Just a note: Hey, everyone, this is NOT a Sam specific story. While she is hosting the Divorce Party with Maxie, its definitely not all about her. The party serves as a jumping off point to get the shenanigans rolling. This story is AU and takes place after Sam's divorce from Silas. It's a sexy comedy. It has been written for entertainment only.

This section was written by Daphne and AngelsInstead.

Divorce Party

Sam walked into The Floating Rib, a decided spring in her step. Dressed head to toe in black leather that hugged every taut curve, she felt sexy and she felt confidant. Most of all, she felt free. For the first time in a long time, she was free. Nothing and no one was tying her down anymore.

Maxie Jones spotted her coming through the door and squealed in delight. "Sam, you look amazing!" she enthused. "You're totally working the whole badass femme dominatrix thing."

Sam smirked. "Thanks," she said. "You look really great too."

Maxie fluffed the hem of her midnight blue, crushed velvet dress, and grinned. "Thanks. It's De La Renta. Too upscale and highbrow for this place, certainly, but I just felt like getting my sexy on too."

"Well you've succeeded," Sam said. She swept her arm about the bar. "And you sexy-fied this place too, I see. The 'Happy Divorce!' banner is a nice touch. The glittery letters really speak to me."

"I wanted everything to be just perfect for you," Maxie said. "God knows you earned it, enduring that farce of a marriage for as long as you did."

"Oh it wasn't all that bad," Sam said. "Oh who am I kidding? It was terrible. I am thrilled Danny and I never have to deal with that man again."

"You never should have married a doctor, Sam," Maxie said. "I can assure you that cops are a lot better in bed. Whenever Nathan pulls out his handcuffs … Mmm..."

Sam laughed. "Well I am glad one of us is happily married and having fabulous sex all of the time."

Maxie noticed Sam's saucy smile. "You're not going to miss being married to Silas? Not even one little bit?"

"Would I be having this party if I was going to miss him? As far as I'm concerned, he's the worst mistake I've ever made and that's saying something coming from me. I realize now that I married him because after Jason I didn't know how to be alone. I was afraid to be. But now I am okay being alone. In fact, I welcome it."

"So you're never going to get married again?"

Sam shook her head. "No, seven marriages was my limit."

"But sex, Sam, aren't you going to miss sex?"

"Since when does one have to be married to have sex?" Sam asked. She lightly flicked the sleeve of Maxie's dress.

"Point taken. So who's going to be your first post-divorce screw?" Maxie asked as she walked over to the bar and started laying out napkins. She had gone with a blue theme for everything because blue was the new black in the high fashion world at the moment.

Sam joined her at the bar and reached for a bowl of ribbon candy. There was no cheap beer and peanuts to be found tonight. This was a Maxie Jones-West catered affair and it was going to be the epitome of swanky. Maxie spotted Sam's fingers inching towards the crystal dish and she slapped Sam's hand. "Don't touch."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Come on. Just one? Please. I didn't eat before I came."

"No. You have to wait like everyone else," Maxie said. "And by the way, you never did answer my question."

"What question?" Sam said faux innocently.

"Who are you going to fuck first, Sam?" Maxie asked in a miffed tone of voice. "Don't be obtuse."

"I don't know," Sam said. "There's no one at the moment I am really interested in that way."

"Well there will be guys and girls a plenty at your party tonight so someone is bound to catch your eye."

"Maxie, girls? I don't - I've never -"

Maxie shrugged. "I don't judge, Sam. I am just giving you options."

Sam laughed bawdily. They heard the door open and then a rush of voices. "The guests are starting to arrive," Maxie said. "Go say 'hello'."

Sam nodded. She turned around and spotted none other than Carly Corinthos coming in the door with their mutual brother, Lucas Jones, and Lucas's special love, Brad Cooper. "Hey," Sam greeted them. "Thanks for coming to my divorce party."

"As if we would miss it, Sis," Lucas said, kissing Sam softly on the cheek.

"Yeah, free booze and food," Brad said. "Couldn't pass it up. Plus to be honest, I never liked that dick Dr. Clay so I am happy to be celebrating his undoing. I hope you got everything in the settlement."

Sam smiled. "I don't think I ever really liked him either." She turned to face Carly. "You came … Well, this is a surprise."

"Couldn't stay away," Carly said. "Wouldn't miss an opportunity to see you fall flat on your face." She said it only half-seriously.

"Don't count on that," Sam said, flashing Carly her best shit-eating grin.

Carly held up a long rectangular box wrapped in soft pink paper. "I got you a present."

"Hmm. Does it tick?"

Carly shook her head, a lock of flaxen hair escaping her fancy chignon. "No, but it does vibrate," Carly said. "I figure you'd better get used to going it alone."

Everyone laughed, including an indulgent Sam. "Well, Carly, it's true that I've never had or accepted as many offers as you have."

"Oh shut your slutty mouth," Carly said, but she was smirking. Sam liked to think that they didn't hate each other half as much as before.

The door opened and a gaggle of chattering females tumbled through the door. Sam's eyes went wide as she spotted Robin Scorpio, Nadine Crowell, Sabrina Santiago, Epiphany Johnson and Elizabeth Webber of all people crash into the bar.

"The strippers are here," Brad joked.

"More like the nuns," Carly said. "Every last one of them has their corsets strung too tight."

Sam chuckled. "Not Epiphany. She's way too amazing to be frigid."

"Hey now, I work with her," Lucas protested but his eyes held a glint of humor.

The new arrivals looked around the place. Sabrina's eyes went wide. "Wait, are we crashing a private party?" She asked.

"Actually, you are," Sam said. She sighed. "But really, the more, the merrier."

Robin studied the banner strung between the jukebox and bar. "'Happy Divorce!'," she read aloud. "I can't say that I've ever been to a party like this one before."

"Neither have I," Nadine chimed in.

"This is a first for me too," Elizabeth agreed. Her eyes locked with Sam's. "Is this all for you?"

Sam nodded, holding Elizabeth's gaze for a long moment. "Yes, it is. I am a free agent now and I am determined to enjoy . .it."

Sam didn't know it, but some "strippers" had been called and they were on their way over. They were anonymous though. They were wearing sexy costumes and they were going to dance for all the single ladies at the party. Then the ladies in attendance got to choose a number and they got to go home to fuck the guy which had their number written on his g-string. "Sam, gets to pick first though," Maxie explained when she told the crowd of horny women what her plan was for Sam's "Divorce Party."

A shout of happiness and excitement went out over the crowd when Maxie announced her kinky plan. Ephiney Johnson seemed especially horny and pleased.

"I need to get laid by a guy who knows how... Someone who can pleasure me all night and just not stop," Sam said with a little giggle. "I really need to cum a lot."

"You deserve it," Maxie agreed. "After having to fuck Silas. Just ewwwwwwwww.' Maxie made a face.

Sam sat down at the bar and asked the bartender Coleman to make her a Sex on the Beach. Maxie just winked at her.

Sam leaned over and spoke to her friend. "What if I'd rather fuck a girl?"

"WHAT?!" Maxie asked. "I called guy strippers... and you want a girl?!"

"Well, maybe I do. I'm not sure. I've never had a girl. And there are so many hot ladies here."

"And soon there will be a lot of hot guys here, too," stated Maxie. "But I promise you, you get first pick of anyone here at the party you want to fuck."

"I feel like doing something wild tonight. Something wild and kinky!"

"Would you fuck me?" Coleman asked as he was listening in.

Sam thought it over for about a second before nodding. "Yes, Coleman, I'll fuck you," she agreed.

Coleman grinned. "I knew you would someday, Sam. There's always been this crazy chemistry between us."

"We'll see if that's really true," Sam said. She felt people watching them expectantly. "Grab a room key and I'll meet you upstairs."

"No can do. I've got a raging hardon, Sammy," he explained. "I'll never make it that far."

Sam looked around and pointed towards the ladies' bathroom sign just off to the corner. "Can you make it that far?"

"Yeah, but we'd better hurry. I'm full to bursting," Coleman said. He hurried out from behind the bar. Sam could indeed see a huge boner pressing at the front of his standard denim jeans. She grinned in spite of herself as the guests at the party hooted and hollered. Coleman grabbed for her hand and they went running for the bathroom together.

XoXoXo

Nikolas was running late to his cousin's divorce party. Spencer had adamantly refused to spend the evening with a teenaged babysitter so Nikolas had ended up having to call all around town looking for a suitable replacement. When another, more age-appropriate babysitter could not be located, he called his mother instead. Laura, of course, agreed to come watch Spencer and said she would bring her husband Luke along to help.

Nikolas's driver dropped him off at the entrance to The Floating Rib and he slowly headed inside, not sure what to expect. He found pandemonium - people dirty dancing, getting drunk, grinding on each other... Leave it to his sultry cousin to throw a party like this.

Speaking of his cousin, there she was running towards the ladies' restroom with the bartender of all people.

Nikolas sighed and thought about turning around and just leaving when he spotted the back of a decidedly familiar blonde head through the throng of people. She was sitting at a table with several other women but he'd know her anywhere.

"Nadine," he whispered. "When did she get back to town?"

XoXoXo

Elizabeth had consumed no less than three beers and her bladder was aching. "I've got to pee real b-bad," she hiccuped.

"So go to the bathroom," Epiphany said off-handedly. She was tapping her feet to the music playing on the jukebox, watching Cruz Rodriguez across the way sitting at the bar with his fellow officer David Harper. Cruz noticed Epiphany staring at him and returned her lustful looks with interest. Epiphany licked her lips. She might just get lucky yet. It had been too damn long since she'd had that itch scratched.

"I can't. Coleman and Sam are holed up in there, remember?" Elizabeth said. She had been shocked and perhaps a little turned on when the bartender and her former rival had started talking so brazenly about fucking.

Robin shook her head. "No one should be having sex in a public restroom but I do hope Sam and Coleman are practicing safe sex."

"Use the men's room," Nadine said. "I mean, it is an emergency."

Elizabeth's bladder continued to beg her for relief and she nodded. "Alright, I'll go to the men's," she said. She stood and ran for the men's bathroom. She had just pushed open the door when she saw Brad, Lucas and Felix in there. Felix was on his knees, giving Lucas a handjob while sucking on Brad's cock.

Elizabeth backed out of there before they could see her. "Dammit. I'll just go in a bush or something," she grumbled. She had to pass the women's bathroom though to get outside and she could hear Sam's orgasmic screams floating out from there. Elizabeth felt her whole body tremble. "What a slut!" she said but she paused in her tracks, against her will, listening to Sam screaming, "harder, Coleman, harder!"

Something she couldn't explain forced Elizabeth to action. She gingerly pushed back the door to the women's restroom and peeked inside. Coleman had Sam pressed up against the sink and was doing her "doggy style", his hands clamped down on Sam's huge breasts, kneading the dusky nipples.

Elizabeth couldn't believe her eyes or how turned on she actually felt. She gasped as Sam spotted her in the bathroom mirror and grinned brazenly at her. "Enjoying the show?" Sam asked Elizabeth.