Dreams He Sold Her - Conclusion

I've posted the last part of my 3-shot Dreams He Sold Her

I'm kind of sad it's over.  It was one of those stories that was really fun to write, but perhaps that's because I got to research exotic locales like Bali and the Dalmatian Islands.  Either way I truly loved writing this little ditty and hope that my readers enjoyed taking the journey with Edward & Bella.

You can read it in its entirety here on my blog or here on FFN

Thanks again!

And if you haven't already - please go vote for The Emerging Swan Awards.

Full Length Fics are open for voting now until Monday, September 8th and my fic Twilight Reflected in Brown Eyes was nominated.  Even if you don't vote for my story, just go vote, because there are a lot of fantastic fics nominated.  Including my beta BlackJackLily's Amore Vietato. 

Thanks again for taking this journey.  It was a fun ride!

Shocked by the love!

As some of you know, I'm a co-host of The Emerging Swan Awards.  

And the award nomination and voting timeline has actually been progressing along quite nicely.  Not without a lot of blood, sweat and tears. (okay, only a paper cut, some mild perspiration over my lip cause the AC was broken and a single tear shed because...)

I was nominated!!  

My full length fic, Twilight Reflected In Brown Eyes was nom'd for Best Edward/Bella (completed) and Best Romance (completed)  - I was honestly shocked that I was nominated. 

Not only that, but I was also nominated for the Oldie but Goodie Author Award.  (Okay, maybe two tears were shed, one for my fic and one for me being an author someone thought was worthy of notice)

So I just wanted to send a quick thank you to whomever thought I was worthy enough of a nomination. I honestly do appreciate the love!

Now if you'd all be so kind and go vote (for me if you enjoyed the story, or for someone else if you didn't - but the voting part is most important here!)  I'd really appreciate it.

My beta's amazing fic - Amore Vietato by blackjacklily is nom'd too.  Go read it!

Now hurry along and get your vote on!  CLICK HERE TO VOTE!

**And to my fic readers - Dreams He Sold Her, the conclusion is almost done being beta'd
**Behind the Velvet Rope, chapter 4 is in final editing and will be sent off to my beta shortly

***And to my MAGNIFICENT, SUPER, AMAZING BETA - @BloodRedRose / BlackJackLily - Happy Worship your Beta day!!  (or whatever those crazy kids are calling it)  You rock my world from top to bottom!!

Dreams He Sold Her - Part 2 posted

I've uploaded the second part of my three-shot - Dreams He Sold Her

You can read the entire thing here - under the Dreams He Sold Her Tab - or go to my FFN link here.

And lastly - once you're done with that - Here's a pic tease for the conclusion.

Behind the Velvet Rope - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After three weeks of working, I’d become accustom to the ebb and flow of the club.  On Thursdays, Aro’s friends came in late into the evening, taking up most of Ice’s VIP section.  They tipped well and from the slew of women who came and went, it was apparent that there was either a lot of blow being done in the back rooms and bathrooms, or they were all getting fucked within an inch of their lives.  Although, on second thought, both could be happening based on the glassy eyed looks and disheveled appearance the waiflike women had upon leaving the club.  Fridays and Saturdays were filled with the hipsters and psudo-celebrities who were more concerned about their status within the scene than anything else.   Alice and Bella fell into the Friday and Saturday crowds, although they usually didn’t come in two nights in a row.  I wasn’t sure if it was because they were nursing hangovers, or just couldn’t be seen at the same place within the same weekend.  We were closed Sunday through Tuesday, reopening on Wednesdays to the college crowd that otherwise couldn’t get in on the weekends. 

I had yet been asked to help with a ‘special assignment’, but from what Felix told me, Aro was just testing the waters and wanted to make sure I could handle being in sexually charged situations and still keep my head in the game.  My big head that is, not my other muscle, even though he was generally involved in many of my decisions.  I could be patient and earn the trust of the head honcho.  However, from some of the stories I’d heard from Felix about Aro and Caius’ various interests, my mouth was salivating wanting to get my eyes on the depravity of it all. 

I’d been keeping a steady yet stealth eye on Rose for the last few weeks.  She was icy towards just about anyone except Royce.  I wasn’t sure if it was because he required her to be that way, or if that was just her natural, charming personality.  She was a quick and efficient bartender, smiled and made enough small talk with the patrons to appear friendly, but served everyone as quickly as possible at the same time.  When she was slammed, she worked methodically down one side of the bar to the next.  She didn’t give preferential treatment to either sex, just serving them according to where the fit into her rhythm.  In all my time here, she had barely grunted a hello to me and her eyes never, ever met mine.  I got a funny feeling that she was a kept woman, but I had no real evidence of abuse, and could only continue to keep a distant eye on her and pray that my gut feeling was wrong.

Tonight I was the floater for Ice.  I got to wander the periphery of the upstairs bar and VIP area, making sure that everyone was acting accordingly.  Felix was stationed over at the VIP entrance and would chat me up every time I passed him on my circuit.

Meandering around the periphery of the dance floor, I watched as the sweaty masses writhed in time with the thumping backbeat, the chicks grinding on their friends, trying to show what dirty girls they were.   I couldn’t take my eyes off of these two tasty blonds in tiny dresses, hands roaming over each other’s asses and waists.  They were back to front, eyes closed, moving in time with the music. I was utterly entranced. 

Shit, I need to get laid.  Scrubbing my face with my hands, I let my eyes take one last look before continuing on my way.  I was rounding the corner of the bar when I felt someone crash into me, spilling whatever they had in their hand in the process.

 “Oh God, Emmett!  I’m so sorry,” Izzy exclaimed, jumping back from me, most likely trying to avoid ruining her fancy shoes.  Glancing down, I saw my black pants were now covered in some kind of sticky concoction that left me feeling cold, wet, and smelling like rum.

“It’s fine.  I have another pair in my locker.”  Sighing heavily at my own bad luck, I waved at Rose to throw me a bar towel and began sopping what I could from the front of my pants and the ground surrounding me.  I knew the bar back would be out shortly to clean up the mess, but no sense in leaving a puddle where people would slip.

“Here, let me help.”  She reached for the towel and began rubbing me down.  Her hand absentmindedly approached my junk, and as much as I would have liked someone as beautiful as Bella to give me a hand job, this wasn’t the time or place.

Grabbing her wrist, I smirked down at her shocked expression once she realized where her hand had been headed.   Groaning, her blush lit up her face to the color of a weak cosmopolitan. 

“Izzy, can I ask you something?”  We were walking side by side towards the locker room where I was headed to go change my pants.

“Sure, of course.”

“Why are you friends with Alice?  I don’t mean to sound rude, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders while Alice…well, Alice seems to only have Alice on her mind.”  I knew I was entering risky territory with my inquiry, but from what I’d witnessed, Bella seemed like a genuinely nice person and I was baffled by their best friend status.

Hearing her chuckle at my question made me relax a little, thinking that perhaps my assessment of how they weren’t exactly cut from the same cloth wasn’t too far off base.

“It’s funny, I ask myself that same question all the time.”  Her airy laugh was warm and genuine.  Waiting just another beat, she walked towards an alcove away from the bustle and noise of the club to continue her explanation.  “We both went to the same boarding school in London.  We were paired up as roommates in the dorm our first year together before becoming flat mates after that.  She wasn’t always so image conscious.  She used to be funny and down to earth.  Then she met and dated a pretty popular actor in the UK for a while and changed.  She loved the attention that they’d get being out and about, and suddenly I got sucked into her vortex of fame.” 

A flicker of regret seemed to flash across her eyes but it was gone a moment later. “When we went off to college I just sorta felt lost.  You know?”  Shrugging her shoulders, she looked off towards the VIP section and continued, seeming as if she’d never really analyzed how she’d gotten to this place in her life. “Our parents just threw money at us to keep us out of the way until they needed us for something.  Alice’s parents expected her to get married to some Texas oil baron so they could increase their holdings or something, while my dad expected I would come back and help run the family business.  All I really wanted to do was teach in a quiet little elementary school.  Somehow that got glossed over and I ended up in business school instead of getting a teaching certificate.  I’ve been living daddy’s dream for so long now I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

Glancing down at her I saw her lip tremble and hoped to God she didn’t start crying.  I didn’t know what to do with a crying chick.  I never had.   Tugging on her arm, I wrapped her into a hug and squeezed lightly before releasing her.  I knew all about not living up to parental expectations, and while I wasn’t sure about the rest of her story, it felt like she just needed someone to listen.  Dear God, I’m turning into fucking Doctor Phil.  I should just check my man card at the damn door.  I was a sucker for the damsel in distress, always had been, and always would be. 

Smiling weakly at me, she stepped back and continued, “When Alice asked me to do this reality show with her I was feeling rebellious and said yes before really even thinking about the ramifications.  My dad was pissed, his lawyers tried to find a loophole into the contract I’d signed, but honestly, I was looking for an adventure.  I didn’t realize it would make us laughing stocks.  We were set up to look like stupid, boorish Americans with silver spoons in our mouths.  I was horrified when I saw the final edited product and even though we were both mortified, Alice enjoyed the attention just the same.  She started getting drunk and acting just like the show portrayed us to be. .. ”

“Emmett, where are you?”  Felix’s voice shouted in my earpiece, reminding me I was originally headed to the locker room to clean up.

“Shit, Bella, I gotta get back to work.”  Stopping in front of the locker room, I quickly replied to Felix that I’d gotten a drink dumped on me and was changing.

“Sorry to have gone all Jerry Springer on you with my life’s story.  I’ll catch you around.”  With a shy wave she was gone before I had a chance to even reply. 

Turning heel, I hurried off towards the locker room door to change so I could get back on the job.  Pushing the door open, I strode over to my locker and began taking my pants off before realizing I wasn’t alone.

A heavy moan echoed in my ears, causing me to turn and survey where it came from.  Standing in between a row of lockers was Edward.  His head was thrown back against the wall, eyes intently watching the blond in black stationed on her knees before him, sucking his dick.  I wanted to turn away, but couldn’t help watching as her lips curved around Edward’s cock, her tongue peeking out slightly with every suck.  I had to give it to the chick, she appeared to really know what she was doing. Her hands were grazing over his balls, a mixture of tugging and caresses that I could sense was making Edward’s eyes roll back into his head with how good it probably felt.  Glancing up, I realized Edward was now staring at me. A wry grin crossed his face and his eyebrow extended in challenge, most likely wondering why the fuck I was still standing there watching.   I hurried to finish pulling my pants on and exited the locker room with one final glance over my shoulder at the engaged couple.

God, what I wouldn’t give to get a fucking blow job by a hot blonde.   My mind drifted off, imagining Rose’s full lips opened wide, taking my eight inches into her mouth and effectively shutting up her bitchy ass self in one fail swoop.   Shaking the thought from my head, I scampered off back to my post, trying to imagine anything that would make my dick go back to its resting position instead of at half-mast.   The door had almost shut without me hearing Edward’s voice moan, “Fuck, baby, next time I’ll ask him to stay if you’re gonna be that fucking good.”  My ears perked up and I secretly hoped that perhaps he would.  It’d been a long ass time since I’d participated with more than one chick, but I knew I enjoyed sex in all shapes, sizes, and numbers.  In the meantime, I figured I’d ask Felix to help keep an eye out for a piece of tail I might be able to fuck away my unhealthy infatuation with the unobtainable, frosty, bitchtacular Rose.

Fuck if I wasn’t screwed already.

Thanks to BlackJackLily for being my amazing beta.  I edited a little after she sent it back, so any additional errors you may fine are entirely my own making. 

Dreams He Sold Her - Uploaded

I just finished posting Dreams He Sold Her - my 3 part story that I'm actually quite proud of.  It was something I started writing when I adopted a banner at the Twific pics garage sale. 

And I was just inspired.  So the story is a separate page on here but is also posted on FFN, TWCS and hopefully on Twilighted as soon as someone validates it.  What's nice about TWCS & Twilighted is that I can incorporate my postcard images into the post, rather than FFN, which only allows text.  I hope anyone who reads it, enjoys it.
Part 2 is with my beta and hopefully will be posted in the next week or so and Part 3 is about 80% finished, so look for that in about a month or so.

I am really proud of how it turned out. 
Thanks!
M.