AN: Hello loyal readers, I come bringing you the first chapter of a short smut story I'm currently working on. I do have plans to finish "I'm Just Trying to Save You," but I want to focus on this one for a little bit because I need a bit of a break from the GG canon world and try out AU for the first time. This is a threesome fic revolving around Chuck, Blair and Serena, so don't read if it ain't your thing.
One Night in Palace
One Saturday night in New York City, Blair Waldorf found herself in the middle of the dance floor at the hottest nightclub in town. The DJ was blasting her favorite music and her best friend of twenty-seven years, Serena van der Woodsen, was right up against her as they moved together to the beat.
They were currently making the most of their single statuses; neither had been in a serious relationship in the past six months, and as far as Blair was concerned—that was a-okay. Her last boyfriend's wandering eye had almost ruined her friendship with Serena once and she wasn't ready to test fate again.
So instead, they threw the idea of monogamy to the wind and made a pact to hook up with as many good-looking guys as they could. That's what their twenties were for, right?
"B that guy is totally staring at us" Serena talk-yelled into Blair's ear.
Blair's face was all but pressed into the blonde's hair but she managed to sneak a peak at the dark stranger by the bar. He was undeniably handsome; but the cocky-smirk he had painted on his face made it difficult to acknowledge his good looks.
"Please he looks like a total sleaze. He's probably a Peeping Tom or a date-rapist" she scoffed, turning away from his stare without a second look, "You can do better, S."
Serena bit her lip as she not-so-subtly glanced at the guy again.
"I don't know, he's got a hot vibe going on; between those jawbones and that Armani suit, I bet he's great in bed" the blonde decided with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
"Smokescreens, ma cherie" Blair said "Besides, I'm sure the suit is a knock off."
"Hmm" Serena mused "Only one way to find out!"
With that, Serena abandoned Blair and walked over to the handsome stranger.
Blair rolled her eyes at how predictable her friend was. She knew the suit was legitimate—anyone with half a decent eye for designer clothes could have told you that—but there was just something about this guy that rubbed her the wrong way. With one gaze, it was like he was already under her skin and it made Blair very uneasy. He seemed dangerous, plain and simple.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as the stranger caressed her best friend's chin; she could practically hear S's childish giggle reverberate around the club despite the blaring bass. She crossed her arms in a frustrated huff at the thought of being ignored by her friend—this was supposed to be their night out.
A few minutes later, Serena bounced back over to the dance floor with a ridiculous grin on your face.
"Well?" Blair asked, already knowing that S agreed to go home with him that night.
"His name is Chuck, the suit is real, his voice is sexy as fuck" she drew out "and, he wants us."
Blair's brows furrowed together in confusion.
"What do you mean 'us'?" she asked.
"I mean he wants a threesome, with us" Serena explained.
Blair's eyes widened with shock.
"He wants what?"
"Oh B, when did you turn into such a prude? Plenty of people have threesomes!" her best friend told her.
Blair's eyes narrowed at the subtle jab.
"Yeah, but not us" Blair said.
"Well…maybe not you" Serena corrected "but I've had a few over the years. They're fun, I swear."
"Okay, but S, this guy is a total stranger. What if he's an axe murderer? Or a eunuch?" she asked.
Serena's eyes narrowed into beautiful blue slits.
"Do you really think a eunuch would suggest a threesome with two hot women?" she asked dubiously.
"If he was planning on axe-murdering them, then yes, Serena" Blair told her matter of factly.
Serena rolled her eyes.
"I have to go pee. You wait here and reconsider, because I don't think this is an opportunity we should pass down" she said seriously before walking away.
Serena walked back over to the dark stranger. Blair didn't know exactly what she said, but from the way his eyes immediately found hers over the blonde's shoulders, she had a pretty good idea.
Embarrassed, Blair made a bee-line over to the second bar on the opposite end of the club. She didn't even get to enjoy the first sip of her Bellini before he appeared at her side, observing her intently.
"Your friend told me you need persuaded to come home with me tonight. What will it take?" his voice rumbled against her ear, causing her toes to curl.
So much for formal introductions Blair thought. This guy really was the epitome of class.
"Certified proof that you aren't a serial killer?" she snipped, attempting to turn away from him.
But this man wasn't hearing it; he moved around her so that they were facing each other once again.
"Hmm, I think I left that in my other wallet. I can have my secretary fax it to you. Anything else?" he asked.
There's a small twinkle in his eyes when he said this and it was almost proof enough that he was telling the truth. But Blair was too smart a girl to get won over by charm so soon in the game of seduction.
"How do we know you aren't a freak?" she asked him, making a point to scan his body as subjectively as she could.
"Well I guess that depends on your definition of a freak" he smirked, leaning in much closer than Blair would have liked.
"You know" she began, taking a step back "someone with an affinity for whips, chains, water-sports, and working out their mommy issues in between the sheets."
He pursed his lips, looking very much like he was suppressing a laugh.
"Not your cup of tea?" he asked.
"It is yours?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"I prefer Irish coffee myself, if anything. And while I sometimes enjoy expanding my sexual horizons, I tend to stay in between the lines of what is considered morally acceptable behind closed doors. But don't think for a second that means I won't make you scream."
Blair gulped audibly.
"However, if you're looking for vanilla sex, you should go home with that oaf you were dancing with earlier" he told her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You were watching me?" she asked, suddenly less creeped-out and more flattered than she should be.
"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you—though your friend is pretty easy on the eyes too" he added, maybe a bit unnecessarily.
Blair's eyes narrowed just slightly. She should be used to men preferring her best friend over her by now, but it still managed to sting from time to time.
"Why not just take Serena then. She'll give you a good time" Blair told him, shrugging involuntarily.
"Most women here want to give me a good time" Chuck said, scanning the club scene behind them before turning back to her "but I'm looking for a great time."
"Why us?" she asked.
"I sometimes prefer to be outnumbered in the bedroom, especially when it involves two friends. The level of pre-established intimacy always makes for a more pleasurable experience. Not to mention, it also opens the door for many more possibilities and combinations" he smirked, twirling the liquid around in his drink.
Blair rolled her eyes.
"What is it with men and their fascination with girl-on-girl? You automatically assume that S & I have been intimate before just because we're friends?" she asked incredulously.
"Haven't you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not in the way you're thinking" Blair told him as she shook her head.
"Well if I'm thinking about it, it means you are too" he pointed out "Don't tell me you don't think about it on nights like these when you're touching each other on the dance floor, grinding your hips against each others, whispering in each other's ears, lips practically touching…don't tell me you haven't thought about it, because I already know you have."
"You're one cocky son of a bitch, you know that?" she asked.
"All I'm looking for is to spend the night with two beautiful women, no strings attached. And you and your friend are by far the sexiest women here tonight. I have the feeling you have the potential to be explosive in the bedroom but have always had to restrain yourself for one reason or another. And I'm rarely wrong about these things…am I wrong about you?" he asked, stroking her cheek with his finger.
Blair bit her lip and shook her head.
"Come back with me tonight then, I promise you won't regret it" he told her, finger tracing her lips, "I'll make it unforgettable."
"That's some sales-pitch" Blair said breathlessly, leaning into his touch.
"Satisfaction guaranteed" he smiled, knowing he had won her over.
"You sure about that? I've been known to be a convincing faker" Blair teased, dipping her chest down to give him a better view.
Like a moth to a flame, his eyes sunk right down to her chest.
"Trust me, after tonight you'll never be able to fake it again" he said.
"Sounds like quite the challenge" Blair said just as Serena came up to them.
"Hey, so are we doing this?" she asked, glancing back and forth between the brunettes expectantly.
"I'm in" Chuck said, never breaking eye contact with Blair.
"Let's get out of here" Blair decided.
Smirking, Chuck took one of each of their hands in his and led them out into the brisk night's air.