I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this one. Naturally Jack has to get more of a reward than just a blowjob, but unfortunately he is still not up to snuff yet, performance wise. But don't worry. Carter has some good ideas to appeal to him, and get him to return the favor. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg.

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Sam Carter was in her bedroom gathering some items to take back to Jack's place. Sitting on the bed was her best friend, Dr. Janet Frasier. Sam hadn't seen her in a few days, and now that things had taken a decided move forward due to the change in regs, it seemed like a good time to catch up.

"Needless to say, the Colonel was an enthusiastic supporter of the change," Sam said with a chuckle, and a smile.

Janet laughed. "Any guy would be when the woman of his dreams goes down on him, Sam," she remarked. "So anything else happen yet?"

Sam sighed. "Not really," she told her. "Jack's not up to much more than what we did, so now it's a lot of cuddling and fondling, which is very arousing. The man has magical hands."

"I can imagine," Janet faked fanning herself as she thought of Jack O'Neill working those large hands of his on her body. "So what's next on the agenda?"

Sam got a wicked grin on her face. "I think a little return of the favor is in order, and I have just the way to accomplish it," she told Janet without really revealing any of her plans.

"No hints?" Janet asked in disbelief.

"Nope," Sam said smugly. "I plan on having some fun with Jack, but that's between him and me."

"If it were any other guy you'd be telling," Janet teased. Sam had only been with a couple of guys since coming to the SGC, and they weren't anything serious, to the point that she doubted that O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 even knew about them. She had dished all the details about them to her, and Janet in turn had dished on her rare dalliances.

"Jack's not any other guy, Janet," Sam gave Janet a knowing look. With that they both laughed and Sam finished getting her things together.

Meanwhile...

"O'Neill," Jack said as he answered his cell phone on the first ring.

"Jack, is there some reason you sent the President a fruit basket and drove the Secret Service nuts trying to determine if there were some hidden weapons in it?" came the amused, but serious, voice of General Hammond. "And sent the same type to Dr. Jackson, who is right now with the EOD team looking the basket over?"

Jack broke out into a deep laugh. "Only the Space Monkey and that political shrub would think a fruit basket was a bomb!" Jack continued laughing. "They were thank you gifts, Sir."

Hammond chuckled. "Well, the Secret Service is not amused, and Dr. Jackson almost had a stroke when a fruit basket from you arrived," Hammond told him. "The President said to say thank you, by the way. He loves tropical fruits. Dr. Jackson, however, is convinced you're either trying to blow him up, or poison him for the arrow incident."

"Nah," Jack shrugged. "I'm with Carter now, so the catalyst deserves a fruit basket, too. As for the Prez, I figured I owed him since he changed the regs."

"Fortunately I figured that's what it was, so you're in the clear," Hammond said, still in good humor. "How long should I let Dr. Jackson worry?"

"A couple more hours should do," Jack told him. "He did, after all, shoot me in the ass with an arrow. That deserves some punishment."

"So how is the recovery going?" Hammond asked.

"Couldn't be better, Sir," Jack replied, a wide grin coming on. "Carter's a great nurse!"

"Since Jacob isn't here, Jack, I'll only say this," Hammond said in his most serious tone. "Hurt her, and you'll answer to me."

"You'd have to wait in line, George," Jack told him. "After Carter beats the crap out of me, then T and Daniel would be waiting ahead of you."

"Keep me informed on how you're doing, Jack," Hammond chuckled as he hung up.

A couple of hours later Sam walked into Jack's house. Knowing he would be in the living room watching the hockey game and having a beer, she slipped back to the bedroom. She spent a few minutes putting away some of the essentials, and then got out the outfit she was going to surprise Jack with. As she's showered at home, she changed, looking at herself in the mirror when she was finished. Going in the bathroom, she fixed her makeup, and shaped her hair slightly to add a sexier, lustier look. Now it was time to put her plan into action.

Jack was enjoying a good hockey match, and hadn't really noticed the time that Carter was out, but he was beginning to feel that tug that told him he needed to see or hear her. Usually he felt it on base and would go to her lab to needle her about working too hard, but now that he had much better ulterior motives to work with, he was feeling it now. He had heard her come in a bit ago, but hadn't said anything as the match was going down to the wire. Just a minute more and it would be over.

"Jack?" Carter's voice floated into the living room.

"Yeah?" Jack asked and turned his head. His jaw dropped and he felt a stroke coming on. Oh My God! She was wearing one of those tight, black pullover stretch dresses that strippers wore! It came down to just barely past the Promised Land. She had on black high heels, no stockings as her legs were perfection without them, and her hair and makeup looked downright sultry. He felt a definite stirring down below, and now that he could be with her, he didn't resort to an image of Hammond in a tutu for self-control.

"Were you a good boy while I was out?" Sam asked, a sultry purr in her voice.

"Oh yeah," Jack exhaled, still taking in the HOT view of Carter dressed like a stripper.

"Then you deserve another reward," she said huskily, looking down at his tented shorts. She licked her lips in appreciation.

Jack closed his eyes, vividly recalling the last reward that Carter had bestowed on him. It was the most incredible blowjob he'd ever had in his life! Now she was offering another reward?

"Uh, what kind of reward this time?" he asked, his voice shaky with anticipation.

"I thought you might like a table dance," she told him, a sly look in her eyes. She loved the definite jump of his cock when she said that.

Now Jack was no saint. He'd been to plenty of strip clubs in his day, and he'd even taken Daniel and T to female Jell-O wrestling a few times. T seemed somewhat taken with the sport, actually. The mere thought of Carter giving him a table dance blew those experiences all to Hell by comparison. Like it? He'd love it!

"Sweet!" he said, using his signature word of approval.

"And as I intend on using a real table for your table dance, you get to reciprocate the little treat I gave you the other day," she told him.

Jack's eyes widened as he instantly understood what she was getting at. Going down on Carter? Hell yeah! He made a note to send another fruit basket to the Prez. "I'm all for that!" he said as he eyed her in the dress, his eyes lingering on her delectable boobs, accentuated by the tight dress. Perfection!

"Well come on, Big Boy," she said in as sultry a tone as she could muster, crooking her finger at him to follow. She made her way to the dining room table and waited for him expectantly.

As fast as his sore ass would allow, Jack stood up, grabbed his donut, and hurried to the dining room where Carter was waiting for him. She had a chair pulled out and ushered him into it. He did as he was directed, not caring anymore about rank. Sitting down he looked up at her and the downright sinful expression on her face.

"Spread 'em," she said in a deep, husky voice. She smiled when she saw him spread apart his knees and she stepped between his legs, looking down at his tented shorts. She exaggeratedly licked her lips, like a stripper would. "Is that for me?" she teased.

"Uh huh," Jack nodded, not quite believing that Carter was acting like this. Even after the great blowjob of the other day, this was shocking. This was better than any strip club he'd ever been in! He watched as she began to sway to an imaginary beat, her hips and breasts tantalizing him.

Sam smiled wickedly as she reached down to the short hem on the dress and slowly drew it up, revealing the near microscopic panties she wore, and then up over her bare breasts. She tossed the dress aside and flipped her hair with a move of her head, looking at him as if he was a piece of alien technology that she couldn't imagine leaving alone for even a second. Leaning forward, her hands on the arm rests of the chair, she pressed in, her breasts pressing against his face as she moved her upper body left and right. Her nipples hardened even more as the roughness of his cheeks rubbed against them. Moving down a bit, she whispered in his ear.

"Wanna see some pink, Big Boy?" she said in a sexy, breathy voice. She was acting like a stripper, and wanted Jack to be shocked. It would make later role playing a lot more fun if he knew that she was really into such things. She only hoped he didn't have a heart attack from the shock. But then she remembered the old phrase than a lot of men used. "But what a way to go!"

"You read my mind, Carter!" Jack said enthusiastically, ignoring the throbbing of his ass cheek.

Sam chuckled. "You big, sexy guys are all the same," she teased as she sat down on the edge of the table in front of him once she shifted his chair towards the table. "Only one thing on your minds."

"It just shows we have our priorities straight, Carter!" Jack defended the male sex predictably.

Sam smiled, as legs together, she laid back, her legs up, showing off the backs of her legs, and the thin strip of her panties breaking the expanse of skin. With her legs still up and together, she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband of her panties, and slowly dragged them off her hips and up the length of her legs, revealing her bare pussy to him. After a moment, during which she knew he had stared intently on the target, she spread her legs, drawing her knees back a bit which gave him a perfect view of her most intimate charms. She let her right hand slide down to her center and she spread the lips of her pussy open with her index and middle finger.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" she purred.

Jack's mouth went dry. He swore he would never go to another strip club again. Nothing could ever compare to what Carter was doing right now! Spread open she was all shiny and pink, her tissues glistening. Her scent was an absolute aphrodisiac in his opinion.

"Perfect!" he said in a half normal, half squeaky tone.

Sam let her fingers glide through her folds, gathering the moisture, and then began to play with her clit, giving him a bit of a show. After she was sure he was totally into this, she spoke again.

"Now how about some of that reciprocation?" she asked, a sultry glint in her eyes. She was already very turned on, so she knew she wouldn't last long once he started working his magic on her, but that didn't matter. The fact that she was going to be given an orgasm from Jack going down on her did. She only wished he could handle actually making love to her, but she wanted him to enjoy it, too, not be miserable from the stabbing pain in his ass cheek.

Jack felt like pinching himself to see if this was actually happening, but refrained from that. It wouldn't do to piss off Carter right now when she was being so generous. Leaning forward, almost giddy with anticipation, he ran his tongue along the length of her slit, twirling it around her clit, which elicited a gasp from her. Smirking, he went to town.

Sam had expected him to be damn good at this, but her fantasies were nowhere near how incredible he was in real life. Throwing her head back, she grit her teeth as he used that tongue with expert proficiency on her. He left no nook or crevice untouched. He let her guide him when she ran her fingers through his hair, maneuvering him where she wanted him the most. She almost exploded the second he slipped one thick finger inside her, easily finding her g-spot. She managed to hold off her orgasm for a bit though, letting the delicious tension coil deep inside, all the while egging him on with some well time dirty talk, which if his reactions were anything to go by he enjoyed immensely. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she let herself go and the wave came crashing over her, the spasms being felt from head to toe. She screamed out his name and almost ripped his hair out by the roots it was so powerful.

Jack felt like screaming himself when she was trying to rip his hair out. Not that he would, but he felt like it. Damn! Carter was one frenzied hell cat when she came! As it was his finger, which was still inside her felt like it was about to be crushed, she was clamping her walls down on him that hard! He kept up the pace, slowing it gently to let her ride out the wave. When he felt her go limp, he slid his finger from her and licked off the juices. He raised his head and looked at her as she lay there panting, a glazed look in her eyes.

"Did I pass the test?" he asked, teasing her a bit on her perfectionism.

Sam raised her head, barely as she was still wiped out from such a powerful orgasm. "A plus, Jack," she panted. Then she pierced him a glare. "That ass of yours better heal soon because if this is what is for the appetizer, I damn well want my meal and dessert soon!"

"You could always use the healing device," he suggested, a wicked grin on his face.

Sam looked at him a moment. "I'll call Janet first thing in the morning," she told him. "Now let's go in the living room and cuddle some more. After all, you got a bit of a cuddle after your reward the first time."

"Sweet!" Jack said as he slowly stood up, ignoring the stabbing pain in his ass. He was definitely getting the President another fruit basket! Daniel, too. This was the best holiday ever!

A/N: Well, there's the second chapter of this one. One more chapter to go. I hope you enjoyed it. Gregg.