Ok guys this is my first Chicago fanfic so please let me know how it is and any improvements I could make! Also, I'm going to go into some detail but not too much. If you want more let me know! That's why there are reviews! Please!

A/N: I don't own any of these characters! They are NOT MINE! Except Joel… but none of them are mine!

"Velma Kelly, you are hereby sentenced to life in prison…you are hereby sentenced…you are hereby…"

Velma screamed as she sat up. Thank god it was only a dream she thought, as she looked around her room at all the familiarity it held. There was her chenille robe on the floor and there were her favorite leather Prada boots. Oh wow, what a dream. Wait a minute she thought, who's in my bed? Then she remembered the guy she met at the club last night. She must have been really drunk to not remember this guy. He's sexy!

"What is it babe?" The man asked. Joel. That's his name, Joel.

"Nothing," she purred, "just a bad dream is all." Her stomach fluttered as he ran a hand up and down her back. "Go back to bed."

"No I'd rather stay up with you." He raised his eyebrow suggestively. "How about a game?"

"Oh like what?" She laughed.

"Oh a little game called strip poker," he looked at her innocently even with hot eyes, "and you can make up the rules."

He only said that because she pretty much sucks at poker. Any other game you throw her way she'll whip you but give her a game of poker, any type, she can lose big.

"Ok, fine, but how about just regular rules and jewelry counts." She put on underwear, bra, tee, and sweats. Also she put on 4 bracelets on each arm, and two necklaces. That should last her long enough. All he had was boxers, pants, a shirt, tie, and jacket. Lucky me, she thought.

Velma grabbed her favorite deck of cards from her father. They had different drinks on each one. She made all sorts of new concoctions from those. Of course, being a male, Joel immediately appointed himself as dealer. The name of the game was 5-card stud. His personal favorite as that was the game they always played.

She got two two's, a three, a seven, and a king. Dammit, she thought, as she laid down her cards. Oh fantastic, as she saw the look on his face.

"Oh, you are way to good a bluffer," Velma groaned as she took off four bracelets. That was part of their "normal rules". If it's jewelry, its four pieces.

"Oh what can I say?" Joel laughed. He dealt again having won with a pair of threes.

This time she has to win, and by the looks of her cards she probably can! After all, three eights are pretty good right? She thought with a frown. If and he probably does have something better then its going to be a sock.

He laid down his cards, which were a pair of seven's.

"Yes I beat you!" Velma crowed into his astonished face. "Take it off, take it all off."

He took off his jacket.

An hour later he had boxers and nothing else with her in her underwear and bra. Who will win, she thought with a grin, if I win this hand I win!

A straight is what she wanted. Specifically a royal one. What she needed was a king and a queen. The game had changed to 5-card draw. Here goes nothing she thought as she laid down the two cards she didn't need and hoped for the best. The last hand she might have in this game might be a royal flush and she waited with baited breath as he slowly dealt her the two cards.

Velma screamed with delight. She had won. She almost never won. As he slowly drew down his boxers she just leapt on him in pure glee. As they kissed a tongue dueling passionate kiss she wondered how she could have scored such a great guy. Oh well, she thought as he slipped her bra off, to leave a trail of wetness to the tip of her breast. As he slipped into her she gasped in pleasure. She thought that if last time was good, well, this time is even better.

After Velma and her dance/singer partner Roxie Hart finished practice Roxie asked what was wrong with Velma.

"Why do you ask? Nothings wrong. Nothing." She said almost madly. "Ok, well, remember Joel? Well, "it" didn't come and now I don't know if I'm pregnant. I really don't want to be because that horrible Sunshine woman might just ruin my career saying that I'm a cheap whore or something."

Roxie moaned in sympathy. "Well, it might be late is all, I remember this one time I thought I was pregnant but no, I wasn't. I was just late. So calm down."

"Oh what would you know? This is bigger because I'M bigger."

"Excuse me? I'm your partner, in crime, if you want." Rox glared at her dance partner.

"Well, excuse me. I thought that I was bigger because, oh I don't know, I've been around longer, played more, and so on." She said sarcastically.

"Oh can the sarcasm."

"Can't. I always use fresh sarcasm. So there."

Roxie threw up her hands in exasperation. "Oh god whatever. You know what I mean."

"Hell's bells. Obviously I don't. Here I am having a near crisis and you're trying to play mind games on me. Fuck off!" Velma yelled at Roxie.

Roxie looked perplexed.

"What did I say?" She yelled at Velma's retreating back.

"If you don't know then you don't need to!" Velma screamed over her shoulder.

When Velma slammed her dressing room door she looked around, something didn't seem quite right. Little things seemed to be out of place. Her hairbrush was on the right side of her bureau when she left wasn't it?

"Well hello there Ms. Kelly."