Part III
The room was black when Chan finally opened her eyes again. Confusion marred her face for a moment, but as the day’s memories came flooding back they were smoothed away by her Cheshire cat grin. She stretched her arms over her head and gave a sigh of contentment; knowing she should be upset with Amanda for taking her from silent observer to active participant but she just couldn’t seem to summon the strength to even care.
“Kinda hard to be mad at a girl who just had the world’s sexiest man turns your insides to mush.” Chan turned to her side and was startled out of her reverie when a hand was placed on her arm.
“Chan, you awake?”
“Ahhhh, oh my god!” she screeched, “Niki? What in the hell are you doing here, and why is everyone trying to scare me in to having a heart attack tonight?” She sat up catching the sheets before they fell to reveal her present state of undress.
Niki threw a shirt at her, “Here I think that’s yours. You better be quick, you are way behind schedule now.” She kneeled down to look under the bed and came back up with a pair of black satin boxer shorts, “These are not yours I take it? You want ‘em as a souvenir, maybe something to frame and put up on the mantel? That would be cool. Oh, oh maybe you could have all the guys sign them! How bad ass would that be?” She ignored Chan’s growl as she picked up a pair of electric blue thong underwear, “I’d say you’re not going to be wearing these again. I do hope you packed extra.”
“Niki will you stop talking for one damn second and tell me what you’re doing here?” Chan gave her a dirty look as she tried to get her shirt on, and noticed that more than a few buttons were missing.
“Well, I was talking to Amanda, you know on AIM, when you called her to gloat over your little assignment...very bad idea by the way. That’s when she came up with her brilliant plan to come out here, and said she wanted me to come with. Said she needed me here too as witness to her evil genius, and to collect the evidence.” She held back the giggle she could feel building up in her throat at the look on Chan’s face.
“Evidence?” The wavering in her voice only slightly gave away the trepidation she was feeling.
Niki reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a digital camera, “Yeah she said something about you and Brian gettin’ down and how no one would believe it, and no way was she missing the show to take notes for you so it was up to me to tape it for her. I mean you. That way you won’t be pissed about all of us just kinda showing up here.”
“Bit too late for that girly...wait, what do you mean ‘all of us’? And don’t you dare lie to me either Niki, I’m older, stronger, more powerful, and I know lots of interesting methods to make you talk.” She began advancing towards the now very frightened (but still beautiful) girl.
Niki couldn’t believe her slip of the tongue. Thinking fast and furiously she decided the best course of action would be non-stop babble, to confuse and discombobulate. If I can’t get her to forget then I’ll just annoy her to death, she thought. To Chan she responded with what she hoped was her best frightened-deer-caught-in-the-headlights routine.
“I...I...Chan, I only meant me…me and Amanda, geesh, no need to go all Jersey on me. Although I did see a bunch of cuties on this floor that most definitely were not on your game plan; gonna have to get me some face time with a couple of ‘em. Hey, why I’m thinking of it, why did Michelle get picked to be your P.A. for this assignment? I spend three fun-filled days and nights getting eaten alive by mosquitoes and god knows what other kind of Satan spawned insects researching Florida for you. In 100 degree heat *with* ninety percent humidity by the way, although that whole horror show experience should be forever etched into your brain, and Mick gets to see the cute boys kissing? No fair Chan. So not fair at all. Hey are you dressed yet, we really need to get this show on the road.”
Chan stared incredulously at the girl in front of her, “How did you manage all of that without stopping to take a breath?”
”It’s a gift.” She said.
“I should be so pissed at you right now but I don’t have the time or energy. I still have two appointments left to get to. What? What is that look?”
“Nothing, I just knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at me. No one is immune from the charms of the Niki.”
Shaking her head, “What am I going to do with you? Look if you promise not to make a sound, stay in my room until all this is over with I will not be mad. How’s that? Oh and you better believe that you’re leaving the camera and the film with me. Understood?”
Niki just smiled and opened the hotel room door for Chan to walk through.
“Niki I’m serous. Do. You. Understand.” She began to walk in front of her heading for her room.
“Yes, mom I got it. No having fun, no roaming about sullying what’s left of your good name. How wonderful to be grounded at my age I...oh my sweet baby Jesus...do you see that?” She latched onto Chan’s arm and swung her head around to see Howie walking out of his hotel room barefoot, shirt unbuttoned, and with his hair wet and hanging down around his shoulders.
“I’ve seen it all honey. You’re about a day late for that ride.” She began cackling at the downtrodden look that came over the girl’s face.
Howie walked up to the two of them and gave them a luminous smile, “Chan wonderful to see you again, and who is this lovely lady? I don’t believe that we’ve met yet.”
“Why no, I don’t believe that we have, never forget a pretty face. I’m Niki.” She reached out her hand to shake his and was surprised to have Howie pick it up and brush a soft kiss on her knuckles.
Chan snorting behind her ruined the beautiful moment, and the ‘can’t find your own shtick got to steal AJ’s huh?’ comment most certainly didn’t help either.
“Please forgive Chan, Howie, we’ve been locked out of our room, defective key or something and she needs to freshen up in the worst of ways. As you can plainly see.” Ignoring the look of death from Chan and the increased squeezing on her arm she continued, “Do you think there is any way that we can borrow yours? I mean if it’s not too much of a bother. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you in any way.” She smiled brightly at him at his affirmative shake of the head. A gentleman to a fault, how could you not love that?
“Not an inconvenience at all. Chan you can take a bath or a shower, whatever you want. I have some visitors in there now but they won’t bother you at all. I was just about to go get some ice actually, Niki would you care to join me?”
“Why I would love to Howie. Chan why don’t you go get cleaned up then we can get you something to eat so you’ll be nice and rested for your next ‘appointment’. How’s that sound sweetie?” She smirked at the look on Chan’s face.
“Why that sounds just fab, sweetie. Go have fun with your little man.” With that Chan stalked off down the hall to Howie’s room and let herself inside without knocking. It had the same basic outline of all the suites in the hotel so she knew where the bathroom was; she was praying that she was being quiet enough so as not to disturb his visitors.
With stealth being of the utmost importance at that very moment it was a shame that Chan didn’t see the black backpack lying on the ground. Tripping over the bag’s shoulder straps and then flying across the foyer only to catch herself on a table then have that table fall over lamp and all just to crash on the floor was so not what she needed to happen. As it was six curious heads popped out of the back bedroom, five looking at her curiously while the sixth merely laughed at her current predicament, blue eyes twinkling with delight.
“You OK out there, Chan?”
“I’d be even better if you could get a move on and come over here and help me, Carter. Maybe you and one of your scrawny ass friends could come and get me out of the middle of this glass mess?” She yelled in irritation.
Picking glass shards off of her clothes while trying to escape any kind of bodily injury Chan didn’t notice the blonde head come bobbing up to her with Nick walking closely behind.
“Are you alright? Anything bleeding or anything, oh my goodness you’re not wearing any shoes. Oh and Howie’s gone. No wonder you sounded so, um, so...”
“So what junior?” She lifted her head and locked eyes with the prettiest pair of baby blues she’d seen in a long time.
“Chan, meet Justin. Justin, this is Chan. She’s our resident sexpert.” Nick made the introductions in the way only he could while Justin stood beside him fidgeting quite noticeably.
“Sexpert? Is that an official title?”
“I’ll tell you all about it Junior if you’d help me get off the floor in one piece.” She sighed, knowing the night could only be downhill from here. “Should have just stayed in bed,” she said under her breath.
Justin came to her side and picked her up in his arms, lifting her easily he began to carry her into the bathroom, “Don’t worry we’ll have you cleaned up in no time. Then you can get right back in to bed.”
Chan looked at him sharply wondering if it was her imagination or did his voice really just lower a full octave. As he lowered her to the ground she let her eyes trail over him, taking her time, letting him know that he was being scrutinized.
“You can leave now, I think I remember how to take a shower.” She turned her back to him not letting him see how affected she was by his presence when she felt him come stand fully behind her. It was all she could do not to lean back in his embrace when his arms came around her and he started unbuttoning her shirt.
“Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I left such a beautiful woman alone to tend for herself?” With that Justin lowered Chan’s shirt to the floor, with her skirt following at an amazing speed. When she turned around she was amazed to see that the both of them were completely naked.
“I guess not a very good one, and what kind of a lady would I be if I left such a handsome gentleman alone out in the cold when he has been so chivalrous? Come on.” She grabbed his hand and walked him over to the enormous shower. Stepping inside she closed the doors, and turned the water on full blast. The hot spray of the shower felt amazing and all of her tension and worries were eradicated from her mind; the only thing she could think of was the delicious man in front of her.
Chan moaned feeling his hands roam over her, and shivered into his touch when he bent his head down to have his mouth follow the path that his hands were taking. She felt cold air hit her back and her eyes opened wide when she realized that they now had company. Someone came up from behind and placed his hands on her breasts, simultaneously placing a kiss in the grove where neck turns in to shoulder.
“I can’t believe that you started without me.”
”Quit pouting Carter, its not sexy.”
“Then what is sexy? Tell me what you want, Chandrah.”
Without thinking Chan said the first thing that came to mind, “I want you and Justin to kiss.”
She couldn’t believe it when they both leaned forward to place a soft, tentative kiss on each other’s lips. Or when Justin brought his hands up to Nick’s head, threading his fingers through the silky wet strands, bringing his mouth down harder. Chan was reeling with the knowledge that she could tell these men to do whatever she wanted and they would instantly comply. She loved the feeling of power it gave her.
Suddenly she groaned in frustration remembering that she had no one here to take notes for her or even tape her latest exploit. Lamenting the fact that her weekend of research was not turning out like she had planned, she missed the look that passed between the men standing on either side of her. It seemed they had a plan of their own… and after two hours of being tortured by the most intense pleasure she had ever received, well, in the past two hours that is, she couldn’t even remember her own name much less what she was complaining about.
Seems the plan worked.