Here is the final chapter for this one. I know that some will be wondering why I ended it here, but I wanted to do something that resembled the end of the episode that this is derived from: The Bones That Foam. So, without further adieu, here is the revenge, and the smut. I hope you all enjoy this one. Gregg.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

On Monday morning, about 9:30, Bones walked into the Hoover Building confidently. She had spent the entire weekend refining her plan of revenge on Booth. She'd also spent a lot of time working on her own particular routine for giving a lap dance. Assuming this worked out as planned, she intended on incorporating it into her personal sexual repertoire when it came to one Seeley Booth. No one really paid her any attention as she was a frequent presence at the Hoover Building, though she did notice some of the lecherous looks that a few guys, who Booth would hurt severely if he caught them looking at her like that. She figured that looking but not touching was acceptable, though she wouldn't let Booth know. When it came to her, he had a no looking policy firmly in place when it came to guys admiring her appearance.

She reached his office and stood there watching him. He was clearly working hard on some paperwork that seemed to be all over his desk. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice that she was standing there in front of him. She always loved just watching him. Of course she'd always enjoyed looking at men, especially handsome men. But watching Booth was very different from looking at a man who may be a potential, or current, lover. In watching them, she was admiring the raw, primal side of a man, while with Booth she was not only admiring that, but also all of the subtle revelations of all his character and mannerisms that he revealed by doing even mundane tasks. It aroused her more than even a nude guy on stage at a male strip show. She chuckled as she recalled the last strip show she'd attended with Angela a few months previously. The differences between a male and female strip club were stark. In the former it was wild and crazy, whereas in a strip club like where she and Booth had interviewed Jenny (or Strawberry Lust, she remembered) it was calm and very controlled. She'd have to ask Booth about that some time. For now, though, she had a mission.

"Booth," she called out in a deliberate, and firm, voice.

Booth was sitting in his office working on some overdue paperwork. He really didn't want to be working on this, but he had his orders. Get it done, or no field work for a while until it was. Real choice there. His head really wasn't in it, though. He was troubled by what had happened the other day. First was the look on Bones' face as they talked about her interrogation that she had conducted. She wanted his approval so much that it tore at him. He had been honest with her, though. They had gotten some useful information, but she had not done a great job. Better than he'd expected, but not great. Then there was the car. God what a disaster that was. He'd simply walked off and left her to pick up the pieces. He'd been a world class jerk, and now he didn't know how to make it right with her. She hadn't called since, and he was too much of a coward to make the first move.

"Booth!" came the voice that invaded his almost every waking thought, and all of his dreams.

Booth looked up and saw Bones standing in the doorway to his office. She had on the slightly mauve colored long coat that she liked, and some high heels. The heels were black, with the heel not so long as to be distasteful. "Bones!" he said as he stood up. He watched, a bit startled, as she walked in and shut the venetian blinds on the glass wall and the door to his office once she'd closed it. She had also locked it, he noted with a hint of apprehension. "Bones?" he questioned. God he was so pathetic. He could only say one word now?

"You've been a very bad boy, Seeley Booth," Bones said with a certain quality to her voice that he'd never really heard from her before, but he would swear it was almost a purr.

"Huh?" he asked, and gulped as she came over to where he had moved to. He was standing in front of one of the cushioned chairs that he had in his office.

"I said you've been a very bad boy," she repeated with a grin. He was so adorably clueless when he was in shock. "Leaving me with that car in the middle of a traffic jam."

"Oh," he said with a shuddering breath. He didn't know how to respond. His brain was completely confused, his big brain and also his little brain. Big Brain was berating him for having been such a world class jerk to Bones the other night regarding the car, while Little Brain was screaming for Big Brain to shut up and pay attention to a few things, such as Bones' voice, which was causing a noticeable reaction in a certain piece of his anatomy. Now how fucking embarrassing could that be? Here he was wearing his COCKY belt buckle proudly, and Junior down there was trying to make an appearance! In his OFFICE!! In front of BONES!!!

"Nothing to say about that, Booth?" she asked in the same sexy purr.

God this was horrible. He was standing there with her in front of him, and he had a hard on. To make matters worse, he had no sports coat on with which he could hide it with. "Well, uh, you see, Bones," he stammered, trying to figure out what the FUCK was going on. Outside of the voice, she hadn't done anything, so why in the HELL was he so fucking turned on???

"I think you need to be punished," she said in that totally HOT purr she had.

"Punished?" Booth managed to croak out as he fell back into the seat, Bones having invaded his space so completely. He gulped audibly and nearly had a full on heart attack when Bones turned on the small stereo he had in the office after putting a CD in. MUSIC? She wants to make me listen to music??? Oh shit! Not that highbrow classical shit? Wait a minute. That's Genesis. That's definitely not classical.

When she was sure that he had adjusted to having the music turned on, she undid the belt on her long coat and then pulled the coat off, revealing what she had on underneath. His shock widened eyes and how he let them wander all over her body was exactly what she had been hoping for.

Booth couldn't believe that this was happening. Bones was in his office and now she had taken that coat off. His heart was beating at what had to be a fatal pace right then. Bones was in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra. Looking closer he knew he was one step closer to a stroke. It was one of those peek-a-boo bras with the nipples poking through the small circular holes the bra was designed with!

"What's going on, Bones?" he squeaked. His voice was now a squeaky high pitch. At least at the lap dance club he'd kept a manly tone, despite the stuttering, but now with this being Bones in front of him he was nothing more than a squeaking mouse.

Bones smirked as she walked up to him and lifted one leg, placing her heel clad foot on the chair, the toe pointed at his tented crotch. "What do you mean, Booth?" she asked teasingly as she let her knee move outward, letting him get a much fuller view of her crotch.

Booth's mouth went dry when she put her foot on the chair. OH MY GOD!!! She was wearing CROTCHLESS panties!!! The panties neatly split apart when she shifted her knee outward and he was graced with a full view of her pussy.

"It should be obvious," she continued, loving the absolutely shocked and flummoxed expression on his face. His eyes totally focused on her pussy got her arousal to shoot even higher than it had been before. She smirked. Men were so predictable, and as she'd always known, Booth was all man. She raked her eyes over him and repeated that assessment mentally, placing a serious emphasis on the word ALL. "I'm here to give you a lap dance," she informed him.

Booth's jaw went slack and hung down as he digested that statement. He looked at her as if she had a screw loose or something. "Lap dance?!?!?!" he blurted out. "Here??? Now??? In my office??? Bones! This is the headquarters of the FBI for God's sake!" His eyes went back to the revealing sight before him and he prayed for strength, all the while committing the sight to memory on the chance he never got to see it again. He'd come to work miserable because he'd treated Bones so poorly, and now he was just hoping to get through the day with a job to come back to the next day.

"Haven't you ever done something for the sheer thrill of it, Booth," she purred as the song changed and she moved up onto the chair, her knees on either side of his hip, as she straddled his lap, his erection digging into her rather poorly concealed crotch. She pressed forward, letting her breasts come within a half inch of his face. His eyes bugged out and riveted onto her exposed nippled. Shifting her torso to the side, she let one breast slide across his face, her nipple dragging along his lips.

She shuddered as she felt his tongue come out and swipe at her nipple. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as the sensations coursed through her. Shifting her hips, she used them to tantalize him, giving him a brief feel of what it would be like to have her on him with no clothes on. She could feel his covered length along the cleft of her pussy, it's hard shaft putting pressure on her clit.

"Do you like this, Booth?" she husked in a sexy whisper in his ear as she ran her tongue along his ear lobe.

She pulled away from him and stood up from the chair, turning so he could see her from behind. She had on a g-string, so her ass was on full display as she sat herself down on his lap, his length now pressed along the furrow between her cheeks. She ground her hips sensually.

Booth was about to die. He couldn't believe that he was getting a lap dance from Bones in his office. And add to that that it was the hottest god damned thing that he'd ever experienced, and he was well on his way to oblivion.

"Very nice," he said through gritted teeth. This was torture!

Bones spent another minute grinding herself on him, along with turning around and laying her torso across his chest, her breasts crushed between them. It was then that the song ended. Without any hesitation, she lifted herself up with a wide smile of accomplishment. Booth was sitting there, his eyes unfocused and glassy, his breathing ragged, and his erection threatening to tear through his pants. He was incredibly turned on, and that was how she had wanted to work him up to. Now was payback time. She went over and took the CD out of the player, and then retrieved her coat and put it on, wrapping it together and belting it closed. She smiled over at him as she opened the venetian blinds and unlocked his door. Moving quickly she went over to him, placing a kiss on his lips.

"Be at my place at 6:00 sharp and ready to finish this," she told him. "And that line? It no longer exists." With that, she walked away and out the door.

Booth's eyes widened. "Bones?" he called out to her. "Bones!" he said a little louder. He looked down and saw a damp noticed the damp spot on his pants from where she had straddled him, the scent of the air reeked of a turned on Bones, and he had the hard on from Hell! He also noticed that people were looking at him wondering what was going on. How the Hell could she leave him in this state??? He cracked a half smile, half grimace of embarrassment as he carefully shuffled to his desk, hiding his erection as much as possible, all the while thinking that this must have been how Bones felt the other evening. He looked at the clock on his desk. 9:45. It had all happened in the space of 15 minutes. Now he had to deal with her scent, his complete hard on that would never go away now, and wondering how he was going to make it until he could break all the speed laws hightailing it to her place. He now understood the phrase "Payback's a Bitch!".

Bones rode the elevator down to the basement garage and sent a simple text message to Angela. "Mission Accomplished." Now all she had to do was figure out how she was going to get through the rest of the work day being as aroused as she was. It was worth it though. Education and being educated was always worth it. She had a feeling that she and Booth were going to be teaching each other a hell of a lot that night. She had a wide smile on her face as she stepped out of the elevator. It had been the best $1200 she'd ever spent towards her education.

A/N: As I said, I wanted it to end somewhat like in the episode where you wonder what happens later on. Maybe cruel, but it sure was fun to write. LOL. I hope you all enjoyed this one. Gregg.