picture Blair was wearing only her underwear; jumping up and down
on the bed with a magnum of champagne in her hand。
Serena gulped her drink and sat down on one end of the couch。
Chuck sat down at the other end and pulled her feet into his lap。
“Chuck;” Serena warned。
“What? I’m taking your boots off for you;” Chuck said innocently。
“Don’t you want to take them off?”
Serena sighed。 She felt tired all of a sudden; really tired。 “Yeah;
sure;” she said。 She reached for the remote and clicked on the
television while Chuck removed her boots。 Dirty Dancing was on
TBS。 Perfect。
Chuck began to massage her feet。 It felt good。 He bit her big toe
and kissed her ankle。
“Chuck;” Serena giggled; falling back on the couch and closing her
eyes。 The room tilted a bit。 She never could hold her liquor。
Chuck worked his hands up her legs。 Within seconds his fingers
were plying the insides of her thighs。
“Chuck;” Serena said; opening her eyes again and sitting up。 “Do
you mind if we just sit here? We don’t have to do anything; okay?
Let’s just hang out on the couch and watch Dirty Dancing。 You
know; like girls。”
Chuck crawled towards Serena on his hands and knees until he was
looming over her and she was pinned beneath him。 “But I’m not a
girl;” he said。 He lowered his face to hers; and began to kiss her。 His
mouth tasted like peanuts。
“Shit!” Blair shrieked when she heard the doorman buzz from
downstairs。 She was still wearing her clothes; and she had just
spilled red candle…wax all over her rug。
Blair switched off her bedroom light and ran to answer the buzzer in
the kitchen。
“Yes; send him up;” she told the doorman。 She unbuttoned her
jeans and flew back to her room; wriggling out of them。 Then she
pulled the rest of her clothes off and tossed them into the closet。
Naked; she spritzed herself with her favorite perfume; even
spritzing once between her legs。
Oooh; bad girl。
Blair checked out her naked body in the mirror。 Her legs were too
short for the rest of her body; and her boobs were small and not as
“pay attention to me” as she would have liked them。 Her jeans had
left an angry red mark on her waist; but it was barely noticeable in