The Lies That Bind Us All.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gossip Girl!
Summery: Lacking money for rent and school expenses Vanessa secretly takes up a job as a sexy gogo dancer at a club called Tantric. Little does V know its new owner is Chuck Bass. C offers her a proposition that could ruin her and fix his and B relationship
Time Line: Everyone except Jenny/Eric have graduated from high school and are tending their second year of college. Serena and Dan are still an item. Chuck and Blair have a on going love affair that has been on and off for the past 6 months. Jenny and Nate are keeping their relationship on a down low , but everyone knows the two are sleeping around. Vanessa is still pining after a certain Humphrey who remains clueless. And Eric is crush hard on Baby J.
Summer has just begun and the upper east side gang has assembled for a drama filled vacation. Vanessa who has won a scholarship to a prestigious Film school that only covers her tuition has to work the whole summer to save up for expenses such as books, a laptop and rent among other things. She seek out a second job that gives her in more trouble then it worth.
Pairings: V/C, D/S, C/B, B/N, J/N, some E/J and V/D
This story will be told through the eyes of Vanessa Abrams as she struggles with money, love, life and being torn between lovers and friends.
Author note: If you dislike Vanessa or any of the couples please just leave there is no need for negativity. There are plenty of Blair/Chuck fanfic's floating around for you read on If your ready to read something different and supporting a underrated character (who seems to be disliked) please stick around and enjoy my first Gossip Girl fanfic! Please excuse any grammar problems. I tried my best to edit it.
Date 7/15/08
He buried his face into a mass of dark curls.
Inhaling deeply the familiar scent of fresh plum and vanilla.
A fragrance he had grown quite accustom to over the past week .
His arms drawing tightly around my waist made me trash against the hardness of his chest.
The smell of Tequila Diamante lingering and mingling with his strong scent of Burberry cologne left me feeling on the edge of being nauseous.
" I like your hair, it is soft like cotton and smells sweet like fruit" he said softly, nuzzling the back of my neck with the tip of his nose.
How unlike Chuck Bass always willing to receive rather then give others compliments .
I stopped trashing around for a moment fuming with anger, debating on weather I should just elbow him in the ribs or just grab onto his balls with an iron grip.
Maybe then he would learn to keep those dirty thoughts and wandering hands to himself.
His lips brush against the shell of my air, pouring his hot breath along the curve of my neck.
He spoke again voice deep and husky dripping with a combination of venom and lust.
"You're a cock tease Abrams." he stated as if he where merely telling a fact.
"You prance around here acting as if your Mother Teresa. Spouting out non-sense of staying a virgin until prince charming comes along on his mighty steed to sweep you off your feet."
His voice began to raise as if he were playing a grand role in a play.
"He would confess his undying love for you just so he could pop the lock to that pretty little treasure box you keep well hidden between your legs, and alas steal your chastity . "
Chuck Bass sneered spooning to me like a desperate lover being torn apart from its soul mate.
I shifted, mouth parting daring to burst out an onslaught of insults.
But I froze, because once again he was right.
Withdrawing my bottom lip in frustration.
And I was wrong.
I was still waiting for Dan.
Always waiting patiently; watching on the sidelines, hoping he would come back to me.
"You're a lush Chuck Bass" I murmured trying hard to find my own voice that had gone missing in my throat.
He smiled, lips curling at the corners like the devil himself.
Your disgusting, I hate you as much as I – no.
"Dear sweet Vanessa Abrams I prefer to make love not war. Take your anger out on your Knight and shining arming-- who might I add has probably taken the liberty to riding my beloved step sister at this very moment."
Liar!!!
I inhaled sharply trembling with feelings I could not put my finger on
"But don't worry I would be delighted to relieve you of all the Sexual frustration building up."
He paused for a split second, "But of corse if you wish I wouldn't mind calling Humphrey over here seeing as to the fact his and Serena's suit is just down the hall. So you could ask him for my permission to pop your cherry" he cooed, mouth drawing my earlobe between soft damp lips, and perfect white teeth.
Obnoxious prick .
His head lolled back ,"Oh, and on contrary I am far from drunk" he snapped nostrils flair at my accusation.
His grip on my tightened and the knot of tension building between his leg nestled against my ass.
A red glow tinge my cheek in discomfort.
"You are right" I agreed with him momentarily, my voice sounding sweet like honey.
I would let him believe he won this game of cat and mouse before I corrected him.
I am so damn tried of you and your perverted advances.
"Your not drunk, your fucking wasted. And if you want to screw someone so damn bad I suggest Blair Waldorf. Her room is just across the hall, oh wait she might be occupied screwing your ex-best friends brains out.", I elbowed him as hard I could.
He exhaled sharply arms gaping open so I could slide out from under.
Sitting up I fixing the loosen straps of the Giorgio Armani dress I was foolish enough to play dress up in.
This wasn't me...and it never will be.
"You cocky little bitch" he spat.
I smile back at him, turquoise blue orbs colliding with intensity of malting hot chocolate hues.
His anger was a sight for soar eyes.
I wasn't in such bad mood I would have laughed in his handsome face.
"Game over Bass, I am leaving" I said nonchalantly, sliding off the king size bed to slip on a pair of studded stilettos made by Roberto Cavalli.
Because everything I planned was back firing in my face.
And I could not continue to let you get the better of me or anyone else for that matter.
Chuck recoiled, turning over to his side groaning in pain.
I slipped pass the bed grabbing my suit case and belongings not paying any attention to him.
His teeth gritting in anger as he towered over me in all his manliness.
When did he get out of bed?
His right hand sized my arm spinning face forward so rough I almost lost balance.
"Your not going no where Abrams you owe me and I intend to get my moneys worth rather you like it or not".
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