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With her fitness wear on, tailored for a specific activity, Meg requested the pole dance studio at INITIATE for an hour so she could practice (though usually dancers are only permitted entrance during open hours). Because of her new connection, she was granted private time without an instructor. Holding tightly on the pole, she pushed her shoulder blades down to her back pocket and started climbing it. They’d been here ten minutes and so far she focused on warming up, doing floor work, and getting in the zone.
If there was one good quality about her, it was definitely her body. She wanted to impress her teacher for her next class, so practice, practice, practice. Not one to waste any of her free time, time was money, she invited her pretend boyfriend to participate, or watch, while they discussed rules for when she transfers into his elitist school and their three week dating period starts. Most people never looked beyond what she presented on the surface which was pure sex and she was okay with that. Who cares about the actual person! If people knew her, they’d probably not like her anyways. Honestly, there was less of a chance to get hurt if she filtered information.
Something about the expressions in her face, releasing teasing pleasure, and the control she had when she directed her body one way or another — pirouetted, dip turned, back spun — there was no doubt that Meg knew her body better than anyone else. As she did an aerial invert, which was her upside down with her legs wide open going around the pole in circles, she started their conversation, “First off, I’m not calling you baby. If you want a pet name, it isn’t going to be that one. Secondly, I don’t mind PDA but if you touch my ass in the hall, I will cut your balls off. You want me to be your girlfriend? Respect me because once you treat me one way or another, other people will get ideas and I will literally kill them if they get handsy.” Twirling her body upright once more, she continued to slowly spin around the pole and think about the next position she wanted to do. Well as she was waiting, she might as well do the elbow grip, “I’m yours, no one else’s.”
This was Owen’s ‘great idea?’ Sure, Sebastian had like, not that much time to think of a plan, but he was pretty sure he could have come up with something better than this. She seemed like a… very passionate person. He watched her spin around the pole in front of him.
A very passionate person with a whole lot of ass.
Sebastian didn’t even think they really got along! She had so many rules, and he had to keep thinking of them. He wasn’t allowed to be called baby, or to touch her butt (in public)? Then what was the point of the whole operation! He was just sitting there on the floor, listening to her rattle off rules he thought were bullshit, and watching her spin around on a pole. A pole he’d worked on getting her, for the record! Sebastian had to make a few calls, but she’d wanted this and he’d gotten it for her… he’d even wasted (if you asked him) a few favors to get this far.
“So, since I can’t touch your ass in public, and I probably can’t touch your ass in private… is there just no ass touching?” Start with the important stuff, Baby Bash. You got this.
Well, at least he was honest with his priorities. Her next move was an aerial bracket grip air walk and she sassily rolled her eyes, “I never said you couldn’t touch me in private. I just don’t want you to mix business with play. And… you’re saying people at your rich-bitch-school hang all over each other and don’t care about how that affects their rep?” She had her biased opinions because she never did walk in the halls of Beverly Hills High. She couldn’t fathom they were ratchet like her school.
“I dunno, I’ve never been there. I’m transferring in, remember? But, from what Owen has told me… Yeah, that’s kind of what it’s like? The weird thing though, most of the actual couples there, have been together for at least a year or two. Then there’s the thirst traps, the sluts and stuff? They touch each other a lot.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t really his place to say one way or the other. Besides, the important thing she’d said was the bit about mixing business and play. “What were you saying about play?”
Leaning back, her hands no longer holding onto the pole, just her legs, as she continued to dance around it, Meg raised an eyebrow, “A better question should be: how experienced are you? If we want to make people believe I’ve been your girlfriend for however long you’ve talked about having one, that’s something we should get some practice in. Don’t you think?” People would know in a heartbeat if they don’t have chemistry, plus he was handsome. She could fuck him. It wasn’t like she’d get attached or anything.
The truth was, Sebastian wasn’t very experienced at all. In fact, he was a virgin. She didn’t need to know that, though, did she? The truth was a fickle thing, and if Sebastian knew one thing, it was that he was good at stretching the truth. He knew enough about sex, from talking to the others about it, to doing stuff over the internet… he had a feel for what he needed to do. He could handle it if it came to that.
Plus, she did have a point — he’d even thought about it — if they had no chemistry, then everyone on the fucking planet was going to know he was bullshitting. At least Owen and Trixie would keep it a secret (they would, right?), but Sebastian had to introduce her to his family… it would be best if they could make it seem real. That much was for sure.
“I’ve been lying about having a girlfriend for like, three years.” Oof. Felt good to get that off his chest, even if this was the world’s most expensive therapy session.
With this information, Meg found herself easing herself back to the ground and letting go of the pole. She looked at him, confused on why someone would go that far to lie about having a relationship, especially a Lyon. Making her way to him, she bent over and reached for her water, which was right beside him. After taking a swig, light sweat glistening from her chest and stomach, she asked, “Why didn’t you just get a girlfriend?”
“Because it’s not that easy. I am — or I was, anyway, until my mom and dad decided to transfer me in — homeschooled. My only friends, if you can call them that, are just friends because I pay for everything for them. I don’t really have friends.” Sebastian explained, watching as she drank from the water. A lot of people didn’t get it, and that was okay, because his position was unique. He was a rich teen, with friends that were definitely using him for clout, and absolutely no substantial relationships to show for it. “There’s a lot of pressure that comes with being a Lyon, you know! Especially being named after the head of the family… The name means a lot, okay? It does. You wouldn’t think it does, but it does. There’s expectations. I’m supposed to have like six girlfriends, but I couldn’t get one because I couldn’t trust the people that I threw money at to hang out with me. So, I just lied and said I met someone, she goes to a school a few hours up North, and went through a lot of effort to make it work. Now, my bluff’s been called… and I’m throwing money at someone to make it work.” Sebastian smirked and winked at Meg.
Although her face didn’t express her thoughts, her mind was shocked out how one question led to such an emotional answer with a lot of backstory. This boy could talk and she wasn’t really used to having such an intimate conversation. Her reaction was delayed, but eventually she sat next to him, placed her water down, trying to think of a proper response, but naturally, her instincts took over and she turned toward him, leaned close, and told him to: “Kiss me.”
Well, how about that? Sebastian was nothing if not good at speaking, and he’d talked his way into a kiss if nothing else. Without too much pressure, thought, or really… idea of what she meant by ‘kiss me,’ Sebastian leaned in and gave her a quick smooch on the lips. “Thanks. It helps to talk, you know. Vent.”
“Oh fucking hell, Sebastian. Do I have to do everything?” Pulling his head back toward her, pushing her body against his chest, she feverishly pressed her lips against his and went even as far as to slip her tongue into his mouth. This was their chance to see if they had spark. She was happy he could vent, even if she didn’t necessarily know what to say, but now her mind was focused on making out and showing him how her body moved. Climbing on top of him, she ran her right hand through his hair and took in his scent.
Shit. He hadn’t really expected that. He hadn’t expected to get a kiss, let alone get her tongue shoved in his mouth. He needed to do the spiel thing more often, apparently; he knew it was successful, but he didn’t expect it to work this good. All he needed to do, really, was vent about his problems, but what he was getting instead… between Meg straddling his lap, and his hands reaching behind to grope at her… hey, he wasn’t complaining. Fake it until you make it, right?
Her lips smiled against his as she felt him explore her body. To her this signalled his permission to feel each of his crevasses and actually take in his Lyon physique. As she stared into his eyes, she felt something different with the way he looked at her. She couldn’t explain it but no one looked at her like that. Although they were letting curiosity and passion drive them, he carefully watched her with a tender gaze and this caused her to close her eyes, as her breathing went up a notch.
Maybe she had a point, maybe he should have gotten a girlfriend before. Sebastian hadn’t had sex, sure, but he wasn’t kissless. He’d just never kissed a girlfriend before, fake or otherwise… and it turned out it was pretty fantastic. He wasn’t going to get to do this for very long, so Sebastian let her hands feel him up, and let her grind against him a little… before he pulled away from her. With labored, fast paced breathing, Sebastian stared into her eyes, and the same little smirk from before crossed his lips.
“Well, I feel better…”
“Good…” She said breathlessly, while finding herself looking away from him. Clearing her throat, she got off him and as if she needed her attention on something else, she reached for her water just to hold the bottle, “You’re not bad.” She admitted, as her heart rate tried to slow down and she focused her mind on the job not the kiss. “We’ll be fine. Fake dating, I mean.”
“I mean, we’ve been at this for three years,” Sebastian chose to take in stride the fact that she hopped off of his lap so aggressively after they finished. Running a hand through his short hair, he nodded his agreement. “Yeah, I think we’ll be okay too.” At least he didn’t have anything to worry about… Unless someone saw through their lies, but what were the chances of that?
Her phone started to ring which reminded her of an important person that could blow everything simply knowing she had commitment issues. “We might need to convince someone to go to your new school or tell them our plan. My sister knows me better than I’d like to admit.” She reached for her phone, only to silence it. “I’ll call her back later.”
A sister huh? Yeah, that could come later. For now, Sebastian had more important things to worry about. More important things to worry about, like… “We should make out more before you shower and change.” Simple man. Simple needs.
Oh? He wasn’t over kissing her yet? When he pulled away for air that gave her enough time to digest the electricity coursing through her body. She had only assumed they were finished. This nervousness was unlike her and she would not let it show. She was the embodiment of vanity and pride. No boy could turn the tables on her and make all that inflate in a second. Not even Sebastian Lyon. With a sly grin, Meg innocently batted her eyes, as she placed her water back down. “Well come here and show me what you can do.”
If there was one good quality about her, it was definitely her body. She wanted to impress her teacher for her next class, so practice, practice, practice. Not one to waste any of her free time, time was money, she invited her pretend boyfriend to participate, or watch, while they discussed rules for when she transfers into his elitist school and their three week dating period starts. Most people never looked beyond what she presented on the surface which was pure sex and she was okay with that. Who cares about the actual person! If people knew her, they’d probably not like her anyways. Honestly, there was less of a chance to get hurt if she filtered information.
Something about the expressions in her face, releasing teasing pleasure, and the control she had when she directed her body one way or another — pirouetted, dip turned, back spun — there was no doubt that Meg knew her body better than anyone else. As she did an aerial invert, which was her upside down with her legs wide open going around the pole in circles, she started their conversation, “First off, I’m not calling you baby. If you want a pet name, it isn’t going to be that one. Secondly, I don’t mind PDA but if you touch my ass in the hall, I will cut your balls off. You want me to be your girlfriend? Respect me because once you treat me one way or another, other people will get ideas and I will literally kill them if they get handsy.” Twirling her body upright once more, she continued to slowly spin around the pole and think about the next position she wanted to do. Well as she was waiting, she might as well do the elbow grip, “I’m yours, no one else’s.”
This was Owen’s ‘great idea?’ Sure, Sebastian had like, not that much time to think of a plan, but he was pretty sure he could have come up with something better than this. She seemed like a… very passionate person. He watched her spin around the pole in front of him.
A very passionate person with a whole lot of ass.
Sebastian didn’t even think they really got along! She had so many rules, and he had to keep thinking of them. He wasn’t allowed to be called baby, or to touch her butt (in public)? Then what was the point of the whole operation! He was just sitting there on the floor, listening to her rattle off rules he thought were bullshit, and watching her spin around on a pole. A pole he’d worked on getting her, for the record! Sebastian had to make a few calls, but she’d wanted this and he’d gotten it for her… he’d even wasted (if you asked him) a few favors to get this far.
“So, since I can’t touch your ass in public, and I probably can’t touch your ass in private… is there just no ass touching?” Start with the important stuff, Baby Bash. You got this.
Well, at least he was honest with his priorities. Her next move was an aerial bracket grip air walk and she sassily rolled her eyes, “I never said you couldn’t touch me in private. I just don’t want you to mix business with play. And… you’re saying people at your rich-bitch-school hang all over each other and don’t care about how that affects their rep?” She had her biased opinions because she never did walk in the halls of Beverly Hills High. She couldn’t fathom they were ratchet like her school.
“I dunno, I’ve never been there. I’m transferring in, remember? But, from what Owen has told me… Yeah, that’s kind of what it’s like? The weird thing though, most of the actual couples there, have been together for at least a year or two. Then there’s the thirst traps, the sluts and stuff? They touch each other a lot.” Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t really his place to say one way or the other. Besides, the important thing she’d said was the bit about mixing business and play. “What were you saying about play?”
Leaning back, her hands no longer holding onto the pole, just her legs, as she continued to dance around it, Meg raised an eyebrow, “A better question should be: how experienced are you? If we want to make people believe I’ve been your girlfriend for however long you’ve talked about having one, that’s something we should get some practice in. Don’t you think?” People would know in a heartbeat if they don’t have chemistry, plus he was handsome. She could fuck him. It wasn’t like she’d get attached or anything.
The truth was, Sebastian wasn’t very experienced at all. In fact, he was a virgin. She didn’t need to know that, though, did she? The truth was a fickle thing, and if Sebastian knew one thing, it was that he was good at stretching the truth. He knew enough about sex, from talking to the others about it, to doing stuff over the internet… he had a feel for what he needed to do. He could handle it if it came to that.
Plus, she did have a point — he’d even thought about it — if they had no chemistry, then everyone on the fucking planet was going to know he was bullshitting. At least Owen and Trixie would keep it a secret (they would, right?), but Sebastian had to introduce her to his family… it would be best if they could make it seem real. That much was for sure.
“I’ve been lying about having a girlfriend for like, three years.” Oof. Felt good to get that off his chest, even if this was the world’s most expensive therapy session.
With this information, Meg found herself easing herself back to the ground and letting go of the pole. She looked at him, confused on why someone would go that far to lie about having a relationship, especially a Lyon. Making her way to him, she bent over and reached for her water, which was right beside him. After taking a swig, light sweat glistening from her chest and stomach, she asked, “Why didn’t you just get a girlfriend?”
“Because it’s not that easy. I am — or I was, anyway, until my mom and dad decided to transfer me in — homeschooled. My only friends, if you can call them that, are just friends because I pay for everything for them. I don’t really have friends.” Sebastian explained, watching as she drank from the water. A lot of people didn’t get it, and that was okay, because his position was unique. He was a rich teen, with friends that were definitely using him for clout, and absolutely no substantial relationships to show for it. “There’s a lot of pressure that comes with being a Lyon, you know! Especially being named after the head of the family… The name means a lot, okay? It does. You wouldn’t think it does, but it does. There’s expectations. I’m supposed to have like six girlfriends, but I couldn’t get one because I couldn’t trust the people that I threw money at to hang out with me. So, I just lied and said I met someone, she goes to a school a few hours up North, and went through a lot of effort to make it work. Now, my bluff’s been called… and I’m throwing money at someone to make it work.” Sebastian smirked and winked at Meg.
Although her face didn’t express her thoughts, her mind was shocked out how one question led to such an emotional answer with a lot of backstory. This boy could talk and she wasn’t really used to having such an intimate conversation. Her reaction was delayed, but eventually she sat next to him, placed her water down, trying to think of a proper response, but naturally, her instincts took over and she turned toward him, leaned close, and told him to: “Kiss me.”
Well, how about that? Sebastian was nothing if not good at speaking, and he’d talked his way into a kiss if nothing else. Without too much pressure, thought, or really… idea of what she meant by ‘kiss me,’ Sebastian leaned in and gave her a quick smooch on the lips. “Thanks. It helps to talk, you know. Vent.”
“Oh fucking hell, Sebastian. Do I have to do everything?” Pulling his head back toward her, pushing her body against his chest, she feverishly pressed her lips against his and went even as far as to slip her tongue into his mouth. This was their chance to see if they had spark. She was happy he could vent, even if she didn’t necessarily know what to say, but now her mind was focused on making out and showing him how her body moved. Climbing on top of him, she ran her right hand through his hair and took in his scent.
Shit. He hadn’t really expected that. He hadn’t expected to get a kiss, let alone get her tongue shoved in his mouth. He needed to do the spiel thing more often, apparently; he knew it was successful, but he didn’t expect it to work this good. All he needed to do, really, was vent about his problems, but what he was getting instead… between Meg straddling his lap, and his hands reaching behind to grope at her… hey, he wasn’t complaining. Fake it until you make it, right?
Her lips smiled against his as she felt him explore her body. To her this signalled his permission to feel each of his crevasses and actually take in his Lyon physique. As she stared into his eyes, she felt something different with the way he looked at her. She couldn’t explain it but no one looked at her like that. Although they were letting curiosity and passion drive them, he carefully watched her with a tender gaze and this caused her to close her eyes, as her breathing went up a notch.
Maybe she had a point, maybe he should have gotten a girlfriend before. Sebastian hadn’t had sex, sure, but he wasn’t kissless. He’d just never kissed a girlfriend before, fake or otherwise… and it turned out it was pretty fantastic. He wasn’t going to get to do this for very long, so Sebastian let her hands feel him up, and let her grind against him a little… before he pulled away from her. With labored, fast paced breathing, Sebastian stared into her eyes, and the same little smirk from before crossed his lips.
“Well, I feel better…”
“Good…” She said breathlessly, while finding herself looking away from him. Clearing her throat, she got off him and as if she needed her attention on something else, she reached for her water just to hold the bottle, “You’re not bad.” She admitted, as her heart rate tried to slow down and she focused her mind on the job not the kiss. “We’ll be fine. Fake dating, I mean.”
“I mean, we’ve been at this for three years,” Sebastian chose to take in stride the fact that she hopped off of his lap so aggressively after they finished. Running a hand through his short hair, he nodded his agreement. “Yeah, I think we’ll be okay too.” At least he didn’t have anything to worry about… Unless someone saw through their lies, but what were the chances of that?
Her phone started to ring which reminded her of an important person that could blow everything simply knowing she had commitment issues. “We might need to convince someone to go to your new school or tell them our plan. My sister knows me better than I’d like to admit.” She reached for her phone, only to silence it. “I’ll call her back later.”
A sister huh? Yeah, that could come later. For now, Sebastian had more important things to worry about. More important things to worry about, like… “We should make out more before you shower and change.” Simple man. Simple needs.
Oh? He wasn’t over kissing her yet? When he pulled away for air that gave her enough time to digest the electricity coursing through her body. She had only assumed they were finished. This nervousness was unlike her and she would not let it show. She was the embodiment of vanity and pride. No boy could turn the tables on her and make all that inflate in a second. Not even Sebastian Lyon. With a sly grin, Meg innocently batted her eyes, as she placed her water back down. “Well come here and show me what you can do.”
