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Know your headings: (Vic)toria: following her life. Justin: following his life. In sync: following both their lives at the same time.
(same place) ~~~ A Weak Spot Justin... He
was weak. He was just plain weak. How could he have let this happen? Justin
sat up on the soft bed he had been lying in, the sheet falling to bare his naked
chest. He looked over at the blond head nestled in the soft pillow next to
him, and he thought back on the day. He
and the guys had gone to a little Italian restaurant, Mamas. When he
had gotten home he had found a slightly breathy message from none other than
Pamela: <<Justin,
it’s me. I’m in town doing a show and a photo shoot. Then I’m on vacation so
I’m going to be here for a few weeks. Give me a call. Maybe we can get
together tonight. The hotel number is 555-8989. >> He
had been put in an awkward position. He could either return Pamela’s call and
accept her invitation or just ignore it completely. He wasn’t quite sure what
to do. He hadn’t talked to the girl since the award show after party. It was
obvious that their relationship was over; would she think if he accepted her
invitation that they were back together? He
finally came to a conclusion, but the decision he made, might not have been
the best. He had called her. She had invited him over to her hotel for a
nightcap and he had accepted. When
he had arrived at her hotel room, she had opened the door in a provocative
outfit, which consisted of a black halter and a mini skirt. The outfit itself
had made him feel more endangered than turned on. She was out for the hunt it
was quite apparent. That
should have been his first clue to get the hell out of there, but oh no,
instead of turning around to leave he stepped into the room and had wandered
over to the couch. Pamela had then brought out a large bottle of wine. He
trying to calm his feelings of being cornered had taken the glass gladly.
They had both indulged and soon finished the bottle between them. She
had taken the initiative and kissed him, he had not rebuffed her. One thing
had led to another and...Well here he was sitting on a bed, the next morning,
with his nakedness only being covered by a light sheet. He
looked over at Pamela and groaned. Now what? He gazed at her sharp features
not even softened by sleep. She was an aggressive and determined woman and
she would do her best to keep him and all the status and influence that came
with him. And
yet even with these drawbacks, he had to be honest. She was a very good lay.
She was so good in fact that he was kind of reconsidering the whole
“relationship”. It wasn’t like he was a monk. He was just as hormonic as any
other man was and Pamela wasn’t offering her heart, just her body. Maybe a
pure sexual relationship could work this time. What
he needed to do was get out of there, and think if he wanted to get into the
relationship. But first he needed pants. He
glanced around the room and saw that his pants were on the floor in the
middle of the room. He slowly lifted the covers and slid his legs onto the
carpeted floor. Suddenly
he felt a finger trail down the bareness of his back. He turned his head and
saw Pamela lying casually on her side, with one arm propped to balance the
weight of her head, and the other hand used to retain his attention. “Justin,”
she said huskily. “Were you leaving?” He
shifted and turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, “Yeah, I have
some meetings today.” She
stretched languorously, the contours of her body being outlined by the thin
sheet. “Can’t you put them off for a little while? Don’t you think we need to
get reacquainted?” She
sat up slipping her arms around his waist. She pressed her naked breasts
against his back and began to trace his neck and shoulders with her mouth and
tongue. “Well,
my meetings aren’t for another few hours...” Justin murmured. He could feel
Pamela smile into the crook of his neck. He
sighed. Yep, he was weak. --- Victoria... She
was weak. So incredibly weak. Toria looked down at the items in her hands and
groaned. How had she let this happen? She knew how. Damn Lisa. Lisa,
herself, walked over to Toria laughing. “You’d think I was torturing you or
something. Take that scowl off your face!” She
looked down at the items in Toria’s hands. “Got enough stuff there?” She
giggled. “Don’t
start with me Lisa. This is so all your fault! You know I’m broke and I
promised that I wouldn’t use the credit card. But here I am SHOPPING,
because of you.” Toria said disgruntled. Lisa
smirked, “Next your going to blame the clothes. Did they “jump” into your
arms Tor?” “Oh
shut up!” Toria smiled sheepishly. They both stepped into the line up and
waited for an available cash. “So
let me see what you got.” Lisa took an article of clothing from Toria’s pile.
It was a blue t-shirt with a cartoon panda bear on the front. Lisa glanced
through the rest; it was just as she suspected. They were all t-shirts. “Toria
it’s time for a new wardrobe. For a fashion designer, who designs some nice
stuff, you don’t wear anything funky. After this we’re going to Fornica.”
Lisa said naming a popular clothing store for club wear. They
moved up to a cash, Toria placing her clothes on the counter. She turned to
Lisa, “I’m not going to Fornica. Only strippers shop there.” Lisa
eyed her friend. “No they don’t. Even if they did, who cares? The store has
some cute clothing.” “Besides,”
Toria continued like Lisa hadn’t said anything. “That place is way too
expensive.” She handed the clerk her credit card. “How
would you know, you’ve never been there! Just stop complaining, we’re going!
Don’t forget that I still have to find something to wear to the video shoot.” “All
right, all right!” She knew that Lisa was going to drag her to Fornica,
if she wanted to or not. She grabbed her bag from the clerk and they left the
store and headed over to Fornica, which was at the other side of the
mall. “Someone
told me they saw some of the members of Nsync shopping there, a couple weeks
ago.” “They
were shopping at a woman’s clothing store? I knew those guys were a
little off.” Toria joked. “It
sells both women's and men's clothing, you nut!” Lisa said making a face at
Toria. Toria
grinned. “That doesn’t change the fact that those guys are a little off.” Lisa
laughed. She was happy to see her friend joking around. Toria was definitely
more light-hearted now than she had ever been, and Lisa thought it was due to
the car accident. Lisa felt that Toria had found a new appreciation for life.
She stopped her pondering as they finally reached their destination. Once
inside the store, Toria thought that she might have been a little hasty in
her judgement of the store. The store was quite chic and the clothing, if a
little revealing wasn’t trashy like she thought it would be. With
the persuasion of Lisa, she picked out rolled jean Capri’s with glitter
patchwork, a green studded halter-top and a black leather bustier to try on. Alongside
Lisa, who also had a few articles of clothing in her hands, Toria walked to
the change rooms. “This
is so fun,” Lisa smiled bouncing to JLO’s “I’m Real” that was playing
in the background of the store. They
chatted as they waited for the a couple change rooms to free up. Toria was so
busy talking to Lisa, that she didn’t notice a tall guy with a buzz cut enter
the store with a beautiful blond. |