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“Where’s what, B?” she asked with a wicked smile.
“You know what!”
“Do I?”
“The little movie you made last night on your cell phone,” Blair said in a forced whisper as if the people in the next suite could hear her.
“Oh, that!” Georgina said, feigning surprise. “That was quite a performance, I’m glad I captured it for prosperity.”
“Give it to me!” she snapped, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“But it’s mine.”
“You drugged us!”
“Maybe,” Georgina sighed, “But if I recall, it was Vanessa who made the first move. Not that you stopped her of course, and you certainly didn’t stop her when she dragged you into that toilet cubicle and stuck her hand up your dress. I seem to remember you enjoying that part quite a lot.”
“How could you?”
“The question is, how could I not? You have beautiful tits, B, and these gorgeous little rosebud nipples I would suck right off given half the chance,” she goaded and Blair’s cheeks burned. “I don’t know how I managed to resist. I guess I just didn’t want to be embroiled in something as sordid as a sex tape. What would my family say? And my friends? I’d be mortified.”
“You bitch!”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Georgina said with a triumphant smile.
Panic took hold of Blair and shook her. She had barely survived the scandal of Nate and Chuck, but there was no coming back from this - a lesbian encounter in a filthy club - that would ruin her. “What do you want? Money?” she spat, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Of course not. Like I need it,” Georgina sneered, obviously savoring every moment of this.
“What do you want then?”
“Serena’s mine,” she said firmly, and Blair shuddered, her blood running ice cold. “I want you out of her life otherwise that movie is gonna be all over Gossip Girl before mommy can fire up the private jet.”
=/=/=
“I need your help,” Blair snapped, pushing her way into the second suite that afternoon.
“Seeing as you asked so nicely, my love,” Chuck said smoothly, swaggering towards her with a playful smile.
“Georgina has a sex tape of Vanessa and I and I need it back,” she forced out, sure that it would be easier if she said it all at once, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
“What?” he gasped, and he looked like a kid on Christmas day.
“Yes, yes. I had dirty, filthy lesbian sex with Vanessa in a club-”
“In a club? Where was I?” he interrupted.
“Does it matter?” she screeched, “It’s on her cell phone, just get me it!”
“Fine. How?”
“Doesn’t your Dad own the hotel she’s staying in? Get someone to rip the room apart.”
“What’s it worth?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Payment on delivery, Bass,” she said, rolling her eyes and storming back out of the suite.
=/=/=
“Did you get it?”
“It wasn’t in there.”
“Shit! She must have it on her.”
“Don’t worry, it’s in hand.”
=/=/=
“Ah! Just as I remember,” Chuck sighed as he walked into her bedroom unannounced. “New sheets though. Very nice.”
“I like your purse, Chuck,” Blair scoffed, admiring the butter-yellow Gucci Hysteria bag dangling from his arm. “Really brings out the color of your skin.”
“Funny you should mention that,” he said, throwing it at her. “Georgina was having lunch today at Pastis and someone stole her bag. Bloomberg really needs to do something about the street crime in this city.”
“Oh, thank God!” she gasped, tearing it open and pulling out the cell phone, her fingers trembling with relief as she scrolled through it, trying to find the offending video.
“I believe you said payment on delivery,” he smirked, unbuckling his belt. “I brought condoms and lube.”
“Did you watch it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course. You dirty little bitch.”
“That’s payment enough, then.”
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