Title: ONE STEP BACK
Author: Myrtle S.
Category: Celebrities (RPF) Swimming
Rating: + 18
Characters: Michael Phelps, Ryan Lochte, original characters.
Some considerations: attention I raised the rating, what to say? Two chapters that I love and with so many "consequences".
"I have a vacuum in the throat
that I can not say if that is missing is the word now help me to understand
is a hiccup of thoughts that I'm not
or maybe just talk
I know because yesterday
strangled the heart
Negramaro
Chapter 47
Chesapeake Bay ( MY)
Northern Star - Main Deck
October 31, 2010
23.00
"Ry Ry ... Ryan ..." she stammered, hoping that stunned the former, from that moment on, my friend could help her to get out of trouble. "Eh? Coward! "He muttered, grinding his teeth when he saw him slope off to their heels in the crowd. But considering that he himself had been to organize the meeting, hope for his help was completely unrealistic.
Michael was standing there with his hands in his pockets, talking with your guests just steps away from her. In the beginning was taken from panic and the only thought that flashed through my head was to find a way to disappear. Then, a desire to tempt the most pungent began, gradually increasing in intensity and easing the fear.
The brain, or at least the part that still gave vital signs, suggested to run away, but a more subtle and persuasive voice that did not repeat them - God, how beautiful! - forcing her to watch it.
Michael had always found rather attractive, not because of the athletic body, but for a set of small imperfections in his eyes that made him irresistible. She loved the way she smile a little 'oblique and clumsy gesture that which led him to stammer when excited so inconclusive.
That evening, wearing the uniform, his smile seemed even brighter. Under the jacket left open, finished with a double-edged yellow stripe, could glimpse the official emblem of the Firefighters of Baltimore, sewn on a blue shirt. His trousers, slightly members on the buttocks, it showed the muscle pull. The yellow helmet, tucked under his arm, gave him an air serious and at the same time protective.
stunned, with the tray in her hands, and were seduced by the fantasies. Her cheeks lit up with shame when he saw materialize the image of him that breathing slowly between her breasts. Did not seem possible that a man had been his time.
"But what I'm raving" said blinking to wake from that dream with open eyes. He moved trying to make his way among the people to return to the kitchen. The plan was simple: find a quiet place and stay hidden until morning. And then, of course, chasing Ryan until the end of his days. To hell with that damn job!
And as he crossed the room without looking at anyone, someone gave her a push in the middle of the shoulder blades, causing her to lose her balance. He fell face down, twirling in the air tray with all the sandwiches.
The feeling of emptiness and the rush stopped breathing, but, unexpectedly, he managed to land on something soft, because the bones seemed to her still in one piece.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked a few inches from his nose.
lifted his face sunk between the folds of a soft cloth, cotton seemed. Smelled of aftershave and laundry together. He clenched his fists to rise a bit 'and, between the fingers, he found himself still that feeling of softness.
"I love this smell," whispered a bit 'dazed.
"I'm glad" the voice said gently warm.
"What is happened? "he mumbled to himself looking ahead. Slowly began to focus images. Although he would have liked it to be only the fruit of his imagination, the features that took form in front of her indisputably belonged to Michael Phelps.
He looked around. "You're finished!" Syllable in a low voice when she saw Ryan leaning against a column, raised eyebrows with sly air.
"Opppsss, so excuse me lady. I must have accidentally bumped "he said while pretending not to know it's a sly smile stuck on his face.
"I do not want to interrupt you, but you can get up, please?" Said Michael lying under her, "You're crushing the spleen with your elbows!" Made her this and endeavor to bring out voice.
"Oh God, yes, yes, certainly," stammered agitated by moving sideways, down from that mountain of muscle.
"Now that's better. Much better ascertained got to his feet, stretching his arms to breathe deeply.
Rebecca, sitting down, looking at him with his mouth open in shock.
"Have you hurt yourself?" Said gripping his wrists to help her get back on their feet 'Well? Lost your voice? "Asked by lifting the chin with his forefinger and looking into her eyes. Although the mask he was wearing a black lace offered her protection, Becky felt a block of granite in the stomach, fearing to be recognized.
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by accusations of Jeff Kendall, the billionaire who had organized the evening. "Idiot! Look what you've done! Michael, are mortified by the unfortunate incident, I will immediately dismiss this jurisdiction. "
Twenty-six years or so, shaving care, a physical dry and muscular. Under a tuft of golden hair rebel hiding two cold eyes, and emerald reflections. Jeff got up the collar of his jacket with Becky looking enough, making her feel nothing.
first and only son of one of the heavyweights of U.S. finance, after graduating from Harvard, he spent their days surrounded by beautiful models, sports cars and exclusive parties.
"Hey! But how dare you! "The girl responded by clenching his fists, trying to defend itself against accusations of nasty-looking dude that flawed.
"No there is no need," Michael interjected covering the voice of Rebecca. "After all, I do not mind being hit by a beautiful woman" trying to minimize the incident ended.
"Whatever. Back in the kitchen, you. Hurry up! "Yelled rudely. Rebecca refrained from kicking him only to avoid worsening the situation and the risk of being discovered. He hated the children of Papa and Jeff Kendall had all the characteristics to be. But that was not the time to give vent to his impulsiveness.
"Sorry" he apologized, lowering his head, walking towards the kitchen.
"Protester with the agency that has provided me with the staff, although I must admit that this woman is a tempting morsel. I want you to hear between the legs whoever pays the salaries, "said giggling, staring at the backside with greed.
Michael said nothing, but looked grim as he was clearly not amused by vulgar utterances. He could not tolerate that anyone would treat a woman with so little respect.
"Michael, if you do not mind, I wish you a drink in my cabin. When Ryan told me that he'd accepted my invitation, I was flattered. Maybe you do not know, but I'm your biggest fan. I was at the Water Cube when you won the eighth gold medal. It 'a real pleasure to meet you in person. "
He thought for a while, then decided to shake his hand. "Okay."
Maybe he jumped to conclusions on behalf of the man. After all, in recent months he had not behaved like a gentleman with the women and did not feel in a position to judge anyone.
When Jeff was gone, Mike Ryan asked about him.
"I really do not know him very well. I met him at a party in Florida a couple of months ago, but I can not say anything but he loves beautiful women and sport.
00:30 am
"You're here! What do you do on the outside deck? You'll catch pneumonia dressed like that! Is not it time to return to work? "
" I needed a break, "said Becky with a bewildered look on the sea surface. The moon shone high in the sky, reflecting its light onto the mirror smooth silver. The only sound you hear, over the roar of the engines in the stern, was the foam of the waves crashing behind the ship. He took a deep breath to fill your nostrils with the smell of salt air. "There is so much peace out here," he said with a calm voice.
"Baby, I'm sorry if I insist, but the boss has asked you." ;
"Would you repeat it? He is not humble enough before all the guests, "he asked sarcastically with his lips still pouting. "What I considered an inability."
Alice smiled. "You're a good girl, but damn naive. I am sorry to send you to the lions, but I can not help it if I want to keep doing this work. "
Becky stared at her doubtfully. The head tilted to one side almost touched his shoulder. Uncertain expression was clear that he had not understood what he meant.
Alice combed his long black bangs with his fingers and ran a string of lipstick to brighten the color.
"Go now, Mr. Kendall held a hand of poker and a few close friends that you want to serve in his cabin."
"Well, whatever. Now I understand why the pay is so high, "said panting, clutching her arms around his chest. "I can not wait to go back to Alec."
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Do not you deserve it, "murmured the voice rippled with Alice, seeing her leave. He wanted to warn her and explain how to defend against organized feasts that this billionaire in his bedroom, but would not tell her what was waiting for nothing. Jeff had his eye on her and hardly anyone could make him desist.
As he climbed the stairs to the cabin of Mr. Kendall, Ryan saw groped to entertain, showing off all his weapons of seduction, a Bunny vanished from the air and swollen lips as dinghies. Without receiving much success, judging by the elbow that the blonde had just trimmed the ribs.
"Serves them right," said Merry, finding a bit 'in good spirits and making a gesture with his hand to have a score to settle.
arrived in front of the luxurious suites on the bridge, knocked on the door. A bodyguard-looking little reassuring to accommodate said, pointing at the green table where some people had already started playing poker. The sweet scent of the colony of Jeff was felt by the meter away, so that the girl he thought he'd gone swimming. He wrinkled his nose annoyed, trying not to notice how the nauseated.
The lights of the four corners of the cabin lights were subdued, only a large central lamp placed over the card table lit up the environment. Everyone was talking quietly to not disturb and allow players to maintain concentration.
"I had no doubt" he muttered, raising an eyebrow when he saw the profile of Michael sitting next to Jeff. In the room there must have been around a dozen people, including close friends of the landlord and girls that seem to come from the latest issue of Penthouse .
"Come forward," Kendall asked her just saw her standing in the doorway.
With stealthy air reached them. One did not need an acute sense of observation to realize that inside was the only woman who did not get paid for putting their hands on by these men.
swallowed nervously. He had no intention of granting his employer more than that for which it was was taken.
"You got a name, princess?" Jeff asked, fixing his thighs.
grabbed the hem of her dress and tried to cover her legs as possible, pulling it down, almost as if to defend that look slimy. But the task seemed formidable saw a few inches of cloth which was sewn on her dress.
"So? Do not be shy. You tell me your name? "
" Re ... " held her breathless voice, saved at the last moment by a flash of lucidity.
"How do you like a princess. So I do not think one cares to know your name "he said with a plastic smile on his face.
Michael, focused on the papers, raised his eyes toward her. But a woman's hand, stroking his cheek, he caught the attention again. "You make me wait much longer? I want you ", whispered running his fingers through his hair.
"One more hand, darling, and then go to my cabin," he replied kissing her lips absently. The woman agreed, sitting on a bench a few steps. He had long curly red hair that he wore loose. She wore a purple dress, similar to what Michael had given Rebecca on Christmas Eve. But the gray eyes were expressionless and looked at Michael without heat, as if he did not care much.
Rebecca was annihilated. He did not know this girl, but she was sure, without knowing how, that even he had never seen before that evening. It was probably one of the many amenities that Kendall had arranged for his guests. Like the chocolates on the pillow or basket of exotic fruits had prepared in each cabin of the ship. Yet, despite the evidence, he did not believe that Michael was so stupid to settle for one that was paid handsomely to keep him company.
Jeff laughed. Annoyingly.
"So princess, you want to serve you a drink? Two cuba libre, an ice-free for Michael. Come on. "
"Yes, immediately, "said submissive even if he so wanted to send that bastard to fuck off.
With the tray in one hand, placed first for the glass in front of Michael, then handed the other to Mr. Kendall.
"It's not for me," said the man, moving with the back of the hand. "Come on, drink it."
"I do not think is the case, are in service."
"I'm asking you," he insisted without bothering to look a while with one hand was holding the cards and the other put out his cigarette in the ashtray.
He had to appeal to all of its good sense to bite the bullet and not react. He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
He felt a sense of vertigo to drain all that rum on an empty stomach.
For sixty long minutes nothing happened. Michael was playing poker with friends Jeff and continued to knock down as if they were spirits and fruit juices.
Woman who was with him, bent forward over her shoulder, played with his hair ruffled and biting his ear and whispered words daring, tempting him with kisses and giggles haunting.
"You have not yet tired of playing?"
Michael closed his eyes and nerves, leaving the woman's hand slips under her shirt.
He put the cards on the table. "For the time step. Continue without me, "she said standing up. Wavered, threatening to fall. A sudden dizziness forced him to stop in the middle of the room.
She began to kiss his neck and the physical urges of Michael began to be felt.
"You want to extinguish?" Provoked defiantly, passing his fingers on the sleeve of his firefighter's uniform. The swimmer did not need to repeat twice. He took off his jacket and dropped to the ground. The woman smiled and helped her get rid of the shirt also. I took her hand and made him sit on the couch, a few meters from the other guests.
"We I'll take you to play, "he whispered sitting down, resting on his legs.
And while his hands slipped everywhere, making him lose his head, Rebecca was staring at them amazed. He did not want to believe that that stupid boy so drunk you do not realize what he was doing, was just Michael.
"Well done, Phelps, I like who knows how to enjoy life," said Jeff urging him not to quit, while all present were giggling and enjoying the show.
"Princess, bring him a drink."
Rebecca was upset. Travel between the bottles behind the counter and prepared a cocktail, as she was told. He walked with slow steps to the couch with the pupils barred.
eyes on those hands that touched him and feminine the sound of his excited breath, he remembered right, caused in her a sense of jealousy and disgust at the same time. That was putting his hands on something that belonged to her and did not believe that he can lend itself to certain games. He leaned with his arms trembling, the tray on the couch, right next to them and stood transfixed staring at them.
"Thanks," Michael said looking into her eyes, grabbing the glass. It rose into the air to celebrate. But a sudden spasm broke his breath when the mouth of the woman slipped in between her legs. "Yeah ..." he whispered, putting his hands through his hair, asking her to continue.
Rebecca back, disgusted.
No, that could not be the same man who had known in Geneva. He felt less come to her strengths.
One of Jeff's friends sat on the couch next to them, not knowing what they were doing. He took the tray that Rebecca had used to bring him to drink from a plastic bag and poured a white powder. Then, after having carefully prepared, offered it to Michael.
"No," said Becky with a gasp, catching the attention of Jeff. May have been mad to the point of jeopardizing his career for a snort of cocaine? The bursting head and just wanted out of that room idiot and bring it with him. He felt faint.
Two rough and rugged arms squeezing the life smile.
"You're pale, princess. Drink this ... you will feel better immediately, "Jeff hissed offering another whiskey.
"I do not want," he said seriously trying to get away from that embrace.
not had time to object. Only managed to wriggle his arms just before that the man threw back his head to force her to drink. He felt a sharp pain in my stomach and a strong desire to vomit.
began to cough.
"Enough! I want to go away, "insisted scared, cleansed by the pouring whiskey from one corner of the mouth. His eyes grew moist with tears. He was afraid, short of breath as that of a wounded prey and hunted by the hunter.
staggered first right then left. "What is happening to me?" He asked confused, shaking his head and leaning at the table to avoid falling. "What the fuck did you put in my drink, bitch?"
"Nothing, baby. Take the Lead? "
" You bastard, you've drugged "with the mumbled thickly, while losing clarity and vision became blurred. "I ...."
"I knew I was going. I just realized I saw you. You'll be fine, you'll love "he whispered venomously by lifting her skirt and making her lie down on the table.
Rebecca wanted to scream, kick, skinned his face with his nails, but could not move a muscle of his body. That shit that he was forced to drink the numbing the mind, reducing it to a lifeless doll. The press felt about her breast with one hand and wet his belly with his saliva.
He could cry until the salty taste of tears slipped down his throat, because the skin of his face was numb and cold.
"Mich ..." she whispered with difficulty turning his face in his direction. But the boy was too taken by the service that her friend was offering to take an interest in her. He felt himself dying, thinking that only a year before he had confessed that he loves her, making her feel protected. Now, however, stood a few steps to her without lifting a finger, allowing a filthy coward did its comfortable against his will.
closed his eyes, hoping that everything would end quickly. He wanted to go home to his little Alec.
"Get away from her," cried a voice Kendall grabbing by the neck, dragging him back.
"Do not worry. Now I'll take you out of here "he whispered soothingly, gently rearranging her panties and covering her with his uniform, picked up from the floor.
"What the fuck's the matter, Phelps!" Jeff moaned, his eyes bulging with anger. He adjusted his tie and put his hand on his shoulder. "You already have your bitch to play around with. She is mine! "
" I should have trust my instincts! You're just a bastard who does not know how to throw money his father. "
Kendall laughed nervously.
"I do not accept sermons from a spoiled little shit like you. Look! You're drunk. You are a nobody, "he shouted angrily at being interrupted before his twisted game began. Jeff could not bear the idea of being humiliated in front of friends and on his own ship.
Michael ignored him and helped Becky to get seated. "Can Can you walk? "
" I fr ... cool! "stammered the trembling lips livid, and her bare legs dangling dead weight from the edge of the table and with difficulty he could keep his head straight. The drug, which came fully into the circulation, the lowered body temperature, making her shiver. "They stuck my jacket," he said carefully buttoning up the top.
The woman, who until a few minutes before he was having fun with Michael, he walked towards the door, guessing it was better for her to breathe deeply.
Michael narrowed his eyes, surprised by yet dizzy. Kendall was right about one thing: it was undeniably drunk and hated to have come down that way.
He clenched his teeth and making use of that bit of clarity that still remained in the body, took Rebecca in his arms forward toward the exit.
"I miss your old habit," he mumbled dazed from drugs, lying gently on her cheek against his bare chest. Michael paid no attention to those words inconclusive.
The shadow of the ominous bodyguard of Kendall blocked his way, preventing him from advancing.
"You're no different from me! You pay to buy what you can not have. Am I wrong or did you end up after Beijing newspaper and did you smoke marijuana and I have fun with your girlfriends? "Jeff said with defiance.
"Maybe I'm not a saint, but never took advantage of a woman against her will." Then he went on, without fear, with a shoulder pushing the cabin door.
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