One good thing to transpire from this break-up is that I’ve gotten myself into the best shape of my life. I’ve always been skinny but now I have muscle tone in all the right places.
I took up kickboxing to help release my pent up anger, and it’s been really therapeutic. Who knew kicking and punching things could make you feel so much better?
I even convinced Brooklyn to sign up and take a class with me, and she’s enjoying it too. It doesn’t hurt that her acting career has taken a turn for the better, as a result.
She’s managed to get great guest appearances as a “bad ass” chick and has even been approached about being a stunt double in a huge blockbuster that starts filming in a few weeks. She’s ecstatic.
Tonight is the annual Halloween party at Vertigo, and I agreed to go with Brooklyn. I’ve been feeling bad for making her go out on her own the past few weeks. She’s beyond thrilled that I’m actually getting out of the house and attempting to have some fun.
She decided on a slutty little red riding hood costume, and I pick out a sexy cop costume, complete with handcuffs.
She keeps telling me I need to find a guy tonight and fuck his brains out to help me get out my pent up sexual frustrations. I have to agree, it has been a long four weeks…that’s for sure.
Brooklyn is applying the last touches of her make-up in the bathroom when I walk in and slap her on the ass. She giggles and jumps a few inches, “Savannah! You almost made me poke my damn eye out.” She turns to look at me, pointing her eye liner in my face.
“Well, be grateful you didn’t.” I tease
“That cop outfit is smoking hot; are you going to test out your cuffs on a guy tonight?” She asks, winking at me before turning back to finish her makeup.
“That’s the plan. I am not bringing a guy back here though. I plan on taking him out to my car and having wild, no strings attached sex.”
I walk over and sit on the edge of the bathtub, watching Brooklyn work her magic. If she weren’t pursuing a career in acting, she would make an amazing makeup artist.
“Well, I’ll be sure not to come a knockin’ if the car is a rockin’.” She raises her eyebrow and lets out a little laugh. She’s applying her fire red lipstick before rubbing her lips together vigorously, and separating them with a loud POP.
“Finally, you take longer than I do with your makeup,” I taunt, pushing on her back and forcing her to walk out of the bathroom. “We have a party to attend, and while I’m all for being fashionably late, I do not want every guy to be taken or vomiting by the time we get there.”
“Stop being such a drama queen Savannah. You know; we nicknamed you well.” She teases, as we head out to my car.
It’s midnight by the time we arrive at Vertigo, and there’s a massive queue outside the door. A hefty amount of people glare at us as we use our VIP status to walk by them, and into the pounding club. The building is packed; there are more people here tonight than I’ve ever seen and navigating through the crowd is treacherous to say the least.
After what feels like an eternity, we finally make it to the bar; I order a Cherry Hooker, and it brings a grin to Brooklyn’s face. It’s made from cherry brandy and orange juice. It tastes like heaven in your mouth, but more importantly, it gets you drunk, fast…the perfect combination.
“I’ll get the same as her.” Brooklyn shouts over the bar.
“So, we’re being Cherry Hookers together tonight?” I ask seductively.
“Yes we are. We’re going to let loose, dance all night, get smashed and find us some men!” She screams at me through the music. We’re both going to be hoarse tomorrow.
We finish off our drinks and head to the dance floor, managing to dance on our own for about half an hour before a group of guys approach us and join in. I automatically focus on one who looks to be about our age, with short dark hair and broad shoulders.
He looks like he spent an awful lot of time in the gym and reminds me of an Abercrombie and Fitch model. He has that boy next door face, but his tattooed arms scream bad boy.
He’s a delicious contradiction.
He’s dressed as a rock-star and oh my, does he look sexy as hell under the rainbow of lights? He walks up behind me, rests his hands on my hips, and I begin swaying into him with the music.
His hands are slowly working their way down towards my thighs. I feel the heat radiating from him, and sweat begins to mist my body. He leans down and runs his tongue up the back of my neck, licking the saltiness away.
Damn that’s hot.
I throw my head back against his shoulder as he works his way up my neck, licking, kissing and sucking on it. Chills run up and down my entire body, and I wonder how it’s possible to be simultaneously burning hot, and covered in goose bumps.
He whispers in my ear that he wants to get away from the crowd, and with our fingers linked together, he leads me down the hallway and into the restroom corridor.
“You look so fucking hot in that cop outfit; it makes me want to be bad just so you’ll have an excuse to handcuff, and punish me.” He growls seductively into my ear, sending more chills down my spine and making the pulsing between my legs become unbearable.
“Oh, believe me, I would love to put these cuffs on you, but right now I have an even better idea,” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, and bite firmly, making him shoot a sharp breath out.
He presses me against the wall, ravishing my mouth. He runs his hand slowly up the back of my thigh, stopping when he reaches my ass.
“These fishnet stockings are killing me…I don’t even know your name.” He grips my ass firmly and moves his mouth down my neck while pressing against me until I feel his hard length against my stomach.
“Savannah, my name is Savannah,” I manage to breathe between moans; his tongue on my neck is making it hard to concentrate on anything.
“Well Savannah, I think it’s about time we got out of here before I rip your panties off right here, and fuck you against this wall.”
He spins me around, so I am facing the wall and slides his fingers up my thigh, this time working his hands under my skirt. He moves his hand over my clit through my damp underwear, before sliding his fingers under the lace fabric.
I lay my head back against his chest and let out a deep moan. The smell of his cologne, the sound of the music, and people everywhere is…intoxicating.
I’ve only had two Cherry Hookers, but it feels like I’ve had triple that. My head is spinning, and my body is beginning to tighten. I feel my climax building, and the danger of doing this in public is making it that much more exciting.
“I…don’t know your name,” I breathe, as I press myself deeper onto his enticing fingers, silently demanding he continue.
“Shayne.” Just hearing his deep rasp in my ear sends me over the edge, and an orgasm rocks through my body, causing my legs to buckle under me.
His arm wraps around my waist, holding me firmly against him. He quickly spins me to face him again, “You’re one hell of a girl Savannah. You ready to go and try out those handcuffs?” He flashes me a mesmerizing grin that makes my entire body flush again.
I return to the bar to find Brooklyn there with one of the men Shayne had come here with. I inform her we’re heading out to the parking garage, and will be back shortly to dance some more.
I’m still reeling from the public orgasm I just had; I’ve never done anything like that before, and it was exhilarating getting caught up in the moment. I was so turned on; I couldn’t hold back.
I hold Shayne’s hand as he leads me to his car; his eyes radiating desire. He rips off my panties in record time, and I help him unbutton his jeans, sliding them down to his knees. This was going to be quick, pleasurable sex.
Tonight I was having fun. I want to forget about Logan and all the women I’ve had to deal with over the last couple of weeks; Shayne is the perfect guy to help me jump this hurdle and move on.
I climb into the back seat, pull out my handcuffs and tell him to handcuff me t
o the handle above my head. He flashes a small smile and slides the cuffs through the handle, attaching them to my wrists.
Being restrained has always made the entire sexual experience more arousing to me. The idea of being completely vulnerable to another person, giving them the power to do to you as they please, is tantalizing. Just knowing you can’t do anything but lie there and take it is mind-blowing in itself.
Shayne definitely knows his way around a woman and gives me some of the best sex of my life. I come three times before he lets me return the favor. My wrists burn from the cuffs, but the sensation is overpowered by pleasure surging through my body.
For the first time in a month, I feel happy, free from the pain and lies. I’m ready to move on with my life, to focus on me and my happiness.
We clean up and head back inside the club. We dance for hours, and only after admitting I could no longer stand in my six inch stilettos, did Brooklyn finally agree it was time to head home.
I haven’t had a drink since the earlier cocktails, and I feel completely sober. I insist on driving us home; I hated the idea of leaving my prized possession in a parking garage overnight.
I bid goodbye to Shayne, thanking him for giving me a very memorable Halloween. I’m relieved I managed to find a guy who I felt nothing but sexual attraction for. There were no butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me; there was passion yes, but nothing more. I feel a hundred times better leaving the club than I did when we first arrived; Brooklyn was right; this is exactly what I needed.
“Lucky bitch; you got a piece tonight, and I leave empty handed.” Brooklyn says giving me puppy dog eyes and pursing her bottom lip at me.
“Hey, you get a piece of ass every other day! I haven’t had sex for over a month, and that was a, month too long, that’s for damn sure. Shayne rocked my world, and it was exactly what I needed. So thank you for convincing me to come out tonight.” I wrap my arm around her, pull her against my side and rest my head on her shoulder.
“Well, I’m just happy to see you smiling again, even if it has only been a few hours. Seeing you crying every day, keeping yourself locked up in our house, is heartbreaking. It makes me want to go and ram this stiletto heel repeatedly into Logan Sanders’ groin.” She has a dead serious look on her face.
The usually easy going, bubbly Brooklyn was gone, and the angry, resentful Brooklyn was rearing her ugly head. I’ve only seen this look a few times, and it never ends well…Ever.
“I’m done talking, thinking, or dwelling on Logan. The only way I can get past all this pain and sadness is to try to move on with my life and forget he ever existed. I want nothing more than to make him suffer, but wasting my energy trying to seek revenge on him, is useless. It will only hurt me more in the end; I don’t need to give the press another story to write about. I’m sick and tired of seeing the worst moment of my life all over the covers of numerous tabloids."
“All I know is karma better be a major bitch to Logan, because he sure as hell earned a karmic beat down…that’s for damn sure,” With that, Brooklyn drops the subject of Logan and we talk about my night. “I knew you were always a closet wild child, Savannah Livingston.” She giggles, as she examines the red marks on my wrists.
“I told you before, I like it kinky sometimes, and I had no idea public sex could be so overly stimulating. It felt like everything he did was magnified a hundred times. I don’t know if it was the danger of being caught, but it was exhilarating to say the least. I don’t think I’ll forget this Halloween for as long as I live.”
Chapter Eight
We finally stagger through our Hollywood hills home around four in the morning, tossing our heels on the floor and heading silently to our rooms. I crash hard and fast. Today has been physically and emotionally draining, but finally for the first time in a month, it’s in a good way.
No sooner than I fall asleep though that I’m bombarded with nightmares of Logan. He’s standing in the club watching me with Shayne, laughing and chastising me, telling me how I’m a slut just like him and gloating about how he’s ruined me for any other man. He tells me how they might please my body, but they’ll never be able to satisfy my heart.
When I wake in the early hours, I find my sheets drenched in sweat and have to strip my bed. I can’t escape him, and I suddenly feel sick about myself.
Was I a slut?
I’ve always judged girls who have sex with strangers. It grossed me out to think of sleeping with a guy who I knew nothing about; anything could happen. Now I seem to have succumbed to acting just like them. Imagine if I’d picked the wrong guy.
I take a shower to wash the stale sweat and the stagnant smell of Shayne from my body; it feels like I bathed in his cologne.
Just a few hours ago I’d felt like tonight was amazing. I thought I was finally taking down some of those emotional barriers I put up after Logan, yet now I’m regretting it all. My head is swimming with conflict, and I curse Logan for being able to ruin my night after everything that’s happened.
I shower quickly and make my bed with new sheets. It’s already getting light outside, but I fall back asleep within minutes. My mind is still ablaze with thought of Logan, Cara and Shayne.
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The weekend passes quickly; although, lately it seems every day is one big blur. Brooklyn stays in the rest of the weekend, veg’ing out with me and watching shows we had on the DVR. With both of us working all week, it’s hard to find time to sit down and watch anything.
We were in the middle of making lunch on Sunday when Brooklyn’s phone rang: it was her agent. In seconds, she is screaming across the kitchen and jumping around with excitement.
“Oh, my gosh, that is amazing! Yes, I'm so excited! I’ll be there bright and early Monday morning…thanks, bye.”
Brooklyn puts her cell phone on the kitchen counter and immediately starts screaming again, enthusiastically bouncing her way over to me. I get so wrapped up in her excitement that I start screaming and jumping around with her.
“Wait! Why are we jumping and screaming?” I can’t help but laugh at how silly we’re being. I have no idea what is going on right now, but her excitement is contagious.
“The most amazing thing ever just happened,” she cries, as she grips my shoulders and shakes me vigorously. “I went and auditioned last week for a small role on Criminal Minds; it’s only one episode. I’m going to be a kidnap victim who will be rescued by Shemar Moore and the other cast members!”
Her face flushes a deep red, and she starts bouncing on her toes giggling, “Shemar-freakin-Moore, Savannah! That smoking hot man is going to be like five feet away from me! I swear to God; I just died and went to Heaven.”
“Oh. My. God! Are you serious? That’s amazing! Your parents are going to be so excited. After all this time of struggling things are finally looking up. I swear I would risk incarceration for the chance to touch Shemar Moore. When he says, “Baby girl” he makes me tingle all over.” I can’t believe this; Brooklyn is going to get to work on the same set as Shemar Moore.
That’s like dying and walking straight into Heaven.
Brooklyn instantly has to tweet it, post it on Facebook and text everyone in her address book, obviously. I think she would have been happy just getting a job as a corpse on the show, let alone actually getting an acting gig for the episode. Tons of stars started out like this; small guest roles on soap operas and primetime shows and before you know it, you’re one of Hollywood’s ‘A List’ actresses. Luckily for her, filming starts tomorrow. In a few weeks, she’s flying to Vancouver for her stunt double gig.
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Monday comes quickly and goes just as fast. Brooklyn is up at five to head to the CBS studios ready to shoot Criminal Minds.
I have loads of time before I start work at eight, so I decide to go for a quick run. It’s incredibly therapeutic. I’m able to clear everything out of my mind and just relax; I focus on my breathing and the scenery around me. It beats the treadmill any day.
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veryone is already hard at work when I arrive; they’re busy putting the finishing touches to the January issue. Eloise is ahead of schedule, swearing she couldn’t have done it without my multitasking skills. I was able to help her organize the entire issue, so it’s basically ready to send to the publisher, only minor adjustments are needed this week.
Right after Thanksgiving, we’re all flying into Houston to stay at The Knox Hotel. One of the many Kayden and his father own worldwide. They’re on the Top 10 Best Hotels List for the Travel Channel and are certainly impressive.
He’s throwing a party at his night club to celebrate making number one on our list and being on the magazine cover. He’s been generous enough to book us all suites for the entire weekend.
It’s perfect timing to get away because I've been feeling so trapped here in Los Angeles; everywhere I go reminds me of Logan. My parents own a beach house in Galveston, just outside of Houston, on the Gulf of Mexico. I’m considering taking a few extra days off, and staying there for a week to get away from Los Angeles for a little while longer.
Brooklyn would be in Vancouver working, so instead of lying around my house in Los Angeles all alone, I can spend the week laying on the beach in Galveston and exploring Houston.
The Most Influential Men of 2012 Issue of Envy turns out amazingly. Eloise is thrilled, and all the blogs and news shows are buzzing about the issue.
Everyone has had their own predictions for who they think will get the title, and there have been some great guesses. It seems lots of people agree that Kayden Knox should be our number one.
When I watched E! News last night they were discussing the issue and the men who have graced the cover as number one over the last few years.
It’s the most incredible feeling in the world to know you work for such a fascinating and well respected magazine. To know I got to work so closely with Eloise Spaulding-Fisher, for the biggest issue of the year, is like winning the lottery.
Today, Eloise filmed interviews with Entertainment Tonight, Extra and E! News, announcing Kayden Knox as our number one man and releasing the cover for January’s issue that comes out December first. It’s perfect timing because we’re leaving tonight for the party he’s hosting tomorrow at his club.
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