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Greenwich – (Chapter: Everyone Lies)
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“Your end table?”
“Yes. My end table.”
“Do you even have an end table?” Ashley asked, her suspiciousness leaking through the receiver.
“Did you even call for a reason?” Spencer parried, suddenly incredibly annoyed.
Had she and Ashley been in the same room, she might’ve caught the other girl’s rolling eyes—Alas, they were not.
“Besides,” She smiled wickedly, “It’s not like you’ve ever seen the inside of my room—or my apartment, for that matter.
“True…” Ashley grinned slowly, “Pity, too. I’ve always wanted wondered how wealthy bachelorette with far too much time on her hands would go about decorating said bacholorette pad.”
“Really?”
“Truly.”
“Well,” Spencer began as if deep in thought, “given that it’s a Monday, and my current Tuesday, who as of last week become my Monday was regrettably roped into attending her grandmother’s funeral…”
“God bless her soul,”
“I suppose I can pencil you in,”
“Brilliant,” Ashley grinned, absent mindedly tracing shapes into the pillow by her head, “Is seven okay?”
“Yeah, that’s great,” Spencer confirmed genuinely.
“Oh, and Ashley?” She continued, her tone now taking on a more wicked likeness as she pressed her legs together chastely, “Bring something comfortable to sleep in.”
With that, she hung up, leaving Ashley to toy with the not so subtle innuendo of her words, the dial tone playing like a brooding mans symphony in the backdrop.
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Ashley was drunk—And not, four beers and a shot of whiskey inebriated—No, Ashley Davies was quite positively shit faced, a fact made clearly indisputable as she stumbled her way through and past her father’s New York city apartment bell boy, momentarily forgetting the delicate olive hand grasped in her own and the quickening pulse she felt there. As she pulled the giggling girl into the elevator, absent mindedly signaling the floor she wished to frequent, Ashley pushed down whatever semblance of nervousness she felt nearly racking her body, drowning her senses in a sloppy kiss, though it truly was the best she could manage at the time.
Everyone has secrets.
Her skirt was at her ankles now, a matching black bra and underwear clothing her otherwise naked body. As Ashley felt the clasp of the aforementioned article loosen, as she noted the awkwardly tingling sensation precipitated by the hot mouth gnawing wantonly on her shoulder, she realized the window was open, no doubt ushering in February’s notorious winter chill. Courtesy of the peppermint schnapps she had entertained earlier, she didn’t feel cold.
Everyone lies.
Strangled pants stabbed the dank room like a metronome would silence, egging Ashley on, goading her hands to places they’d never been. Then she felt it—an unfamiliar pressure on her hips, a pair of nimble fingers working their ways into the handles of her underwear, goading them down. And now, Ashley was stock still—Paralyzed by a sensation that had, unbeknownst to her, crept its way through her entire limpid body. She couldn’t—Not like this.
Not now.
“Stop…”
She felt the entirely too dry cotton material skid across the apex of her thighs.
“Please,”
Her voice was barely above a whisper now as she began to feel her body shake.
“Stop.”
It was one word, but on its back it carried everything it was supposed to and a little bit more. Suddenly, the distribution of weight on her plush mattress was shifting. Ashley could feel everything—Anger, hurt, betrayal, and confusion.
The half clothed figure that had, only moments ago, been pressed up against her was moved towards the door backwards, her eyes the only stationary facet of her person clouded and murky—So unreadable.
Ashley called out to her through choked sobs and strangled tears.
Nothing.
She felt her heart breaking.
“Madison…”
“…So nice to meet you,”
Ms. Duarte smiled, the wickedness manifested in that simple gesture almost stifling, “Please, Mrs. Carlin,” She began sweetly, the tone of her voice so decadent it almost bordered a kind of bitterness, “the pleasure is all mine.”
as always, thanks for reading and please leave me some feedback:) lurkers: stop lurking. lurking’s lame. also, i’ll be up all night so look out for me in the comments section if you want to chat or something 
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Let’s chat because I love you. I haven’t read yet though. Back to comment again in a second. I literally said, “Yes!” out loud when I saw you had posted. Back in a sec…
Let’s chat because I love you. I haven’t read yet though. Back to comment again in a second. I literally said, “Yes!” out loud when I saw you had posted. Back in a sec…
You’re such a fucking badass. Alright, this chapter was amazing. I’ve decided that a part of this story that I really like is the role of the narrator. It’s totally not your typical descriptive narrator. It almost feels like you’re being told the story by someone and it’s a really neat perspective. I would think that it gives you incredible creativity as well in how you choose to say things or the details you choose to comment on. I was almost confused at the end, but recovered and “ooh-ed and ahh-ed” in horror at what Madison’s placement in this story could mean. Wonderful update as usual. You’re the best.
You’re such a fucking badass. Alright, this chapter was amazing. I’ve decided that a part of this story that I really like is the role of the narrator. It’s totally not your typical descriptive narrator. It almost feels like you’re being told the story by someone and it’s a really neat perspective. I would think that it gives you incredible creativity as well in how you choose to say things or the details you choose to comment on. I was almost confused at the end, but recovered and “ooh-ed and ahh-ed” in horror at what Madison’s placement in this story could mean. Wonderful update as usual. You’re the best.
i’m so interested in this story, love beyond anything right now, post soon i want to find out what happens at the ‘sleep over’ pms
i’m so interested in this story, love beyond anything right now, post soon i want to find out what happens at the ‘sleep over’ pms
Favorite line from Kate to Ashley: As the next six words tumbled past and out Kate’s lips, she felt that sadness come full circle, “It’s not you I’m worried about.” – Those 6 words are like a foreshadowing of disaster or drama that draweth nigh. I find your story intriguing and imaginative. Well done! PMS
Favorite line from Kate to Ashley: As the next six words tumbled past and out Kate’s lips, she felt that sadness come full circle, “It’s not you I’m worried about.” – Those 6 words are like a foreshadowing of disaster or drama that draweth nigh. I find your story intriguing and imaginative. Well done! PMS
and sorry about the repetition of the word breathe/breath…
and sorry about the repetition of the word breathe/breath…
goaskalice–haha, DUDE, i wish i was up when you commeneted! i turned in around 230ish and i guess i missed you. thanks for the always stellar comments–they make a kid feel good. and in terms of the narrator thing–i actually sortve love being able to tell the story like that. it definitely lets me sorta excavate the complicated emotions that spencer/ashley ect might not wear on their sleeve so that’s fun. dawniekey-i’ll deff try to post as soon as possible–hopefully tonight? probs before the end of the weekend. thanks for reading! :)dallas111-THANK YOU!
goaskalice–haha, DUDE, i wish i was up when you commeneted! i turned in around 230ish and i guess i missed you. thanks for the always stellar comments–they make a kid feel good. and in terms of the narrator thing–i actually sortve love being able to tell the story like that. it definitely lets me sorta excavate the complicated emotions that spencer/ashley ect might not wear on their sleeve so that’s fun. dawniekey-i’ll deff try to post as soon as possible–hopefully tonight? probs before the end of the weekend. thanks for reading! :)dallas111-THANK YOU!