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Before: Bring it, Bitch


Ashley

It took a lot of begging to get Chris to agree to go to the Carter twins' party. A lot of begging, sex, and the promise that we could spend Christmas at his mother's house. But I really wanted to see Nick, so anything Chris had asked for would've been worth it. I knew if Angel had invited me that she'd invited Nick, too.

The night of the party, I was getting ready, pulling on one of my favorite dresses - it was red, almost the same shade as my hair, with little white dots all over it - and I was having issues with the zipper, which is something that never happened before. "Jesus," I said, turning to see my back in the mirror, "This is tight, I wonder if the dry cleaner shrunk it somehow." I waved my arms, trying to get the zipper.

Chris didn't even look up from the mirror he was using to gel his hair up. He was trying to get it to stand up like Nick's and so far all it was doing was drooping sadly. He looked more like Squiggy than Nick Carter. "Or maybe you're getting fat," he said pointedly.

I caught the zipper pull and yanked on it, but nothing happened. "I think it shrunk," I said.

"I dunno," Chris said, "You've been eating a lot of take-out."

"Well you bring it home, what am I supposed to do?" I snapped.

"Don't go getting pissed off at me," Chris retorted. He turned away, his hair swooping lamely to one side, not even slightly like Nick's hair, "It's not my fault you eat all of it." He stepped around me. "Inhale."

I sucked in my breath.

Chris pulled the zipper up quickly. I felt like the last dregs of a tooth paste tube being squeezed out. "Shit," I gasped, my hand on my abdomen. My back was forced straight, my lungs compressed, my boobs squeezed so tight in the fabric that they looked like they were about to pop out. "I look like Pamela Anderson," I complained.

"Why are you always bitching about how you look?" Chris demanded, "Nobody gives a shit what you look like. I don't care if you're fat or skinny or purple, I still love you."

I wasn't sure if it was a compliment I should say aww over, or an insult I should get mad about. I let it go.

"How long do we gotta stay at this shindig for anyways tonight?" Chris asked.

"We aren't even there yet and you're already asking to leave?" I asked. "You know you don't have to go with me, I'm perfectly capable of going by myself."

"To a club?" Chris asked.

"Yes to a club," I answered. "I've been to many a club alone, Chris." I tried to reach for my purse and found bending down wasn't really an option for me without my boobs falling out of the dress. I pushed them back in. Chris was staring at me.

"I'm not sure how long I can go with your breasts looking like that before I have to throw you down and fuck you," he commented.

"Keep it in your trousers," I said.

I put on the vial of beach sand on a necklace that Nick had given me the year before for Christmas when we'd spent it together at the airport. Even if it said Miami across it, the necklace was still one of my favorites.

"Why do you gotta wear that piece of crap?" Chris asked moodily when he saw I'd put it on. "I've bought you better jewelry than that."

"I like this one," I answered.

Chris made a face. "It's plastic, and it probably cost like three dollars."

"It doesn't matter what it cost, I like it." I raised my eyebrow, "Why are you so pissy?"

"I told you, I don't wanna go tonight," he answered.

"And I told you that you don't have to go," I replied. "I can go by myself, I'm not an invalid."

Chris shook his head, "I don't want you going alone to the club."

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," he snapped. "I'm just trying to protect you and keep you safe. I just wanna know you're okay. People are sketchy out there and I don't trust them. There's a lot of douche bags in clubs."

"Well Nick's gonna be there," I said, "Do you seriously think he's gonna let anything happen to me?"

Chris grabbed his keys, "Let's go already."




Nick

I spotted Ashley across the club, leaning against the bar with Chris. Her hair was caught in a spotlight that was roaming across the floor. I made my way through all of Angel and Aaron's friends, who were crowding the dance floor. It occured to me that a lot of Angel's friends were models, and I thought how much I would've liked this party a year ago. Now, I was too focused on one girl in particular to see any of the others.

Chris was bitching, loudly, to the bar tender about what exactly is expected in a scotch neat. Ashley looked embarassed and was looking around the room, trying to focus on anything except Chris yelling at the bar tender. She spotted me and her face lit up with a smile. She came at me, wrapping her arms around me. Her boobs looked fucking huge. Way bigger than they usually did in that dress. I swallowed back a moan as they pressed against my chest in her hug. My pants were like instantly tighter.

Chris turned around just as I put my arms around her, and I saw him look on, frowning in disapproval, so I hugged her closer, and rubbed her back, making sure he saw me touch her bare skin.

I looked at him and mouthed, boobs -- wow!

Chris's frown turned into a complete scowl. The bar tender held out his drink and he took it so roughly from the bar tender's hand that some of it splashed out.

"Hey," I said to Ashley when she pulled back, "I really missed you. I feel like it's been forever."

"I know!" she cried, "I don't know why I haven't seen you, it's been crazy. I've been doing all these wedding plans and stuff, but I figure they might bore you and also Chris has been super interested in the wedding, so we've been doing a lot of it together..."

"Well of course he's interested," I said. I smiled sarcastically at Chris. He smiled sarcastically right back.

"Yeah, it's a lot of fun," Chris said. He stepped up and switched hands he was holding his drink in, wrapping his arm over Ashley's shoulder and putting her hand on her boob. She swatted it away, but he put it right back. She glowered up at him for a second, but he didn't move it and she didn't push it away. I raised my eyebrow. "It's all apart of getting married, you know, the whole package." He sipped his drink, hand still on Ashley's chest. "Wherever the little lady wants me to go, I go."

"Like a bitch," I said.

Chris scowled.

Ashley laughed.

"At least I know I'm gonna have some amazing sex tonight," Chris bragged.

Ashley looked uncomfortable. I waved the bar tender over and ordered a drink, putting a twenty in the tip jar to make up for Chris's douche-baggery. "Nick doesn't wanna know about our sex life, Chris, Jesus..." Ashley muttered, her face all red.

"It's okay, Ashley," I said, "I'm used to Chris bragging about sex. It's probably the only way he can make it last longer."

Chris choked on a mouthful of his scotch so hard that I'm pretty sure it came out of his nose. It sprayed at anyrate. Ashley jumped back, "Christopher! You got that all in my hair, Jesus!" She sighed in frustration, "And all over my dress. I'll be right back." She stormed off, probably to the ladies room to clean it up.

I looked at Chris.

He looked at me.

The bar tender returned with my drink. "Thank you very much, you're doing a phenomenal job," I said. "Could I get a cup of club soda also?" I requested. The bar tender nodded, quickly filled a cup and handed it to me. I grabbed a couple napkins. "Now excuse me," I said, "I have to go help your -er- fiance to get some scotch off her boobs."

"I ain't afraid to kick your fucking ass Carter," Chris growled.

I turned and headed the direction Ashley had gone. "Bring it, bitch," I called over my shoulder.