Ride With Me, Part II: The Taming of the Spencer

Previously: Part I – Ride With Me [X, NSFW]

This one is for the mob. I mean, you guys went to all the trouble to gather pitchforks and torches, and peanut even got yelled at for her troubles.

I mean, really, could a girl ASK for better fans? I think not. So Dev and I agreed that another RWM was definitely the way to go.

Let’s see if Miss GAM nicks it…

Disclaimer: All things SON are owned by Tom Lynch / MTV Networks; however, if you plagiarise this, we will hunt you down like dogs and make your life a living hell.
Rating: HOT. Very adult. Not safe for reading anywhere in public. Best deleted from your browsing history after viewing.

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Part 2: The Taming of the Spencer

“No, I will not work for you. Now, get off my doorstep!”

Spencer attempted to shut the door, but Ashley’s foot was still firmly wedged in it.

“Hey, come on now, let’s talk about this.” The brunette put her hands up, and Spencer didn’t know if it was out of innocence or just protection.

“What is there to talk about? I told you: I’m not taking the job. That’s final.” The blonde crossed her arms in defiance.

“Look, can I come in so we can talk about this?” Ashley asked.

Spencer blushed, a sweet pink spreading across her cheeks. “No.”

“This is ridiculous. We can’t talk about this on the doorstep.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“You’re being juvenile.”

“Good, that will make me less employable.” Spencer replied firmly. “Now please.”

“I’m not leaving until we talk about this,” the brunette said stubbornly.

“Well, have fun on my doorstep.” Spencer tried to shut the door, but the offending foot was still in place.

“I can stay here all night.”

“Now who’s being juvenile?”

“Just let me in, all right?” Ashley put her hands on her hips. It only served to thrust her breasts that little bit further forward and make Spencer jerk.

“Oh for God’s sake, here.” The blonde gave in, opening the door wider and ushering the other girl across the threshold. “The living room is that way,” she pointed. “I’m getting coffee.”

And with that, she swept off. She returned minutes later with a tray holding two coffee cups, sugar and milk.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee so I just brought it all with me,” Spencer said.

“That’s okay, you’ll learn pretty quick.” Ashley grinned.

“I’m not taking the job.” Spencer reiterated with frustration.

“Why not?”

“You know why not!” Spencer exclaimed. “That’s not how I get jobs!”

“No, that’s how you get laid.” Ashley grinned again. Spencer glared at her. “Look, I know you didn’t do it for that reason. You didn’t even know who I was. But, I’ve read your resume, I’ve seen your interview sheets. You’re the best applicant we had for the job. I want the best. I need you to take this job.”

“After what happened? No way!” Spencer said. “I’m not stupid. There is no way we can keep a professional relationship going after that.”

“Who said anything about…”

“See!” Spencer interrupted, pointing an accusing finger at the brunette. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. How can I work with you when you flirt like that?”

“It’s not that hard,” Ashley smiled. “Look, the job and… other stuff, are not co-dependent. I mean, hell yeah, I’d kill for a replay of the elevator. You’ve got a wicked tongue there, Blondie. But I know how to do my work at work and keep my play on the side.”

“Well, I don’t sleep with my bosses. Before or AFTER I’m hired. So the answer is still no.”

“So you’re really saying no?” Ashley said.

Finally, Spencer felt like she was getting through.

“I’m really saying no.”

“Okay,” the brunette replied evenly.

Spencer watched her stand up, and then did a double take as Ashley began unbuttoning her shirt.

“What are you doing?” she squealed.

“Well,” the musician replied in a sultry voice, “if I can’t have you working for me…”

Spencer stood up, putting her hand over the brunette’s, effectively ceasing her movements. “Oh no, you’re not starting that ag-”

“I’m not starting anything,” Ashley whispered. She moved her hand from under Spencer’s and covered the blonde’s. Then she slid them inside her half-open shirt to cover one of her lace-encased breasts. Spencer shuddered. “I’m just… picking up where we left off.”

The brunette pushed her own hand, and that of the other girl, in soft circles. “Oh fuck, Ashley we…”

“You can feel that,” Ashley whispered. “Feel my heart beating for you.” She stepped in closer, her breath mingling with Spencer’s and causing a flood of sensation through the blonde. Leaning in so her voice was caressing Spencer’s ear, she whispered again, “There’s so much more to feel. What you do to me. God, what you do to me.”

“Oh fuck,” came the hoarse reply.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Any reply Spencer was about to make was smothered by Ashley’s lips crashing down on her own. Her hands went to brown curls instinctively, at first with a thought to pull away and then, as Ashley’s tongue swept over her lips, in a move to pull the girl closer. She parted, allowing the brunette to taste her, and groaned at the feel of her soft tongue probing.

Kissing back, she whimpered, pressing her body full-length up against the woman in front of her and sliding even closer when arms wrapped around her waist. After long moments of kissing, she slid her hands down to the half-unbuttoned shirt she’d stopped Ashley from completely undoing, and then finished the job for her. Her hands found skin, warm tanned flesh that lay there, pulsating for her.

God, it was happening again. Every touch, every kiss from this woman was enough to burn her deeply, driving any thoughts or inhibitions out the window. Spencer was never like this, never at the behest of her desires, except when it came to this one particular brunette.

“Jesus,” she heard Ashley mutter huskily against her neck.

Strong legs and arms propelled her backwards until her knees hit the couch. She teetered on the brink for a second, and then toppled over, pulling Ashley with her.

“Please,” she moaned. She wanted so much. She wanted the girl pulled against her, lips on hers. She wanted to feel it all again, the incredible heat and pleasure coursing through her. Fuck propriety, this was incredible.

Lips crashed down on hers again, tongues tangling in a sensual dance. Ashley’s hands made quick work of the buttons on her top, sweeping the sides apart and skimming up Spencer’s rib cage. The blonde arched up, as soft lips swept down her throat, stopping to suckle hard at her pulse point.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Ashley growled again, against her rapidly warming skin. Her knee slipped between Spencer’s, pushing up against the blonde’s centre. Spencer pushed back, thrusting her hips down against the pressure and letting it build slowly inside her.

Ashley was skilled, her fingers and mouth working magic across Spencer’s skin and her knee pushing the blonde higher and higher. Spencer lifted her hips up off the couch to let her trousers be swept off and then cried out against hot lips as fingers deftly found her wet, waiting centre.

“You’re wet for me,” Ashley whispered. “I like that. I like that a lot.”

“Please,” Spencer moaned, “Oh God, please.”

“You want me?” The whisper was hot on her skin.

“Christ, yes, please,”

“What do you want?”

As Ashley’s voice murmured in her ear, her fingers and body continued their persuasion, moving against Spencer in just the right way. It was enough to reduce the blonde to whimpering, incoherent noises. Ashley pulled away slightly.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” Spencer choked out throatily.

“Inside you?”

“Oh God, yes please.” Spencer’s head thrashed side-to-side as fingers stroked her, lighting fires and sending sparks everywhere.

Slowly and surely, two fingers slid deep, deep inside her. Spencer gasped, arching into the touch and thrusting her hips downward. She couldn’t remember anyone being this deep inside her, or feeling this good.

The brunette started a steady rhythm, deep and slow, with her thumb coming up and brushing circles across the tight nub of nerves at Spencer’s centre.

Her voice stayed strong, whispering words of encouragement in Spencer’s ear, every nuance and sound driving the blonde just that little bit higher. The blonde could feel it starting, her knees trembling and the pleasure building almost unbearably in her lower stomach.

“Are you close?” Ashley asked, hungrily.

“God yes, so… fucking… close,” Spencer panted, moving her hips.

And then she had to stop, confused and quaking, when she realised that Ashley’s fingers had also stopped, withdrawing almost the whole way out and not moving.

“What?” The blonde groaned, “Oh God, don’t stop. Please!” but no more movement ensued.

Just as her heart slowed slightly and she thought she might be able to say something, the brunette thrust again, straight back in, picking up almost like she’d never stopped.

Spencer grasped the sides of the couch, her head thrown back at the new invasion, moving rhythmically and frantically again. It was slower, but the pressure built again, harder and more intense.

Just as she felt her knees begin to give way again, and she knew it was about to hit her, Ashley stopped again.

Spencer’s cry of dismay filled the room. “Don’t stop. Oh God, why are you doing this?”

“You want me to keep going?” Ashley whispered in her ear.

“Yes!” Spencer wailed plaintively.

Fingers slid halfway in, making Spencer convulse slightly.

“Like that?”


“I want to make you come so hard, so damn good. I want to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. You want that?”

Spencer nodded, sweat rolling down her forehead. “You know I -. Oh!” She broke off in a gasp as fingers thrust deep inside her and then stilled.

“Work for me.”

“What?” Spencer cried out.

“Say you’ll work for me and I’ll give you an orgasm like you’ve never had before.”

“Oh God, you can’t…” Spencer cut off as fingers curled inside her, brushing so gently against the walls of her insides and so close to that one spot that would make her explode.

“I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, just say yes…”

“Ash-ley!” Spencer panted. The brunette was moving slowly, but not enough to drive the other woman over the edge.

“Just say yes. It’s all you have to say.”

“Oh God…”

“You can do it,” Ashley murmured. “Just say it and I’ll give you everything. Just say yes, that’s all you have to say, Yes. Say yes Spencer,”

“I, oh, God, I… Yes!”

And then Ashley was all over her, thrusting and touching, mouth frantic on a taut nipple, thumb brushing over and over until Spencer cried out. The blinding colours hit her as she fell over the edge, ecstasy filling every part of her body. It went on and on, the most intense, seemingly-never-ending orgasm of her life.

She fell back to the couch, quivering and stunned, her body slowly coming down off the high.

“Fuck,” she said.

Ashley chuckled into her shoulder.

Spencer shook her head, trying to clear it for a second. Then she realised what had just gone on. At the time, she’d been so crazed, so heated, she hadn’t really made sense of it all. But now, as she was calming down, an awareness hit her.

She was about to explode with anger when she became aware of her knee being pressed up against Ashley’s centre. Pressing upwards, and using her fingers to push Ashley’s hips down against her, she watched as the brunette swallowed and moaned, riding Spencer’s knee.

“Oh yes,” Ashley panted.

“Good?” Spencer grinned.

“Fuck, I want you inside me,” came the reply.

Spencer let her fingers trail down to Ashley’s waistband, creeping under and rubbing across the brunette’s clitoris over her underwear. She earned a cry for her troubles.

Expertly flipping them over, she slid her hand back into Ashley’s trousers and found the warm, wet entrance to her.


“Yes,” Ashley hissed.


“God, yes.”

Spencer withdrew her hand and stood up, buttoning her shirt.

“Too fucking bad,” Spencer growled. “Get out.”

“What?” The confusion and frustration showed on the brunette’s face.

“Get the hell out of my house.”

“Spencer,” Ashley stood up, shakily.

“No, that was some fucking trick you pulled. I’m not working for you and, to be frank, I don’t want to see you ever again. Get the fuck out of my house.”

To her surprise, the brunette grinned. “Oh, come on, you said yes.”

“Under pretty strained circumstances!” Spencer exclaimed in exasperation.

Ashley buttoned her clothes and smoothed herself down, apparently resigned to her chances of any further sex. “Fine, see you Monday.”

“You’re really something, you know,” Spencer said, stunned. “Read my lips, Davies. I’m. Not. Working. For. You.”

“Uh-huh, see you Monday,” the brunette said, walking towards the door.

“I won’t -”

“Monday!” Ashley said cheerfully, opening the front door. She shot Spencer a cheeky grin and then closed the door.

Spencer stared dumbfounded at her closed front door, and then ran a shaky hand through her hair.

Now what?

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Next up: Part III – The Mile High Club [X, NSFW]


  1. iocaste
    Posted 28 October 2008 at 6.28pm | Permalink

    You’re so gonna be there Monaday morning, Spencer! :P

  2. lilcam2525
    Posted 28 October 2008 at 7.15pm | Permalink

    Hell I love this. We’re ALL going to be there Monday.

  3. evilgiraffe
    Posted 28 October 2008 at 7.49pm | Permalink

    I think it funny that Ashley is so much better at this game than Spencer. Spencer didn’t tease for long or take it too far and Ashley managed to just stop and say OK fine, see ya. Spencer should just give up and give in now, she is never going to win.

  4. Ringo/Ashes/Tree
    Posted 28 October 2008 at 11.17pm | Permalink

    Guh. Tree needs cigarette.

    Tree needs girlfriend.

    Tree needs more story.

    See? See what your writing does to me? It reduces me to Cave-Tree.

  5. jmh
    Posted 29 October 2008 at 2.59am | Permalink

    Like I said on part 1, NEVER get tired of reading this clom and it always affects me the same each and everytime I read it :)

  6. enchris
    Posted 29 October 2008 at 5.28am | Permalink

    DAMN that was hot!! I agree with Tree, i need a girlfriend…or a cold shower.
    Spencer is so going to show up on Monday, isn’t she?

  7. 2bz2breading
    Posted 29 October 2008 at 10.02pm | Permalink

    Well, I guess Spencer willbe starting work on Monday. That was hot.

  8. Mariska
    Posted 2 November 2008 at 6.40pm | Permalink

    Stumbled unto to this site. Well..I googled SON and you came up. Glad of it. Haven’t slept all weekend. Been reading your fics. You’re both amazing. More sex than I’m used to reading. Not complaining…believe me defo not complaining. It’s all nice…so so nice. Still working through your fics. Like this one. Love everything I’ve read so far. Just wanted to drop a word. Tell you I’m a fan and I appreciate your work.

  9. Keshia
    Posted 1 January 2011 at 3.25am | Permalink

    Moan-day, eh ;)

    I have read these, like, 3 times. Is that creepy? Lololololol.

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