35 comments/ 27146 views/ 15 favorites Underneath the Mask Ch. 02 By: CruelToBeKind7 Brian took a deep breath as he parked his old Explorer a few houses down from Alex's. Taking Anne home had taken longer than he expected, and the memory of her attempts at kissing him brought a frown to his handsome face. Her use to think her small pecks were sweet, but when she leaned in to give her tight lipped kisses he had gently pushed her away. She just smiled as she opened her car door and waved before walking inside. He sat in his car, his head on the steering wheel, wondering what the hell he was going to do about her. He was in a similar position now wondering why he was even parking near Alex's house. The bass of her music boomed through the entire neighborhood, and Brian knew the reason no cops were ever called for the obnoxiously loud under-aged drinking party was because of Alex's father. No one would ever mess with the owner of Taylor Communications where many of the families were employed. He was one of the most influential men in their town of Sudley, Virginia. Alex got away with everything. Brian wondered if she was ever punished at home for all the scandal she stirred, but he knew the answer to that question before it fully formed. Once during a class debate on women's role in the stereotypical American household Brian noticed Alex was unusually quiet. Then he remembered that her mother had passed away years before, and he felt an odd pang of sadness for the quiet, beautiful girl next to him. Then she opened her mouth and quipped that there was no male oppression in her house, because a male would have to actually be around to dominate. Brian knew then that she had an absent father. His sympathy for her was immediately squashed when she began harping on the stupidity of the female for allowing herself to be subjugated, and they immediately got into a debate over THAT slanted opinion. Alex Taylor was no one you could feel sympathy for. Brian sucked in his breath and immediately jumped out of his car. Better to just get it over with. God, he was making it sound like he was about to go into surgery rather than a high school party. He was young, he should have fun. Even if it was with a bunch of idiots. Besides, he couldn't wait to see Alex's face when she saw that he had actually shown up. As he walked through her front yard, he passed a few stragglers that were either passed out drunk, hooking up in cars, or smoking pot. He was swiping at the potent smoke that was blown into his face as he walked into the foyer of her house. Brian dully noted how grand the house was, to the point of extravagant. The lofted ceilings, Baroque artwork around every corner, deep wood paneling on the floor and walls, and gold tinted... everything was way too much. From the look of the house he could guess exactly what kind of man George Taylor was. He followed the music and voices throughout the house until he reached her basement. He could hear Alex's excited voice above all the others as he rounded the corner. The first thing Brian saw was a group of about seven guys standing in a circle around her. They looked upon her in adoration as she made grand gestures while pouring out shots. And why wouldn't they? She was in her signature type of outfit. A tight dress that showed no hint of cleavage and was very classy on top but lethally short on the bottom. This dress was black, and her golden legs stretched for days and seemed even more shapely as she sat with her legs crossed on a bar stool. Brian wondered if she wore those dresses because of how small she was. She was a petite girl and had small, high breasts, but by showcasing her legs like she did made her seem more voluptuous. Just like, Brian mused, her outrageous personality always did. He watched on as the guys laughed at something she said. The one closest to her must have been the bravest, or maybe it was just his proximity, because he was the first to make a grab for her. Brian knew they all must have been a little drunk by then. Alex gave a strained smile as they guy hooked her around the waist with one arm and began to nibble on her neck. Brian watched as a flash of anger appeared on her face before she gave a light laugh and playfully shoved him away. Before he could grab her again she was up and heading to the middle of the room. Brian noticed that Management was playing from somewhere in the room and their song "Artificial Breathing" was on. Before Brian could be impressed by her music tastes he lost all ability to think when Alex started dancing. She began to slowly move to the slow, dark beats of the song. It was a sexy song, and every guy there stared transfixed at her beautiful body as she artfully danced alone in the center of the room. Turning, she saw Brian over her shoulder. He watched as she gave a slow smile and fluidly walked towards him. He didn't move as she came to stand directly in front of him, crossing over every typical interaction they had ever experienced. This was not like their usual relationship of witty banter or heated discussions. He knew that she was far from drunk with how much she was used to drinking, but she wasn't completely sober. Still, he didn't move. He was transfixed at the sight of her. She draped her arm over his shoulder and began to slowly grind the front of her body into him with the music. He remained frozen as she looked him directly in the eye and moved herself up and down his front. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back in waves as she leaned back while holding onto his strong shoulder. He could feel her from head to toe, and he watched as she gave him a slow, mocking smile. She lifted her head back up, and looked him daringly in the eye. She knew exactly what she was doing. Brian felt himself responding to her, but he did not take his eyes from the cruel tilt of her mouth. "I'm very surprised you came," she said in a low voice. She deliberately rubbed herself along his crotch. "Well, you haven't really come yet. Are you about to come Brian?" He jerked her away from him, wiping the mocking smile from her face. "You can't play me like these assholes, Alex. Are you trying to embarrass me? Make me feel uncomfortable? Well, it didn't work. Are you enjoying all of us staring at you in a trance like you're some sex goddess? If you're not a true slut, than you can sure play one." She jerked her arm away from his grip. Avoiding his eyes she walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Alex may be tough, but he saw the hurt look in her eyes as she walked away from him. He looked up and found the entire room staring at him in an open mouthed gape. He gave a deprecating laugh when he realized that no other guy in there would have ever reacted the way he did if Alex Taylor was rubbing herself up and down them and talking about coming. But he couldn't stand their drunken, idiotic stares. "What?" he asked angrily and stalked out of the room. After wandering around her mansion of a house, Brian found what he knew to be Alex's bedroom. He could hear Radiohead playing inside and gave a small smile. He tried the door to find it unlocked and slowly opened it. He found her sitting on her bed with her back to the door. She looked deflated, and his insides clenched at the fragility and smallness of her. He cleared his throat. "You have good taste in music." She made no noise or movement that she heard him. He sighed. "Listen Alex, I'm really sorry for what I said. But you know you provoked me. I know I still shouldn't have said—" "It's okay," she said interrupting him. She rose slowly from her seat at the bed, and the picture she presented of herself was not the deflated girl he saw before. She was collected, smiling, in control. The mask was on. Alex pasted on the teasing smile Brian was used to seeing. The words he had spoken to her earlier still stung. No one ever talked to her that way. Especially not a guy she was flirting with. She was always in control, and everyone played to her will. She wasn't used to someone falling outside of her resolve. She would just have to change it. "Are you hot?" she asked as she walked towards him. "I am." When she reached him she stared up into his eyes. How interesting they were, she noticed for the first time. Up close their dark blue had flecks of a light blue, which she had never seen before. She shook her head to snap herself out of her intense observation, and slowly turned around. "Unzip me." She knew she was provoking him. He wasn't doing anything, and Alex was afraid he would reject her again. She was about to lose her resolve when she felt his warm fingers touch her back where her zipper began. She held her breath as he slowly pulled it down to her lower back. She was surprised to feel that his fingers were callused although they were a pianist's hands. Manual labor must be what kept him so toned without being involved in school sports and be what gave roughened his fingers. She began to shiver. She pulled herself away from her thoughts and regained her determination. She felt her emotions slowly drain away from her one by one and her mind become blank. She turned back around. A small smile played at her lips as she brought her hands to his chest. She could feel the toned planes of his body, further testament to the work he'd done. Once again, Brian remained frozen as her experienced hands explored his body. Keeping her hands in motion she looked into his eyes. "Do you want me Brian? Do you want to see me?" He stared down at her in silence, but he didn't stop her. She reached for the ends of her dress and began to pull it down, where it fell to her waist. She had on no bra, completely bare for his gaze. Their eyes held before she watched his finally lower to look at her. His nostrils flared and his eyes burned as he took in the beauty of her. Her breasts were not large, but they were high and firm with pretty pink nipples. She could feel them tighten as she watched the heated look on his face. This would be her greatest conquest of all, Alex thought distantly. Any guy would have attacked her in lust by now, but Brian held back. This would just not do. She walked slowly towards him, stopping when the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. She could feel them tighten even harder distantly knowing that no other chest had ever felt as good as his. Her tummy fluttered and she began to grow nervous. He still hadn't made a move to even touch her, but his lustful eyes gave her hope. She noticed she was breathing hard and, surprised, realized she was getting excited. No one ever turned her on, usually just rutting in her for three minutes before orgasming and drooling on her breasts as she sat atop them. Taking the lead, Alex grabbed one of Brian's hands and brought it to her chest. She froze when he didn't immediately grope her. His hand lay on her chest, along side one breast as though he were feeling her heart beat. Her breathing grew more labored. He stared at where his hand lay and Alex never wanted anything more than she wanted to feel his rough hands cup her, sliding over her nipple. She pushed her chest out a little, hoping he would finally touch her. His hands did start to move, but it was to her back. He reached around her, grabbed the ends of her dress, and brought them up. Holding her gaze, he slowly zipped her dress back up and sat her away from him. She didn't move as he walked around her shutting the door firmly behind him as he left the room. She remained frozen as her emotions bubbled inside her churning stomach. Wrapping her arms around herself she knelt to the floor, holding her body tight so as to prevent it from shattering. Slowly, numbly, she rose from the floor and left the room. Pasting her teasing, flirting smile on her face, Alex walked down the stairs to the basement of waiting, lusting males. She would take one of them tonight, the one who presented the less challenge. She didn't feel like a conquest tonight. She felt like crying and didn't know why.