hey guys..me again.
this story is AU and the team are younger than they are now...16-22 years old. Disclaimer..blah blah blah.
I'm thinking of sending a more detailed version of this to a book agent and it might get published, please tell me what you think about this decision.
Lindsay Monroe groaned when her phone started to chime at her. She reached across to where her phone was usually kept, but instead of hitting the table she was hitting the air. Lindsay was still half asleep but she knew something wasn't right, she needed quiet to think and right now she wasn't getting that. Lindsay rolled over and held her pillow against her face, trying to drown out the noise.
"Shut up, shut up shut up!" She shrieked, which sounded like a high pitched muffle below the pillow.
The phone stopped singing to her and remained silent. The pink fluffy pillow was slowly moved from her face and she opened her eyes. Lindsay thought she was dreaming again when she saw her surroundings. Lindsay was lying atop of a king size bed, with the softest duvet she had ever felt. A mini bar could be found caressing the corners of the room; two bottles of – what appeared to be – wine were stood on the rim on the bar, joined by a martini glass. Lindsay couldn't remember much of what happened the night before, especially drinking from a martini glass. She looked around the room, in the opposite direction, and was greeted by a sight which made her feel like a princess. A big plasma screen mounted the wall, proudly in front of a sofa which could seat everyone she had ever met and still have room for others. Between the two very expensive items laid a beautiful rug, white and cream blocks of colour had been splashed on the rug but it was done so tastefully, it looked more amazing than any floor decoration she had ever seen.
Lindsay carefully peeled back the duvet and went to explore the rest of her room. A bathroom was situated along the hallway, giving Lindsay access to a Jacuzzi type bath tub and her own mini sauna. Lindsay was officially in paradise. She was about to run herself a bath when a knock at her door made her jump.
"Who is it?"
"Room service"
"What" she whispered to herself "What the hell is room service doing here? Come to think of it, where the heck am I?"
"Miss, may I come in?" The voice called from outside.
Lindsay fluttered her hands in panic, she didn't know what to do.
"Just coming" She called. Lindsay took a deep breathe and calmed down. She opened the door to a middle aged man pushing a trolley.
"Where shall I put it?" He asked, wheeling the trolley in slightly.
Lindsay looked around the room.
"By the mini bar" Lindsay replied as a question rather than a statement.
She glanced around the room, looking for her bag. She pulled her purse from her bag,
"Sorry there's not much here" She pulled out two twenty dollar bills and handed them to the man, he smiled gratefully and left the room.
Lindsay walked over to her breakfast trolley and pulled the metal lid from her plate. She had obviously ordered breakfast when she checked into the hotel, it was her favourite thing to eat. Pancakes with hot fudge sauce and ice cream. Lindsay licked her lips in anticipation and started to eat her breakfast.
"Wait a minute, The Hilton?" She asked, holding the table cloth on her breakfast trolley.
She ran to the door and quickly stepped outside to look at what suite she was in.
"Fuck me. Fucking Penthouse" She squealed, receiving several dirty looks from old, rich couples leaving their rooms.
"Teenagers today" she heard one mutter.
Lindsay ran back inside her room and went straight for her bag, to grab her phone and call her boyfriend when memories came flooding back to her.
Flashback:
Lindsay and Marc had been together for three months and he was on the verge of dumping her because she wouldn't go 'all the way'. He didn't know she knew this, or his one time sexual fantasy, but she knew everything he had told to his best friend – who was also her best friend – because he had then told her. Lindsay had stolen someone's credit card and used it to purchase a bondage set, and an outfit, for her big night with Marc.
Lindsay had put on her outfit, black leather bra and a PVC underwear, along with some other accessories in the kit, then put on a regular miniskirt and white vest top over the top. She wanted to surprise Marc. Next moment, her phone was to her ear and she was talking to him.
"Hey sweetie, my parents are out tonight, did you wanna come over and watch a movie or something?"
Lindsay could hear him rolling his eyes in disbelief
"Yeah, be right over"
"Ok, love" He hung up "you"
Lindsay paced the empty house, checking that she hadn't forgotten anything. Nope. Everything was in place and it was all perfect. She was fixing her hair when there was a knock at the door. She opened it with a smile and kissed Marc gently when he came in. He didn't respond to her kiss and she knew tonight would be the night he would have dumped her.
"Hey" she greeted him.
"Hi" he brushed past her, walking into the living room and sitting on the sofa
"Babes, I need to talk with you a second"
He patted the chair and Lindsay made her way towards him.
"I've been thinking, this relationship isn't really going anywhere" Lindsay sat beside him "I mean, we haven't done the stuff proper couples do"
"-Hold that thought"
Lindsay climbed into his lap and kissed him, hard. At first he responded but then he pushed her back and looked at her, shocked.
"What are you doing?"
"Showing you I'm ready to take this to the next level. Marc, I like what we have going here and I don't wanna ruin it by not showing you how much you mean to me. If you let me continue, I promise you will not be disappointed"
"Ok, but let's take it into your room"
She smirked and led him to her room. Lindsay had turned her room into something you would find in a whore-house. Handcuffs were draped over the bed knobs, a whip was hanging up by the end of her bed, a mouth gag was lying next to her pillow and a few sex toys were on top of her chest of drawers.
"
Lindsay was tied up on her bed, her hands were cuffed to her bed knobs and her ankles had been restrained too, with Marc over her. She had her eyes closed and was gently biting his shoulder to stop herself screaming in ecstasy. Neither of them notice her door open slightly and Lindsay's mother stood in the doorway, watching horrified.
"Get off my daughter this instant" she yelled, closing her eyes to prevent herself from seeing something she didn't want to see for another second longer than she had to.
Marc reluctantly climbed off Lindsay, freeing one of her wrists before he left. Lindsay wrapped herself in her as best as she could, with her ankles still restrained.
"Who are you?" Her mother asked, disgusted with her daughter.
"Mommy, please don't be angry"
"I'm not angry, disappointed and surprised but not angry"
"Don't tell Daddy, please"
"Tell me what?" He father stood next to her mother and blinked several times to take in the sight before him.
"Get out"
Lindsay looked at him, tears in her eyes and a look of apology on her face
"Get out Lindsay. I knew he was bad news"
"Daddy, please"
"-Lindsay, leave this apartment and don't come back"
"Daddy" she cried
"No Lindsay. I'm not your daddy anymore, you aren't my daughter. Just get out of my face, out of my house and out of my life"
Lindsay sobbed, and her mother was also crying. She untied herself from her bed, gathered her clothes and walked past her parents. She was alone in the street
End Flashback:
"Fuck you daddy" She shouted out the window.
ok, thats your first chapter...it will get better in later chapters..i promise.
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