gunning for the top

Sloane Bronte. 20. Law Student at Yale University and Intern at Andrews Kurth Law Firm. Upper East Side Princess.

[ofdaya]

For a few seconds she thought about it. Fucking her. It something that crossed Ace’s mind several times. Not that she wanted to, crave it, dream about, it was just something that would happen at some point with whoever she partied too much. It could happen with any of them, even with Freddie if he was willing to. But Slone had to keep talking. Take me home. The words got inside her brain, poking her guts. Alma’s hands were on her thighs again, squeezing it lightly, but then then her nails digged into her skin, red marks back. “Of course you would like to fucking hide me don’t you? You wouldn’t want people knowing that the great Sloane Broante had sex with poor little Alma Torres”, without a warning she pushed the blonde out of her bed, not even minding if she would land by the floor or next on the couch. Ace just had to stand up and leave this place, before the other would catch her crying. “Yeah Sloane, there was always someone to claim you. You’re so the fucking best”, spitting her last words without looking at her, Ace walked away, feeling her eyes burn and the air bump in her lungs too fast. She wouln’t cry in the club, broken hearts and loud music wasn’t her favorite match. 

[sloanebronte-blog]

Sloane fell to the floor with a soft oomph and she turned her attention up to Ace with wide eyes, noticing how quickly the walls of their taunting each other fell to the other girl’s fury. There was no longer teasing in Ace’s voice and the red scratches alone Sloane’s bare thighs were evidence to how seriously upset her friend was now. Sloane felt the harsh sting of Ace’s words before she turned away, leaving the blonde sitting flabbergast on the floor. As Ace stalked away, Sloane slowly stood and started towards the bar, deciding all of a sudden that she was not drunk enough, having sobered after the conversation.

[ezrahshields-blog]

“I’m not hiding, I’m observing. It does one good to take in the scene every so often instead of being a part of it.” The weight of the girl atop him felt no different than he imagined a box of feathers feeling. Closeness was always welcomed by the man. “I’ve had a years worth of meaningless sex partners and I’m looking to cut back,” he said smirking.

[sloanebronte-blog]

“Finally ready to settle down, Freddie?” Sloane asked, her brow raising suggestively. She’d always seen Freddie as the completely free-spirit of their group; owned by no city, owned by no other person. Truthfully, she admired that, if only because she wasn’t in a place in her life where she could afford to be as carefree as Freddie was. “I could be the girl of your dreams, Freddie,” She cooed, a wild grin plastered on her face. “You might have to fast-track it back to school to become a doctor or something, but I’d make it worth your while.”

[ezrahshields-blog]

His eyes wandered about the beautiful woman’s body, as he could see just about everything, but somehow not nearly enough. “You two together? Better watch out, you might have some boys making cummies in their jeans.” Frederick let his hair down, his head flowing back and forth to the beat of the music.

[sloanebronte-blog]

“I think it’s probably a little too late for that already,” Sloane giggled, shaking her head before turning her attention back to Freddie, whose lap she wiggled off drunkenly, her legs still laid over his. “What’re you doing hiding over here, Freddie? You should be out there--dancing. You could literally take anyone here home tonight,” she cooed. 

[ofdaya]

Sloane could run her mouth, after everything she just said, all Alma was hearing was that she was a good prop. Someone that would be there, waiting to be wilde for the weekend, but not good enough for a wednesday afternoon. Not that she ever wanted to be the kind of girl that would fill that date, but still - it hurt anyways. Sloane was moving again, breaking Ace’s thought and now they were heading to some couch. This was about to get worst, it made her rembmer ealier words. She was too sober for this shit. “That’s not even enough”, she laughed, after a promise of getting dirty and only having a arrow print on her skin. This was the time she was glad for the lack of alcohol in her blood stream, because all this touching, rubbing and teasing was finally doing nothing for her. Looking up to meet blonde’s eyes, her hands feel in Sloane’s thighs, caressing, up and down, meeting the shorts she was wearing and then don’t. “I am pretty fucking sure I can but I won’t”, squeezing her legs in order to wake her up from this proposall, Ace laughed. “This has gone too far Sloane. We don’t want any of this future husband material thinking you’re a lesbian”. 

[sloanebronte-blog]

Sloane narrowed her eyes at her brunette friend, still rooted firmly to Ace’s lap. Ace’s willingness to play the game had seemingly gone out the window and while Sloane normally would have reveled over the fact that she wasn’t the first to crack the facade, she felt offended under her drunken stupor that she wasn’t going to be able to bed Ace. Any other day, back in high school especially, she felt she would’ve had Ace at her feet with the snap of her fingers, but perhaps their time apart had given the Brazilian time to practice the resistance to Sloane’s charms that she was expertly showing now. In typical Sloane fashion, however, the blonde wasn’t ready to give up so easily. She pouted, rolling her hips against Ace’s as she lean in, breathing quietly the words that she was spilling in effort to keep Ace on her line. “So take me home, then. No one gets a show and you get to show me once and for all that you can make me cum.” She paused, her lips barely brushing Ace’s as she spoke again. Her hands snakes under the other girl’s shirt, her nails dragging along the delicate skin of Ace’s torso. “C'mon, Ace. I know you’ve wanted to fuck me since high school, but there was always someone else to claim me, right? I know how much you want me, Ace.” Her words were meant to spur a reaction from they girl under her and Sloane watched Ace’s face carefully, trying to pick a change of demeanor from her expression. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Ace?”

[ofdaya]

Kissing her back sounded better than say everything she had to about the claimed equal love. She had mental proof that it was bullshit, Lia was always the better version of Ace. The fucking humanitarian. As she sucked Sloane’s bottom lip, the idea that the blonde had done this to Lia before made her stop. There’s nothing especial on their connection, why would this kiss be? Mimicking the girl, Alma raised her hands to her neck too, watching the lights in this loud party tremble on her skin. But she was never the soft one, so it was pretty possible that the dancing red lines her nails were leaving behind would still be there for the next week’s mornings. “Stop lying to me Sloane. You know you like her more”, and then she came closer. It was a shitty club music around them, but Ace locked their bodies and started to dance in another rhythm. Swaying from the side to other. Waltzing in the saloon among all this potheads. “Lia is the one your family likes. The one that knows how to use all the forks, the one who can pick a classy dress, the one that look good on pictures”, swaying them one more time Ace bent her over. When they went back to dancing, in silence. The dark room and fast music not matching their moves. “Ah, babe. Private?”, her hand left her waist and then traveled on her back, and then landed on her ass. Grabbing it, she laughed. “Why, have you ever cum in middle of the crowd?”

[sloanebronte-blog]

When Ace started to speak again, Sloane’s determination broke for a couple of seconds. The brunette’s words were taking a little longer to process than they normally would have, swirling with the fog of intoxication that held reign in her head. As much as Sloane would deny it, there was a certain truth behind some of her words. Sloane would never say that she liked Lia more, of course, but in retrospect, Lia and Sloane were more alike than Ace and Sloane were. Lia and Sloane went to the same privately funded preschool and elementary school on the Upper East Side. Lia and Sloane had their cotillions around the same time. Lia and Sloane’s families vacationed in Europe together every fall. Ace was one of her  best friends, but they did come from two different parts of Manhattan--two different sides of the tracks. Sloane, in attempt to shake any thoughts of guilt that came from Ace’s words, moved willingly to the music with Ace. “But you’re the one that looks damn good in a leather jacket, the one that picks all the good booze and parties, and--according to you--the one that can make me cum.” Sloane punctuated her words with a smirk, stopping their swaying to take one of her hands in hers, twirling around and raising their hands over her head to pull Ace through the crowd of drunken dancers. There were no private rooms in the club, but the lack of any light source apart from the set of strobes above made for plenty secluded nooks in the corner of the club, which was exactly where Sloane was dragging Ace. She made only one stop on the way to the unoccupied couch Sloane was eyeing, crouching down to dip her free hand into a bucket of pink neon paint at the station set up near the entrance of the club. Quite the opposite to the glowing art Sloane had let strangers paint on her body, she noticed Ace was a pretty blank canvas and she was intent on changing that. Her fingers dripping pink, she pushed Ace onto the couch with her clean hand, eyeing her deviously. “Let’s get you dirty,” she murmured with a toothy grin, placing herself on Ace’s lap, one leg on each side of the brunette. Sloane pressed a dot of pink paint to Ace’s noise, then tracing a line across both the Brazilian’s cheekbones, finally bringing her hand under Ace’s shirt to finger paint an arrow pointing to the waistband of the other girl’s pants. “You really think you can make someone cum in public, don’t you?”

[lazita]

[trjoel]

[ofdaya]

By this time Ace’s hands were in the space between them, trying to maintain some distance, in order to keep her sanity for a while longer. Sloane would run the teasing show for the whole night, that was for sure, and it was up to Ace to put some boundaries. Wasn’t a easy task, but it was one they would both be grateful in the morning. Sloane was seducing her over an apology, the Brazilian knew that, and this wouldn’t cut this time. It was when it hit her - If the blonde wanted to play sexy, Ace would dance to that, but it would sting like a DTR. “But babe”, pouting for a few seconds, with that brushing their lips again, her voice was showing that she was up to play now. “You choose Lia over me all these years. I had to do something”. When they were this close, when Sloane had her hands on her face like this, it was impossible not to feel how cold and fucking hot her words were right now. “I don’t have King. And surely don’t have you. I’m just the second choice both of you get to play when you’re bored”, all of it was coming out of her mouth like nothing, alluring her in baby voice, playing a doll kink, reporting to her daddy. Well, mommy. “Tanner is just plain stupid and I really don’t like him sometimes. He treats me like shit, I can only imagine what he will do you”, suddenly Ace wasn’t playing coy anymore, she was darting into her eyes, hazel ones piercing hers down, as her fingers danced on Sloane’s skin, nails dragged they way to her bra. “–I think you deserve better. I could make you happier”, there was not a single note of caressing in Ace’s touch anymore, Alma was just bringing them closer, tighter, rougher. “At very least, I could make you cum”, the words left her lips in a very sultry way, as her nose touch lightly and gently the blonde’s ear. 

[sloanebronte-blog]

As the resistance in Ace’s voice disappeared, Sloane didn’t know what to be more concerned by--her Brazilian friend’s sudden willingness to play or the words that were being shot her way. Even through her intoxication, Sloane knew that Ace’s words were meant to hurt. The brunette clearly wasn’t over their  squabble and while Sloane wasn’t entirely in her right mind, she knew petty when she saw it. Ace’s ability to play the game as well as she was the reason Sloane had got on so well with her in the first place, and if she was finally ready to dance, Sloane was ready as well. After all, there isn’t a challenge in the world that Sloane Bronte would back down from; even if it meant seducing her best friend into letting their previous disagreement go. “No one’s a second choice. I love my girls all the same,” Sloane cooed softly, a shiver racing down her back as Ace’s nails trailed along her skin. Sloane wasn’t wearing much to begin with, so Ace had an unfair upper-hand in their back and forth--more ground to cover. In counter attack, Sloane brought her lips back to Ace’s, kissing her with the fervency of someone who hadn’t felt the touch of another in too long. Her right hand slipped into the back pocket of Ace’s pants and she used her palm to propel the other girl closer, until there wasn’t an inch separating them, their bodies meshed together under the violent strobe of the lights in the club. When Sloane pulled away from the kiss again, her left hand went to the nape of Ace’s neck, where she traced light and deliberate circles on the girl’s delicate skin with the tip of her finger. A gleam of familiar competitiveness shone in Sloane’s eyes. “Tanner may treat me like shit sometime, but he knows what he’s doing,” she drawled slowly, the volume of her voice dropping as she drug her lips across the length of Ace’s jaw until she was mumbling in the girl’s ear. “Why don’t you take me somewhere private and prove you’re better for me?” A pause. “Can you make me happy, A?”

[ofdaya]

It was easy - all she had to do was to take Sloane’s hands off her body, but as everything else around this fucking town, she felt like the blonde friend was her owner, or worst - that she herself owned something to her. “Okay, we can dance and you can flash your expensive pussy around, just don’t—”, hissing a bit and finally fingind a nerve to reach to her wrist, Ace pulled her hand away, nodding a naughty no at her. “Don’t fucking tease me? I don’t have sex in days. And King was the last one so I’m not exactly going for anything less than that”. Alma had probably talked about how big King was, or how fucking great he was in bed. Way too many times, but that was just her way to tell that she was not there to hookup with someone, she was there to dance. “Try not to dryhump every sucker around here either. I get jealous and you know it”. 

[sloanebronte-blog]

After being chided for teasing her friend, Sloane stuck her tongue out in a very childlike fashion, though they were still close enough in proximity that she managed to clumsily dart it across Ace’s lower lip. She wasn’t wrong about Sloane blue-balling her. The blonde fell well into her reputation of doing nearly whatever it took to get her way, and her liquor fuddled brain was telling her that drunkenly seducing Ace in the middle of Tunnel was the perfect way to fix what had happened a few days prior. It was hardly the first time she’d drunkenly flirted with Ace to reconcile a fight, but this was absolutely the most persistent she’s been. “You’re no fun, A--the one time I’m not being a tease and you’re choosing King over me. Boo!” With Ace having pulled Sloane’s fingers from the waistband of her pants, Sloane used her thumb and index finger to shape an L, holding it against her forehead. Not letting up, Sloane smiled brightly, using the extent of her pretty, blonde charm to fuel the beam. “You could always have us both, Ace.” Sloane cooed suggestively, though the thought of sleeping with King never actually crossed her mind. “I know you’re always taking about three-ways with Tanner, but Taaanner doesn’t need to get laid--he’s been fucking plenty of girls in my house.” Sloane covered Ace’s hands with her own, dragging Ace’s hands up her own sides to place them just under the tied silk of her crop top, just below her breasts. A couple of party-goers on the dance floor around them had started taking notice to the blonde’s over-affection, but Sloane ignored them, gingerly raising a brow at her best friend. 

[ofdaya]

She did laugh when Sloane mentioned more drinking than talking, so it was sort of her fault that Sloane didn’t back down either. Not that anything would stop her, the drive to do whatever she wanted was something that Ace always admired on the blonde. The bad thing between the two was that Alma also had that amazing quality. “Nope, the guys under the table liked that Sloane, and I’m not about giving them the view again”, licking her lips and looking up, she was trying her best to ignore the fact that her best friend was so close again.It was not hard to have the chills when she was this close. “Forever, yeah”, repeating the word, the Brazilian felt like she was pulled back to High School again. Sloane always said that whenever she wanted Ace to be there for her, remembering that were friends above all. She wasn’t sure if this would save her this time, though. And then was a hickey. “Slee—”, rolling her eyes and blowing up some air, Alma’s hands were on her arms, squeezing it, trying to keep Sloane standing straight. She was right tho, the young brunette was not drunk enough for this. The kiss wasn't a surprise, drunk Sloane could be more experimental than everyone’s expectation. Not being able to push her away now, Ace kissed her back, pressing her lips a bit more passionate then her, squeezing her forearms as doing so. “Okay, I’ll stay and drink on the corner. But that’s it. I am not dancing with you, you will get me wet and do nothing about it like always”. 

[sloanebronte-blog]

Sloane couldn’t help but laugh at the recollection of the memories from their high school days past. The uptight blonde had been much more willing to party in the days before college, which made her recklessness tonight a surprise to anyone who knew her well enough. After all, the partners at Andrews Kurth--as much as she was sure they’d love to see two young, vibrant women pressed close on the dance floor of a New York Nightclub--wouldn’t take kindly to one of their top interns participating in underage drinking and drug use. Thank god she had a couple of years before she’d need to pee in a cup before her bar exam. “I don’t buy hundred dollar Agent Provocateur panties for no one to see them,” she teased after their kiss, one of her manicured hands moving to tangle in Ace’s dark hair, the other sliding down the length of Ace’s curves. Sloane tauntingly toyed with the waist of her pants, two fingers curling at the top of her shorts, brushing the skin just behind her waistband. As if to emphasize her displeasure at Ace’s final offer, Sloane leaned again, her lips brushing Ace’s once more as she spoke. “There’s no way I’m letting you leave this club tonight unless you dance with me, A.”

[ofdaya]

“Really? Shit I gotta work on my nose”, she smiled, scratching the top of her nose, trying to find some space to back off. But Sloane took her hand again, hooking her up one more time. Just like she always did. “You know I’m a sucker -nope, a Iicker for body shots, but you also know I can’t pretend we are fine”, after pulling her hand away from the blonde, Ace had some of her raven hair behind her ear. That got awkward pretty fast. “I’ll keep my eye on you, we don’t want drunk Slee on top of tables like that one night, but we can’t—”, pointing her and then herself, the Brazilian had no idea how to put this in words. “We are not fine Sloane and I won’t have this conversation with your drunk self. I’m sorry”. 

[sloanebronte-blog]

“We’re not having a conversation, A. We’re dancing and doing body shots!” Sloane argued with a pout, her tone taking on a girly whine, as she couldn’t figure out why Ace wouldn’t stay and party with her. “C’mon, Ace--everyone liked it when I was on the table that one time. You can get on a table with me...” The blonde’s voice dropped, and she pressed closer to Ace so that the brunette would be able to hear her over the pulsating music. Their chests pressed together and Sloane’s lips were at Ace’s ear, gently brushing the skin under her lobe after she spoke. “We can give ‘em a show. Like old times. Ace and Sloane forever, right?” Sloane’s arms stayed tightly rooted around Ace’s waist, but her lips traveled, brushing a trail down from Ace’s ear to her neck, where she left a sloppy hickey before Ace could protest. She nipped at her friend’s throat for only a second before bringing her gaze back up to Ace, a huge grin plastered across her face. “C’mooooooon, Ace, you’re not drunk enough.” And as if she could pass her intoxication to Ace second-handedly, Sloane dipped in again, covering Ace’s mouth with hers, her lips moving to part her best friend’s, as if silently asking permission to continue while the party continued around them.

[ofdaya]

As she follwed the guy being dumped, Ace smiled, sure that Sloane was great, no matter what. She was about to leave when felt the heavy hands on her shoulders, this girl might be drunker than she thought. “Okay, you did not missed me, that is the –-Tequila talking?”, getting closer to smell her breath, their lips brushed a few seconds and then Ace backed down. “I’ll let you go back to party and make sure there’s coffee for your huge hangover in the morning”, taking the blonde’s hands off her, Alma pushed her away, still smiling. “Scream if you need anything ok?”

[sloanebronte-blog]

“It’s the vodka talking, not the tequila, but I mean it either way!” Sloane’s words spilled from her tongue, slurring together. Her proximity to Ace was comforting, the caring warmth that radiated from her friend keeping Sloane warmer than the belly full of liquor was. When Ace went to pull away, Sloane’s eyes widened and she shook her head as she grabbed Ace’s hands in her own as resistance to the girl leaving. “Nooooo! Stay here with me.” She pulled Ace as close as she could, wrapping her arms around the other’s waist this time around. “Dance with me! Do some shots with me! We can do body shots!”

[ezrahshields-blog]

Freddie grinned, happiest when his friends were drunk out of their minds too. The center of the club had been radiating an intense, pulsating energy until a girl lost her cookies all of the dancefloor. The man had then settled for the nearly mystic vibe the shadowy corner provided. “I wear the hooligan badge proudly! What the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he shouted over the music.

[sloanebronte-blog]

Sloane nodded avidly in agreement, pressing her forehead to his to grin at the young man, her brows furrowing together with the smile. “Oh, Freddie, you’re so right. You’re so right, Freddie, what my boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And he won’t know that I just did a boob luge with a bottle of vodka and,” she pointed at a tall, curvy brunette wearing near-to-nothing a few feet away, “that PYT over there.”

[ofdaya]

Ace had spotted Sloane since she got there. It wasn’t really news to both of them, the Brazilian would always keep a eye on the blonde whenever they were partying, it was part of her nature - taking care of people, even when they didn’t want her to. Everything was fine, she was just drinking and dancing, but when another guy came along and started to dance too, that caught Ace’s attention. Before she could hold herself back, Alma was dancing around them too, trying to check them out. Until Sloane spoke to her. “It was!”, she smiled. It was good to see her smile, it didnt matter the scenario. Getting closer and eyeing the guy, she spoke somehow only the blonde would hear. “Are you okay there?”

[sloanebronte-blog]

The last time she’d spoken to Ace, things had not ended the way as planned. There was no plan, really, but Sloane expected to come out of every conversation she went into with a positive outcome--for her, at least. No good came from her last chat with Ace, however. In her alcohol muddled brain, it was no matter to Sloane. The only thing she could think of now was how warm she felt and how excited she was to see Ace. “No, I’m not!” Sloane exclaimed, pushing away from the young man who was moving behind her, offering him a wink before she sauntered over to her brunette friend, slinging her arms around Ace’s shoulders. “Save me from the skeevies,” she whined playfully, coming nose to nose with the girl, a sloppy grin spread across her face. “I misssssssssed you.”

[ezrahshields-blog]

“I cannot make any promises that anything going on in this corner is legal. If not well…”

[sloanebronte-blog]

Sloane giggled, falling into Freddie’s lap with a beaming grin, her arm slinging around his shoulder as she made herself comfortable. “Aw, Frederick, the illegal activities are the most fun.” She brought her index finger to her lip, shhhhing him. “Don’t tell my dad, though. Or my boss. I don’t think I can take the bar if my boss knows I’m friends with such...” She fumbled for a word, her drunken brain failing her. “...hooligans.”

[leelahxvalentine-blog]

“NOT AS PRETTY AS YOU!” She said before tapping on a random guy’s shoulder getting his attention. “HI! Buy us shots?” Looking back and Sloane she let out a small whine. “Make him buy us shots.”

[sloanebronte-blog]

Sloane stumbled away from Leelah, falling onto the man she was trying to convince to buy them drinks, pulling herself into him with a sly smirk. He looked familiar, probably from her many summers in the Hamptons with her family, and she brought her stained lips to his ear, whispering something about a job that she didn’t plan on fulfilling. Like a charm, he led the two girls to the bar and presented them with a tray of shots after requesting them from the bartender. “Thanks!” She yelled over at him, taking the tray and pulling Leelah away from the confused young man with a laugh. 

[leelahxvalentine-blog]

“I LOVE YOU TOO!” More giggles escaped her as she yelled and looked around the club. “WE NEED MORE SHOTS!”

[sloanebronte-blog]

“All the shots!” Sloane yelled, agreeing with the brunettes exclamation. “Ugh, you’re so pretty! I’m so thirsty! More shots!”