I do apologize for the long delay, but school has been kicking my ass this term. Thank you for continuing to support me and my silly story. I do hope you enjoy this chapter and it makes up a bit for the wait. I have had some continued questions as to whether I had a Pinterest for this story. I hadn't thought about it when I started the story, but decided to create one. It's not terribly exciting or organized, but offers you glimpse of some of my inspiration. You can find me on Pinterest under my pen name and this story name. Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers. Enjoy!
Chapter 25
"Okay Christian. I told you a long time ago that I will always comply with security protocol. Now... Can we go, everyone is waiting for us, and I want to shake my ass to some loud and obnoxious music."
"Let them wait." He pulls me in and lays a tender kiss on my lips. "Mmm... I can't wait till you're my wife. I love you, Ana."
"I love you too, Mr. Sex on Legs. Let's go people are waiting." I drag him from our bedroom to find everyone sitting around clearly waiting on us.
"Hey gang, sorry for the delay. Ready to go?" I say to no one.
"Man, I was about ready to get a blanket, curl up on this massive couch and call it a night. You two are slower than a geriatric slug on a salted snowed-in street." Keegan teases but he has room to talk. He takes forever to get ready… and he's a guy. It's expected from a woman, right?
"Don't get your Underoos twisted brother. We had something to discuss," Christian explains matter of fact.
Thank fuck Keegan and Christian aren't wearing anything alike tonight. Christian has on black slacks with a gray shirt and Keegan is wearing tan slacks. Hard enough to tell them apart in the daylight, a dark, crowded club is completely different. Since Harper and I have very different styles most people don't have a problem telling us apart, especially those who know us well.
We take two elevators since the Ninjas and a few interns will be joining us. I'm excited for tonight. We haven't been out with everyone for a while and I'm glad that my brother and sister are here too.
After making it down to the lobby, we walk a short way to the club. You'd think Obama himself was here with all the security we have. They've got those little things up their sleeves to talk to one another. People are staring at our group of nearly twenty. Can't say I wouldn't either because half of them look like the damn secret service.
Arriving at the entrance of the club, we are greeted by our VIP host, Max. Short for Maxine because she is very much all female if those cantaloupes rupturing out of her chest are an indication. If those tits were pushed up any higher she'd be blind. I just want to scream at her, 'this might come as a surprise, but your boobs are supposed to be inside your shirt.' She's professional nonetheless, and doesn't try to ogle any of the boys and they pay her no attention either. Good thing because I am dressed to the nines tonight and not in the mood to kick some skanks' ass. She leads us to the VIP section where the tables are roped off. We are far enough away from the dance floor to not be bothered, but close enough to see what's happening. I see the Ninjas and interns scatter.
This place is cool and very different from the clubs we have in Seattle. I see a pool outside, but it's closed since it is February. The lighting is not over the top so I can still see everyone seated around our table. There's a shit ton of people here and now I know why… Tiësto is the guest DJ. Our server and her boobs drop by to take our drink orders and since we have bottle service Christian orders some outrageously priced Bollinger. Harper and I both order white wine, Kate and Mia order some vodka concoction, Tanner isn't a big drinker but she gets a red wine. Christian orders his go to Bombay Sapphire, Keegan, Elliott, Ethan and Hunter all get a beer. Boring. I assured Christian that I will not let myself be overserved since he's wanting to fuck when we go back to our room. Walking, talking hard on…have I mentioned that?
We're enjoying our drinks, the music and people watching when Kate and I notice a group of whores... I mean women, breaking their backs trying to get one of our guys to notice their tits.
I see that Kate is looking a little perturbed, "Kate behave yourself, please. We do not want to start any shit in this club. Christian will kick my ass if we make a scene."
"Ana, if one of those bitches attempts to approach my man, I'm going to jump out of my very expensive nice girl dress…" She is one of the most jealous people I know but has no reason to be. She's beyond gorgeous, Elliott loves her and would never do anything to hurt her or their relationship. Her claws are quick to make an appearance so I will be keeping my eyes on this particular group of whores.
Christian leans close to me and asks if I want to dance. Um… yes, please. Not only can he fuck like a rockstar, he also can dance like one. The few times we've been out dancing together always ends up with his dick inside me. I admit, although sex in a public restroom has been never high on my bucket list, there is something about public sex that makes my loins quiver. Christian would never let us get caught. The first time we did it was in his club so yeah, no chance of getting caught.
Christian pulls me onto the dance floor, "Baby, you look so sexy in that dress. I'm not sure how long I will be able to keep my hands off you."
"Well, Mr. Handsy McHands, you best get control because we are most definitely not doing the nasty in any bathroom of this club." He smirks and I know this means it's a lost cause.
A few minutes' pass, when Kate, Elliott, Harper and Keegan have joined us on the dance floor. I have my back to Christian and my ass is rubbing up against him. I know I am pushing my luck teasing him like this, but I just can't help myself. He makes it too easy to wind him up.
We dance a few more songs and I need something to drink so we make our way back to our table. I gulp down my drink and see that Hunter and Mia are all cozy. I look at Christian and he raises an eyebrow. I shrug.
He sits down next to me and I put my hand on his thigh and lean in so he can hear me, "You do know that she is an adult, right?"
Did he just growl at me?
"Christian, my brother is a good guy. You know this and he would never hurt Mia. How do you think he feels about you and Keegan with me and Harper? It's no different. Big brothers are supposed to look out for their little sisters, right."
"Yes, I know this, but it is still hard to think of her as a grown up. She's my baby sister. Don't even get me started with sex... No, nope, do not even want to think about that."
"Well, from what Harper has told me, he's head over heels for Mia. She's talked about moving to San Diego… maybe it's not such a bad thing. You want her to be happy, don't you?"
"Of course I do. I know that your brother would never hurt her. It is the thought of her not needing us anymore to take care of her when that's all we've done our whole lives." He is looking forlorn. Time to snap him out of this, I mean shit we're here to have a good time after all. I run my hand a little higher on his thigh and there's the smile I was looking for.
I'm people watching when I see Kate stomping her way toward us. Uh oh, that is not good. Elliott is not far behind her.
"Kate, what's the matter?"
"Seriously, when did it become okay to hit on a guy right in front of his girlfriend? I'm going to beat Ms. Erin Gobraless over there if she does one more thing. She's been' eye fucking Elliott since the minute we arrived."
Attention! Attention... Calling all drama queens, auditions have been cancelled for today.
Christian stands and steps outside the area just as Elliott comes back, Christian signals for Elliott to follow. I sit and listen to Kate as she explains what happened, but keep my eye on Christian too. Taylor and some other guy approach them; they talk for a minute and then walk away.
No sooner do I think everything is under control, I see a gaggle of tits, ass and pussy approach Christian and Elliott. Two of them are a little too close for my comfort. Hey there C U Next Tuesday… do not touch my fucking fiancé. I sit still watching when I see a blonde grab Christian by the hand, trying to drag him to their table. Yep, that does it.
I look at Kate and her face is as red as her dress. Harper comes back to the table and Keegan walks over to his brothers and now there is a pack of she whores. Who by the way, are not attractive at all unless seriously bad dye jobs, fake tans and silicone is your thang. Bandage dresses are not attractive when your stomach sticks out further than your boobs… unless you're pregnant and then I'm not sure you should be wearing a bandage dress at all. Just sayin'.
I'm about ready to stomp my tiny self over there when I see Taylor, two of the interns and some lumberjack guy escorting the ladies from the club. Kate and I give them a little wave; however, Kate's idea of a wave included just her middle finger. Go Kate!
Crisis adverted and we are back to having fun. The girls drag me onto the dance floor while the guys stay behind no doubt gawking at us. Our so-called dancing is borderline obscene, but we are having a good time, so I don't give a shit. I'm getting married in less than two days, so I'm having fun dammit. Kate straddles my leg performing dirty dancing moves when I feel hands grab my hips and move with me. This goes on for seriously about 15 seconds and no sooner do I realize those are not the hands of my fiancé, I am being pushed forward. I lose my balance and end up on the floor with Kate and the heel of her stilettos digging into my thigh. Fuck, that is gonna leave a mark. I look up to see Keegan and Elliott doing everything they can to move Handsy Fucktard away while Christian picks me and Kate up off the floor. People are looking at us and I'm even more pissed when I see some asswipe taking pictures. Sawyer is on that like stink on shit. He swipes the guys phone from him most likely deleting the pictures. He tosses it back with what looks like a stern warning. Bubye ass hat!
Christian has a look of fear on his face as he is looking down at my leg. He leans in to speak directly in my ear, "Jesus, baby, are you alright? It looks like you're bleeding." He points to my leg.
"Motherfucker." I yell. Can't even blame that mishap on too much alcohol. Fucking Kate and her god damn hooker shoes.
"Come on, let's get you some place where we can look at that," Christian says while escorting me back to our table.
I see the Ninjas and Sasquatch removing a big burly guy with gold chains around his neck ala Oily Bohunk from Sixteen Candles. This Neanderthal has more hair on his body than any normal human should.
Body hair… what's your thoughts on that? I know both men and women who shave themselves from top to bottom. Kate's girly bits resembles a prepubescent schoolgirl. However, I am not a fan of a completely bare kitty. I ladyscape regularly, but never will I wax…ever again. Why is that Ana? Well, let me tell you about my first and only experience with waxing of the who ha. Bear with me while I get a little nostalgic.
Early on in our first year at college, I was home by myself on a Friday night… yeah big surprise there… and deathly bored. So, what did I end up doing to occupy my time? You got it… a wax. I found Kate's wax strips and headed to the site of my demise… the bathroom.
After looking over the directions, I realized that this was a cold wax kit. The directions say to rub the strips together in your hands until they get warm, then you peel apart and press it on the invasive hair and it comes right off. No muss, no fuss. Can't be that hard, right? I'm no girly girl, but I'm smart enough to figure it out. Ya think?
Pulling one of the thin strips out of the box; I notice that its two strips stuck together so I decide instead of rubbing them together, I'd get out my hair dryer and heat those suckers up. Cold wax, my ass… this phrase still haunts me today. I put the strip on my thigh and hold the skin taught and pull. Okay, that didn't feel too bad. Yeah, I can do this. I'm proud of myself… Hair removal be damned. I am Shera, warrior of wayward body hair and smooth skin extraordinaire.
With the next wax strip, I move north. I run out and grab my phone just in case I should go into shock from the pain. I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my cute lace panties with sunflowers on them and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my lady garden and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek. Yes, it was a long strip. I inhale deeply and brace myself.
RRRRRRIIIIIPPPP! I'm blind... Blinded from the most intense pain I have ever felt. OH, MY FUCKING GOD!
My vision slowly returning, I realize that I've only managed to pull off half of the strip. Shit! Another deep breath and RRRIIIIPPPPP. Everything is swirly and spotted. Do I hear crashing drums? I feel like I'm going to pass out.
A few minutes later and my heart rate is back to normal, I inspect my trophy - a wax covered strip with my hairy pelt that has caused me such pain sticking to it. I hold up the strip to inspect closer. There's no hair on it. Where the fuck is the hair? Holy fuck, where did the wax go? Slowly I lower my head, foot still perched on the toilet, I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch it and I realize I am touching wax. Craptastic! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, not in a sexy kind of manner mind you, and find it is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.
Then I make the next epic mistake in my journey to hair freedom. Remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet. I know I need to do something, so I put my foot down. Motherfucker! I instantly hear the slamming of a prison cell door. Vagina… sealed shut. Ass… sealed shut.
I penguin walk my sorry self around the bathroom trying not to panic as I figure out what to do and think to myself, 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop because my head may shoot off.' Ding ding ding… it hits me like a bitch slap. Hot water! Hot water melts wax, right? I ran the hottest bath one human could possibly stand. Waiting for the bath to fill, I plot my strategy to winning the great hair war of the south… I will just gingerly step in, immersing the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I will gently wipe it off. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right? WRONG!
Stepping into the tub; the water only slightly hotter than what is used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical tools, I lower myself down. Now, the only thing worse than having your business glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub, in scalding hot water. Here's a little ditty you should know… Hot water doesn't melt cold wax.
Now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub and start to panic. I remember that I had my phone so I call Harper, but she's not answering. Kate! I'll call Kate because surely she would surely know the secret maneuver to get me out of this dilemma without alerting the authorities. It's a very good conversation starter too, "Hey Kate…So, I was bored tonight and decided to use my ass as a wax experiment and now said ass and who-ha are stuck to the bottom of the tub."
There is a slight pause. She doesn't have a secret trick, but does her best to try and hide the laughter. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located on bottom.
"Are we talking butt cheeks, asshole or what?" I hear her laughing hysterically even though she's covering the phone. After giving her a play by play, she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. Oh, yes, right… please let me be the joke of someone else's night.
While we go through various solutions, I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in scalding water and then dry shaving the sticky wax off. By now my brain is not working and my dignity has taken a major hike, and I slip into glazed donut land. I need both hands free so I put Kate on speaker and my hand reaches toward the saving grace. The lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I have to lose at this point, right? I rub some on and Holy Mary Queen of Wax! The shrill of my scream probably woke the neighbors, but I just could not bring myself to give two fucks.
"It works… Oh my God, Kate, it works," I yell. She offers a hearty congratulation with plenty of laughter and I make her swear to Louis Vuitton that she won't breath of word of this before we hang up. As I am inwardly referring to myself as the king shit of wax removal; I notice to my grief and despair that the god damn hair is still there. ALL OF IT! Since I am numb at this point, I decide the only way out of this wax cluster fuck is to shave it all off. I just kept thinking 'thank fuck no one was going to see my handy work anytime soon', because when I was finished my nether regions looked like they went ten rounds with the neighborhood cat.
I knew very early that all three Grey brothers are extremely protective so I'm surprised when I don't see any marks on any of them. Oh, they're acting like adults tonight…. Golf clap!
Christian is kneeling next to me and pulls up my dress a little to get a better look. Everyone is leaning in as if I was a high school science experiment.
"Wow. Bitty that doesn't look good. Maybe we should call Grace to have a look at that," Elliott suggests.
Great just what I need, my almost mother in law thinking I'm a complete idiot incapable of standing on her own two feet for longer than five fucking minutes.
"I think I'll be fine. No need to bother your mom with this. I'll just go up to the room and clean up."
We've been here for a few hours and my buzz is gone so I'm crashing fast.
"Anastasia, come on, let's go back to the room." Christian does one of those head nod things to the head Ninja who meets us at the door followed by his trusty sidekick, Sawyer… my bodysitter.
We say our goodbyes and make plans with everyone to meet for breakfast in our suite. With our entourage following, Christian and I safely make our way back to our little slice of heaven. As Christian puts the little key card thingy in the door, I can tell by the look on Christian's face he is not happy. I just hope he's not angry with me because I most certainly did not ask for some needle dick to put his paws on me.
He opens the door and gestures for me to go in and he follows. I immediately go to the bathroom so I can take off my clothes and look at the buzz kill that is my stab wound. Fuck, why does stupid shit always happen to me.
"Christian, can you find out if there are any bandages around here?" I yell out to him only to hear him yelling at someone on the phone. Christ Almighty, the man is going to have a heart attack before he's thirty. I worry about him… between the stress of running GEH, worrying about me, the renovation of our house, the wedding, the honeymoon and whatever crazy shit swirls around in his head, he's feeling the pressure. Oh, boy, do I know how to fix that.
Fuck the bandages, I clean it off with soap and water and call it a day. It's not bleeding too bad, so I wrap some toilet paper around my wound and tie a little bow… improvisation is a hidden talent. I quickly wash my face to remove the war paint, take out my contacts and put my hair up. I find the AP Liliana pink and blue lingerie I bought last week. My boobs are falling out of this get up so hopefully it will provide some enticement to my fiancé to get his ass off the phone and slip his big hard dick in me.
Can I tell you a secret? Like a secret secret that not even Christian's brothers know? Shortly after we got together and became super serious, I came to the realization that Christian has a healthy interest in kink. Even though he's not had a steady flow of pussy in his adult life, he did confess that he dabbled in kink. Not hard core like BDSM, but kinky enough that we have a stash of floggers, paddles and other sex related accoutrements.
One day I was sassing him so he slapped my ass. At first I was taken aback, but then he did it a few more times and I realized that it made me hot …and wet more than pissing me off. In his everyday life Christian is very alpha male… dominant if you will. He likes to take command of our sex life which I appreciate… I am no longer a virgin, but I'm still green when it comes to sex. Christian has been patient, pushing me a little more every time we have sex. I've learned a lot about myself too… prime example… I'm not a big fan of semen in my mouth. I will suck his big dick all day long, but semen be damned. I know it's a texture thing, I'm sure of that. Well… maybe it's a taste thing too, but yeah, so not for me.
I have found out from Kate and Harper, that large cocks are a shared trait of the brothers Grey. It's not as if we've lined the three of them up to take measurements or anything, but we've had some girl talk. Back to our kinky sexscapades…
One night, when I was finished getting ready for bed, I came out to find Christian was sitting on the edge of our bed naked as the day he was born. Big ole' dick standing at attention as he slowly stroked himself. Um, yeah, complete turn on, so I crawled into his lap and straddled him. He slid his dick inside me and we started going at it… loud, dirty talking sex when he began to spank me as I rode him. I loved it and begged for more. He spanked me a little harder as we continued our NC17 tryst and had plenty of energy going when he smacked me hard once more and then again.
However, this time it was out of sync with my movement. You know where this is going… his hand swung down hard as my ass moved up, and he ended up missing it entirely, smacking himself in the balls with the full force of his own hand.
Christian is a big, strong man so you can imagine the vigor. I heard a loud groan and he immediately doubled over, fell off the bed, taking me with him. He curled up in a ball… holding his balls, while I was writhing in pain because he was lying on my wrist. I couldn't figure out what to do so I remained still and he finally rolled off me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I thought maybe he needed ice for his balls. Without even thinking, I ran… naked… to the kitchen, grabbed a hand towel and fistful of ice. As I was coming around the corner, I ran smack into Taylor who was doing his nightly check. I don't know what possessed me, but I decided to stop and have a little chat with him. Taylor, ever the professional, was trying to look anywhere but at me when I realized just what I had done. Oh fuck… I'm naked!
I hauled my naked ass back to our bedroom, ice in hand, and tended to Christian's very sore ball sack. I ended up telling him about my kitchen encounter the next day because Taylor was acting weird. To say that Christian was not pleased is an understatement, so I'm not allowed to leave the bedroom naked anymore.
Back to the hole in my leg. It's a little after two am and I am more than a little tired, so I crawled into bed. I grab my iPad thinking I'll read a bit as I wait for my hunka hunka ya maka my loins tingle man to return. I lay there fighting with my eyelids for about half an hour before I tapped out. Not sure when Christian finished his verbal assault and came back to the bedroom, but I know that he came in to find me sprawled out in the middle of the bed in my sexy lingerie.
No bang bang for you. So sowry!
A/N - Next chapter will be the wedding!