A/N: Thank you so much, piratewench78, for the feedback and amazing beta read on this story. I'm very grateful for all your help!
Disclaimer: I do not own Nashville or any of it's characters.
Rayna had not wanted a bachelorette party. Bachelorette parties were for women in their twenties and first time brides. She was neither of those things. But Tandy had insisted.
"I don't understand why you don't want a party," Tandy had argued. "It's just a chance for us to get together with some girlfriends, drink a little champagne, and celebrate the fact that you and Deacon are finally getting married."
It was a dirty move. But then, Tandy had learned how to play dirty from the best of them.
Tandy was completely devoted to and fiercely protective of her sister. She wanted nothing more than for Rayna to be happy and, as much as the relationship worried her, she knew that Deacon Claybourne made her sister happier than anymore. So, she had made her peace with the fact that Rayna and Deacon were finally tying the knot and settling down together as a family.
However, Tandy was still not the biggest Deacon Claybourne fan, and she had never bothered to hide that fact. So, if she was willing to bury the hatchet and throw Rayna a little party to celebrate her impending marriage, Rayna was not going to object. She did, however, have a long, completely non-negotiable list of stipulations. No tiaras or sashes, no clothing with the words 'bride,' 'fiancé,' or 'bitch' emblazoned on them and absolutely no penis-shaped novelty items. She was absolute.
"Seriously, babe!?" Tandy had thrown her hands up in exasperation. "What kind of a party do you think I'm planning? You're my baby sister. I would never throw some tacky, Spring break-themed bachelorette for you. Trust me, it's going to be super classy."
"Fine," Rayna had finally agreed after quite a bit of back and forth between the sisters. "And no strippers, either, Tandy. I'm serious! I don't want anything raunchy."
"Oh my god, will you relax?" Tandy had rolled her eyes once again for good measure. "There won't be anything raunchy about this party. It's going to be elegant and classy and you're going to have an amazing time. I promise!"
So, Tandy had rented out the Presidential Suite at the Hermitage hotel the weekend before the wedding and invited fifteen of Rayna's closest girlfriends. The room was decorated with soft pink and gold balloons, and Tandy had even created a signature cocktail for the occasion...a deceivingly strong, sparkling lemonade and berry spritzer that she had named "the blushing bride". Everyone was beautifully dressed in their best cocktail wear, and dinner had been catered by her favorite restaurant. The dining table had been set with elegant, gold linens and crystal stemware, and there wasn't a single novelty condom or penis-shaped straw in sight.
Rayna had been expecting tacky party decorations and tawdry sex jokes from her friends, but she was pleasantly surprised by how sophisticated and enjoyable this celebration had turned out to be.
At least it had been until the gift exchange.
Despite Tandy's repeated promises that there would be nothing raunchy about this affair, Rayna somehow still found herself sitting in the tastefully decorated suite of the city's most expensive hotel, surrounded by her girlfriends and holding a pair of red, lace crotch-less panties.
"Okay, you know the rules," Tandy called out as she topped off her glass of champagne. "You have to guess who that's from."
The game was simple. Each woman had brought a gift: one piece of lingerie and one sex toy. Rayna was supposed to guess who had brought each gift as she opened them and if she guessed incorrectly, that person was allowed to ask her one question about her sex life. Which she had to answer completely and honestly. No exceptions.
"Um...Rebecca?" Rayna asked tentatively.
"Oh, girl, not even close!" her long-time stylist and friend laughed. "I don't believe in wearing panties at all. Why would I bother with crotch-less ones?"
Everyone laughed loudly at her response, and then Tandy called the attention back to the game. "Alright, whose gift was this?" she asked looking around the room.
"Uh...it was mine," Scarlett squeaked out, raising her hand timidly.
Rayna's eyes widened with disbelief. She certainly wasn't a prude, and she knew that Scarlett was a grown woman with a seemingly, healthy sex life of her own. But it was still hard to believe that the teeny, tiny baby she'd held in her arms at three days old had just gifted her a red lace bustier with matching, crotch-less undies and an assortment of scented massage oils.
"Ooh," Tandy trilled, raising her glass towards the blushing girl in an appreciative gesture, "look who has a naughty side! Good for you, Scarlett!"
"Well, I just figured if Rayna didn't have to worry about taking them off, she wouldn't have to worry about losing them all over Uncle Deacon's house like she has a tendency to do," Scarlett said much to everyone's amusement.
"What!?" Pam, Rayna's singer/songwriter friend, had barked loudly. "Oh, we're going to need details, please!"
"Wait! Deacon moved in with you months ago," Sadie had pointed out. "Why are y'all still having sex at his house?"
"Well...because…I mean," Rayna flustered as everyone waited for her answer. "We have two teenage girls at home. Sometimes, it can be really hard to find a private moment to ourselves with the girls and their friends running in and out of the house at all hours of the day."
"Mmhmm," Scarlett nodded her head knowingly. "So sometimes, when they think no one's at home, they like to sneak over to Uncle Deacon's and enjoy their little traveling sex-capades at a different address."
"Oh my god...that is awesome!" Sadie howled. "Please tell us how you know this, Scarlett!"
"Let's just say that over the last few months, I've found several pairs of women's underthings wedged between the couch cushions and one pair frozen solid to the bottom of a carton of ice cream."
Bawdy laughter rang throughout the room, and Rayna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she remembered that night. Scarlett had been out on tour with The Exes, and Maddie had been hosting a sleep over for several of her girlfriends. They had told the girls they were going out to dinner but in reality they had simply snuck over to Deacon's for a few hours of adults-only fun. They had been snuggled up on the couch in post-coital bliss, an empty pizza box discarded on the floor and an old black and white film playing quietly on TV. Deacon had grabbed the container of ice cream and a single spoon from the kitchen and the cold, sticky kisses they had shared in between bites of ice cream had quickly proven much more interesting than any manufactured movie plot. They had barely made it halfway through the film before Deacon had pushed the soft, flannel blanket from around her shoulders, laid her down on the couch, and dripped melted ice cream all over her naked breasts. The rest of the movie, and apparently her panties, had quickly been forgotten as he'd used his warm, talented tongue to clean up every single drop of that mint chip ice cream.
"Oh my god, Scarlett," Rayna whispered, in a horrified voice. "I had no idea you knew about that."
"Well, from now on, if you and your fiancé want to sneak away for a little nookie, maybe you should just rent a hotel room like the rest of us do," Tandy laughed.
"Don't forget your question, Scarlett," Juliette called out. "You get to ask Rayna anything you want...as long as it's dirty."
"I'm not sure there's any question that I want an answer to," Scarlett said. "Y'all do realize the man she's marrying is my uncle, right?"
Forty minutes later, Rayna had unwrapped quite a collection of goodies. She had only managed to guess one of the gifts correctly and that was by sheer luck.
"Damn it," Sadie pouted as Rayna placed the clit pink, fishnet mini dress and matching six inch, acrylic stripper heels back inside the sparkly, white gift bag. "I had a really good question picked out, too."
It didn't slow down the game, though. She still had quite a few gifts to open and several more questions to answer.
Kimberly, a back-up singer who'd been a permanent part of Rayna's band for the better part of eight years had gifted Rayna a black, pleather pantie set and a bondage for beginner's play kit. "Okay, Rayna," she asked excitedly. "Have you ever made a sex tape!?"
"Oh my god, no!" Rayna answered quickly. "And I have never been tempted to, either, thank you very much."
"Oh, come on!" Sadie demanded. "You've never been tempted? Not even a little?"
"Okay," Rayna reluctantly admitted, "years and years ago, when we were out on our second tour, Deacon and I got a little drunk one night in our hotel room and took a whole bunch of dirty Polaroids. I was always really nervous that someone else would get their hands on them, though, so we ended up burning them a few months later. But that's as close as I've ever come to making a sex tape. I swear!"
Rebecca gave her a beautiful, deep blue corset with delicate lace trim and a remote-controlled vibrating bullet. "You know...for red carpets and stuff," she had shrugged as if that were the most logical explanation for the small device in Rayna's hand. She had asked Rayna when she'd last made love outdoors and then a debate had broken out over whether or not having sex in a car was considered the same thing as having sex outside.
"Having sex in a car is definitely not the same thing as having sex outside," Juliette had argued. "You can find plenty of privacy in the backseat of a car."
"Well, that's true," Scarlett agreed, "but what about in a convertible or, like, in the back of a pick up?"
"I've had sex in a convertible," Tandy weighed in authoritatively. "And it definitely counts. As long as the top is down."
"Alright, Rayna," Adria joked, "Spill. The last night time you got it on in a convertible, was the top up or down?"
Rayna chuckled good-naturedly, "Well, the last time I had sex outside, it wasn't in a car at all so the question is irrelevant."
"Details, please!" Rebecca laughed, "We're going to need date, location and position."
"And number of orgasms," Juliette demanded, finishing off yet another cocktail.
"Um...three weeks ago," Rayna started, "the dock outside of Deacon's cabin. Missionary. And, um...two," she answered, blushing lightly.
"On a boat dock?" Tandy asked, looking a little shocked. "Really?"
"It was a beautiful day out," Rayna shrugged happily, "Deacon was busy doing some chores around the cabin so I decided to lay out on the dock and work on my tan. He came out to check on me a little while later, and I asked him if he'd rub some more sunscreen on my back…," her voiced drifted off, remembering how he had straddled her thighs and rubbed the lotion into her shoulders and neck before using his large hands to stoke down the backs of her arms one at a time. He had hesitated for only a moment before slowly untying the long, red string of her bikini top. She had felt him watching her carefully, waiting for her reaction, as he'd moved his hands further down. She'd simply pulled the bikini top over her head, flung it to the side, and rolled onto her back. His eyes had widened in delighted surprise as she'd winked at him and asked him to lotion her front, as well. His warm hands had immediately cupped her breasts and he'd asked if she wanted to go back to the cabin, but she'd simply shook her head no and pulled him in for a languid kiss. "Bad girl," he'd chuckled against her mouth as his hands had drifted down to her hips and untied her bikini bottoms, as well. "...and then before I knew it," Rayna finished, "he'd untied my bikini and, well...one thing just sorta led to another."
"Can you rub some sunscreen on my back," Kimberly scoffed. "That has to be the oldest line in the book."
"What can I say?" Rayna shrugged. "It may be old but it still works."
Juliette gifted her a sheer, red mesh teddy that was cut high above the hip bones and left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a leather, spanking paddle. Never one to be outdone, Juliette had looked her right in the eye and loudly asked if she'd ever had anal sex. Rayna was too shocked to answer but her deep, crimson blush and the way she quickly averted her eyes was all the answer Juliette needed. "Ha! I knew it!" Juliette had squealed as the rest of the room burst out in raucous laughter.
The next to last gift was from Whitney, a producer friend whom she'd known for most of her career. She gave Rayna a long, black lace negligee and a purple "rabbit" vibrator with massaging pearls and a "bunny ear" clit stimulator. "Have you ever had sex in a dressing room that wasn't yours?" Whitney had asked gleefully.
"Oh, I know this story," Pam had hooted as Rayna placed her hands over her face and giggled with embarrassment. "And it's a good one."
"Yes, I have," Rayna confirmed, "but it was completely by accident."
Securing the opening spot on Travis Tritt's arena tour had been a huge break for her career. It was the first big tour she'd ever played on and she'd always made sure that she conducted herself as professionally as possible. One night, though, the smoldering looks and incessant flirting between her and Deacon had gotten the better of them. They'd practically run off that stage once their set was finished, Deacon shoving his guitar at a nearby roadie, and had stumbled their way into her dressing room, his lips attached to her throat and her fingers raking through his hair. He'd thrown her sparkly, halter top across the room and pushed her denim skirt up around her hips before pressing her against the dressing table and ravishing her like their lives had depended on it.
"When did you realize you were in the wrong dressing room?" Scarlett asked, breathless with laughter.
"About the same time Travis Tritt walked in on us," Rayna answered, dryly. "Thankfully, we had most of our clothes back on by that point but, I swear, that man teased us about that for the whole rest of the tour."
"I'd love to have sex in Travis Tritt's dressing room," Tandy cackled. "With Travis Tritt," she finished, wiggling her eyebrows.
"You and me, both, girl," Kimberly agreed.
"Alright, this is the last one so there's no point in guessing," Tandy said handing her a hot pink, polka dotted gift bag, "I'll just go ahead and tell you it's from me. I thought it might work for the wedding night." The bustier and matching thong were made out of white mesh, and the cups of the bustier were completely cut out to expose the breasts. There was a pair of matching lace-topped thigh highs and a complicated looking garter belt that looked a lot more "stripper" than "bridal." Rayna couldn't imagine wearing anything that slutty on her very first night as Deacon's wife. The vibrating ben wa balls did look rather...intriguing, though.
"Did everyone get enough to eat?" Tandy asked moving the platters of mini-desserts off the coffee table and setting them on the bar. Always an impeccable host, Tandy had made sure that everyone's drinks had been refilled as often as possible, ensuring that everyone in the room had a fairly strong buzz going once Rayna had finished opening all of her gifts. "Wonderful," Tandy hummed as everyone voiced their thanks, "Well, now that we're all fed and have had a few cocktails, it's almost time for our very special guest to arrive." The room twittered with excitement and a few very un-lady-like catcalls, but Rayna was having none of it.
"Tandy, you didn't!" she practically yelled. "I told you I didn't want a stripper!"
"Oh my lord, Rayna, would you relax! It's not a stripper, I promise!"
"I swear, Tandy, if it's a stripper, I'm leaving! I am not even kidding."
"Stop being such a fuddy duddy, Rayna!" Adria called out from across the room. "I got a whole bunch of singles in my purse just waitin' to be shoved down somebody's g-string."
Before Rayna could get any more worked up, there was a knock on the hotel room door, and Tandy rushed to answer it. A middle-aged woman with a stern expression and a severely tailored, black sheath dress entered the room. She was wearing an intimidating pair of shiny, lace-up stilettos boots and held a large, brown shopping bag that Emily and Juliette immediately jumped up to help her with.
"This is Mistress Vivienne," Tandy announced to the room. "She is a trained dominatrix and a professional sex educator who specializes in manual stimulation, oral pleasure and deep throating."
"Seriously?" Sadie snorted quietly next to Rayna. "Is that a real job title? 'Cause I'd pay five bucks to see that diploma."
Rayna would have laughed if she hadn't been so horrified by the huge collection of dildos that Juliette and Emily were currently unpacking and lining up on the coffee table. There was a wide variety of sizes and colors available...some of them so large and intimidating that they verged on comical. Finally, Emily unpacked several, tiny bottles of edible lubricant, a large assortment of flavored condoms and a half dozen travel packs of baby wipes.
"Mistress Vivienne is going to teach a little workshop for us tonight, ladies," Tandy said, clapping her hands together in excitement. "First, she's going to teach us a few hand job techniques and then we'll move on to blow jobs and beginner deep throating."
"Oh my god. I cannot believe this is happening right now," Rayna groaned, watching as several of her friends started examining and choosing dildos as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"First, we're going to begin with hand jobs," Mistress Vivienne explained in a clear, no-nonsense voice. "Hand jobs are often underrated by women, but even the most basic techniques I'm going to teach you here today can provide a solid and satisfactory foundation of sexual pleasure for the man in your life. Hand jobs can serve as a complete sexual act, beginning with seduction and progressing all the way through to climax, or you can add layers of pleasure as you go along...for instance adding oral stimulation or incorporating your feet or breasts into the act."
Rayna glanced around the room and, while a few of her friends were pink-cheeked with embarrassment, all of them were listening to Mistress Vivienne's lecture with rapt attention.
"Also," Mistress Vivienne continued, "when performed correctly, hand jobs can be wonderfully discreet, allowing you to tease and pleasure your man in a public setting. On an airplane for instance. Or even in a restaurant. Now," Mistress Vivienne's eyes quickly scanned the room, "which one of you ladies is the bride?"
Rayna's eyes bulged in horror. She opened her mouth to protest but she couldn't force any sound out.
"She's right here!" Sadie called out gleefully, making exaggerated pointing motions in Rayna's direction.
"No...no," Rayna stuttered quietly, willing the couch to open up and swallow her whole. "I don't want…I'm fine here."
Completely ignoring her unwillingness, Mistress Vivienne patted the chair next to her, "Come on up here, please. I'm going to have you sit next to me during the lesson. First, I'll demonstrate the technique that we're going to practice, and then you can try it out for yourself."
"Oh...no," Rayna shook her head reluctantly. "Really. I don't think..."
"Rayna," Mistress Vivienne's stern voice left no room for argument. "Now, please."
Rayna stood up from the couch and slowly made her way towards Mistress Vivienne, timidly lowering herself into the chair and refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
"Wonderful," Mistress Vivienne said. "Now, I'll be able to watch your form and help you make corrections as necessary. Alright, ladies," she announced to the room, "first we're going to begin with a few, simple one-handed techniques and then we'll slowly progress to two-handed techniques as you become more proficient." She turned her attention back to Rayna, "Now, Rayna, if you'd please choose a dildo, we'll get started with our lesson."
"Umm," Rayna stared wide eyed at the woman standing in front of her.
"Here you go, sweetie," Tandy said choosing a large, alarmingly realistic looking dildo off the coffee table. "I think this one will work just fine for you," she said handing her the surprisingly heavy rubber toy.
Pam nudged her shoulder gently against Rayna's. "The ten-incher, huh?" she said with a leer in her voice. "Lucky you."
"Well, I have certainly never seen Deacon Claybourne in his altogether," Tandy started, "but my sister has been completely hung up on him for the better part of thirty years so I can make an educated guess about the kind of equipment that man is carrying around in his toolbox."
The music in the club was way too loud. An endless string of pop songs with indistinguishable melodies and thumping base lines. There was a mechanical bull next to the DJ booth, metal dance poles lining the bar, and several emaciated "shot girls" with push up bars and tacky hair extensions offering tequila shots from their cleavage.
Rayna hated it. It was late, and she'd sobered up a bit in the limo on the way over. Now, she just felt tired and worn out. And very, very old. She swore Daphne was older than half the girls in this club.
Juliette was having a grand ole time throwing back cosmopolitans and dancing on the bar. Several girls and one very shady looking guy with a stained shirt and scraggly beard had recognized her, and they were happily cheering her on as she drunkenly danced on the bar top and sang along with the bass-heavy dance tracks. Something about cheating hos and champagne rooms. Rayna couldn't make out the lyrics, but she didn't really care to either.
Tandy and Pam were on the dance floor grinding against a couple of preppy looking boys who were at least half their age. If they were old enough to be in college, they were just.
Rayna sighed tiredly and decided she needed some fresh air. She left the roped off VIP area and walked towards the dark hallway located behind the DJ station. Adria was taking yet another turn on the mechanical bull and was surprisingly good at it. Her long, dark hair flailed behind her as she waved her right arm in the air above her head and rolled her hips in an exaggerated, vaguely obscene, fashion. She'd already gotten three phone numbers, tonight, and if the small line of men staring wide-eyed at her performance was anything to go by, she'd probably have a lot more before she left the club.
She made her way down the dingy hallway until she spotted what she was looking for. A decrepit exit sign hanging over a heavy, exterior door. She leaned her weight into the door and it slowly swung open. Cold air immediately hit her face and her ears rang with the sudden silence.
"Hey, girl," Sadie called out from where she was sitting a few feet away. She was perched on a set of concrete steps, a drink beside her feet and a lit cigarette between her fingers.
Rayna walked over and eased herself down on the steps next to Sadie, "I didn't know you smoked."
"I don't," Sadie answered. "Well, not usually. Only when I've been drinking. You want one?" she asked reaching for her purse.
Rayna shook her head, "No, but can I maybe just have a drag off of yours?"
"Sure," Sadie said handing her the cigarette and watching as Rayna took a deep pull, slowly closing her eyes and holding the smoke in her lungs for a long moment. "I know it's terrible for my vocal cords, but there is just something so damn satisfying about smoking a cigarette when you're drunk."
Rayna nodded in agreement and slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke before handing the cigarette back to Sadie.
"You having fun, tonight?"
"Yeah," Rayna shrugged. "I mean...I was. Dance clubs aren't really my thing. I'm just so ready to go home and crawl into bed. I'm exhausted."
"Mmhmm," Sadie hummed, "I'm sure you wanting to get home and into bed has everything to do with you being tired and nothing at all to do with the sexy-as-all-hellfire guitar player who's probably lying up in that bed as we speak."
"Uh, don't remind me. I have no idea why my sister thought I'd want to come to some cheesy nightclub and suck down twenty dollar cocktails with a bunch of skanky preschoolers. I should've just gone straight home after the hotel. I could be snuggled up naked in my own bed, right now, doing very dirty things to the man I love."
Sadie threw her head back and let out a deep, throaty laugh. "Would you look at little Miss Rayna Jaymes over here?" she cackled. "You know, I never would have guessed that you had such a dirty mind back when I first met you. I like this side of you."
"Yeah, well, Deacon just tends to bring that out of me," Rayna shrugged. "Hey, do you have your phone on you? Tandy confiscated mine back at the hotel."
"Sure," Sadie said as she ground the last of her cigarette against the concrete step and begin rummaging through her handbag. "So...the sex is really that good, huh?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows comically. "I mean, I'd heard rumors about the two of y'all, but when I saw y'all together for the first time…the way that y'all were looking at each other...good lord, I thought the whole room was gonna go up in flames."
Rayna groaned loudly, "You have no idea. All these years later and that man is still the best I've ever had. I swear, he does things to me in bed that I've never even imagined. Let alone heard names for."
Sadie giggled and took a sip of her cocktail as Rayna dialed a familiar number on Sadie's phone. It rang a few times before he picked up, his voice sounding gravely and a little confused. "Hello?"
"Hey, babe," she drawled, her voice just a little bit drunker and a whole lot louder than she had intended.
He chuckled softly on the other end of the line, and she suddenly remembered every single naughty phone call they'd ever shared. "Hey, yourself. You havin' a good time at your party, baby?"
"Yeah, I miss you, though," she replied. "I wish I was home with you right now. In our bed," she teased. "Naked."
"Oh, is that what this is?" he laughed quietly. "One of those dirty phone calls? You gonna ask me what I'm wearin', too?"
"Nope," Rayna replied happily. "I don't care a fig about what you're wearing, baby. I just want you to take it off."
Sadie snorted loudly next to her.
"Who's that there with you, baby?" he asked.
"Sadie," she answered. "I had to borrow her phone. Tandy took mine."
"Mmm," he hummed. "I was wondering whose number this was. Probably shouldn't be having an obscene phone call right in front of her, though. Wouldn't want to shock the poor girl with how down right scandalous you can be when you're all hot and bothered."
"Deacon Claybourne! You did not just call me scandalous!" she scolded a little louder than she should have. "You love my dirty mouth and don't even try to pretend for one second that you don't."
"Oh, baby, I can't get enough of you or your mouth," he purred. "I wish your mouth was here right now. I'd show you just how dirty it could be."
"Come get me," she nearly begged. Deacon had always known exactly what to say and do to get her going. Add in a couple of strong cocktails and the sound of his slow, sexy, southern drawl in her ear and she was more than ready to be done with this party.
"You know I can't do that, darlin,'" Deacon soothed. "Your sister's worked real hard to put this night together for you. You should go hang out with your friends and have some fun. They'll bring you home soon enough."
"But I want to be home with you right now," she practically whined. "In our bed, remember? My mouth. My hands. Your di..."
"You are not making this easy for me, Ray," he laughed loudly, cutting her off.
"No?" she asked. "Am I making it hard?" she whispered in a naughty voice. Sadie let out another long peel of shocked laughter, but Rayna had long stopped paying attention to her friend.
"You always make me hard, baby. But you already know that."
"So come pick me up," she asked again.
"Nope. Not gonna do it," he answered. "Your sister would have my hide if I came and took you away from your party. You know that woman has never had any use for me, and I'm not about to be puttin' myself on her bad side eight days before we get ourselves hitched."
"I know, but I just miss you so damn much..." Rayna started.
"What in the world are y'all doing out here?" Tandy suddenly rounded the corner and stared at the two of them with a stern expression. "And what are you doing with a phone, Missy?" she directed at Rayna, grabbing the phone and quickly ending the call. "You know you're not supposed to be calling him, tonight. You're supposed to be enjoying your bachelorette celebration."
"Busted," Sadie snickered next to her as she quickly gathered her things and stood up.
"Come on, Rayna," Tandy reached for her hand and pulled her up from the steps. "Let's get you another drink. We still have a lot more celebrating to do before the night's over."