Beverly Hills: Season 4

Season 4, Episode 16: Dancing Shoes

~~~(I'm Gonna Do My Thing by Royal Deluxe)~~~
   JC struts through the slutty looking girls and the hot ass guys into a club down town called Oxygen. She's wearing a whoreish black cocktail dress that shows off her boobs. Her long legs are freshly shaven and her six inch heels are giving her blisters but that's no reason to steal the attention from just about everyone looking at her. They're all probably wondering what she's doing in the club since she looks so young or they're either checking out how hot she is.
   "Give me the strongest you got." JC orders as she leans over the bar, letting her boobs hang over the counter so the bartender can get a nice look at her cleavage. She's still trying her best to get over this whole Landon and Xavier thing and she's doing it the best way she knows how: going to clubs and hooking up with random guys until Landon is erased from her brain.
   "You don't look old enough, ma'am." The bartender says, his eyes still on her boobs. His dark hair is slicked away from his face and his eyes are a bright blue that draws JC in just like how her boobs are drawing him in right now.
   "Well how old do I have to look?" JC leans even more, pressing her chest up against the surface of the counter and biting her bottom lip to get what she wants.
   "Just a little older." The bartender smirks.
   JC leans forward even more, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "How about that?"
   "Depends. How old are you to fool around?" The bartender smirks as he pours a drink.
   "As old as you want me to be." JC replies.
   Minutes later, JC is pinned up against the wall of the trashy looking men's restroom. The bartender thrusts his hips against hers, their lips opening around each other's as they run their hands up and down each other's bodies. JC smirks to herself as she rolls her head back in pleasure as the bartender goes for her neck. Who's Landon again?

   Holland's eyes open and he finds himself sitting in a dark room, a huge spotlight above him shining down. He squints, looking up to see what kind of light it actually is but all he sees is whites and yellows. He looks around, the spotlight creating a circle around him, the rest of the room dark and the floor is hard wood. Holland opens his mouth to call for help when he realizes his hands are tied behind his back and his black button up shirt is tucked into black slacks. What the hell is going on?
   Elenor emerges from the darkness, wearing a black leather bra, a black thong, and fishnet leggings. Knee high boots are pulled up to her knees and her makeup is dark and sexy. She stops in front of him, putting her hands on the arms of his chair and swinging her hair all to one side of her head.
   "What's going on?" Holland asks with wide eyes.
   "Whatever you want." Elenor says in a voice that Holland has n ever heard before. She runs her index finger up his thing and then up his chest to the buttons on his shirt. She starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Just tell me where you want me."
   Holland's breath escapes him as he feels Elenor's hands touch his skin, lightly grabbing him before kissing his lips with sexy force.
   Holland quickly sits up in bed, his head covered in sweat and his erection clearly visible. He licks his lips, looking around his dark bedroom and realizing it was only a dream. Elenor was never looking so sexy, he was never seated in that chair, and they never kissed. Holland stifles a laugh, grabbing his journal off his bedside table that he usually scribbles his dreams down in. The more he writes, the long her his erection stays. But as long as he's thinking about Elenor and that dream, he doesn't mind too much.

   After the sun rises, Tatiana primps her hair as she walks into The Grotto with her family and Navid. She and Navid are still outsmarting her parents by venturing off at gatherings like these to be with their significant others. Tatiana has been playing so well that she almost forgets she's supposed to be marrying Navid one day. Screw the rules though.
   "Mr. and Mrs. Kapur, would it be okay if Tatiana and I got our own table?" Navid asks politely when they're all inside.
   "Sure." Mr. Kapur nods his head, smiling at his daughter- probably thinking she has finally come around to the idea of this arranged marriage. "Anything for the happy couple."
   "We'll be over there." Mrs. Kapur points to a table across the cafe. "Have fun you two."
   "We intend to." Tatiana puts her hands behind her back as her family heads for their own table. She and Navid both head to the other side of the restaurant until they're out of sight of Tatiana's parents. Ty and Navid's girlfriend Grace sit across from each other at the table, menus in front of their faces to not be seen. "Hey guys."
   "It's about time." Ty smiles up at his girlfriend, handing his menu over to Navid while getting up from the chair. "There's a back exit where the restrooms are. I was thinking we could hit up the boardwalk or something."
   "My parents are still here." Tatiana glances behind her shoulder to make sure she can't see her parents. "Let's just stay here and sit at a table to keep an eye on them."
   "Anything for you." Ty gestures for her to lead the way to a new table. Tatiana smirks, walking down the aisle for a new table with her boyfriend close on her heels.