Toxic- Britney Spears: My Little Secret Part 3

Lyrics

Baby, can't you see/ I'm calling/ A guy like you should wear a warning/ It's dangerous/ I'm falling/ There's no escape/ I can't wait/ I need a hit/ Baby, give me it/ You're dangerous/ I'm loving it/ Too high/ Can't come down/ Losin' my head/ Spinnin' 'round and 'round/ Do you feel me now?

Oh, The taste of your lips/ I'm on a ride/ You're toxic I'm slippin' under/ With a taste of a poison paradise/ I'm addicted to you/ Don't you know that you're toxic?/ And I love what you do/ Don't you know that you're toxic?

It's getting late/ To give you up/ I took a sip/ From my devil's cup/ Slowly, it's taking over me/ Too high/ Can't come down/ It's in the air and it's all around/ Can you feel me now?/ Oh, Taste of your lips/ I'm on a ride/ You're toxic I'm slippin' under/ With the taste of a poison paradise/ I'm addicted to you/ Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do/ Don't you know that you're toxic?/ Don't you know that you're toxic?/ Taste of your lips/ I'm on a ride/ You're toxic I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise/ I'm addicted to you/ Don't you know that you're toxic?/ With the taste of your lips/ I'm on a ride/ You're toxic I'm slippin' under

With a taste of the poison paradise/ I'm addicted to you/ Don't you know that you're toxic?/ Intoxicate me now/ With your lovin' now/ I think I'm ready now/ I think I'm ready now/ Intoxicate me now/ With your lovin' now/ I think I'm ready now

Written by Cathy Dennis, Christian Karlsson, Henrik Jonback, Pontus Winnberg

• Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Justin

Once we arrived on the roof's landing, Brian and I wasted no time indulging in each other. Every fucking time, without fail, his kisses intoxicate me. I feel drunk with them, drugged on the power I hold over him; the power he holds over me. Nothing will satisfy me except the next dose of him in whatever form of himself he gives me. Now that this feeling has become part of my life again, I don't want it to end...

And if I have my way, it won't!

As he strips me bare, the sultry night air caresses my skin and I welcome the feeling. He's still fully clothed for the moment and the subtle sensations of his jeans scraping my legs while the silk of  his shirt presses against my torso, is driving me insane. I feel myself moving backward until the concrete of the ledge digs painfully into my back even as the pleasure of his body pressed against mine washes over me. That's the thing about Brian. He knows how I love it when makes me walk that fine line between want and need; how he demands all of me, snatching whatever thoughts I have out of my mind with his tongue, leaving me a quivering mess seeking instant gratification.

He turns me around, ordering me to look down and watch the crowd. Behind me, I feel him drop to his knees. I know what's coming and I can't wait for it. I lean over the ledge, giving him full access to my ass. He smacks it lightly and I feel the action everywhere, the sharp sound reverberating through me, the fine hairs on my skin raising to create goosebumps.

We don't indulge in full-on BDSM often, but he knows that there are certain aspects of it that set me off like a cork leaving a champagne bottle. Spanking and pinching are two of them. I hold my ass up for more contact of that mighty open palm, loving the lingering stroke of his fingertips he applies after the initial sting to my backside. I feel him part my cheeks, blowing a wash of heated air at my hole. I can't help the tightening of my abdomen, anticipation of what's to come ruffling along all my nerve endings.

At the first flick of his tongue, I gasp and then sigh, as he leans in for more. The sighs become moans, more melodious than the music blaring from the speakers while LeRoy serenades the crowd. And as the music builds, so do Brian's actions until I'm spurting against the wall in orgasm.

What's it going to be, Ethan? Do you want him, or do you want me? Cause I want you!

Brian enters me right then, not giving me a chance to come down off my own euphoric high. The pleasure-pain of it registers, but it's a non-factor as he joins his body to mine forcefully, letting me feel and know that he wants me; that this thing between us has changed everything for him. I don't need the fucking words anymore as I once thought I did, I don't need to second-guess any of my actions thus far. What I need is this passion that's like a drug in its intensity, what I need is this man fucking me with all his might like I need my next breath. Brian grabs my hair and pulls me back into him, holding me still to receive him- all of him- while whispering in my ear.

Not just words, but promises, which I know he will never break. Words about our time apart, the anger, the desperation, the hopelessness... All the things I felt and couldn't find the words to speak. This wild coupling was about so much more than what we found in California; it was a claiming, a declaration of what he wants and what will be, because I want it too. God, how did I live without this feeling?

The truth of the matter is I didn't; I existed, nothing more.

Our mutual culmination happens as the crowd is applauding, and the screams for more songs from LeRoy ensue. But that is not what catches our attention as we come down from passion's peak. No, it's the argument happening between Michael and Ethan that is drawing our focus. Things are getting heated- Michael pushing on Ethan, while the other pushes back. And these are supposed to be grown men?

"I guess we should make ourselves presentable and go down there," Brian drawls, annoyed that our peaceful interlude is about to be cut short by the idiot brigade.

We watch as Lindsay makes her way over to Michael, with whom we assume is her new beau, in tow. This definitely cannot be good. I dress hurriedly and follow Brian down the stairs. We know that law enforcement is attending since Carl thought it would be best. We arrive at the edge of the crowd, pushing our way through to the front just in time to hear the accusations of both men flying fast and furious.

"Well if you had done YOUR FUCKING JOB, instead of playing fucking Cassanova to that Prince impersonator up there, we would know where Brian and Justin are right now!"

"It's not my fault that you couldn't keep track of your best friend or should I say the man you're trying to trap into marriage. Yes, Michael, I know all about the other part of your little- or should I say, not so little- grand plan. Your inability to get what the fuck you want is NOT my fault!"

"The hell it isn't!!!! You had one job- ONE- and that was to keep Boy Wonder from Brian!"

"I fucking DID! It was you who couldn't control your fiance!"

We all gasp, taken aback by the ultimate lie that's been told by Michael. It's apparent that Ethan couldn't have gotten that bit of information otherwise. It's always been Michael most fervent wish, and everyone knows it. But no one would dare to speak such idiocy, unless it was considered a sure thing. Which it most certainly is NOT!

"Don't you fucking worry about Brian; I'll take care of him! What you need to focus on is getting that fucking pop-tart away from him and refocused on YOU. But you can't, can you? After all, that guy let your secret out of the bag, didn't he? You and Justin deserve each other! Both of you are whores! You both fuck around for money. He fucked Brian for his, and you fucked him for MINE!!"

"Ethan, Michael, I don't think this is the time and place for this conversation," Lindsay interjected, only to be cut off by their continued squabbling. She looks over at me, shock evident in her face. She begins to tap Michael furiously, but to no avail. I definitely heard the last part.

"I paid you fifteen-fucking-thousand dollars to break them up; five to woo, and ten to screw! And even though I practically threw in that blond boy ass to sweeten the deal, YOU STILL DIDN'T FUCKING DELIVER! For all we know they are somewhere in the building fucking, and all because you couldn't keep that shaggy dog-haired Boy Wonder on a short leash!"

The silence was deafening, as it finally registered to Michael that he had let slip the most damning evidence against himself from his own mouth in the heat of his anger. I look over to Brian as he stares at the both of them as if he wants to rip their faces off. Lindsay still looks shocked... And scared? Why?

But wait...

"Fifteen thousand dollars to fuck with Brian and me? Fifteen thousand fucking dollars Michael? Where did you get the money?" And then it dawns on me what else my money paid for. "I want him arrested. Both of them! NOW!!"

"I...I, uh shit!" Michael stammers, as Ethan starts with his excuses.

"Now Justin, you can't mean that. I love you. I need you! You're my muse. That money was for us to go away together to start a new life... Please, you have to believe me!!" Ethan pleads.

"As if I would ever consent to be your permanent groupie, Ethan. That's what LeRoy wanted; not me. But you know what, it no longer matters, does it?" I'm pissed that there is actually a measure of hurt in my voice, but it can't be helped. Ethan, with Michael's help, fed me lie-after-lie at a time when self-doubt ruled my life. "As for you Michael, I'm happy to say that all of your efforts went for nothing. Brian and I still found our way back to each other. And although I still want my money back and will have it, you will face charges for embezzlement."

"You can't do that!" He spits at me.

"Fuck. You. And I sure as hell can and will." Melanie came up with Carl, and a contingent of police officers at that exact moment. "I want to press charges against them both. You knew about this, didn't you Mel?"

"Justin, I just found out the extent of their bullshit the day before yesterday. I was going to tell you tomorrow. I knew you would be too busy tonight to have this particular conversation."

Carl nodded his head at the four officers, who went to flank both Michael and Ethan. Michael is screaming obscenities and threats at Carl, telling Horvath that he can kiss his mother goodbye since she would never stay with the man who arrested her son. I don't think I've ever seen the mild-mannered detective with the unusually sunny disposition, given his line of work, look so thunderous. Between the high-pitched screeches from both Michael and Ethan, who were arguing with each other AND the officers, Carl looked as if murder was about to become an option. Brian must have seen the look too and thought to bring the conversation back to the business at hand.  

"What happens now?" Brian asks, listening to Michael ranting in the background.

Before anyone can answer, Michael breaks free from the other officers, who came with Carl. They were holding him by the shoulders and it was obvious that neither thought the whiny schmuck, still caterwauling about the unfairness of what's being done to him, would try anything. At first, it looked as if he was backing away to make a run for freedom but he switched direction, looking directly at me. "If I'm going to jail anyway, I might as well do what I've wanted to since the beginning..." All I see is his fist that was balled by his side, coming at me.

Before I know it, I'm watching him crumble to the ground, my left fist balled and reddened; throbbing in pain. His eyes are closed, even as the blood spurts from his nose, which is twisted at a grotesque angle.  

Daphne comes over to me then, leaning over Michael. "Damnnnnn! He got knocked the fuck out! Way to go Justin!"

The police haul Michael to his feet, dragging him away, as they do the same with Ethan. His cries of apology and pleas of forgiveness are falling on deaf ears. I don't want them! But the little devil that sits on my shoulder sometimes, is screaming out for a bit of revenge that I know will hurt far worse than the jail time he's facing. I make sure that he has eye-contact with me as they reach one of the squad cars.

Then turning to Brian, I kiss him long, deep, and passionate, while keeping my eye on Ethan watching for his reaction. I'm gratified when the fucker bows his head in defeat, tears falling onto his shirt and wetting the fabric.

"Justin! That was unnecessary and cruel!" Lindsay reprimands me, as if I should give a fuck what she thinks. But luckily for me, I don't have to respond to her. I guess she forgot that Mel was right there, as well.

"Stick a dick in it, Lindsay! Or should I say blow one, since you seem to be so good at it. If I were you, I would be worried about myself, especially since I know you were at the bottom of a lot of this. Ethan's actions regarding Justin's car, for example."

"Wait! Ethan did that to my car?! He's responsible for me going to the hospital?! That fucking... What does Lindsay have to do with it?" I ask, angry and wishing that I had punched Ethan as well.

Mel, who has not taken her eyes off Lindsay responds, "She made her usual suggestions, thinking that she would stay clean. You know how the WASP nest is, Justin. Well Ms. Plans is in for a big surprise, if my paralegal finds what we're looking for. I suggest you get a real good lawyer, Lindsay. If I have my way, you're going to need one."

"Brian... I..." she begins, only to be cut off.

"Don't, Lindsay... just don't. Between you and Michael, I don't have anything left for either of you."

"How can you say that? I gave you Gus! I'm your best friend! We've been through so much together!"

"Great! Now we have ‘Chucky the sequel'. I thought we heard the last of the ‘I'm your best friend' litany with Michael's exit. Now we have Lindsay," Daphne says. "Brian, if you believe this bitch then I feel sorry for you."

"Who asked you?!! You're nothing and nobody! Why don't you go back to your playpen, and take the blond boy ass with you!" Lindsay spews hatefully at Daphne, raising up to her full height and getting in Daphne's face. Big Mistake!

"Daphne, don't..." Brian warned, but it was already too late. Luckily, the man with Lindsay caught her before she hit the ground. Daphne's right hook, as always, is near lethal.

"I want the little bitch arrested! I want her arrested right NOW!" Lindsay screams, but Carl just laughs.

"For what? It was self-defense."

"No, it wasn't, Carl! That little she-wolf attacked me!"

"No, you tried to intimidate her with your WASPy demeanor and tactics. Instead she became a Hornet and stung you real good. Go home, Lindsay, but don't leave town. We undoubtedly will have some questions for you regarding your involvement with Michael, and this plan of his."

"But I..."

"Or you can stay and be arrested for trespassing. I'm sure with all the drama Michael and Ethan caused, the proprietors of the GLC will have no trouble pressing charges against another troublemaker. The choice is yours." Carl tells her, handcuffs at the ready to make good on his promise.

She obviously noticed that she wasn't going to get her way. "Fine! Clarence, will you take me home please."

"Sure thing, Lindsay. I hope you all have a good evening. By the way Mr. Kinney, I'll be in touch." Clarence says.

"You know each other?" Lindsay asks, frustrated and surprised at this bit of news.

"Yes. Brian and Justin worked on several campaigns for me in the past, when he was with Vanguard. I've since discovered that he opened his own agency, even before I met you. Our meeting is scheduled next week."

"But Clarence, with everything going on, and the fact that we're dating... Don't you think keeping the meeting would be a conflict of interest?" she asks, batting her eyelashes, trying to be what she considers seductive. To me, she just looks constipated.

"It's business, Lindsay. In that regard, I'm only loyal to my bottom line."

"But..."

"NOT ANOTHER WORD! You've caused me enough embarrassment for one night." Clarence says, as he leads her off.

The rest of the night went smoothly, as people went back to the festive atmosphere we created for them. Food and drinks flowed freely as the crowd began to circulate once more, enjoying the naughty games, plays, and music. The critics and other business notables there for Brian and I, were more than ready to forget the dramatic blip on Carnivale, and graciously steered the conversations towards furthering mine and Brian's business goals. So, as I see it, whatever other revelations regarding the Pain-in-the-Ass Association, as Mel has taken to calling Ethan, Lindsay, and Michael, can wait for tomorrow. It was time to party HARD!