All characters, etc from Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter.
Rated M for a reason! You have been warned.
TWELVE DRUMMERS DRUMMING
Tig had found the address printed on the card, but it hadn't been easy. As he stood in the dark alley outside the nondescript black door he pulled the card from his pocket and rubbed his thumb over the silver script that shone dully in the light from the streetlight that was struggling to penetrate the shadows. There was no name above the door, no sign that advertised what the place was about, just the shiny chrome numbers that corresponded with the address on the card.
Tig figured that some of the enigma that was Elmo might be about to be revealed and he took some moments to decide whether her wanted to complete this last step of the game or whether he wanted to walk away none-the-wiser. As always, his curiosity won out over his better judgement. The little devil that was one side of his conscience had long ago taken out its Glock and shot its corresponding angelic counterpart between the eyes.
Before he stepped up to knock on the door Tig considered whether he might be walking into some sort of ambush. He was far enough from Charming that it shouldn't have been a problem. As far as he knew, no one knew exactly where he was, and he'd left his cut at the club house. He hadn't spoken to Elmo about the Sons and she'd never given so much of a hint of knowing that much about him. As his suspicion warred with his curiosity his impetuosity had his fist raised, knuckles rapping on the door, before he'd even come to a decision.
The door was opened by what was either a bouncer or a very big problem. Tig sized-up the mountain of a man as he realised he was being waved through into the building. He took two steps into the dimly lit corridor which was painted a deep, rich purple. As the seven foot bundle of muscle resumed his seat behind a small black desk, Tig noticed a black door set into the wall of the hallway, before turning his attention to the girl walking towards him. The green-eyed blonde was striding confidently on the towering, Perspex stripper heels and was clad only in black leather hot pants. Tig's gaze was captivated by the bounce and sway of her golden breasts as she moved. He began to wonder what on earth this place had to do with Elmo.
Without saying a word the girl slipped her arm through Tig's pushing her breasts slightly against him, smiling brightly as she guided him along the hall. When they reached the end of the corridor they entered a room set up in a similar manner to most of the strip clubs that Tig had ever been in, although this one qualified as high-class compared to the ones he usually visited. The walls were the same plum colour as the hallway. A bar was set along one wall, staffed by two brunettes wearing silver corsets. As one reached for a top-shelf bottle Tig could see she was wearing the same black leather hot pants as his blonde companion. There were the usual low tables, two or three low backed armchairs set at each, all facing the stage. The stage ran the length of the wall in front of him, with a catwalk running out from the centre. The chrome pole at the head of the catwalk gleamed in the muted overall light of the room and the reflected light of the small spotlights set into the edge of the stage and catwalk.
Tig took all this in as the blonde guided him to a table, front and centre to the stage. It was a Saturday night, and despite the relatively early hour there seemed to be a steady crowd. Several patrons were seated at tables around the room. It appeared he'd arrived in between acts. He made himself comfortable in the chair as the blonde returned with a large glass of amber liquid; the smell told him it was bourbon.
The heavy opening guitar chords of Marilyn Manson's Sweet Dreams thumped out like a heartbeat as the next act strutted onto the stage. Tig was wondering where the hell Elmo was and what she was up to when he did a double take and realised that Elmo was on the stage. She was wearing white lacy shorts with a similar white lace bra and silver heels. Tig could just make out the dark shape of her new ink through the sheer material. Her body moved sinuously to the music as she made her way to the pole in front of him.
Elmo jumped up to the pole, beginning a series of spins with a sensual athleticism that didn't surprise Tig at all after all the time they'd spent together. He made himself comfortable and leant back to watch her as she spun and twisted, holding some positions with a strength that Tig was ashamed to realise he didn't know that she had. The powerful grace of her body was feral and mesmerising, somewhere between a large cat and a snake, definitely wild and untamed. Seeing the full potential of her body and the thought of what it could do alternately gave Tig chills and hot sweats as Elmo moved in harmony with the music.
Initially Tig's attention had been completely rapt on Elmo, until he remembered the other men he'd seen seated around the room when he'd walked in. He glanced around to find everyone in the room watching her avidly, even the staff. He found himself torn between wanting to gut everyone present before throwing her over his shoulder and marching out and being so proud that it was his girl they were watching and being aroused by.
The last chords of the song faded out as Elmo left the stage. Tig took a deep breath and shook himself, returning to the present moment and gaining a measure of equilibrium as he realised that this explained quite a lot. He was lost in his musings about his dark haired lover as the next piece of music started and the next dancer took the stage. He wondered if this was all tonight's game was going to be, if this was where she intended to draw the line under their time together and found himself feeling strangely disappointed.
He was interrupted from his thought by a light touch on his shoulder. When he looked up he found Elmo, now covered by a discreet black silk wrap dress. She didn't speak, just made a beckoning motion with one forefinger as she turned and headed to the side of the stage. Tig got up to follow her, having to adjust himself in his jeans before he could catch up to her.
She led him through a door at the side of the stage. Tig could see that it opened into the backstage area. He could hear the chatter of the other girls as they gossiped whilst getting ready for their dances. He turned back to see Elmo climbing a flight of stairs. He followed her, intrigued but not so distracted that he couldn't pay attention to the curves of her ass.
The top of the stairs revealed another corridor, this one decorated in a deep crimson, with several doors of dark wood set in the walls. Elmo walked past several doors before pausing in front of one. She rested her hand on the handle as she turned to him.
"Are you ready for the last scene of the movie?" She asked quietly.
"What's inside?"
"A room... with a two way mirror."
"Is this what you do?"
Elmo shook her head and gave him a half smile. "No. I'm not a working girl, never have been. I started out dancing, now I own all this." She motioned around them with one hand. "There's a fetish club in the basement. You've not done tequila body shots properly until you've done them on a chained and naked man wearing a butt plug and a blindfold."
"And this? The room?"
"Some of these rooms are private. Some, less so."
"How do you know anyone's there?"
"You don't. There might be no one, or the room might be full of people watching me suck you dry."
"You really wanna do this?" Tig was slowly wrapping his head around this new side of Elmo.
"Damn straight I do. Tig, don't you dare pussy out on me now." Elmo gave him her own impish smile.
"Not a chance sweetheart."
Elmo opened the door revealing a room decorated simply in deep colours, dominated by a four poster bed made from a dark wood and a large mirror with a gilt frame that took up half of one of the walls. Tig walked in, hearing Elmo shut the door behind them.
Elmo stepped past Tig into the middle of the room. She turned half facing Tig, so that she didn't have her back completely to the mirror. She slowly undid the ties that held the dress closed around her letting the inky silk fall from her shoulders with a soft whisper, leaving her completely naked apart from the silver shoes that she was still wearing.
She held her arms out from her sides, executing a graceful spin, exhibiting herself to him and whoever else might be watching them. Tig spared a quick look at the mirror as he rubbed his hand over his suddenly dry mouth. Feeling himself harden fully at the thought of who knew how many people watching Elmo work her magic on his body he walked over to her.
He was rougher than he intended when he tangled his hand into her hair to hold her in place for a brutal kiss, his lust getting the better of him, but Elmo met him just as fiercely.
She pulled back, letting him tug her bottom lip between his teeth before she slid to her knees in front of him, making sure that they were positioned so that no part of the act would be out of sight of their potential audience. She freed him from his jeans, looking like the cat that was about to get the proverbial cream as she worked his flesh.
It was every bit as spectacular as he remembered from the last time she'd taken him with her mouth. Her firm grip, the moist heat of her mouth, the way she twisted her wrist when he least expected it. She took him deep, finger tips teasing the skin of his balls and beyond as she sucked. He let his head fall back, let his body ride the sensations spreading out from his core as she worked her magic.
The thought of people watching them, seeing her serve him like this, witnessing her working his body, tipped Tig over the edge. He tangled his hands into the soft strands of Elmo's hair, holding her as he helplessly thrust against the hand that gripped the base of his cock as he exploded deep in the heat of her mouth.
Elmo sat back on her heels, looking up at Tig with a satisfied smile. She delicately wiped the corner of her lips with the tip of one finger, a move that had blood rushing to all Tig's vital parts again. It was a small action that just made him want to shoot cum all over her face.
Tig had completely forgotten about their possible spectators. When Elmo stood he pulled her to him for a consuming, possessive kiss. He could taste himself in her mouth, a salty tang over the sweetness.
When they came up for air he affectionately brushed the back his fingers down her cheek. "Doll, you made my Christmas."
"Well now you know where to find me."
A/N: Big shout out to Voracious Bitch; she's great company at the edge of the abyss. I think the ledge crumbled a little when we started discussing the ahem *cough* ins and outs of fowl sex ...
You have her to thank for this story. Without her constantly putting her boot to my ass, her support and ideas, this would not have happened!
Big hugs and sloppy kisses to everyone who took the time to read, follow, favourite and review. You all rock my world! I've loved reading your responses. I was nervous about some of the subject matter and I'm not gonna lie, there were a few times I hit 'post' and then hid behind the sofa. Thanks again for your support. X
A few people have asked if Elmo and Tig are going to hook up again...they might...
