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33 – (Chapter: 1: It’s Tricky)
Still ignoring the loud yell directed at her, Spencer hurriedly stepped into the elevator smiling smugly. A slender, tanned arm suddenly appeared, stopping the cushioned doors from closing. “What the hell, Carlin? Didn’t you hear me shouting?” Frowning, the blonde inched backwards from the smaller, smirking woman standing almost on top of her. "If I didn’t know better…I’d swear you were following me." Ashley leaned closer arching her eyebrows, continuing in a seductively breathless whisper, "Really, Carlin we’ve just got to stop meeting like this." Rolling her eyes, Spencer roughly pushed the smaller woman away from her and turned so her back was to the brunette. "Whatever, Davies! How can I be following you when you’re the one that practically ran to get in here with me?!"
Spencer could only manage an indignant squawk when Ashley threaded her arm through hers, pressing her chest against her back. Warm breath tickled small hairs on her neck as a low, raspy voice teased her ears. “My, what manners you have. You didn’t even ask what floor I wanted.” Widened blue eyes stared down at a small hand brushing slightly against her right breast to push the glowing thirty-three on the elevator’s panel. “Since I’m already here…you know pushing buttons…maybe you’ll let me push yours?” Impossibly, Ashley moved even closer, her lips hovering only millimeters from flushed, golden skin. Ears burning, Spencer swallowed, nervously licking her suddenly dry lips. “Any button you want me to press in particular, Carlin?” Ashley grinned wickedly, slowly moving her finger up to one of her favorite numbers. “This one looks interesting…how about the 69th floor?”
The elevator’s chime sounded. Right before the door opened, Ashley moved back, innocently crossing her arms over her chest and leaned against the far wall. A tall, dark haired man entered, smiling as he recognized the brunette. “Yo! Whatup, Little A?”
“A-Clog! What up, yo?” Spencer frowned, rolling her eyes again when Ashley and Aiden began doing a complicated series of hand slaps and snaps. Turning around, Spencer groaned, jabbing at the button for the twenty-fourth floor as Aiden began beat boxing sloppily. “My name is Ash, but people call me cash. I got more money then Poo’s got honey!” An even louder groan interrupted Ashley’s freestyling. Both Aiden and Ashley stared at Spencer. The blonde groaned again, this time while massaging her temples. “Okay….A-Clog? Are you serious? Aiden, didn’t you go to Harvard?”
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This was a hot story and I really like Ashley’s personality. I silently wished I was Spencer in this fanfic. PMS!
LMAO!! Great story plz continue.
freaking hilarious!!!
I love all your stories!! You’ve got a great sense of humour! keep ’em coming!
Flippin Hilarious Girl!! Yo…Eastside!!! You know this totally reminds me of conversations we have had! Loved it of course and look forward to more! You continue to amaze me T-Dogg!!! Miss u! T
omfg…soooooooo funny!
This was a hot story and I really like Ashley’s personality. I silently wished I was Spencer in this fanfic. PMS!
LMAO!! Great story plz continue.
freaking hilarious!!!
I love all your stories!! You’ve got a great sense of humour! keep ’em coming!
Flippin Hilarious Girl!! Yo…Eastside!!! You know this totally reminds me of conversations we have had! Loved it of course and look forward to more! You continue to amaze me T-Dogg!!! Miss u! T
omfg…soooooooo funny!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA , PMS!!!!!
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA , PMS!!!!!
Please continue, I still can’t stop laughing!!!
Please continue, I still can’t stop laughing!!!
Love it!!! HILARIOUS!!!
Love it!!! HILARIOUS!!!
Omg, Trism, you never cease to amaze me!! LOVED IT as always!! “Wherever a G-string becomes stuck…in an appropriately sized ass…my hands will be there to gently glide along oiled flesh…slapping as needed!” Hahaha, omg, I loved that line…May I quote you on that to put on my Myspace as quote of the year? I love you hon, please keep up the awesome job!!=D
Omg, Trism, you never cease to amaze me!! LOVED IT as always!! “Wherever a G-string becomes stuck…in an appropriately sized ass…my hands will be there to gently glide along oiled flesh…slapping as needed!” Hahaha, omg, I loved that line…May I quote you on that to put on my Myspace as quote of the year? I love you hon, please keep up the awesome job!!=D
lol
lol
Can I tell you how much I love your stories?…Well I guess I just did, but nevertheless…love ’em.
Can I tell you how much I love your stories?…Well I guess I just did, but nevertheless…love ’em.