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secretaryunpaid · 3 years

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A Lover’s Fetish...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati? ”

(Pardon me, but have we met before?)

Word Count: 3,700 approx.

TNA FANFIC (Becoming Mrs. Dalton AU)

RATING: XXX EXPLICIT

Triggers: Abuse of alcohol and prescription/street drugs, depression, mental conflict, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Multi-partnering, Cosplay, Sex, Explicit music, GIFs

A/N: I want to give a special thank you to @aussieez (for always being my sounding board) and @shewillreadyou for reading my drafts as this dark abyss of a mind pulled this together.

I almost gave up on Tumblr altogether, but remembered the beautiful people that I have had the privilege of meeting on here, and selfishly didn’t want to give that up.

This lonely day for Lovers Lost has Sam reliving his memories of his life... the happiest of times... the worst of times... needing to find the answers to how his life changed so drastically. Everything surrounding him brings Alina to his mind with no escape.

He tries to reach out to her to see if she can provide the answers, but as per usual, her voicemail picks up on each call and texts are read, but no reply ever comes. He makes one last attempt before realizing that she is set on her path, and nothing he feels will influence her otherwise. He drains the last of the bourbon from the bottle, throwing yet another handful of sleeping pills in his mouth before the last few drops follow. He lays on his California King, tears flowing, drifting deeper into his memories of their wedding day.

Alina is running along the sandy beach, her beautiful dark hair flowing in the wind, looking back over her shoulder to judge his closeness as he gives chase… the most angelic yet sinful smile spread upon her face… Her laughter rippling back to him, as if in real time, “If you catch me, you can have your way with me right here! … Haha Haha Haha… “ the echo of her voice lulling him into a pleasant snooze.

He reaches for her, touching her shoulder. She turns in a frantic state, yelling, “How could you, Sam???” The question reverberates in his mind, fading in the distance, sound transitioning into a blinding light hindering his view… then silence statically turning into horns blaring in a deafening tone in the mix of screeching brakes… him crying out for her…

Jolted awake, sweaty, panting, heart visibly beating in his chest, wanting to find an escape from all thoughts and dreams, he goes to his home office once finding it to be his place of solitude. As he enters, the sensors turning on the self adjusting lights as if assisting him to focus, he moves to the bar. After pouring the only comfort found in his penthouse that no longer feels like home, he stands in the expansive window, watching life move on as he remains stagnant … his only progression is the impending stupor that has come to fill his nights.

Unable to find solace, wanting to escape this cycle of falling apart, reaching out, rejection, self torment, only to begin again repeatedly, he leaves home with no destination, driving mindlessly through the city although he is in no shape to … but at this point, he’s forgotten how to care...

`````````Black Swan Lane ````````````

Dahlia’s plan for this dreaded Valentine’s Day was to drown out the world in the XXX Members Only club. She was really feeling out of sorts. Her heart was calling out for Sam, but her mind was only plotting out the next thing to crush him further with.

Her core throbbed with an ache that she wanted only him to soothe, but she knew that she wouldn’t be fully satisfied even then. She thought that if she started her evening here, by the time she happened upon him, she would have partially satisfied her lust craze.

She remembered the heat rush that flared throughout her on the last time she was here. She had seen her. This beautiful creature wearing a white swan costume... She sat in the viewing room, after having followed her discreetly the entire evening, watching her please another... her center pooling at the sensual way she caressed her lover... the way she held them... the way she… tasted them...

She would look for her on this night. This was the attention that she craved. Although Sam was a master at providing these feelings and more, she was becoming overly attached to him. She needed a disconnect, but someone to give her all of the things she was desiring of Sam at this moment.

The physical torment of needing to feel someone in this manner had always led Dahlia to decisions that would later leave her, contrasting, feeling worthless and desperately desired at the same time. It was an unexplainable addiction that took control of her, forcing her into actions that would leave her horribly conflicted every time.

There she was... but she had changed from the angelic and peaceful costume that identified her, into a more sinful blue black color that drew Dahlia’s curiosity immediately. Was she feeling sinful tonight? Would this be her opportunity to quench this fleshly curiosity that had plagued her for months now? She has to... whatever it calls for tonight... she just has to.

She gives the appearance of being in a completely drug induced euphoria, dancing so entrancingly to the concerto music wafting through the gardens. It seemed that this beautiful desired isolation before her escapade of total sexual indulgence began.

She could be found here before joining the others ... reliving the emotional craze to the room’s theme. Based upon the costume choice, she would be following the theme of Black Swan Lane.

This lane was for tormented lovers. It would start in an open auditorium with multiple characters from this dramatic play. You were welcome to act out scenes on stage, or simply satisfy your sexual hunger openly before the others of the room... reclining chairs or chaise lounges or benches at the ready... or even on the softly carpeted floor of velvet.

Dahlia stood in the shadows, watching her exquisite ballerina movements... her eyes slowly drinking every inch of her features. As she spun in the most fantastic pirouette, the wind slowly carried the scent of her Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel Eau de Parfum.

The familiarity of the fragrance brought an immediate recognition of who she was, peaking Dahlia’s curiosity to a whole new level. She was most definitely going to experience her tonight. She must, there is no way she would let this opportunity escape her.

As she leaves the stage, Dahlia follows her from a distance, a determination building within her beyond control. She enters the powder room, Dahlia entering a few moments after.

She could not get the image of the pained look on the black swan’s face during her exhilarating performance out of her head. She had completely captured Dahlia’s attention, somehow feeling that they were kindred souls.

Her dark hair falling forward covering her rouge cheeks, hid her from the view Dahlia was seeking.

She donned the Black Swan mask over her thick lashes... their length such that they seemed to offer a wave of hello with each bat of her eye.

The curves of her blue black ballerina styled dress were luring Dahlia in... her curiosity peaking in the worst way. The feathered tutu allowed a delicious view of her supple ass cheeks as she bent over to fix her strappy ballet shoe. The gentle bend and touch of her straps caused a fever to rise in Dahlia as she found herself deeply attracted to her.

Stretching too far, she begins to fall forward, nearly into the porcelain sink before her, but gains her balance against it letting out a curse. The lilt of her frustrated groan somehow causes the fever spreading through Dahlia’s core to ignite into a fire that was consuming her.

“She’s stunning... No wonder Sam is losing his senses over her.” Images of his drunken rants flood her thoughts.

She slowly approaches her, circling to get a better view... her delicate frame that of a five foot seven gazelle. She lifted to her tiptoes verifying proper fit before straightening, teasingly improving her view from behind as Dahlia comes to her side.

She notices the gentleness of her facial tone... the deep beauty in her eyes as she focuses intently, mumbling over her asinine choice of shoe... “I should have worn the strapless ones... lo farò tutta la notte!”

Her Italian accent was melodic, as the song of a siren drawing Dahlia closer, “Uhmm, hi.. need any help, there?” She’d found her opening to get her to face her... she needed to look directly into her eyes... to see the love that Sam clung to so desperately...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati?, ” the words falling softly from her lips as she comes to a full stand.

“No...” She eyes her as if she will take her even without permission... “I watched your performance and it just ... drew me to you. There is a pain in you ... your movements and expressions... it made me...” Dahlia hesitates, but finds herself closing the distance between them.

“What? What did it... make you?”

The invitation made in the seductive way she began to stroke Dahlia’s cheek, enjoying the feel of her skin against her fingertips, dragging them to her chin as she moved in closer... never taking her eyes away from Dahlia’s lips as she licked them in desire.

“I just...want to,” Dahlia leans to her, their lips almost entwined, “Lose myself in you right now... To help... ease your pain, per say.”

She closes her soft lips around Dahlia’s in an intense open eyed kiss... Her tongue searching its way around and inside Dahlia’s open exhales as her hands find their way to her sensitive thighs... inching closer to the heated moisture telling of her heart’s desire.

“Let me get lost in you instead,” is the whisper that causes Dahlia’s flow to trickle forward in anticipation.

She slips an unknown pill into Dahlia’s mouth, just under her tongue, handing her one to place in hers... “Just to help take us both away...” she whispers, the pill dissolving quickly. She places the pill in hers, the effects already kicking in ... the room having an immediate butterfly effect... vision and hearing drifting in and out...

Dahlia’s head lolls back, the black swan claiming her neck and every exposed space. Stimulating jolts rush through her body, each deep breath intoxicating her even more, as she drifts away in euphoria.

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She was claiming every emotion that Dahlia needed expelled from her... She craved this from Sam, but she didn’t even know if he’d reach out or if bourbon was his lover for this dreaded Lover’s holiday...

Her tongue swirled and flicked her flooding center, part due to thinking of Sam touching her this way, the other was all being summoned by this passionately desperate woman...

London was her stage name, but to keep things in context, she would go by the Black Swan... Dahlia’s was the Raven... keeping in with tonight’s theme.

Before the taste of her juices could barely soak her tongue, she pulled her up, pressing into her, kissing with a passion unimaginable as she imagined how Sam would take her in this moment...

Her fingers toyed excitedly with her g-string panty, until they felt her wetness trickle over them as she inserted three fingers deep within in, her thrusting erratically... periodically turning her face back to her ... not allowing her to escape one second of the pleasure she had been imagining through her entire performance.

She was losing herself at Dahlia’s touch, but confused at the intensity of it all, she finally escaped her hold... breathing the spasmodic words, “I’m married... I ... I can’t feel this... You.... I... I have to go...”

She stood against the wall, totally conflicted, irresolute of her desire for this stranger donning a raven costume. The electrical stimulation that coursed through her in the kiss they just shared, has her suddenly wondering how she’d reacted so drastically to Sam’s infidelity.

She was divorcing the man who had captured her being in totality... How could she be so hypocritical? She turns to run away at first, but turns back to the raven, rushing to her ... taking her against the wall without hesitation, unable to resist what she feels from her touch.

The Raven asks the Black Swan if there is somewhere they can be together, the powder room not being the optimal place for this behavior.

Speechless, she led her further down Black Swan Lane, entering into the Red Rooms. Dahlia has never been this far into the club before.

As they walked down the hallway lit only by the red lighting, Dahlia thought of Sam. She wondered if he enjoyed the sashay of her walk, the sultry stroking of her hair. She imagined his arousal, his kisses along her body, starting to get a feel of why he was so drawn to her.

They entered the room, the Black Swan teasingly looking over her shoulder asking, “Is this what you had in mind?” Her strong accent proving even more enticing in this atmosphere. “Yes... why don’t you sit in the chair while I explore the room a bit... to see what sweet torture you will endure next...”

The Black Swan looks at the Raven, admiring her frame in the soft lighting. “Oh!, what do we have here, are these for use? Or are they a display of catalogued items for sale here?”

“Each room has them, for this level of membership... Don’t worry amante, they’re all new. I restock my room after each visit. Usually those leave with you as a memento of the experience. Allora qual è il tuo piacere? So what's your pleasure?”

She examines the walls’ contents, opting for the vibrating extended strap-on dildo. She looks towards the Black Swan with seductive turn of her chin, “You’ve been a slutty girl tonight... I really think you deserve to be fucked... Sooooo...” She walks over to her, taking her hand slowly, leading her to the chaise.

“Straddle it, bending towards the back for support... Hold on tight! You’ll need it, because I am going to fuck the naughty out of you.” She takes her instructed position as the Raven prepares to deliver the punishment promised.

With the vibration now sending a rush through her own core, she takes the flavored lubricant from the wall, dripping it along in a manner that sends visions of Sam through her mind. Her desire is to act out what he would do to her in this moment. Craving him now more than ever, she just can’t help but wonder what he would feel watching her take his precious swan before his eyes.

Coming up behind her, she teases the length of the strap on against her opening, while dragging her nails along her thigh... up her ass... moving her hand around to separate her lips as she slowly drives the cock into her... her own center ghostly experiencing the feel of Sam entering her... her mind giving the vision of him entering the Black Swan... a dual eroticism that causes her to drive the cock relentlessly into the Black Swan as she silently moaned, taking the force with a devilish grin... reaching back to attempt contact with any piece of skin. Her thrusts become erratic as she finds her release, but she doesn’t allow the Black Swan to claim hers, pulling free of her core in a teasingly slow stroke.

Repositioning, Dahlia lay on the chaise and pulled the Black Swan backwards until she was over her face. She flicks her opening teasingly, until her quivers tell her to go further. Jutting her tongue into her space rotating between hummingbird speed to slow circulating movements, she claims her release sucking noisily in show of her triumph.

Tears begin to stream from underneath the mask as the Black Swan tries to regain normal breathing. Her mind tormented over giving in to this connection that she was afraid to acknowledge. She has only connected to one other in this way... and she had made the choice to walk away.

Seeing her struggle, the Raven rises to take her hand in an attempt to hold her. But legs failing her, she falls to the floor taking the Raven with her. They lie together on the velvet floor, the Raven gently kissing her between breaths, stroking her hair softly.The Black Swan responds as if she has found her lifeline, holding her tightly until she finally reaches her calm.

Having watched on as she pleasured another, his arousal reached a peak that would no longer allow him to remain just a spectator... maybe this stranger could help him feel again... No love, no pressure, no connection... just release...

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As one partner exited, he watches her lay upon the velvet flooring, gently stroking the places that once was lined with the supple lips of another... the stimulating trail cascading throughout her delicate skin... reveling in the passionate arousal that still remained.. wondering what the next would make her feel...

She never heard his approach, just the words whispered, “Take me away from reality, and let me return the favor...” as he straddled her frame...allowing his girth to glide gently against her mound as if questioning her readiness for him.

The gentle purr of her response, gave its sign of agreement. “What should I call you?” She gasped, as his large hands cupped both of her breasts, stroking ever so gently until reaching their peak. He whispers, “Dark Phoenix” just before the pleasant flicker of his tongue was felt along her nipples as he brings them close to her chest’s center... the moistened heat from his breath as he teased the dark circle surrounding each one before slowly closing his lips around it, lightly biting to its tips.

Her audible breaths summon every endorphin within him, followed by her soft moans, her nails dragging along the lengths of his muscular arms, seeing every flex at the sensitivity of her touch in her mind.

He takes her hair into his hands, pulling with enough force to expose her neck in a taut stretch for his pleasure. He runs his nose along her neck’s side, taking in her fragrance, coming to her earlobe as he takes it within his mouth. The suction driving her to arc into his frame... just the lightest touch says she is ready to take control.

Nudging him with her frame, he takes his cue, rolling over taking her with him, their bodies now flush with Sam at her mercy. She kisses him as if he is the most significant being in her world, drawing back, causing him to chase her kiss. He grips her head kissing her with the most exhilarating tongue movement she could desire, imagining how this would feel at her center, returning the fervor of his kiss.

Now in the lounge chair that Sam once occupied, the Black Swan self pleasures as she watches on intensely, drawing her own quick breaths with each stroke of her center, feeling the touch of the Dark Phoenix in her own imagination.

Turning to face his massive erection in an exaggerated display of her rear and underside for his viewing, she bends for his touch as she takes him completely into her mouth... his hands in a tight grip of her ass while his thumbs provide a circular tease to her opening.

She pulls slowly up his shaft in a suctioned grip, causing Sam’s beautiful tone to show in his abs as he comes up to take her thighs over his shoulder, lifting her center for his taste. Each now giving stroke for stroke in response to the other’s throbbing, they begin to reach the euphoric state that will bring forth the rewards of their efforts.

The Black Swan was now stroking through her orgasm with a rapid pace, as she watched him devour the Raven’s juices flowing forward... her convulsive backward thrust against his face giving sign of her release... her inability to continue as she climaxes cause her to hold a firm suction of his tip with the occasional release to scream out, “Yes, Dark Phoenix... Yes!!!”

As she crests in her orgasm, she works him to bring his flow rushing forward so forcefully that she can feel the rush in her nasal cavity, providing a momentary exhale of his flow into her nasal passage.

She releases him to control the burning pain of this rush, he lowers her and swiftly takes hold of her hips, and in a magician’s move, now is straddling her, losing control of this lustful desire to feel her from within.

He thrusts deep within her, long stroking in a fluent wavelike motion that draws her orgasms in succession. Her coos drive him to his final release, dragging her along with him under the covering of his costume’s cape.

Involuntarily, their bodies move together at each reminder of the unexpected fulfillment of each other’s need... each pulsing twitch of his girth causing her slow grind, as if having to command every ounce of elation from each other.

Feeling even more conflicted than before, turned on even further by this silhouetted display, the black swan returns to the powder room and applies a full black face... her mood now darker than at first arrival... Her night of pleasure... about to elevate to a higher level than she’s ever reached for before...

Dahlia stands alone the top row of the auditorium, watching the Black Swan find her way to the stage. When she finally appears, she takes a refreshing breath, gently tilting her head as a gesture of availability. Upon looking through the crowd for her next partner, she sees the Raven eyeing her and gives a subtle salute of goodbye.

Reciprocating the gesture with a slow nod, Dahlia turns to take her leave. To her surprise, she sees the Dark Phoenix taking his exit as well. She approaches with a tilted chin to avoid him directly looking her in the face, as she strides through the open door gently sliding her hand across his chest as a thanks for his courtesy.

She slowly makes her way through the dark garden, hearing his footsteps close behind. She has a slight curiosity as to who this man could be, a brief familiarity coming to mind as their intimacy replays in her thoughts as she reaches the exit to the parking area. She bares right as he bears left, hitting the remote start to his vehicle. The unique chirp catches her attention, causing her to turn in time to see this mysterious Dark Phoenix enter his Sypder, just as he removes his mask.

“Sam!” ...She can’t believe her eyes...

But she has her confirmation as the sleek Coupe passes her, the tags reading “Mr. P. SZ.”

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Dahlia wished a Happy Valentine’s Day to Lovers Happy and Torn... and those seeking Love! Her delivery is late... she will definitely never take drugs from a stranger again... that was all she’d promise me, unfortunately...

It was a hard fight to win after she called me on my own drinking... I just had to be quiet, lol...

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secretaryunpaid · 3 years

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The worst case of deja vu...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking.

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Explicit

Trigger Warnings: Promiscuity, alcohol consumption (by minor)

A/N: @thefrenchiemama ... as promised, I hope to have explained if Sam ever looked for Dahlia or if he ever came back after he left her at Zeta Psi.

I have been off my usual writing regimen of Stella Rosa and mood music... I hope it’s still a spicy read, and I will gladly answer any questions you have about this post... but can’t give too much away, lol.

Thank you so much for binge reading my series. I love you for it! Enjoy!

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So, let’s just do a little recap of how this whole entire nightmare started for Samuel Dalton. “Mr. Perfect Size” had the reputation of being the one to get next to if you wanted a sexual experience that you would remember beyond the grave.

~~~~~The Rewind~~~~~

The rumor mill around Princeton was that Sam had no limits; that he was miraculous at inducing that desired state of euphoria of his own design, but he was a also man that would be open to almost any request, once you had the pleasure of being the object of desire for the night.

Now “Mr. Perfect Size” as he had become labeled by many of the females who dared speak of their union with the young Dalton heir. It was never his intention to have this image, but the fact that it pissed his father off to no end made this an easy path to continue.

Many of his relations were with the daughters of clients or potential clients, board members, or employees of Dalton Enterprises. Their parents would have to console their brokenhearted daughters, which was no easy task, especially when they had the huge misconception that they would be “the one” to finally catch his attention.

Mason Dalton had all but given up on forcing Sam to comply to his demand to change his behavior, growing ever tired of having to calm the tempers of the business associates he’d worked for years to build the proper rapport with.

Vivian, Sam’s mother, always told her husband that he was overreacting to it all. She felt that it was the responsibility of the girls involved as much as it was their son’s. She also impressed upon the fact that he would one day bear the burden of Dalton Enterprises, having to make many unwanted sacrifices in his personal life as they had. Her request to her husband... to leave Sam to his vices until a time closer to having to assume responsibility of the legacy they were building for him and his brother, Robin Flores. Mason would comply for now, but fully expected to see Sam correct his inappropriate course long before his time to lead Dalton Enterprises.

~~~~~ Zeta Psi ~~~~~

Dahlia led a drunken Sam away from the party to prove the rumor mill’s truth. She downs the last of her liquid courage as he finishes off his last drink of the night, already have had way more than his share.

She throws all caution to the wind, kissing him with such fervor that his core filled with excitement, his hands roamed pleasurably along her frame, teasing her navel with his thumb, igniting the nerve endings of her abdomen as he grazed his fingers along her silken skin, causing her to shiver at his touch.

Once away from prying eyes, not that it really mattered, because all ears bore witness, Unknown to Dahlia, this was a regular thing in the Zeta Psi House. And the boys were always teasing each other or collecting on bets the next morning.

He took her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed, sitting her down gently as he wedged himself slowly between her legs. His hands find their way under her tube top, teasing her breast, feeling her nipples rise as the pads of his thumbs circled against them. Lowering himself, he eased her top up to suckle her peaks before sucking along her breasts, then down her center, gently biting at her crotch through her Tommy jeans before running his hand along her center and thighs... leaning back up to kiss her once again.

He quickly removed his shirt, as she tugged at his jeans, gripping his length in her excitement to see if any part of the rumors rang true before undressing. She would truly become tempered if she had chosen wrong... but the things she’d heard... and from his firmness right now ... she just needed him naked... NOW...

Seeing her anxiety, he took control, and soon... his beautifully toned body was flexing under her touch. Her kisses along his six pack as she stroked him caused a quiver of arousal throughout his body. Her small hands gripping his sides, she guides his masculine frame to her mouth’s touch, flicking her tongue against his navel, then lowering to his massive girth.

Looking up into his eyes as her eyebrows arc in excitement, she licks the head... teasing circles around it before closing her lips over it with a slow suckle, before downing the entire shaft as her mouth watered at his pulsing entry ... She knew he was enjoying her, not even having the best part yet...

The desire in his eyes boring straight through her clothing, her nipples hardening as he pulls her hair into a tight grip, gliding in and out of her mouth sensually... his low husky voice saying, “I’m gonna fuck you slow, just like this... I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll catch a cramp.”

Not wanting to give in to this vixen too early, he pulls her head away almost roughly, bending to thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, sending a fire through her causing her to squirm with need.

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His hands being mastered, he has already removed her tube top, as he guides her backwards, ripping her Tommy jeans off, easily taking her laced panties along with them, before climbing over her to take her sex as if she would disappear without his touch.

After successfully causing her hyperventilation from his tongue play all about her body, finding her center, after lifting her legs over his shoulders, thoroughly tasting the delicacy now pooling for his fulfillment.

Sensing an unusual innocence about her, Sam decides against his customary roughness in his inebriated state. Cradling her frame, he rolls her into a straddle, gently thrusting upwards into her center as she gasps, but remains focused on his pupils... wanting to see every flicker of excitement rushing through him as he takes her tenderly. Her moans and crying out of his name echo throughout, telling of the night’s pleasures, Sam reciprocates her love sounds in his own grunts and groans, both loudest in their continued release.

True to his reputation, the positions he takes her body through in the course of the night gives her such a euphoric thrill, she falls asleep in exhaustion, cradled in his secure embrace.

Remember this moment...

Unable to process the escalation of pleasure, she cries out, clawing into his shoulders unknowingly… until she reaches full climax and release… just before passing out.

He eases up to kiss her, as she lies asleep in exhaustion. He silently dresses as he decides to get breakfast for them both. She looks like the caramel macchiato type… I’ll get Starbucks, too… and fruit or danish or both.

He finds himself unexpectedly excited to do this for her… his newfound treasure… She’s different from what he’s used to… He uncharacteristically wants to get to know her more… to experience her more…

He takes one final glance at her before gently pulling the door closed.

Now that we’re caught up... This is what happened next...

~~~~~ The Morning Mistake ~~~~~

Before leaving for breakfast, Sam went to a friend that he knew to let him know that he still had company upstairs, and that he would be back soon should she happen to come downstairs asking for him. He asked that he ask her not to leave, that he’d like to spend the day with her.

Once he agreed, Sam quickly exited in hopes to return before she woke.

That brings us back to this moment...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking. A few were even licking their lips, and making snide remarks and gestures.

She couldn’t believe her eyes… Did he send them to have their turn with her? How could he think that little of her? Or that she was that type of girl?

She scrambles to dress... only managing to cover her private parts with her clothing, brushing past the guys as quickly as she could… all the while in total horror and disgust… Tears began flowing uncontrollably over how silly she had been to think otherwise of Sam… He’d had the label “Dirty Dalton”, but she didn’t take it to be true… UNTIL NOW !!! …

Jay saw Dahlia running through Zeta Psi’s house and tried to catch up to her. She had already made it out and to her car. He could see her frantically dressing as the tears burned down her cheeks. For a brief moment, she just beat the steering wheel furiously, then she managed to start her car and drive off, nearly hitting the sleek black Audi pulling into the parking lot.

~~~~~ Sam’s outcome~~~~

As Sam got out of his car, looking towards the BMW speeding off, he noticed Jay walking towards him. “Was that some female disappointed with your performance, Jay? Typical, haha…”

Jay decided in that moment that he was fed up with Sam’s constant taunting over one bad experience… one of which a mean rumor spread about Jay’s sexual ability, or lack thereof. He never got the chance to have his ex-girlfriend correct the lies she’d spread because he had found interest in someone else, and tried to end things with her on good terms.

“Nah, Sam… Actually, that was your little hottie from last night. She said to tell you that she’d enjoyed it, but with your reputation, she didn’t want to take it further than last night… Guess your morning didn’t go so well… since you were sober, huh?” Jay waits for Sam’s expression to change from peaceful to disappointed.

“Damn, I could’ve shown her that I am not what people make of me. Did she ever say her name to any of you? I have to try to find her. She’s… different, Jay… I don’t know… guess I should have handled that part when we woke up, but honestly man… I don’ t even know how we ended up… well… let’s just say that I wanted to make sure she wasn’t a hallucination… And that my friend, she was definitely not…”

Jay fumes on the inside, but keeps his composure. “That good, huh? So, what’s after this? … She got you going out on a Starbucks run already… damn… I didn’t think anyone would have “Mr. Perfect” behaving like this…” This quip isn’t seen as an insult like Jay intended either, and doesn’t break Sam’s focus.

“Say, you don’t know her Jay… or anyone who might?,” Sam asks intently. “Nah, dude… You should know the females you lay with… you might catch something you don’t want one day, bruh… She could be a crazy stalker, or a gold digger…”

Sam looks at Jay quizzically, but then ignores the comment. “Guess there’s no point going back inside then. Let me know if anyone knows her name… I mean ask around for me… Holla at you later. Gonna go visit my mom.”

Jay can’t help his curiosity. Sam truly seemed bothered by her leaving… granted he has no idea of what happened before she left. “Sam… wait, why’d you leave her in the first place? You seem interested…”

Sam drops his head and sighs, “Dumb decision to surprise her with breakfast and coffee… Guess I should have just asked her along, but -…”

“But what, man? You had doubts about her?.” Jay interrupts.

“No, nothing like that… As odd as it sounds, it felt different waking up next to her… it made me want to... I don’t know… just give her something considerate as a peace offering before finding out who she was, and well, to be honest, to find out if I lured her into the room.”

Jay arches an eyebrow at the suggestion. “She isn’t my usual type, you know… the ones begging to be in your arms. I just don’t see that I was the reason we were there… but, I did have way more than I should have to drink…,” Sam continued.

“The only thing I remembered was how she felt… not her face, not anything else… and … I just couldn't get over how peaceful and content she looked… It made me feel like…,” Sam sighs deeply, “Like she was meant to be mine… I just wish I could say that I would have approached her sober… I’m just unsure of myself these days… Anyway, I have to go… Put the word out for me?”

Jay nods, “Sure thing, Sam.” As he leaves, Sam sees another Zeta Psi member waving him down. He explains what happens to Sam to his disbelief... Now realizing that things were much worse than he could imagine.

Sam asked him to call around to see if anyone knew her name, and to help protect her reputation. He of all people knew what the rumor mill could do to a person. So did Jay... so why did he lie to his best friend to his face...

Calls were placed, but to no luck. They would just have to see is they would come across her again on campus, or if she would be brave enough to attend another party that they held.

To Sam’s regret, no one had ever bothered to find out who she was prior to this particular incident. They would do everything they could to identify her for him. This jeopardized the Frat House and Sam...

(Upcoming fics will complete this look at the worst case of deja vu... she only had to have a repeat of this type of incident happen to upset her Princeton world even more.... stay tuned. Thanks for reading!)

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