Copyright 2001
It had been one of those nights. Anne continued down the street, cursing herself for being as stupid as to lock herself out of her office, especially since her wallet was inside. She had to get to someplace that was still open so she could call Chandrah and wake her ass up at, she looked at her watch, three in the morning.
Pulling an allnighter hadn't been her first choice for the Friday night, but she had presentation due Monday and she'd slacked off enough that she would need the entire weekend to finish it. It had all happened so quickly. She had stepped outside for a cigarette. Normally she didn't care about smoking in her office but she needed the fresh air.
The door had closed and it had taken a half a cigarette before she realized that her keys were inside, in her jacket...along with her purse. Now she was reduced to walking. Everything was closed this late...this early in the morning. All except one place. Stopping at the top of the hill she could see the club, brightly lit and hopefully still open. And then, as if she didn't have enough to worry about, it started raining.
"Fucking great!" she cursed, stomping her foot dramatically.
***
"Are we all set?" Erin asked.
Veronica nodded quickly, grabbing her pager from her pocket as it beeped loudly. "Shit! Blond kid from the party!" She squealed in excitement. "He called!"
Erin laughed, pulling the keys from her purse. "Go ahead and leave...I can close..'sides, Nick's here."
"Blond kid huh?" Nick bristled, stepping up behind Veronica.
"Yeah, so...are you jealous?" Veronica asked, slipping her pager back into her pocket.
"No."
Erin rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay Nick. You need to get laid."
"Okay, so, I'm out!" Veronica waved happily as she jogged out of the club and to her car.
"Are we ready yet??" Nick asked, sounding annoyed.
"Yeah..no, wait, I forgot something...," Erin responded, turning and walking back behind the bar.
"This is why I hate closing with you. You take for-fucking-ever!" Nick whined.
"Well, you won't have to put up with it for much longer. You're starting the European leg of your tour in a few weeks."
"Yeah..I'm excited...you know, I love Eur-..." Nick looked around as he realized he was talking to himself. That was another reason why he hated closing with Erin. She had a bad habit of walking out when the other person was still talking.
"Hello?" Anne called, peeking cautiously through the door to the club.
"Um, we're closed!" Nick called, giving her a strange look. Anyone could see they were closed. Their lights were off and no one was there.
"No, I'm looking for Erin or Veronica," Anne replied, praying beyond praying that one was still there.
Nick walked closer, moving into the one light that was still on in the club. "How do you know Erin and V?"
Anne opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. Nick Carter. Whoa shit. Not happening...definitely not happening. Somehow she regained her voice.
"I'm...I'm a friend of theirs."
Nick smiled widely. He liked Erin and Veronica's friends. And so did the other guys.
"You can come in," Nick said, grabbing the door and opening it the rest of the way so she could slip inside.
"Jesus, you're soaked!"
Anne shook her arms at her sides. "Yeah, thanks...I didn't notice."
'Feisty,' Nick thought, smiling to himself.
"So, are they here?"
Nick looked her up and down, staring intensely at her breasts and how her nipples pushed against the soaking wet fabric that clung to her skin.
"Hello?" Anne asked, looking at him strangely.
And the way her jeans were plastered tightly to her thighs.
"Hello!!" Anne yelled. He was oogling her like she was naked. Anne quickly snatched at her top, wrapping her arms around her bust. She probably did look naked, she realized.
"Um, I dunno where Erin went..probably to fuckin' Egypt...but I'm sure I can find you some dryer clothes."
Anne nodded and followed Nick as he started walking towards the bar and then around to the back, through the kitchen and then down a long hallway.
"Here...," Nick said, walking into what appeared to be a locker room.
"Is this the employee's locker room?" Anne asked, looking around at the plush room. There were lockers all right...and sofas and TVs and gym equipment and a separate bar...
"Yeah," Nick replied, walking up to one of the lockers and messing with the lock.
"Veronica?" Anne read off the outside of the locker. "You know her combination?"
Nick tugged gently on the lock, smiling as it popped open. Quickly he slid it out and opened it, pulling out some extra clothes. "Yeah...I've had the pleasure of, we'll say, getting her some 'dryer' clothes...if ya know what I mean." Nick then frowned, remembering how she had dumped him because, as she put it, he 'couldn't keep his dick in his pants and ate too many Pop Tarts in bed'.
"Okay, well, thanks." Anne began to turn until she felt his hand grab her arm.
Quickly he spun her around, grabbing her roughly and pulling her against him, clamping his mouth down on hers. He couldn't help it. She was soaked straight through her clothes, not leaving much to the imagination. Erin was right. He needed to get laid.
Anne broke away from him, bracing her hands against his chest and pushing firmly. "What are you doing?!" she gasped. She knew. She hadn't wanted it to end, but she had to play at least a little hard to get.
"This," he breathed, attacking her mouth again.
His fingers worked furiously to unbutton her blouse, Anne's hands moving to the button on her jeans. Once he had her blouse undone he pushed it from her shoulders and down her arms, running his hands up her damp flesh.
"Damn baby," he groaned, working his lips down her neck, sucking and biting gently. His hands found hers and began pushing the wet jean material from her hips, Anne kicking her shoes from her feet.
"On the couch," he whispered, backing her up and shoving her gently, watching her tumble back onto the sofa behind her.
Anne hadn't been more glad she'd decided to go braless *and* wear her good underwear, than she was in that moment.
Slowly Nick leaned over her and peeled her jeans from her legs. The sensation was so erotic that she savored every second, until she realized he'd stripped them clean off her and was now working on ripping his shirt from his chest. Taking her hand, Nick guided it between her legs.
"Touch yourself..."
Anne nearly lost it right there. Moving her fingers against herself she watched as Nick stripped off his jeans and boxers, watching her intensely.
"You ready for me?" he growled, kneeling between her legs.
Anne nodded and Nick grabbed hold of her legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders. Quickly he drove into her, shuddering as he filled her.
Anne cryed out, whimpering softly as he started a soft rhythm against her. Nick began stroking up and down her thighs, loving the feeling of her skin beneath his fingers. It was damp and slick from her soaked jeans.
"Yes, yes...please...," she whimpered, her head thrashing back and forth. It was better than all of her fantasies combined. Nick continued to pump relentlessly inside her, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
"You feel so good baby." Nick pushed her legs from his shoulders and pulled out of her, urging her to flip over. Anne obliged and soon found herself on her knees, leaning over the cushions of the couch for support. Nick cryed out loudly as he entered her from behind, grabbing hold of her hips with both his hands.
Again they moved together, Anne pushing back against him with every thrust forward. Every stroke sent him deeper and deeper until Anne thought she'd pass out.
Wrapping an arm below her waist, Nick pushed a finger over her, massaging her clit firmly. That was all it took and she cursed loudly, her body exploding and squeezing around him. The faint feeling of her pulsing around him sent Nick over the edge too and he pushed into her one last time as he emptied.
"God damn," Anne whispered, collapsing to the floor once Nick had pulled away from her.
"Yeah," he panted, wiping a large hand over his sweaty face. "What did you come here for again?"
Anne looked around, finally seeing her wet clothes. "I got locked out of my office and it started to rain."
Nick nodded along with her. "So, is this your first time at Howie's club? I don't think I've seen you around before."
"Yeah."
"Well, then...," Nick smiled. "Welcome to Tabu."
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