Back at the Party (Canon)

Valerie Barnes was pissed.

The brunette beauty had been looking forward to this party, to this night, all week. She had run the scenes over in her head, again and again, until a fool-proof plan had emerged. She had worn a sexy red top, his favorite color, that had shown enough cleavage to say “I want you,” but with a smoldering stare that said “not you though,” to everyone else. Her tight shirt tucked into a pair of extra short daisy dukes, which combined with a pair of black, fuck me heels to show off her long legs and full ass. She had sent him some very spicy selfies before the party to get his motor running. She was smiling, teasing, and instigating plenty of contact. They had even managed to progress to some very risqué dancing that would have shocked her father, and made her mother proud. Valerie Barnes was going to make Jace Holland hers; nothing and nobody was going to stop her.

So why then, Val thought to herself grumpily, was she not being held in the man of her dreams’ arms and instead backed into the corner of the room as a very drunk Nolan Platt stared a hole into her cleavage, supporting himself with an arm against the wall.

“So yeah, I think we can make state this year,” he regaled her for the 3rd time in the last 5 minutes. “Coach says we can do it if we’re just motivated enough.”

“Riiiiiggghhhht,” Val rolled her eyes for the 4th time since the tall Safety accosted her. “I’m sure you guys will do great!” The fact that the older guy hadn’t looked at her face in minutes meant she didn’t even have to try to hide her bored expression. Nolan was the 4th football player who had attempted to hit on her in the last half hour. Did she have a big sign above her head pointing her out to them?

“So, what do you say? I’m sure a pretty thing like you could think of any way to motivate us.” Val probably would have been more offended at the leer that Nolan gave her if he had managed to make eye contact with her. That said, they way his head began to move closer and closer to her breasts just made her shudder. She didn’t think she could be less attracted to anyone right now. Still, Val didn’t want to upset the drunken meat head too much. Self-preservation is a very powerful emotion.

She would be diplomatic.

“Sorry Nolan, you’re a nice guy and all, but I’m kind of seeing somebody at the moment.”

Lying is diplomacy, right?

“Aww, come on Val. You don’t need to lie to me.” Nolan’s eyes moved to stare into her own at that point.

Fuck.

“I really am!” Val insisted, her eyes now darting around the dance floor once more, searching for someone who might be able to help.

Nolan’s drunken slurring sharpened up then, entering a well-practiced persona. His eyes became gentler, an easy grin taking over his face. “It’s ok Val, I know you aren’t seeing anyone right now.” He re-assured her. She had to admit, she could understand why so many of her fellow students fell for him. “We don’t even have to let anybody know.” Maybe when he wasn’t being a drunken creep, she corrected herself.

"We've only just started seeing each other!" Val immediately cringed at that. Damn her and her big mouth. She'd given him an opening.

"Oh really," Nolan purred. "I guess that means you guys haven't really built up much of a relationship then?"

"No! I mean yes! I mean we're very happy together!" Val was panicking now. The larger guy was moving in now, placing one arm on the wall, each said of her head.

"You aren't going to tell me you're seeing Jace, are you?" Nolan laughed wickedly.

"Why do you say that?" Val frowned, snapping at the libidinous teen closing in on her.

"Well, for one thing, Jace left the party about 20 minutes ago."

"He-he did?" the busty teen balked.

"He did," Nolan grinned. "He left with his sexy sister and that busty best friend of his under each arm."

"No..." Val gasped, looking desperately into the dance floor for another figure that she wouldn't find.

"Yup," he continued, totally missing the meaning behind her exasperation. "Lucky man. Normally I would wish that I was in his place. That said, I kind of enjoy my place right here." Nolan grabbed Val's chin then, lining her face up with his. "With you," he whispered with finality, moving his face closer to hers.

Val's heart was thumping in her chest. Jace wasn’t here anymore. He had left with Amy and Dana. He said he was going to see her again, he said he would come back to her. But he left her alone. And he couldn’t even say goodbye. And now some drunken, lecherous asshole was getting into her personal space, and was really not getting the hint. The time for subtlety and keeping up appearances else was over.

Valerie Barnes was pissed.

“Let go of me Nolan,” she commanded, staring into his eyes and firming her resolve. “I don’t want this, I don’t like you, and I’m certainly not going to fuck you.”

Nolan’s head snapped back in surprise, his eyes widening in shock, before creasing into a frown. “What the fuck did you say to me?” he spat as his eyes met hers once more.

“You heard me,” Val hissed. “You’re an overconfident, underwhelming, drunken pig, and I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last guy left on the planet.”

The two teens’ gazes locked in a battle of wills, each daring the other to flinch first. Rather than backing down, however, Nolan surprised Val when his frown lightened. His visage didn’t become any less threatening, but a smug grin broke out on his face. “I know what this about,” he sneered.

“You do?” Val rolled her eyes, finally being the one to break contact. “Enlighten me then.”

Nolan’s other hand met the wall then on the other side of Val’s head, trapping her between his tensing strong arms. “You’re just pissed,” he smirked.

“You’re a genius,” Val deadpanned, unimpressed.

“Don’t be like that baby, let me finish.”

“God, you just can’t stop sounding like a creep, can you?”

Ignoring her barbs, the football player continued. “You see, this all comes back to your knight in shining armor bailing on his princess. You might deny it, but even a blind man could see that you have it bad for the guy.” Val frowned, but she couldn’t say that Nolan wasn’t right on the money. “Everyone saw you two dancing, how sexy you looked, but now he’s gone. He’s left you all alone.”

Valerie frowned. Nolan wasn’t lying. Jace had effectively ditched her without a word, after spending all week telling her how much he was looking forward to tonight. To her. All of those pictures she sent him… Val’s anger only began to rise. “He did,” she agreed.

“And it pisses you off,” he continued.

“It does,” Val replied, her voice losing its edge in favor of something more breathy.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Nolan grinned, picking up her change of tone. “You should teach him a lesson.”

“Hmm,” Val cooed in contemplation. The brunette then bit her lip, looking up at the taller teen, before wrapping her arms around his neck. “How should I do that?” she asked demurely, batting her eyelids.

“I think you should find a guy…”

“Yeah?”

“Wrap your arms around his neck, just like this,” he grinned, his arms moving to her shoulders and wandering down her side.

“And then what?”

“And let him give you a night you’ll never forget,” he whispered hungrily into her ear, before pulling back to see the look on her face.

“You know something Nolan? You’re right. Jace is an asshole and this is a fantastic idea,” said Val. Nolan couldn’t stop himself from grinning like a wolf with its prey. “It’s such a good idea, I think I might try it.”

“Well then baby, consider me at your service.”

“There’s just one problem,” Val breathed into his ear.

“What that?” Nolan asked, practically groaning at how fucking hot the girl in his arms was.

He wasn’t expecting what came next.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I would never, ever fuck you!” she hissed. Nolan hardly had enough time to get a grunt out of his mouth before the brunette beauty’s knee collided solidly with his sensitive bits, causing the football player to crumple over in pain, before collapsing to the floor with a groan. “You fucking pig,” Val spat, before walking away.

Nolan was hurting. Nolan was furious. Nolan was not in a position to do anything more than roll on the floor. Nolan had to admit though. Despite how much he hated her right now, he loved watching Valerie Barnes walk away.

Gabrielle Barnes was bored.

As the tattooed beauty sipped her drink, she pondered just how she had managed to find herself with nothing to do at a Skylar God damn Wayne party. She supposed it was, in a way, maybe, slightly, partly her fault. Sure, she may have blown off a handful of guys asking her to dance, but who could blame her? She couldn't help that every guy who came up to her could hardly look into her eyes when they asked her to dance. She knew she looked good in her tight black cocktail dress, but surely any guy who thought they were worth her time would have some more brain or backbone. It only confirmed her dissatisfaction when nobody was able to come back with any banter when she insisted it. Playfully of course. It seemed like the only guy who didn't walk away looking like an idiot was the one she blamed most for her current boredom. That asshole. Leaning back against the bar, Gabby scanned the dance floor, looking for something or someone who might interest her. She wished Emily was still with her, at least she was always fun to tease.

Unfortunately, her best friend had left the party in a huff 15 minutes ago. After her argument with Aria Mitchell about the other tattooed girls responsibilities to the volleyball team, Emily had worked herself up to a point where she had to be restrained from the laughing girl when Aria suggested that she "just needed a long, sweaty, deep fuck to de-stress." If Emily wasn't beyond pissed off at that, Aria offering to invite her to join in the next time Evan fucked her into the mattress was the spark to the tinder that set her off. Fortunately for both Emily and Aria, David Johnson was around to hold her back and offer to drive her home. His best friends had already left, and so he was planning on leaving anyway. Gabby could only roll her eyes at Emily's reaction to Aria's taunt. There was no way that Evan could be anything other than a selfish lover, no way that he could fuck ANYONE into a mattress, especially the way Gabby liked it. He'd never hold her down, powerfully thrusting into her from behind as she moaned in pleasure...

The brunette shook her head, blinking away that confusingly intrusive thought. Gabby contemplated taking another sip of her drink, before thinking better of it. It appeared that her boredom was very soon to be abated. The object of her disdain was walking towards the bar, a smug grin that needed wiping off plastered over his face. Shw had lost her cool earlier in the night, so she wasn't about to let him get the better of her again. She needed her wits for this. Adjusting her dress to show off some more cleavage, Gabby pulled a lock of hair behind her ear as Evan Simmons leaned on the bar next to her. "Defeated by the dance floor already, asshole?" the stunning brunette asked in a condescending drawl as she looked up into his eyes. "How disappointing."

Evan's gaze met her own, the smug grin from before easing into a comfortable smirk. Without responding to Gabby, he simply put two fingers up to the bar tender, who began to prepare a pair of drinks. After a languid moment or three spent looking her body up and down, which absolutely did NOT send a slight shiver across her skin, Evan responded in kind. "Why Gabrielle, I didn't know a bitch like you cared."

"Hardly," she rolled her eyes. She most assuredly did not appreciate Evan calling her by her full name. Or the chills down her spine that she really hoped didn't show on her face. "I just thought that the walking, talking ego trip that you are would have found some fun by now. You must be losing your touch."

"Hardly, you say? I can work with that, it's slightly more than nothing after all," he smirked. "As for losing my touch? Shall we find out? I know you're **** for it."

"I'd rather ****," Gabby retorted.

"That can be arranged," Evan winked. "I have something that I know you'd look fantastic **** on."

"With what you said before about working with slightly more than nothing, somehow I doubt that," Gabby parried. She couldn't help the slight smile break out with that last volley. This was definitely more interesting than sparring with the drooling mouth breathers from before. "I'm sure you can convince some other slut to fake an orgasm when she can't even feel your tiny dick."

Evan also seemed to be enjoying himself, a slight twinkle in his eye. "Doubt as much as you want, Gabrielle. After 5 minutes, I'll make you a true believer."

"5 minutes? If that's all you've got then I'm afraid your night is going to be filled with even more disappointment."

The bar tender returned at this point, placing two expensive crystal glasses in front of Evan, contains some combination of dark liquor, a carbonated beverage and ice. "I didn't say 5 minutes would be all you get," Evan moved one to Gabby's place at the bar. "I said 5 minutes would be all you'd need." Picking his glass up, the well built young man indicated towards the one in front of her. "Why don't you give it a try, slut?" After finishing his drink in one pull, Evan took two steps away from the bar before before walking towards a nearby, unoccupied loveseat. Dropping down onto it, Evan adopted a relaxed posture as he spread his arms across the chair.

"Give it a try? Is that what you say to all the girls? A total Casanova you are." Yep, Gabby was definitely enjoying herself. Still, she wasn't going to let this dick get the better of her. Foreplay was over, it was time for the real event. Picking up her new drink, Gabby never broke eye contact as she took a deep sip. The sweetness of the soda helped to break the strength of the Scotch she now knew she was drinking. Putting the glass back down on the bar, Gabby upped the proverbial ante. She was going to crush this worm, she was going to take this self-assured braggart and turn him into a quivering mess.

Confidently swaying her hips, Gabby sashayed over to the loveseat before stopping in front of him, looking down to his face in smug condescension. "You've already ruined my night by causing my best friend to bail, and now here you are crashing and burning in front of a crowd of the most eager, horny sluts in Amethyst Shore, to the point where you'd rather sit on that couch all alone." In a move that was inspired by her beating heart and rampant, traitorous hormones, Gabby continued forward to straddle Evan's legs, dropping down with her thighs either side of his own. With outstretched arms bracing her weight against his shoulders, pushing him back and down into the loveseat, Gabby whispered in breathy, cold hearted dominance. "I'm not even mad Evan, I'm disappointed."

From her current position, Gabby felt in control. She had all the power and all the momentum. Still, the linebacker was never one to shy away from a challenge. If Gabrielle Barnes wanted to turn on the heat, so could Evan Simmons. "You're right about one thing, but wrong about everything else. You're not disappointed," he challenged, roughly grabbing her hips and sliding back so that she was now directly above his lap. "I haven't ruined your night. Your little friend is probably already home, touching herself to the thought of me."

Gabby's face contorted in rage, but her reddening complexion told another story. "You have a giant ego."

"I have a giant cock," he corrected her, pulling her hips down and thrusting up for emphasis, causing Gabby to let out a gasp. Gabby was no virgin, but the bulge in his pants was definitely the largest that she'd ever felt. It wasn't fair! Why did he have to have such a nice cock? When he rocked her hips with his strong hands, Gabby had to fight to resist it. What on earth was he doing to her?

"Emily would never!" she countered with a gasp, attempting to regain a modicum of control. Kneeling back up, Gabby lifted her hips from Evan's lap and stared down at him. "She'd never fuck you."

"That's what they all say," he grinned. "Until I'm balls deep," he again thrust his hips up, pulling Gabby down with even less resistance. "Pounding her."

Thrust.

"Again."

Thrust

"And again."

Another thrust. Gabby was panting now, not even fighting him pulling her down, her core molten. She was losing control.

"And again."

Evan thrust his crotch into her needy sex. Gabby followed his hips down.

"It doesn't matter how big your cock is," Gabby panted, surprised when he used his hands on her hips to to move her forward and back, grinding her pussy on his bulge. She desperately needed a chance to regain control "You're still a giant asshole."

"And you're still a bitch," he grinned. He couldn't help but appreciate the gorgeous, tattooed goddess who was straddling him as he ground her onto his cock. "Fuck," he groaned, feeling the pleasure on his cock. "You're so fucking hot. I'm going to fuck you so bad."

Fuck, Gabby thought. He might be right. She really had to take control of this situation before it went any further. "I'll never fuck you," she said, convincing no one.

"Remember what you said?" Evan needled, determined to defeat his sexy opponent. "You said that this place is filled with eager, horny sluts."

"Ye-yes?" she panted, her hips no longer fighting, letting Evan's strong hands lead them without resistance.

"This place is filled with eager, horny sluts, and I have the most eager, horniest slut of all of them just begging to be fucked."

"Never," she argued, however her body wasn't listening. Her hips were moving on their own now, grinding against Evan's cock, unwilling to stop the building pleasure in her heat. Her tight dress had ridden up her wide hips and was now scrunched up at her waist, courtesy of Evan's grip lifting it up so gradually she didn't notice.

His hands, tightly gripping her waist, moved down her sides and then to her ass. Gabby gasped as she felt his bare hands on her bare skin, squeezing her cheeks tightly. He spanked her, causing Gabby to squeak in shock and fall forward, pressing her breasts into his chest and tucking her head into the seat just above his shoulder. "I'm going to fuck you, Gabrielle Barnes, until you scream my name."

"Fuck you!" Gabby moaned, her hips racing

"Yes!" Evan hissed.

"Fuck you!" she groaned in pleasure.

"Yes!" he groaned in triumph.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Gabby cried. It was really going to happen. She was really going to cum on Evan's lap, just by grinding on his big, thick, manly cock. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she groaned, nearing her crescendo.

Until she felt nothing, as Evan pushed her off him and to the side, causing her to spill onto the seat next to him. "What the fuck?" she screamed, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her whole body was tightly wound, her dress still bunched up and her pussy covered by her thin, now soaked thong.

"I told you, that I'm going to fuck you. I'm not going to give the the relief of making you cum until you're bouncing on my cock," he grinned as he stood up from the couch, looking down at the extremely flustered Gabby.

"Oh fuck you!" she spat.

"Not yet." That smirk was really beginning to piss Gabby off. "For now, I think I'm going to go dance."

As he turned and walked away, Gabby finally realized the position that she was in. The slack jawed, open mouthed drooling of the bartender as he stared at her only served to piss her off again. "Fuck me," she groaned to herself in exasperation.

"Oh, uhh, I finish my shift in 2 hours?" responded the shocked bartender.

"Go fuck yourself," she groaned, this time more in self-loathing. Fixing her dress, the tattooed teen began to walk away.

Gabby needed to find a bathroom.

Or a bedroom.

Skylar probably had something she could use.