bedroom relationship status he couldn’t give me the respect I deserved. I should have ended it the first time we had sex. That’s what Lonnie suggested. Or rather told me to do.
She’s my best friend and runs the club with me. If it weren’t for her I wouldn’t have the time to ever even be at my house or see my bedroom...............
Wait. My BEDROOM. How did I get in here again?
Wait. I was always here, I was just dreaming.
Wait. I didn’t have shorts on until I went to answer the door....................
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Zan POV
Ya, I know. I had opportunity.
Yes, I was in her room. But after I made sure she wasn’t hurt or anything, I found some digits for some girl named Lonnie and told her to get over to her friends house, right quick.
So I left and it dawned on me that I didn’t even tell her which friend it was. Which leads me to the conclusion that she either is a loner and has no friends or she has caller ID. Doesn’t matter cause I see some tall chick with short blonde hair walking across the street with crazy-mad assertiveness, and go right for my LuckyStar’s house. I am worried until I see that she is using a key to open the door - and after the way my goddess went off on me for daring to come and ring her bell, uh, doorbell - I knew this was someone close that she trusted. And I hoped that one day I would be the person to obtain that key.
This person had to be Lonnie.
So I leave. I don’t even know her name, but I know I’ll be back.
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Liz POV
So it was real. Should I be relieved that he is gone? Then I hear the door. He’s back. And I can’t control how much I anticipate seeing him. And knowing that what happened really was, real.
I’m running down the stairs and just about take out Lonnie........
“You seem like you feelin’ fine to me. Although that crazy look in your eye makes me question if you’ve gone mental.”
“Where is he?” I demand.
“Who?” She says with a puzzled look. Do I really not have that many men in my life?
“HIM. Hottie Him. My peeping Tom hottie.”
“Slow down, your on Mr. Roboto overload.”
“He was built like a machine” I couldn’t hold back that one.
“So you tellin’ me you been testin’ out the equipment?”
“Fainted before I could..............” Whoa, did I just say that? I must have cause Lonnie is rarely looking as shocked as she is right now.
“What the hell happened with you? You really should just go find some guy and get a little somein’ somein’ cause I think all those horny hormones are buildin’ up and --”
“NO! I’m not mental. YES! I’m horny, and every other woman in a 100 mile radius would be too if they just had the Greek G*d in their house.”
“Yep, you need to get laid.” She says matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, by him.”
“I guess that explains why some stranger with a voice I can’t place called me and told me to get my ass over to my friends house.” Lonnie more to herself.....”What does he think I’m a Loner?”
“Shut up -”
“ - What the f*ck you just say?!”
“Seriously, you spoke to him? He’s real?”
“B*tch, get your head on straight-----”
“ -- I can always rely on you to be blunt can’t I?”
“F*ck ya, now tell me about da man who got you all turned out and sh*t.”
So I tell her about our brief, sexual tension-filled encounter and how quickly it ended.........
“I ain’t ever seen you like this.” She says.
“I know, and now he’s gone. Why did I have to faint?” Note to self, go to the doctor and find out if there is a syndrome for fainting when one is so horny..........
“Hey, don’t let yourself get hung up on the fantasy, focus on something that doesn’t have anything to do with da man.”
Yeah, right like that’s possible, but instead I say “ Right, Focus. OK, how’s it coming along finding a new DJ for the club?”
“Not too bad, got a few lined up for an interview tomorrow. Don’t you be forgettin’ about the meeting with the ‘potential’ partner for the second club. That’s tomorrow too.”
“I’m still not sure about taking on another partner for the new club. Are you still sure you don’t want to do it?”
“Positive, sorry honey, you gonna have to take this one on yourself, or with the ‘potential’. I know you like the control, but you need to see what someone else has got to offer too. Otherwise, you’ll be so busy you won’t have time to fantasize about Hottie Tom peeping on you.”
“I thought I was supposed to FOCUS! I can’t focus if you mention him!”
“Alright, calm down killer. I’m gonna go, so don't’ forget about that meeting with the Mr. Potential. Tomorrow at 2 O’clock.”
“You make it sound like a date. What’s his name again?”
“Umm, Stan, Zack.......ZAN! Where did his parents come up with that name anyway?”
“It is different, original. But I like it. Seems creative, maybe he wouldn’t be so bad for the club.”
“Maybe, alright Later.”
“Bye.”
Part 4
Liz POV
“So what do you think?” Lonnie asks.
“Of which one?” I wonder, cause heaven forbid I actually pay attention to the task at hand.
“Any of them.”
“They were all pretty good.” I lie. I have no idea what’s going on.
“Pretty good? Girl, where you at? Cause you certainly weren’t at this meeting.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“This is not the time to go fantasizing again, you got a meeting in twenty minutes with the ‘potential’. Don’t blow it.”
“Potential? I thought we established that his name was Zan.” Wow that came out a little........
“Oooo, aren’t we fulla piss - n - vinegar today.”
“Sorry, Focusing.”
“Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that.” She says soooo sarcastically.
“Whatever I’m out. To go meet Zan.” I make sure to put emphasis on his name. Don’t ask why, I just feel the need to make his name credible, more real.
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Zan POV
Two O’clock. I’m right on time. And timing is everything isn’t it?
In case your wondering, or not, I’ll tell you anyway. I own a few bars and am looking to expand the horizons of my nightlife business ventures. So today I have a meeting with Liz Parker. I’ve heard the name before, cause she’s got a club that does raging business. Unfortunately, we’ve never met. Strange with us running in the same circles and all.
I’ve also heard she’s a real pain in the ass to work with cause she likes everything a certain way. Not like a control freak. Just very organized. At least that’s what the people who work for her say.
So here it goes. Cafe Dali. Nothing too formal. Just talk over coffee. I might as well order now, I don’t see her, not that I even know what she looks like besides petite with dark brown hair. Hmmm...reminds me of my Luckystar. I might have to pay her a visit later, or sooner.
I’ve got so lost in my thoughts of a goddess, I don’t even notice the petite woman that I’ve just run into
and ----
“Aahhh! Hot! Sh*t! Damm*t.........you just spilt coffee all over my cream suit! Why don’t you watch where your ---------”
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Liz POV
“It’s you.” We both say in a stunned moment.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you another.”
“Thanks, but ..but I....I’m a little more concerned about the suit.” That’s good, stutter. You might as well faint again.
“We can take it to be dry-cleaned --”
“I’m totally screwed, I am supposed to be meeting with a potential partner right now.”
“You’re on a blind date?”
“No. It’s a business meeting.”
“Your not, Liz Parker are you?”
“Um, yeah, what are you stalking me now? Wait, are you Zan?” This has got to be the most incredible day ever.
“The one and only.”
“Huh.” Is that all I can say? Stop. Focus.
“Huh?” He asks back, not mockingly, just as if wondering what the hell I am doing.
He must think I’m an idiot. Finally one of us speaks, him.
“We seem to keep meeting under........interesting , situations.” He says with a tone of voice and a smirk that make my knees go weak.
“Embarrassing would be a little more accurate from my point of view.”
“The view was nothing to be embarrassed about from over here.”
I’m blushing again. G*d the way he makes me feel.
“I need to change my clothes, maybe we can reschedule?” I really don’t want to but.........
“Why don’t we go back to your place ---”
“Excuse me?” Why am I acting so pist? This is a dream come true.
“So you can change. That’s it. I swear.”
“Uh, umm, well I guess, since you’ve already been there.” I sound so convincing, don’t I?
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Zan POV
This is not normal. I’m Da Man, I should not be nervous about going to my Luckystar’s house. I’ve been there remember? I was even in her bedroom. But it’s different with her.
“So do you want to follow me or ride in the same car?” She asks.
“Ah, two cars.” At least I’ll have some time to get a grip on myself.
“Got a hot date to escape to later?”
“Not unless your it.” Yeah, that’s right, get your game back on.
“Do you think we should try to keep this professional?”
Sh*t, didn’t see that one coming. “Is that what you want?”
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Liz POV
No. That’s definitely not what I want.
“What was that?” He asks half smiling, half shocked.
“What? What do you mean?” I know. I’ll play dumb.
“You know what I mean?”
“Do I know?”
“Yeah, I definitely think you know, that I know.”
Dammit. I know. Who the hell does he think he is to tell me what I know?
“Whatever, let’s go.” Can you tell I’m unnerved?
“I’m already so far gone.” He says with a look that can’t help but send warm sensations through my body.
Part 5
Zan POV
“So this is your house.”
She smiles, “Like you haven’t seen it before.”
“Yeah I guess so.” Now that was a lame response. What’s she doing to you man?
“Uh, Ok. Well, I’m just gonna go upstairs and change. If you want to put on some music you can.”
“It’s gonna take you so long, that I need waiting music?”
“I have serious issues picking out clothes in a timely manner.”
“Is that because you like to break into a dance first?”
“Ha ha, very funny. Just pick out some music.” She replies as she walks up the stairs.
Hmmm. Beastie Boys, Jay-Z, Outkast, Garbage, Aerosmith, Phunkjunkeez.........yeah Phunkjunkeez.
Shake shake shake
Your booty baby
Your -1-2-3-4- times the lady
You’re looking so good
In the strobe light
I feel like rocking with you all night.
I decide to take a look around the house. To, you know, get a little insight on my, Liz. Wow. I know her name now. And everything is becoming so real.
I can see pictures of her and that chick Lonnie, having fun at parties and other places like the beach. I notice several of her and a guy with model-like looks. By the looks of some of them they seem involved, and in others, like best friends. Note to self; ask her about this later.
We can turn off the TV
And turn off the phones
I’ll break out like John Holmes
And bang the big booty
With the soulman rocking from behind
Put my tape in your deck
What the heck
Put it in check I’m gonna wreck
your deck hitting from behind
Your looking good girl
Yeh like Nikki Taylor
I like it when your talking like a sailor
Slap me in my face
Put me in my place
I’m hooked on ya girlie,
Like a trailer
She wasn’t lying when she said she took forever to pick out clothes.
The music is right
I got my dancin’ shoes on
And me and your girl
Are booty shakin’
Maybe I should go check on her. No. Yes. No, that’s not right. No, I will go. If she kicks my @ss, so be it.
Hello baby doll
How ya doing
I was wondering if me and you
could get together, or whatever
You look so fine I wish you ere mine
I’ll make you feel the real deal
Soul is in control, when I’m in the hole
When I’m on top it’s down to buisness
I’ll be the lawyer, you be the witness
Tall and thin with nice big hips,
Long brown hair and big red lips
That’s what it takes, to get me pumping
When I get pumping, I’ll keep pumping
Jumping, thumping, Like a jackrabbit
I’ll be the junkee, you be the habit
Not crack, smack, crank or blow.
I’ll be the pimp and you be the Ho!
Ahhh, the infamous bedroom. Here goes somethin’.
“Liz? Liz?” Maybe she couldn’t hear me. I’ll just open the door a little, “Liz?”
Alright, I’ll just peak in.
OK, no ones in here. But the bathroom door is slightly ajar. Maybe she’s in there.
The music is right
I got my dancin’ shoes on
And me and your girl are booty shakin’
“Liz? You in there?” As I push open the door all the way.
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Liz POV
“Oh! You scared me.”
“Sorry, I called your name a few times.”
What I wouldn’t give to hear him call my name. And vice versa.
“Yeah, I guess I didn’t hear you.” Or did I? “Well as long as your here, could you help me with these last few buttons?” I’m never this bold.
“Definitely.” He starts towards me.
Oh G*d. He’s touching me. While I’m conscious. Gently brushing the hair off my back so it doesn’t interfere with the buttons. Aaahhh, it’s like shockwaves through me, tingles down my spine, goose bumps everywhere. I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. I can feel myself leaning back into him. He’s so solid, so right. I think I could stay like this for all eternity.
And it’s only getting better. His lips are descending onto my neck, soft, caressing kisses. Slowly, his arm is wrapping around the front of me, on my waist, a hand is creeping underneath my shirt. And he is turning me to face him, his kisses moving towards my jaw line, and then my lips, as his hand moves over my breast, running a hand over my hard nipple.............
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Zan POV
“Mmmmmm..” Is all that escapes her mouth. I love hearing her moan, and knowing I caused it.
I’m loving everything about Liz. Her smell, her touch, the feel of her skin as I run my hands over it. And those lips, soft pink lips, now puffy and red from my rapidly aggressive kisses. Kisses that deepen as I seek entrance to her mouth. And she doesn’t resist.
I lean into her, pressing her in-between the bathroom counter and myself. Her hands are making their way up my body until she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls us tighter together. As if that was possible.
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Liz POV
We’re so close I’m having trouble breathing. Or maybe that’s from our hungry, passionate embrace.
His hands are moving down now, to my thighs. Slowly, carefully lifting me onto the counter. Now nudging my legs apart to close the gap between us. And as I feel his hardness press against me I gasp in suffering, and he pulls away. D*ammit.
Part 6
Zan POV
“Don’t you think we should do this the right way?”
She looks breathless. “I didn’t know there was a wrong way.” Now looking puzzled.
“I just mean taking you out to dinner, and you know, just treating you right.” I explain. It’s important to me to do this. I don’t want this to be like when I am with other girls, the ones I just sleep with. I want the relationship.
“What are you thinking?”
“Huh?”
“You seemed far away just then, did I do something to change your mind about me?”
“No! That’s definitely not the case. See, normally I just get with girls right away, and nothing else, just sex. And while that’s not always a bad thing, and when I first saw you that’s what I wanted, and at the same time it wasn’t, it was beyond that physical need.” She’s gonna think I’m an idiot.
“Uh, oh, Ok....”
“Liz, your like this amazing girl, no, woman. And I have never had that. I didn’t even really know that I wanted it until I saw you yesterday. Yesterday, wow that sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. And I want up to be right. I want us to be perfect.”
“There’s no such thing as perfection Zan, trust me, I try to achieve it on a professional level all the time.”
“Well maybe we should try it on a personal level. Together.”
She’s quiet. This is a bad sign isn’t it? This is torture.
Finally she says “Where do you want to go for dinner?” And I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Ah, what are you in the mood for?”
“Well, with you being so intent on having things just right, why don’t you choose?”
“OK, ever been to 360 Degrees?”
“No, is it new?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard great things.”
“Can I change?”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
“Yes, but that was before, when it was just business. Now it’s a date.”
A date. Sounds kinda lame doesn’t it? But it’s not. Hearing Liz say it puts me on cloud nine.
“OK, I’ll be downstairs.” Yeah, I’m trying to be a gentleman, after I almost ravaged her on the counter. In the bathroom no less.
“That’s not necessary, just wait here with me. I’ll only be a minute.”
“Yeah right. I already know how long it takes you to get dressed, and the way you go about doing it. Let’s just say we’d never make it to the restaurant.”
“Sorry, I don’t want to ruin your ‘perfect’ plans.”
“You’d better not, or I’d have to punish you.”
“Promise?” Oooo, right back at me.
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Liz POV
It just about killed me to have him stop in the middle of all that. But I can’t help but adore the reason why. I may need to get laid, but I also need the kind of respect he’s trying to give me. The kind that Sean never could. I know this must be hard for him too.
I’ve picked out a black dress that to just above my knees, flowing out at the waist, while hugging to me in all the right places. Then I slip on some strappy heels. Elegant and sexy. He’d better not resist for long.
I make my way down the stairs, and the look on his face is priceless. Tonight, may be too much perfection.
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Zan POV
She’s breathtaking. Gotta have restraint. Focus on doing the right thing.
“You look amazing.”
She lightly runs a hand over her dress, slightly nervous under his obvious staring. “Thanks.”
“Shall we go?”
“Certainly, will we be taking two cars again?”
“No, I want you to be near me.” That’s right. Just be honest.
She gives me a warm smile.
No more words are said as I lead her to the car, or as I open the door and close it. I proceed to get in the car.
“Do you mind if I turn on the radio?” She asks.
“It’s almost difficult for me to drive without it.”
“I know what you mean.”
She picks a pop station. Janet’s on. I think the songs called IF. We don’t have too far to drive, but I can tell it’s going to feel like eternity.
............i’ve closed my eyes and thought of us
a hundred different ways
i’ve gotten there so many times
i wonder how ‘bout you
day and night, night and day
all i’ve got to say is
If i was your girl oh the things
i’d do to you
i’ll make you call out my name
i’d ask who it belongs to
if i was your woman oh the things i’d do
to you, but i’m not so i can’t
then i won’t
but if i was your girl......
I try to focus on driving, but her dress has ridden up her thigh, revealing some of her beautiful skin, that I so want to touch.
allow me some time to play with your mind
and you’ll get there again and again
close your eyes and imagine my body undressed
take your time, we’ve got all night
you on the rise as your touchin my thighs
and let me know what you like
if you like, i’ll go
da down down down da down down down
i’ll hold you in my hand and baby
your smooth and shiny feels so good against my lips sugar
i want you so bad i can taste your love right now baby
day and night, night and day
all i’ve got to say is.........
She plays with her hair some, before finally pulling it all to one side of her neck. Revealing that exquisite neck I was making love to earlier. I wish I was making love to her everywhere. I’m having a hard time focusing on the road. She glances as me, I think she’s noticed, and gives me the sexiest smile I’ve ever witnessed.
If i was your girl oh the things
i’d do to you
i’ll make you call out my name
i’d ask who it belongs to
if i was your woman oh the things i’d do
to you, but i’m not so i can’t
then i won’t
but if i was your girl......
Oh g*d this song is killing me. Gotta change it..............Aerosmith. I think the songs called Pink.
Pink - it's my new obsession
Pink - it's not even a question,
Pink - on the lips of your lover
(oh) 'Cause Pink is the love you discover
Pink. Like the color of her lush lips. Until I kissed her senseless, then they were red and swollen.
Pink - it was love at first sight
And Pink when I turn out the light
Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight
Oh sh*t. Are we there yet?
Yeah! I want to be your lover
I, I wanna wrap you in rubber
And it's pink as the sheets that we lay on
'Cause Pink - it's my favorite crayon
Uuuahhh! That pink tongue of hers is peaking its way out to lick her lips. Wish it was my tongue. Damn radio. Gotta turn that sh*t off ---------
“What’s the matter, don’t like Aerosmith?”
“No.” Is all I’m able to croak out.
“No, you like them? Or no you don’t?”
Damn, what’s with all the questions? I can’t last in this car much longer. Alone. With her.
“Well?” She asks. I must have had a long moment with myself. Are we there yet?
“I like’m, I uh........just wanted to ask you what your thoughts on the new club were.” Thank you thank you thank you. We’re here. I try to get the door, but she’s already out.
“I’m a big girl, I can do it Zan.”
“I’m sure you can, but hopefully next time you’ll ask for help.” I wink. I give the grin. I know she loves it.
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Liz POV
I noticed the glances in the car. How could I not? It’s an unbelievable feeling. Having Zan look at me the way he does. Like I’m the only woman in the world, or universe, for him, who would be able to please him. The way I know he’ll be able to please me. I’m so at peace with it and so excited at the same time. And we haven’t even been together yet.
We are seated at our table after we take the elevator thirty floors up. I can see why they call it 360 Degrees, and Zan explains to me that the restaurant is circular and from wherever you sit, the restaurant will have made a complete circle in an hours time. Thus, letting you see the whole city.
I finally break into the conversation “So do you have any ideas for the name of the club?”
“I’ve had a few. I thought it would be interesting if it was called The Matrix and had screens with numbers scrolling down the walls, like on the computers in the movie.”
“Whoa.”
“Thanks for the input Keanu.”
“I’m just kidding. I like it, but I always like to be very original. Have something no one expects.”
“I’m original.”
“So then should we name it Zan’s Lair?”
“No, that’s reserved for my home.”
“Oooo, can I get o the list?” I tease.
“Babe, you got a VIP pass into the lair, and it’s secret bedroom.”
“I bet it’s a real pleasure palace.”
“You have no idea...but seriously, what are your thoughts on a name?”
“I was thinking of something along the lines of Before Dark.”
“OK, but this is a nightclub, and you go when it’s dark out.”
“Hey- I’m not finished. When you get inside the ceiling is a brilliant blue sky with bright white clouds, until you move to the dance floor, where the will be black lights on the clouds illuminating them, and there will be tiny star shaped lights shining out of the floor up to the ceiling. It’s like night and day, Get It?”
“That’s definitely original. But instead of just spelling out the name like normal, why don’t we spike it up a bit. Like, just have a B the number 4 and the word Dark. Got It?”
“Good.”
“See, we make great partners.”
Were both just smiling at each other. Our food is served, and we converse about different things; he asks me about Lonnie and the ‘male model’ in my pictures. I think I saw some jealousy gleam in his eye. Until I told him about Triston, I think you remember....... He told me about his friend Alex, and what total opposites they were. Alex was a DJ. Maybe I’d have Lonnie interview him.
“Thanks for bringing here. I love seeing all the city lights.”
“When we leave I could take you to another fabulous place with a view, less people are around.” He suggests.
I won’t say no ........ “Sounds romantic.”
“It’ll be that and a lot more.”
So we leave and I get blindfolded.
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Zan POV
“Zan? Do I have to wear this?”
“Yes. It’s a surprise.”
“Not even a hint?”
“Not one.” I kept the radio off. We arrived.
“Careful, steps ----” Oops. Too late. She’s about to fall, until I catch her. I can’t wait to make it right.
“I’m blindfolded, and in heels. Let’s see you try.”
“Feisty aren’t we? Doesn’t matter, I won’t make you try.” And with that I pick her up and start carrying her.
“Zan, people must be staring at us.”
“I told you before, No ones gonna be around. I get you all to myself, under the stars.” She doesn’t say anything, only hugs herself closer to me.
I open the door to, well ............ my lair. I have a house that sits on a mountain, with one of the most beautiful views of city lights. “You can take off the ---” I don’t even finish cause she rips it off and stands there completely awestruck.
“Where are? .... Are we - is this your house?” She asks blown away.
“Welcome to Zan’s Lair.”
“It’s, it’s ..... I don’t even have words ..... “
“Then don’t speak, come dance with me.”
Lenny Kravitz - I belong to you (Zan’s)
You are the flame in my heart
You light my way in the dark
You are the ultimate star
You lift me from up above
Your unconditional love
Takes me to paradise
I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet
I’ve never felt so complete. I’ve never been able to feel this way about anyone. My heart, my body, and more than anything, my soul belongs to her. And likewise, we just know we were meant for each other.
You make me feel so divine
Your soul and mind are entwined
Before you I was blind
But since I've opened my eyes
And with you there's no disguise
So I could open up my mind
I always loved you from the start
But I could not figure out
That I had to do it everyday
So I put away the fight
Now I'm gonna live my life
Giving you the most in every way
I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too
You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet
Oh I belong to you
I belong to you
And you, you
You belong to me too
She’s so close to me, not an inch separates us. Her big doe eyes come up to gaze into my gold and amber-flecked ones. My lips come down to meet hers. And she only breaks away for a moment .............
“Is that a Jacuzzi?”
“Want to go in?”
“Absolutely.”
We move over to the Jacuzzi, were I have lit candles, chilled champagne, placed strawberries and a blanket. I pour a glass of champagne for her, she takes a few sips. I can’t keep my eyes off those lips.
I grab for her and start kissing her, slipping the straps of her dress off her delicate shoulders, bending down to kiss along the path my hands just passed. But now I move on to the zipper on the back of her dress, slowly lowering it, with the rest of the dress. Until she stands before me in nothing but a pair of black lace underwear. Perfection.
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Liz POV
It’s not fair. I’m almost completely naked in his arms, totally vulnerable, and he’s fully clothed.
My hands are moving up, undoing the buttons on his shirt, un-tucking it, and as it’s sliding off his broad, tanned shoulders, I place soft kisses on his chest, because now my hands are moving for his pants, undoing them, they fall to the ground.
We stand there holding each other, taking each other in with heavy breaths, for I don’t know how long.
I see him kneeling now, lifting each of my legs a little to take my heels off, and I notice his shoes are already gone. Next, his hands are on my hips, sending tremors through me as he slips a couple of fingers in to each side of my panties to bring them down so I may step out of them. And then tender soft kisses are placed on my abdomen making their way down, to a destination his hands have already almost reached ......
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Zan POV
And she stopped me. “Yours, gotta take them off.” She is barely audible, the words hardly able to escape her lips.
I stand up and no sooner has she removed them. I grab her and wrap her legs around me and step down into the Jacuzzi. I settle her onto one of the seats and lean in for a long, lingering kiss, while I snatch a strawberry, dipping it in a little champagne first, and feed it to her. Some of the juices spill down her chin and I move in in to lick it off. Mmmm, sweet. And then I hear her say it.
“It’s right.”
I’m devouring her now. Kissing her mouth deep, long. Nibbling at he neck, my hands caressing her breast. I feel her arms and legs wrap around me once again, thus bringing her closer to me. She continues to toss her head back and moan, murmur, as I continue my feast on her left nipple. Then I come back up for a luscious kiss.
I can’t stand it anymore. I take her up out of the Jacuzzi and lay her on the blanket, slowly nudging her legs apart as my hands come to meet her middle and I slide two fingers in, to make sure she’s ready, and then I replace them with my tongue and mouth, holding her hips down, bringing her to oblivion as she begins to writhe & spasm .............
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Liz POV
As I begin to calm down from my thrashing, I see Zan staring at me as he hovers above me, prepared to enter me. But not before I give him what he needs. So I roll him over and take his smooth and shiny into my mouth........
“Oh my ........ Oh baby what you do to me .......”
What can I say? Janet inspired me. Miss Jackson if you’re nasty.
It doesn’t stop there. I’m moving up his body, placing kisses everywhere, and I immediately feel him harden again. With one full kiss .....................
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Zan POV
................. I roll her onto her back and slide into her. She’s so wet, and we’re steady at first, in perfect rhythm, but increasing in speed and intensity. As she once again wraps her legs around my waist, only this time, to bring me deeper ................
“Uuaahhh ....... Zan! Mmmmmmmm .... eeaaaahhh .......” She whimpers.
I know she’s close, so I drive into her as hard and as deep as I can go ................
“OOOOHHH ......... ZAAAANNN ........”
“OH G*D ......... LIIIIIZZZZZZ” We exclaim in unison, as we collapse together, joined. Here all alone, under the stars.
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Authors Note: I want some killer FB People!
Wherever you go, there you are.
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| Thanks for everyones FB & Patience! This part is Dedicated to my Partna in Crime, Ebonysoul. And for a special treat.......you get someone elses POV!
10b
Alex POV
Hi. I’m Alex. And I am about to tell you about the craziest lunch with a group of friends I’ve ever experienced. Have you watched one of those soaps with everybody wanting each other or someone else is getting in another person’s way, or a storyline drags on only because of one small misunderstanding? Yeah, Yeah, I know your thinking ‘he watches soap operas?’ But I don’t. Really. But I’m straying here. My point is that it was like watching the soaps. When, all that you can do is sit back and watch the show ... and hope you don‘t get sucked in. OK, fine. I have a mild addiction. Anywhoo-ay. We are an interesting bunch. Just read and see what I mean...
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“Alex! My man, so glad you came. Your really saving my @ss.” Zan, giving me the handshake and half hug, slap on the back quietly thanks me, always grateful to me saving his @ss. Repeatedly.
“No problem man, always glad to be there.” I see a beautiful brunette standing next to him and can only guess “ this must be the Liz I’ve heard so much about. Hi, I’m Alex.” We shake hands and she smiles sweetly, not in that ‘I don’t want to meet this moron’ kind of way. She’s genuine, and I can see why Zan would want to keep this one around.
“It’s so great to finally meet you Alex, sorry that I have to subject you to my insane friends so quickly.” She replies with a nervous expression.
“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” But one look at Zan’s tense features makes me feel apprehensive.
“Well, what do we say we go ahead and get this circus started?” Zan finally suggests. And we make our way in to the chaos... and meet the ringleader...
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And what a ringleader she is. Tall, blonde, and a body like, well hummasumma whatami gonna doa. She’s speaking but all I hear is that Ferris Bueller theme .....and in slow motion ...
Bow Bow OOOOOOHHH YEAAAAH, Chicka Chicka - ahhhhhhhh .............
Stop. Reload. Re-focus. Hot woman speaking to me. “Hey, you. You a mute or something? Names Lonnie? You Alex right? ZAN, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?!” She looks back at me skeptically.
“No.. no ... I, I’m not a mute just ahh .. in thought about something.” Mentally slapping my head: I am such a geek.
And now Zan thinks he’s going to smooth it out “He is just stunned by your vivacious-ness Lonnie.” This only causes Liz to whip her head around to look at Zan with eyebrows raised ....
“Is that so Zan? Is she vivacious?” Ohh, I never pegged her for a spunky one. Hhehee ... Zan’s never going know what happened. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Liz crosses the rest of the distance to the table, where I have failed to notice one of those tall, dark and handsome types sitting. Could this be the trouble Zan was afraid of?
Suspicion confirmed. Liz squeals out “Triston!!!! It seems like its been forever!” As they embrace in a fierce hug.
“Ah, and the encounters are too brief, my beautiful Liz.” Triston says while taking a moment to kiss her hand. I see something off about him, but all Zan sees is someone cozying up to his woman.
“Well I guess that’s one thing Triston and me don’t have in common.” Zan mumbles, though it was not lost on Liz, or Zan’s ribs as her elbow introduced itself. More giggles from me.
Lonnie, also enjoying the little interaction notices my sudden enjoyment... “What’s so funny chuckles?”
“Oh. Ah, you ... you know, um just they way they are together.” Smooth Whitman. Nice way to show her your brilliance.
“Which they? Zan and Liz, or her and Triston?”
“Zan’s reaction to Liz and Triston.”
“What, he’s never seen her talk to a man before?”
“No, just not one that she’s been that friendly with.”
“Well, her and Triston were even friendlier than that long before she ever met Zan.”
“Are you going to cause problems for my best bud?” My inquiring mind wants to know.
“Nah, Triston doesn’t pose a threat ... but this still oughta be a good test for da man.”
We make the rest of the way to the table and join the other two, and one green eyed monster. I wonder what’s setting him off: The fact that Triston has his arm slung around Liz, or the fact that he’s asking how his best girl has been surviving without him. And Liz playing along commenting that ’it’s been hell’.
“Well well, and what do we have here? I don’t believe I have met Mr. So fresh and clean.” Oh. My. Buddha. Is he gay? And addressing me? I keep looking behind me to see if there is someone else standing nearby. Nope. Just me.
“Uh, I’m Alex.”
“The DJ? Tell me, what’s your sitch?”
“My sitch?”
“You know, DJ Alex, DJ Cox -” Oh, I get the point now.
“DJ Lexus”
“What was that? DJ Licks us?” That Lonnie girl is going to be trouble.
“Uh, no. L-E-X-U-S. Lexus.” She leans in real close, with her fork ....
“Well, I kinda liked Licks Us” Her tongue slowly licking the remainder of the syrup off her fork. “Hmm, wanna taste Lex?”
Bow Bow OOOOOOHHH YEAAAAH, Chicka Chicka - ahhhhhhhh .............
Croaking my reply “No, thanks.” Whew. Is it hot in here? Or is it just me?
“Well the offer is longstanding. And I would like to offer you the job at the club too.”
“But you haven’t even heard what I can do yet.”
“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of tricks up your sleeve.”
“Lonnie honey, don’t scare the boy away, play gentle.” Triston buts in. Eyeing me and giving me a smile. Why couldn’t I have gotten a seat by Zan and Liz? Not that they’re much better off. He keeps trying to possessively hold her hand while she turns away to talk to Triston.
“Liz honey,” Zan tries to say, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Is it important? Life and death? Cause if not, I’d really like to continue catching up with my friends.” She knows his game.
Zan, obviously annoyed “No, that’s fine dear, it can wait till later.”
Honey. Dear. These are words of endearment I somehow doubt are often used between the two of them. I don’t know what has gotten into Zan. But I am soon to find out.
Because Triston decides to go where no man should “so Zan, Lonnie tells me your supposed to be a real tiger in bed. I’m glad someone can please my Lizzie just as well as I tried to.”
It’s at this point I spit out the drink of water I was taking, all over the table. I stand up and try to make a graceful pose “Human Fountain anyone?” I try to keep it comedic, but all I get is lip from Lonnie.
“Say it don’t spray it Alicks.”
All of us are oblivious to the death ray eyes Zan is shooting Triston when he says “I don’t have to try man, I’m the best tiger she’s ever had. And will ever have. Know that.”
This sends Liz into a tizzy “Zan! What is the matter with you! This is totally un-acceptable!” Throwing her hands up in the air.
“HE’S HAD SEX WITH YOU!” Zan says a little to loudly, for now the whole restaurant is looking at us.
Liz, always the lady tries to keep it to a low, but stressed tone “Yes Zan! I’ve had sex before you! And two other men besides Triston. Nothing compared to the number of notches on your belt!”
“That’s completely different!”
“No, it’s not! And I will not discuss this any further with you here.”
“Fine, we’re leaving then.”
“The hell we are! I’m staying here, with my friends.”
“Well that’s gonna be a little hard to do Liz, the waitress just asked us to leave. And that’s what we’re doing.”
And with one swift movement Liz was being thrown over his shoulder still protesting, as he carried her out of the restaurant to the car. Does Zan fully realize that Triston’s gay?
“Well, that’s the most entertainment I’ve had in awhile.” Lonnie says with nonchalance. “See you again in a couple of weeks Triston. And I’ll be seeing you around real soon Lexuuus.”
I just nod, and make my way out of the restaurant, but not before Triston trots up to me and tells me it’s too bad Lonnie wants me, cause he would of been interested. Don’t I have to be a willing party? Don’t answer that.
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OK, so what did ya thinks?? I’ve heard make-up sex is the best. ............... (evil laughter)........
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