Chapter 3: Catch Me Cuz You Can't

Her eyes shot open, looking about her room. HER ROOM! FUCK! She was still in her robe with the tie untied. Her hand remained where she was getting pleasure from. Shit! The things he was doing to her. No words came. She was silent. Breathing in and out. Soaking in the moment. But her damn phone kept ringing. She got up, washed her hands, and went to answer it.

"Hello?" her voice was drawled with a quiet tone, still making sense of things again.

"Hey bitch! I've been calling forever. Why didn't you pick up? Don't tell me your hands were busy at the moment." Brittany chuckled.

More or less. "I was sleeping. Admist all the sexual noise that's usually occuring, I actually got some sleep. What could they be doing? Actually talking?! God forbid."

"Dude, don't scare me. Doesn't sound like mom ta me. Anycraps, wanna hit The Spot tonight?"

"Cool man. Meet me at the end of the street in like an hour and 45, k?"

"Sweet. Lata chica. Make sure mama don't know you escaped the house of terror."

"Funny. Peace," she hung up and went to her bathroom to dry her hair.

She picked her favorite hip-huggers and new Dolce & Gabbanna light blue tank top. Nothing too flashy. She was never your typical hoochie dresser. She always wore what she liked. But right now, she was horny as hell and she want to get some. Well, not sex, but close enough.

All guys at The Spot were horny bastards. Lucky for her tonight. Normally she wasn't a club girl. She loved dancing and takes ballet but the atmosphere of clubs just annoyed her. Sex addicts and rich people galore. Was like Donald Trump's birthday party, scratch the billion part. Tonight she just wanted to be sexy. Nothing was going stop her.

She applied lip gloss and brushed some baby blue eye shadow to match her top. She grabbed her leather jacket and her purse opening her window. Her leg reached the roof top--

"Where are you going?" Justin stood in the doorway lifting an eyebrow.

Keira's head shot up as her face cringed, "Out." Why did she have to go and do that? Oh well, too late.

Justin came closer as he closed her door walking over to her window, "Out where?"

Her other leg swung to meet her leg on the roof, "Go away."

Her back was to him as she sat on the window trying to escape. She won't, if she's smart she won't."And what if I don't? I can't just let you walk out. Mom will be mad when I tell her."

She turned around and stared in his eyes with blazing anger, "Fuck you!"

He smiled, "Are you sure you want to?"

"Ugh! I'm leaving. Fuck this AND you!" she slowly made her way down but was pulled back by him.

"I said I can't let you walk out. Come back in." he pulled her closer.

She struggled against him. "Leave me alone!"

"No!"

She managed to push him more but he suddenly grew ten men stronger and pulled her all the way inside. "Asshole!"

"Look, I was just trying to help you out. You could have gotten hurt doing what you were doing."

"Yeah, well, I don't need it. I just need for you to piss off, fuck my mom, and leave me the fuck alone!" she screamed in his face.

His hands came in his protest, he seemed confused, "Whoa, hold up girl. What makes you think I fucked or I am fucking your mom?"

She laughed pathetically, "Oh god! Why do you even speak? It's written all over your fucking face. I know you are. Don't pull shit with me. You're all the same."

"Oh god, what in the hell kind of person do you think I am? Your mom is 50, Keira! She works with my uncle. She asked me to watch you tonight cuz she said she had a date or something."

She wasn't sure if she had a jaw anymore. OK, any kind of red was practically smeared over her face. Did she just hear right? Justin Timberlake was her freaking nanny?! Oh my god! This has got to be a new low, even for mom. She was too shocked to say anything so she took this as her opportunity and made a mad dash out the window but was caught again!

He pulled her back in and threw her onto her bed. Pissed off look in his eyes. "I said, stay still now. You will not leave this house while I'm in charge. You will not go anywhere especially dressed like that. Are you asking to get raped?"

She sighed as she sort of sat up on her elbows, "Why do you care? I'm meeting my friend in 10 minutes. I need to get out of here. Oh and thanks, I didn't know conservative is an invitation for a healthy rape. Excuse me," she got up but he pushed her down. Fuck This was NOT supposed to turn her on. But she couldn't help getting wet as he took more action of the situation.

"Stay where you are. You know I'm stronger. Now, Keira, am I gonna have to nail you to this bed?" he came closer.

She gulped, no, she's not supposed to be effected like this. He cannot win. He got closer, and she smirked a little as an idea came. He came closer and closer than she pushed him hard on the floor, "I will NOT be told what to do anymore!"

"Too bad sweetheart. Is this all you care about? Dressing slutty? Just begging for some random guy to take away your innocence? Fine, if that's what you want than, well, I can't let you do that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom from his wallet throwing it down next to her.

She picked it up and held between her fingers, looking at him for some answers, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Well, we're gonna have sex. I can't let you do out there knowing you'll get so many STDS. I'd rather you do this with someone you know. Get undressed."

Oh yeah bucko, that's hot. Even for Justin Timberlake, that was really dumb. She rolled her eyes and threw the condom at his chest and he caught it. She scoffed, "The only person you'll be having sex with is yourself you prick! Ya got that?" she stood up and she felt herself being pinned to the bed.

Her hands pinned above her head. He licked his lips staring her. He leaned down close to her ear whispering, "Be a good girl or I'll tell her everything."

She got cold shivers from his voice. Growing wetter by the second. Damn him. Damn his voice. His charming sexy voice. She decided to give in, "OK, I'll be good. Where's the condom?"

He put his finger to her lips. Damn, they were soft. He couldn't wait to feel them on his. If she wasn't a virgin he'd fuck her brains out. But, being that she was so gentle and innocent, he wanted nothing more than to go slow and still pleasure her the same. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body. First things first..."Shh, forget about it. I just wanna show you..." his lips slowly came upon hers.

As they were kissing, Keira got an idea. They somehow came off the bed, kissing their way to the front door. She didn't wanna admit it, but fuck yeah he was an amazing kisser. He knew exactly what he was doing. She on the other hand, followed his lead. She broke away suddenly and opened her "lust-filled" eyes to meet his. Time for the game face. "I WANT you."

"Me too. You make me so fucking hot, Keira..." she hushed him with her fingers on his soft lips.

"You're not listening, Justin. I said I WANT you!"

He was confused. They wanted each other. What was the problem? "I know, I want you too."

She savored in licking the inside of his mouth. Tasting the last of him. "...To get OUT!"

He licked his lips, What the fuck? "What?!"

She gave him hard shove out of her room, closing and locking the door in a flash. She giggled. That was fun. "Always with your dick, never your brain huh, asshole! Truly sad. Anyway, tata! Oh, that's right, you never got any," she laughed while grabbing her purse and quickly climbed down the latter to meet her friend beeping away like a pissed off New Yorker.

After some tries, Justin finally got the door open. Well, broke the lock and started running to the window to see the car drive away. "Fucking bitch," he cursed as he ran like a mad man down the stairs, not evening closing the door as he got in his Mercedes speeding to the destination of the girl who gave him stiffer problems besides the one in his boxers.

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