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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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15
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Party time part 3.
Ok guys this is the first chapter I'm going to have to put a disclaimer on. I do not own the song Crazy. Sorry I can't remember who wrote it. If someone could tell me that would be great. So here's the next chappy. I hope you enjoy it.
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“Kelly?”
Her smile, the sway of her hips, and the air of confidence, these are all the same as in my dream. Even her voice is the same. True her eyes are different and so are a few other things but dreams aren’t the same as reality.
“Kelly?!”
She knows. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knows. She has seen my dreams, felt them. She knew me even though we had never actually met before. Could this be the woman Tom was talking about? It had to be her. She was the only person tonight that I didn’t know before coming here.
“KELLY!”
I have to find more out about her. Where is she from? How is this happening? These are just a couple of the answers that I want to find out. Maybe if I ask Tom he can get me the address to her dojo. If I could just talk to her a while maybe I can answer the questions burning within me.
“Alright, that’s it. No more Mr. Nice Guy.”
*SPLASH*
“RUDDY HELL THAT’S FUCKING COLD!!!!!!!”
I sputter as I try to shake off the cold water and ice. Looking down I realize that I am no longer confined by the tape. “I had to wake you up some how. Penny for your thoughts love?” I glare at Tom who is holding the ice bucket that held a bottle of wine for the night. “I have just one thought.” I hold up my right fist slightly. “You pull something like that again and I will force feed you your tail, and not in a good way.” I shiver as I move to get off the chair.
“Hey Kelly, it’s a bit nipply. We breast go in.” Quickly I cross my arms over my chest turning my head to the side blushing lightly. “Shut up Kris.” Since I was shaking so much I didn’t realize that Brad had come up behind me. I jump slightly as I feel something being draped over my shoulders.
“Little jumpy tonight aren’t we Kelly? Here this will help with the cold.”
“Thanks Brad. I guess this means I win the wet T-shirt contest eh?”
“Heh. Girl you’d blow everyone out of the water except for Mich over there.”
“Hahaha yea she would win that one hands down wouldn’t she.”
I smirk slightly as I see Mich’s cheeks turning a light shade of red at our comments. “I’m sure Aidan agrees with me. Don’t you Aidan?” With that Aidan gives me the thumbs up while Mich gets redder and smacks him in the arm. I shake my head with a grin as I use the towel to dry myself off the best I can. Thankfully Leather lets water roll right off of it otherwise I would look like I pissed myself. Once I dried myself off I handed the towel back to Brad with a nod.
Tom puts his hand on my shoulder drawing my attention to him. “Well Kelly, since Suren is done with her little display I think it’s time that you show us what you can do.” My eyebrow arches as I look at him questioningly. “I am not going to perform massages here in a restaurant.” This comment got chuckles around the room. “No love. That’s not what I meant. Take a look over to the right side of the DJ booth.” My eyes scan to where Tom suggested looking. There on a stand sat a small TV with two slots holding microphones beside it. “I was thinking you could give us the pleasure of hearing that voice of yours.”
“I don’t know Tom. I’m not really familiar with a lot of the songs you know.”
“That’s alright. You can wing it. Besides, I already picked out the song for you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on Kelly.”
“Yea we want to hear it.”
“Come on babe. Unless you’re chicken.”
“Hey I may be a lot of things, but chicken isn’t one of them.” With that I stride over to the stage and angrily grab out a microphone. With a curt nod to the DJ the music begins to pipe through the speakers. I smile when I realize what song Tom had picked out for me.
Crazy,
I’m crazy for feeling so lonely.
And I’m crazy,
Crazy for feeling so blue.
I know,
you’d love me,
as long as you wanted.
I’m crazy for crying,
and I’m crazy for trying,
and I’m crazy,
for loving,
You.
I open my eyes as I hear cheers and whistles coming from the group as I finish my song. I had sung this song many times before I moved to London. It happened to be one of my favorites to sing and my voice seemed to fit it perfectly. With a slight bow of my head I put the microphone back in its place and stepped down so the next person could come up and have their turn.
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“Kelly?”
Her smile, the sway of her hips, and the air of confidence, these are all the same as in my dream. Even her voice is the same. True her eyes are different and so are a few other things but dreams aren’t the same as reality.
“Kelly?!”
She knows. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knows. She has seen my dreams, felt them. She knew me even though we had never actually met before. Could this be the woman Tom was talking about? It had to be her. She was the only person tonight that I didn’t know before coming here.
“KELLY!”
I have to find more out about her. Where is she from? How is this happening? These are just a couple of the answers that I want to find out. Maybe if I ask Tom he can get me the address to her dojo. If I could just talk to her a while maybe I can answer the questions burning within me.
“Alright, that’s it. No more Mr. Nice Guy.”
*SPLASH*
“RUDDY HELL THAT’S FUCKING COLD!!!!!!!”
I sputter as I try to shake off the cold water and ice. Looking down I realize that I am no longer confined by the tape. “I had to wake you up some how. Penny for your thoughts love?” I glare at Tom who is holding the ice bucket that held a bottle of wine for the night. “I have just one thought.” I hold up my right fist slightly. “You pull something like that again and I will force feed you your tail, and not in a good way.” I shiver as I move to get off the chair.
“Hey Kelly, it’s a bit nipply. We breast go in.” Quickly I cross my arms over my chest turning my head to the side blushing lightly. “Shut up Kris.” Since I was shaking so much I didn’t realize that Brad had come up behind me. I jump slightly as I feel something being draped over my shoulders.
“Little jumpy tonight aren’t we Kelly? Here this will help with the cold.”
“Thanks Brad. I guess this means I win the wet T-shirt contest eh?”
“Heh. Girl you’d blow everyone out of the water except for Mich over there.”
“Hahaha yea she would win that one hands down wouldn’t she.”
I smirk slightly as I see Mich’s cheeks turning a light shade of red at our comments. “I’m sure Aidan agrees with me. Don’t you Aidan?” With that Aidan gives me the thumbs up while Mich gets redder and smacks him in the arm. I shake my head with a grin as I use the towel to dry myself off the best I can. Thankfully Leather lets water roll right off of it otherwise I would look like I pissed myself. Once I dried myself off I handed the towel back to Brad with a nod.
Tom puts his hand on my shoulder drawing my attention to him. “Well Kelly, since Suren is done with her little display I think it’s time that you show us what you can do.” My eyebrow arches as I look at him questioningly. “I am not going to perform massages here in a restaurant.” This comment got chuckles around the room. “No love. That’s not what I meant. Take a look over to the right side of the DJ booth.” My eyes scan to where Tom suggested looking. There on a stand sat a small TV with two slots holding microphones beside it. “I was thinking you could give us the pleasure of hearing that voice of yours.”
“I don’t know Tom. I’m not really familiar with a lot of the songs you know.”
“That’s alright. You can wing it. Besides, I already picked out the song for you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on Kelly.”
“Yea we want to hear it.”
“Come on babe. Unless you’re chicken.”
“Hey I may be a lot of things, but chicken isn’t one of them.” With that I stride over to the stage and angrily grab out a microphone. With a curt nod to the DJ the music begins to pipe through the speakers. I smile when I realize what song Tom had picked out for me.
Crazy,
I’m crazy for feeling so lonely.
And I’m crazy,
Crazy for feeling so blue.
I know,
you’d love me,
as long as you wanted.
I’m crazy for crying,
and I’m crazy for trying,
and I’m crazy,
for loving,
You.
I open my eyes as I hear cheers and whistles coming from the group as I finish my song. I had sung this song many times before I moved to London. It happened to be one of my favorites to sing and my voice seemed to fit it perfectly. With a slight bow of my head I put the microphone back in its place and stepped down so the next person could come up and have their turn.