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You STILL Can't Control Destiny	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 9138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: You STILL Can't Control Destiny
Author: pensfan100
Rating: NC-17
Summary Sequel to You Can't Control Destiny
Disclaimer:It’s fiction, so if either Hayden or Natalie ever read this, it’s made up!

*Author's Note: This is far from being completed. I haven't done anything with it in a while but many of you keep asking me about it so here is the first chapter. Whether I share the rest of it or not depends on the feedback. After all, you may not like it! And I'm still nervous about putting this out there.

Chapter One

The noise in the room flirted with breaking the sound barrier. The hoots and catcalls from the guys practically shook the windows and Hayden expected the police to show up any minute responding to complaints about the noise. This was New York City, however, so who knew if anyone even cared. Right now two beautiful, sexy blond twin sisters were writhing in front of him, stripping one garment off after another.

Out of the corner of his eye Hayden caught his best friend, Steve, cheering wildly, frantically pulling out one-dollar bills and encouraging one of the girls to gyrate his way. Looking to the other side of him he saw Tove whistling and Jake Gyllenhaal laughing and shouting instructions to Hayden.

“C’mon, Hayden, dance with them!” Jake yelled as Tove laughed and ogled the now scantily clad women. “You only have a few more days of freedom left where you can indulge in the variety out there! After that you’re stuck with one woman forever!”

One of the sisters glided around the chair Hayden had been pushed onto. Twisting and rolling her hips she straddled his lap and edged closer, her lips touching his ear.

“Yes, Hayden,” the breathing words tickled, “why don’t you and I go into the bedroom and I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget. My sister would be more than happy to take you on, too. Just the three of us. It’ll make your honeymoon night pale in comparison.” Her tongue slid along his ear and he jumped jerking his head away. But turning his head only got his mouth in the way and she eagerly pounced, planting her lips on his and prying his mouth open while grinding into his lap.

All the guys in the room burst into cheers as the girl reached behind her and unhooked her bra then slowly slid it off. Hayden couldn’t see anything and was fighting the tongue trying to take out his tonsils, but he heard the guys erupt into more cheers.

As the girl pulled away she gave Hayden a sultry look and licked her lips. No sooner had she stepped back than her sister took her place, whispering graphically what she’d like to do to him before repeating her sister’s performance.

This had been kind of fun at first. He had been brought here blindfolded but he knew it was Jake’s place. The first thing he recognized was the spot where Natalie had kissed him letting Anna Kournikova and everyone else in the room know he was hers. He loved it when she got all possessive about him.

But no females were here tonight, until now. The only women had been the ones in the adult movie on the big screen TV. And it was a raunchier film than most, if that was possible. Hayden didn’t even think three-fourths of what he saw was even possible to accomplish! And the little person and the tall woman…Hayden found himself more bewildered than turned on.

Then these two showed up and he still hadn’t figured out who was behind this little show. As the sister moved away Hayden noticed that under all that make up there was a brittleness about the eyes, a hardness and cynicism one must get from making a living like this. And, holy crap, could a female’s breasts really be that round and large? They had to be implants.

Natalie didn’t strut around on four inch heels and take her clothes off in front of strange men, and she wasn’t busty and curvy like this, but she had the softest skin and the most beautiful, dewy, brown eyes he’d ever seen. He got lost in them all the time. And when she smiled her whole face lit up, even her eyes. For Pete’s sake, all she had to do was look at him a certain way and he was hard as a rock!

As soon as there was a space, Hayden slid off the chair sideways and traded places with Steve. “Your turn!” He shouted above the din and grinned. Both girls made a slight moue of disappointment before turning their charms on the handsome guy in the chair. Steve yelled a hearty thanks to Hayden who stepped out of reach. Digging in his pocket for his cell phone he hurriedly sent Natalie a text message.

Meanwhile…

The male stripper was down to his G-string and the girls were going wild. Sure of his attraction he turned his back on Natalie and clenched his buttocks in front of her then shook them rapidly. The ladies clapped and whistled and Natalie turned and glared at Chelsea. She knew exactly who was behind this little performance. Chelsea smirked and shrugged it off. Natalie fumed. It might’ve actually been funny if the guy wasn’t such an egotistical jerk! And was that really all him in there or was it a rolled-up sock?

A moment later she knew it was him as he ripped the G-string off to reveal an even tinier one that barely held him in, a white one this time. As the girls screamed Natalie jumped up and moved away but he came after her gyrating suggestively. She backed away coming to an abrupt halt when she hit the wall. Inches away from her he danced closer, his penis obviously hard and straining against the thin fabric. Well, at least someone was enjoying himself. An inch closer and it was going to touch her.

“Want me to take this one off, too?” He grinned with a leer. “I’d be more than happy to show you what you can have tonight.” His voice rose. “What’d ya say, girls? Shall I take it all off?”

“Yes!!” They yelled. “Take it off! Take it off!”

Natalie squealed as he reached down for the string on his hip and darted to the side before he could guess her action. She ran around the couch keeping it between them.

“Don’t you dare!” She warned him. “You’re not allowed to be completely naked!”

He pouted. “Aw, don’t be such a spoilsport, baby. They’ll never know. Now, who wants to see what I’m packin’?”

The shouts for him to do it grew louder as Natalie felt her phone vibrate in her pants pocket. Breathing a sigh of relief she turned her back on the sight just as he ripped the last G-string away. The applause and giggles told her he was real, all right. Unable to help herself she peeked. Quickly, she turned away, her mouth gaping in astonishment. Wow, she thought, I didn’t know they grew that big! That thing would split a girl in two! She shuddered.

He’d called her ‘baby’ and made it sound dirty and lewd. When Hayden called her ‘baby’ she went weak all over. His deep voice sent shivers through her. This creep needed a reality check.

Natalie read the text message and grinned.

HELP! I WANT TO SEE YOU! I WANT TO BE WHERE YOU ARE!

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Natalie muttered, thinking of this guy being thrown out the door, minus his clothes, by Hayden. This would not go over well with him at all! Quickly she sent a reply:

GIVE ME A 30-MINUTE HEAD START. MEET ME AT HOME. LOVE YOU.

A quick answer came back:

30 MINUTES!? WHY 30? OH, ALL RIGHT BUT THESE TWINS ARE DOWN TO ALMOST NOTHING AND IF ONE OF THEM TRIES TO CLIMB ON ME AGAIN…

Natalie’s jaw dropped. Twins? Climbing on him? Furiously, she punched in and sent back:

GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! NOW! BUT GIVE ME 30 MINUTES. AND LET YOURSELF IN.

Hayden grinned to himself. Making sure everyone was still paying attention to the strippers he scribbled a hasty note and quietly let himself out of the apartment never seeing Tove look and grin as the door clicked shut.

By the time Hayden got back to their new apartment an hour had ticked by. To waste time he’d caught a cab to Broadway and walked a few blocks just watching the people going into the theaters. People watching had become a pleasant pastime for him. As an actor he worked to hone his observational skills. Tonight it was hard. All he wanted to do was get home to Natalie. He still couldn’t believe the whole experience had left such a bad taste in his mouth. Two girls. Supposedly that was every guy’s fantasy, but all he could think about was Aids, everyone watching, and losing Natalie. None of them appealed to him. Especially the latter!

The doorman greeted Hayden with the ease and friendliness familiarity brings. Hayden returned the greeting as he stepped into the elevator. Once inside he drew out his key chain and selected the key to the apartment door. It was odd that she wanted him to let himself in. Usually she beat him to the door and had it open for him or he just knocked knowing she was only steps away.

The key slid in easily and whistling to himself he turned the handle and walked in. The sight before him halted his tracks and absently he closed the door behind him. The room was glowing with the light of many candles, and a strange musky sent wafted past his nose. Incense. Sandalwood? A lone chair sat part way into the living room and on it lay a piece of paper. He picked it up and read it. SIT DOWN AND WAIT. One side of his mouth curled. What was she up to?

Having no choice and too intrigued to disobey, Hayden sat down on the chair and watched the shadows flickering on the wall. A moment later soft, seductive music filled the room. He cocked his head to the side as he listened. Middle Eastern music. Every muscle in his body stilled. The kind of music for a …

A light clanging of finger cymbals jerked him out of his reverie and he glanced over at the hallway that led to the bedroom. A small, petite form swayed enticingly to the music as she entered. Hayden’s throat constricted at the sight as the body oscillated in silent invitation. Jewel colored scarves made a swirling skirt that floated around the ankles where the candlelight caught the bracelet on the slim ankle. The skirt hung dangerously low on her hips, the taut belly rolling pleasingly. A miniscule gold bra top barely covered her breasts. A scarf trailed down the back of her head and a veil only revealed her brown eyes ringed in kohl, tilting them exotically. The eyes delved into his as the body continued to roll to the music.

“Natalie,” the name whispered from him.

Her arms flowed with the music, dipping and reaching, her hips and belly undulating in smooth arcs and waves. It reminded him of the sea, but in a sexual way. Everything she was doing reminded him of sex! Hot, carnal, passionate, tempestuous, lustful sex! The sensuality of the dance and the hypnotic gaze of her eyes pinned him to the chair. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Man, he groaned silently, if there was a picture beside the word ‘sex’ in the dictionary she’d be it! How’s she moving her body like that? It’s like liquid!

The music faded away to a whisper then grew in intensity as it changed rhythm and tempo. Natalie twirled and danced closer, close enough to take one of the scarves and place it in his hand. As she danced away she left the scarf behind. A glimpse of thigh peeped out now and then where the scarf had been and Hayden swallowed. Her back to him, he watched her spine wind sinuously opposite the direction of her hips. Over and over she repeated the movement edging backwards a step at a time. Pivoting gracefully on one foot Natalie placed the end of another scarf in his hand. He pulled it free, his eyes on her abdomen and hips.

With the music gradually building, Natalie danced and swayed and undulated losing one scarf at a time. Soon only two filmy scarves remained, one between her legs in front and one flowing over her tempting behind. By then Hayden had grown so hard he literally ached! But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Where the twin strippers’ dance had seemed dirty and obscene Natalie’s was sensual and seductive, alluring and tantalizing. Her dance was for his eyes only. No one else would ever see this siren beckoning him to her like this, but boy if they did he’d be the envy of every guy out there!

I could eat her up! He thought. Did I just say that out loud?

As the veil across her face fell away and revealed her desire full force, he suddenly realized he was sweating. His heart raced frantically, pumping to keep him from fainting. Every graceful roll and thrust of her pelvis reminded him of her moving against him deep in the night. Where she had learned to move like this he hadn’t a clue, but he was speechless and tongue-tied. Maybe even drooling.

When she danced close enough her arms reached behind her to the clasp on the back of the bra top. He was sure his heart stopped! Slowly it traveled down her arms and drifted to the floor. Mesmerized he stared at her dusky nipples, the ones he loved to suckle and let her cast her spell over him. Reaching out he drew the last two scarves away. The music built to a frenzy and she collapsed onto the ground, legs folded under her, her back arched wantonly, arms stretching over her head on the carpet. Slowly her body rose, belly first, and faced him on her knees, the only covering the gold belt that had secured the scarves. Agile fingers drew it off and dropped it to the side of her. Through dark-rimmed eyes she silently coaxed him to come to her, her arms extending gracefully in front of her as if reaching for him. A tiny, mysterious smile curved her red lips. A knowing smile. A woman’s smile. As the last note fell, she lowered herself back onto the carpet in the same vulnerable position, her body laid out for him to behold.
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