The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 8 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Blair / Chuck

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: A companion piece to Moving Violation – Blair finds she has an itch, she just can’t quite scratch and is forced to turn to Chuck for help.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER EIGHT

It started with a simple text: “We’re going dancing. Car will pick you up at ten. Dress sexy. Chuck XXX” Blair chose a deep red, satin knee-length dress, tailored to accentuate the curves of her hips and other assets, with spaghetti straps that showed a fair amount of cleavage and was cut at the back to reveal most of her lower back. She wore underwear to match, but in lace instead of satin, the bra, low cut and strapless, just barely covering her nipples while the panties high cut and skimpy, both more decorative than functional. She smiled at her reflection as she checked herself out in them before slipping on the dress as she imagined the way Chuck would look at her when she ended up in them at the end of the evening.

She considered fishnet stocking, but there was a line between sexy and slutty she just wasn’t prepared to cross, in public anyway. She finished off her outfit with a pair of red, high-heeled Minolo pumps, and a black velvet choker with a small, but detailed silver cat with a ruby eye at her throat and a simple red velvet draw string purse to hold her mobile and lipstick. She topped it all off by keeping her make-up light, except for her lipstick which matched the vibrant red of her dress to perfection. She left her hair loose, to frame her face and cascade down her back and over her shoulders. Telling her how to dress had been a subtle challenge typical of him and she had been more than up for it.

She should have known he was up to something when she’d gotten into the limo to find it empty except for a chilled and recently opened bottle of Chrystal and a note for her to enjoy. She tried to get some hint of their destination out of the driver, but all he would tell her was that Chuck would meet her there. He was obviously in the mood for playing games, so with a sigh she sat back and poured herself a flute and sipped it as they drove. They stopped and the driver opened the door for her and she stepped out. She couldn’t say where exactly she was, but the sign above the velvet roped entrance and the crowd gathered there, proclaimed it to be Club Phoenix. She strode straight to the entrance and a large gentleman unclipped the rope and ushered her in without a word.

The club was large and high ceilinged, with a long, polished wooden bar that stretched almost the full length of one wall with the dance floor taking up the rest of the warehouse-like space. Directly to her left and right were stair cases that led up to a second level which was essentially broad balconies that extended from the two side and back walls to look down on the dance floor. The latticed railing of the balcony had elaborate sculptures of phoenix and flames interspersed along them. On further inspection, she could see similar motifs and designs stylishly placed along the bottom of the bar and behind it. The place was packed, but not to capacity and the throbbing beat of the music had her swaying slightly to its beat as she looked around, wondering how on earth she was going to find Chuck in the sea of bustling humanity that occupied the club as more people bundled in behind her. Bar tenders busily circulated along the length of the bar serving customers. “I guess he’ll just have to find me.” She thought as she made her way to the bar and after only a short wait was able to order an Apple Martini.” She smiled to herself as she sipped it, because they hadn’t even carded her.

About, twenty-five minutes later, Blair was starting to get annoyed. She tried to peer through the heavy crowd, but there was just no sign of Chuck and she had just rebuffed her third offer to be bought a drink. Her mobile vibrated against her leg through the velvet of her purse and the satin of her dress where it hung from her wrist. It took her a moment, but she extricated it and shielding her free ear with her hand to block out some of the noise from the club answered it. “Hey, Gorgeous. You look exquisite.” Chucks voice greeted her and she looked around, again trying to spot him. “Where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting for you.” She queried when she still couldn’t spot him in the crowd or along the bar. “I’m around.” He replied cryptically and she started scanning the balconies without success. “Will you stop playing around and tell me where you are or have the decency to come out from where ever it is you are hiding, Chuck.” She suggested in annoyance with a bite to her tone.

“Decency? Me? You might want to cut back on the drinking a little, Blair. It’s starting to affect your judgement.” He quipped back and she could hear amusement dripping from his lips. “Blair, go to the bathroom and take off your underwear.” He instructed before she could retort. “What?” she queried incredulously and actually took the phone away from her ear and looked at it to see if it was working correctly. “Unless you’ve grown a lot more adventurous than I give you credit for, in which case I apologize, you are wearing underwear. Go to the bathroom and remove it. I’ll call you back when you exit the bathroom.“ he clarified his instructions. “Whoaw, Chuck… I’m not going to… Not here. Take me back to your place, we can do what ever you want.” she protested. “Just do it, Blair. You know you want to. I bet you’re even just a little wet with curiosity. “ he continued, un-dissuaded. “I am not.” She retorted indignantly shifting slightly as her sex twitched and made her words a lie. “Just go to the bathroom, Blair. It really isn’t a big deal. I’d lay even money, more than half the girls in here aren’t wearing any either. Do it, or we can just call it quits.” He changed tack from cajoling to threatening.
They had both thrown out that particular threat on several occasions over the last few weeks when either had sort a specific preference, but always in the heat of passion when the outcome didn’t really matter. There was cold, steel in his ultimatum she hadn’t heard since that first time at his apartment. “I’ve got something… special planned. Don’t ruin it.” He informed her and then she heard the click of his phone disconnecting. Blair looked around again, almost desperate to find him. She had no idea what he had planned, but he had packed the word surprise with so much suggestive meaning and dark possibility she actually felt afraid. She took a heavy gulp of her martini, draining it.

She should just leave, grab a cab and go home. “He’ll come to his senses, won’t he?” she wondered as she gnawed at her lower lip. Her finger hovered over the buttons of her mobile and then she snapped it closed and put it back into her purse. It took her moment, but she located the bathroom and strode toward it, making her way through the crowd. Luckily, the line wasn’t too long, but by the time she got into a stall and closed the door behind her she had a tight knot in her stomach, but the folds of her sex were also swollen and moist while her nipples were tingly and hard as her mind had run through dozens of possible scenarios as to what Chuck was up to. She stripped off her bra and panties with a little effort, and straightened her dress once she was done and stuffed the lacy undergarments into her purse. She reached for the door, but then sat down instead. “I can still leave. Just walk out the bathroom door and keep going. This was madness. She couldn’t let him do anything that required her not to be wearing underwear in a crowded club.” She tried to convince herself.

After a couple of deep breaths, she had left the stall and the bathroom, but did not make for the exit. Her mobile rang again and she had a little more trouble retrieving it from her purse, without revealing the underwear she had haphazardly stuffed into it. “Very good.” He greeted her as she answered the call. “What now?” she asked, very aware of how the material of her dress felt over her now completely naked skin. The slightest movement made the dress whisper titillating messages to her nerves and despite her nervousness, her nipples were hard and she kept having to fight the urge to adjust her dress incase they were showing without the added layer of her brassier. “Go up the stairs on your left, then go all the way to the end of that balcony. You’ll find a door and in front of that door, you’ll find my man Terence. You can’t miss him crew cut, built like freight train. All you have to do is tell him you’re Tracy, Chuck’s little bitch and he’ll let you through. Follow the stairs on the other side of that door and see where it leads you.” He instructed. “What the hell is this? Alias or something? Is this like your sick, spy guy fantasy?” she asked in exasperation. “Something like that… maybe.” He replied mysteriously. “See you soon.” He encouraged and taunted with an irritating little chuckle before the phone went dead.

She growled and ground her teeth in frustration, again looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her tormentor. She actually took two steps toward the exit before she turned and followed his instructions. The man at the door was as Chuck described him except scarier looking, he had a scar over his left eye and he towered over her as she stopped in front of him. “I’m here for Chuck.” She told him, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. He held up his hand to his right ear and appeared to be listening and then shook his head, remaining unmoving. “I’m with Chuck. He’s waiting for me.” She tried again and he again just shook his head. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment, cursing Chuck as vehemently as she could, her fists clenching at her sides. She opened her eyes and straightened her shoulders. “Terence, I’m Tracy, Chuck’s little bitch.” She told the man with as much civility as she could muster and a heavy, defeated sigh. Terence didn’t quite manage to keep a straight face, but at least he tried as he opened the door and ushered her through it.

On, the other side of the door, was a landing with stairs leading down and another set leading up. She shook her head. It was like he was tempting her with choices, testing how well he knew her. That’s what irked her the most, he knew her too well, as she started up the stairs. The stairway was narrow. long and steep and walking up them made the inside of her thighs and other bits rub together in delicious torture. She paused to curse him again, this time out loud and give herself a moment to regain her composure. At the top of the stairs was another door, which opened easily as she pushed at it. A cool breeze caressed her face as she stepped out onto the roof of the club. She could see the New York skyline spread out before her under a dark tapestry filled with the sparkling diamonds of stars, sharing the sky with a bright, large, fullmoon. There were four large triangular skylights that looked into the club and also dimly lit the roof. “Hello, Blair.” Chuck’s voice issued from the shadows and she turned to face him, startled. “Dammit, Chuck. That wasn’t funny.” She scolded him, moving towards him until she could at least see him. “Stop right there, you really improve the view.” He told her. He was reclining in a deck chair, tumbler of what she assumed would be scotch in his right hand, looking as if he would be at home next to a pool, if it hadn’t been for his Savelroe suit and Gucci wingtips.

“Did you do what I told you before you came up here?” he queried, taking a sip from the tumbler, the ice tinkling as it hi the glass. “Yes.” She replied simply, almost as annoyed with herself as with him as she wondered why she was where he had told her to stop and not over by his chair slapping the smug off his arrogant face. “Not that I don’t trust you, Blair, My Sweet, but show me.” He told her with a slight tilt of his head and a quirked eyebrow. She really did want to strangle him, but she removed her underwear from her purse and waved them at him. He licked his lips and shook his head slowly. “Uh uh, that just won’t do, Blair. I said, show me.” He repeated. “Oh, come on. You have to be kidding me?” she exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “Show me or you won’t get your surprise.” he gave her an ultimatum in a singsong voice, shaking his glass and making the ice cubes rattle musically. “Fine.” She almost spat, looking around to make sure no one else was on the roof or that there were no windows that looked across or down on her before she hiked up her dress and exposed her sex to him and the cool night breeze.

“Very nice, very nice indeed.” He complimented as he got up, placing his tumbler on the armrest of the deck chair before shrugging off his jacket. The top two buttons of his white silk shirt were unbuttoned and he wasn’t wearing a tie. She dropped her dress, the material whispering its way down her thighs, but before she could express her anger, his lips were pressed to hers and he had pulled her body hard against his. She could feel his erection against her belly, hot, hard and throbbing with vibrant life. His hand wound into her hair, massaging her scalp as he plundered her lips and her angry words disappeared unspoken around his probing tongue and her body melted into his passionate embrace. She could taste the scotch on his lips and in his mouth as her tongue wrestled with his as she surrendered to the desire he evoked in her, grinding against him. She broke the kiss, and taking his hand, attempted to lead him back to the sturdy and inviting looking deck chair, but he wouldn’t budge. “Your surprise is this way.” He told her, nodding his head at the nearest of the skylights.

Blair frowned, but let him take her purse and toss it onto the deck chair on op of his jacket and lead her over to the skylight, specifically the centre pane of glass. She could see the whole club, the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor as well as the people watching from the balconies. She now knew where he had been watching her from since she entered the club. He took her hands and placed them on the metal frame on either side of the pane, leaning her forward and she could feel the vibration of the heavy base in the music playing in the club. He bent over her, his front warm against her back and the bulge of his erection pressed against the crack of her ass, his breath hot against her neck and ear. “Look down.” He instructed. She hadn’t noticed, but it seemed the back of the balconies were actually separated into lavish VIP rooms, curtained off from the rest. From, her vantage point she was looking down on a couple, apparently deep in conversation. “What?” she asked confused. “Just keep watching.” He whispered, nipping at her earlobe and slowly rubbing his cloth-clad erection between her buttocks. The couple started to kiss, hands roaming eagerly and passionately. They shifted until the girl was straddling the guy as he stretched out on the sofa. Blair licked her lips as she saw the guy reach up and fondle the blonde woman’s breasts. “You like?” he asked, his arms wrapping around her and his hands cupping and massaging her breasts through the satin of her dress and she moaned her response.

The woman on the sofa below them reached behind her neck and unfastened her dress, letting the front fall forward and exposed her naked breasts to the man, who sat up and buried his face in them, his hands sliding over her hips to cup and squeeze he woman’s ass. Chuck’s hands left her breasts and she made a little sound of disappointment, but she was too fascinated by the sight unfolding below to complain. She heard the metal click of him undoing his belt and after a short pause, the rasp of his zipper being pulled down as the woman dragged the man’s t-shirt off over his head before guiding his mouth to the nipple of her right breast. She could also see the woman rock back and forth as she ground on the man. She felt Chuck hike up her skirt, this time glad for the chill of the night air as it cooled her heated sex. She reluctantly turned her head away to look at Chuck. “Who are they?” she wondered. “I have no idea. Who would you like them to be?” he queried. “Tell me their story, Blair.” He continued before when could enquire more. She drew in a heavy breath as she felt the thick pointed head of his cock being slid up and down the length of her moist slit, parting her folds and brushing her clit sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. “Tell Me.” He urged, teasing her and moving away when she pressed back in an attempt to impale herself on him.

“Her name is Tessa, but she prefers to be called Tess. His name is Thomas. They just met tonight. She seduced him, she likes the way he looks. She likes the bad boys, tall, dark and brooding. She’s not from New York. She won’t see him again after tonight. She came here looking for a one night stand and he’s it.” She told him returning her gaze to the couple and gasped as he drove into her with a hard thrust, filling and stretching her channel and forcing her to brace herself against his passion. He lay his hands over hers, his fingers lacing with hers as he pierced her intimate core and ground hard against her ass, stirring her molten centre as she rolled her hips in tight little circles in response to his rocking hips. “God, you always feel so good.” He admitted, kissing the side of her neck. She heard herself sort of whine softly, as Chuck started to screw her slowly from behind while below, Jess had scooted back and had unbuckled and undone Thomas’ pants and drawn his quite impressive manhood from his boxers. She began to stroke him, and Blair could see his hips buck, thrusting into her fist before she flicked back her hair and lowered her head to take him in her mouth.

She had to tilt her head slightly, but she could see Tessa’s lips slowly stretch around and slide down Thomas’s shaft. Whoever Tess was she knew what she was doing, because with only the slightest pause, she kept going until her nose was buried in his pubes before her head began to bob up and down. She almost cheered when Thomas gathered Tess’ blond hair away from where it had fallen down around her face, obscuring the fine blowjob she was giving him. He kept his hair buried in her wealth of lustrous blonde hair as she continued to suck on his cock with enthusiasm and obvious relish. Chuck’s hands left hers and then she felt the straps of her dress being slid off the rounded curves of her shoulder and he peeled the front of her dress down. She leaned a little further forward, trying to try and see more and her nipples grazed the glass. The glass was cold and her nipples with hypersensitive with her arousal and the contact sent a shiver through her that translated into a quiver in her belly that fueled her growing climax. She felt that surge again as his hands captured her breasts, putting the warmth of his hands between her breasts and the glass as he squeezed and pulled at them to guide her rhythm as he start driving into her with longer, hard strokes. She groaned as her body shook with the impact of him colliding with her, his thick shaft parting her clutching channel, making her flood, hot and wet to accommodate him. He kissed her neck and shoulders, leaving wet, tingling ovals of pressure that he would wash away with a swirling tongue.

She let him move her however he wanted, his hands occasionally left her breasts to change the angle of her hips or her stance, her eyes glued to the action below her. She lowered her forehead to the glass, grateful for its coolness. She pinned her lower lip behind her teeth and breathing heavily through her nose as the lovers below her switched positions. Tess wasn’t wearing panties either, as Thomas slid her dress up along her thighs and bunched it at her waist before lowering his head between her pale thighs. Blair couldn’t really see what he was doing, but she could tell he was doing it right by Tess’ reactions. The blonde woman arched and bucked against him, her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth wide open. One hand clutched her breast, the other his head. The erotic sight and thrill of voyeurism along with Chuck’s sweet cock delving in and out of her hungry snatch and hands and lips ever-shifting on her sensitized skin, had her orgasm clambering for release, but she fought its siren call. “Slow… Slow down… Just a little… Please.” She pleaded, her voice whining with need. “ Why?” he asked, hovering right next to her ear. “I… I wanna… want to… cum when… when they do.” She panted, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she thought she would draw blood as he did the opposite of what she asked and sped up, making her struggle harder as she was torn between enjoying the pleasure of his rapid pounding and stopping it from pushing her over the edge.

“Okay.” He finally capitulated and burying himself deep, going still except to grind into her ass. “So… You like your surprise. You like to watch, don’t you, Blair?” he stated more than asked. “Yes.” She answered softly, an answer that she hoped would keep him quiet and satisfied as she focused on the couple she was watching and a strange kind of admission to herself. TNT as she was starting to think of them, because they were definitely dynamite as well as having the right initials, had changed positions back again with her straddling him. Blair watched as Tess unrolled a condom onto her lover’s shaft and guided it between her swollen lips and glistening folds. At the same time Chuck withdrew from her almost completely, his dickhead just hovering inside her. When Tess lowered herself onto Thomas, Chuck slowly slid into her. “Fuck, Yes!!” Blair hissed as Chuck mimicked the pace of Tess rising and falling onto Thomas and she heard him chuckle deep in his throat. When Thomas reached up and fondled Tess’ breasts, Chuck reached around and did the same to hers.

Blair could feel herself start to tremble, her skin felt like it was on fire and her nerves zipped and fizzed with pleasurable energy and sensations. The wild beat of the music from inside the club vibrated through her hands on the metal frame of the skylight and merged with the runaway beat of her heart as it pounded in her chest. She could see Tess start to speed up and wished she would hurry up. She was loosing her fight to hold off what felt like a huge climax that had built inside her and was now randomly striking out through her nervous system in tensing jolts in a bid for its freedom to ravage and inundate her body, mind and soul. “Cum already, You Fucking Bitch.” She ground out between clenched teeth. Chuck wasn’t exactly helping either as he stopped mimicking the other couple completely and had taken one hand from her breast and had somehow managed to find her clit with his dexterous, knowledgeable fingers which fired heavy salvos of delight into her taut belly, battering her defenses as his pounding cock battered the tight channel of her snatch. But, she couldn’t complain. It just felt too fucking good.

Chuck was grunting above her and her own soft cries filled the night air, growing in volume as he drove her closer and closer and she was glad the glass in front of her was soundproof. Her entire body was starting to shudder as muscles rapid and randomly began to misfire. Her breath whooshed out of her and in heavy rapid pants, that misted the glass in front of her, making the scene below hazy and seem dream-like. She saw Tess throw her head back, with her back arched as Thomas bucked hard up into her and then Blair surrendered.

Her climax was almost more pain then pleasure with its white-hot intensity. It his =t her in a super nova blast that swept her senses aside, overloading them leaving her deaf and blind to everything else around her. She didn’t know if her eyes were open or closed, she didn’t know if Chuck had joined her in release or not, she couldn’t find enough of her mind to put together a single coherent thought as wave after wave of pleasure followed the initial incapacitating surge to drive her further and further away from herself and into a sensual, haze of sexual satiation. Chuck had given her some amazing climaxes before, but he had experienced nothing like this before. It was as if she were having a complete orgasm, both of the body and of the mind. Time lost all meaning and she didn’t know how long she stayed like that, isolated from the world, but finally awareness of reality started to reassert itself. The glass was cold and damp against her cheek and her breasts, Chuck’s weight was warm across her back and he was calling her name with growing concern.

She reached up blindly behind her and patted his head. Her lips and throat felt dry and she licked the former and swallowed to deal with the later, her breathing still a little ragged. “You okay? I lost you for a while there.” He asked. “I’ll will be in a minute or two.” She groaned, feeling him shrink out of her and her sex twitching and clenching in a vain attempt to hold where he was. He lifted his weight off her and she became very aware of the cool night breeze sweeping across the rooftop. She lifted her head and peered down again, this time into an empty room. For, just a moment, Blair had the unsettling feeling that what she had watched was somehow been a vivid concoction of her oversexed mind until she spotted the used condom lying on the floor at the foot of the sofa. She smiled, snorted and shook her head slightly in disbelief at what she had just done. She managed to push herself back into a standing position, but immediately staggered as she found her legs rubbery and her balance off kilter, and not quite ready to support her weight. Just as she feared she might fall, her back found Chuck’s solid chest and the support of his body. “Easy there, Tiger.” He quipped as he steadied her. He gently tucked her breasts back into her dress and replaced the straps on her shoulders, with a light kiss to each. “Thanks.” She thanked him as she leaned against him until she got better control of her body and lowered her dress, straightening it.

“That was something else.” She admitted as he led her back to the deck chair to collect his jacket and her purse. “It sure was.” He agreed. Blair grabbed the tumbler and drank down its contents in a single heavy gulp. The ice had melted, diluting the liquor, but it still burned her throat. It did leave a pleasant, radiating warmth in her belly and earned her an admiring look from Chuck. “How? How did you organize this?” she asked, curious. ”I’m a part investor in this club. And, the couple, what did you call them? Tess and Thomas, well, that was just luck and good timing. It was bound to happen eventually, it just happened at the right time.” He explained. “So, you don’t actually control the universe.” She stated. “Only the parts I can afford.” He told her with a grin and she laughed.

“Want to come back to my place?” he asked as he lead her to the door leading down from the roof, his jacket draped over her shoulders. “Do you mind if I just go home… alone? I’m just really worn out and I… I kind of need some time to process. This was just a bit… a bit overwhelming and intense.” She declined his offer, feeling like she needed some time on her own, but also not entirely happy at having to sacrifice having the feel of his body against hers while she slept. He turned and held her lightly at the shoulders, his eyes searching hers. “You are okay, though?” he queried. “I’m actually really good, I’m just tired and surprised.” She assured him, flashing him a bright smile.

Even now as she lay in her bath, she couldn’t quite believe it and not only that, because she was wondering if Chuck could arrange something similar, but possibly in a more comfortable setting, She didn’t know how, but if anyone did, it would be Chuck Bass.

TO BE CONTINUED

NB. This is my last update for this year. Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas or religious equivalent and a Happy New Year and thank you for all your feedback and reviews and hope you have enjoyed the story so far.