Chapter Seven


Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update. I meant to post this sooner but some family stuff came up and I couldn't. This chapter contains spanking, just to let you know so if that offends you, you probably shouldn't read this chapter ;).

After several more hours, it looked like Bonnie was getting ready to wrap things up. It appeared to Jan that Lucas was doing the last dance of the night, since Jan had already seen a couple of the strippers leave together. Jan snuck another quick look at Sami and frowned. She had never seen such a dynamic combination of jealous and horny on someone's face before seeing Sami tonight. Every time Lucas came out to perform a new dance, Sami had looked like she didn't know whether to be happy or even more irritated. Not that she had any reason to be irritated. Lucas was one damn fine stripper.

Jan leaned over to talk to Nicole, "What do you think I would have to do to get these strippers to come home with me willingly? I could quickly make an impromptu cage far away from Shawn's cage and then we could-"

Nicole snorted and looked up at the stage, "You're not seriously thinking about getting all those strippers to go home with you, are you? I think there would be a huge price to pay if you went after Lucas. Sami would sneak into your bedroom and set your hair on fire in a jealous rage or something."

"Yikes," Jan looked at Sami, who was grinding her teeth together and staring up at Lucas with a furious look in her eyes, "And I thought I was the only one who had the potential to do something crazy like that. I've always wanted to set someone's hair on fire."

"Remind me to keep all matches and flammable objects away from you from now on," Nicole glanced up at the stage before continuing, "But seriously, if you mess with Lucas, I think it's kind of obvious that Sami's going to make you pay."

"She's probably right about that," a voice filled with amusement spoke from behind them, "But I'm free. Do whatever you want to me, just keep it legal."

"Well, I can't make you any promises-" Jan began as she turned around, immediately drawn to the warm voice. But she stopped short when she saw who was standing behind her, "Phillip!"

"That's right," Phillip didn't seem to understand how she knew his name and his forehead crinkled slightly in confusion, "And you're the one that threw the shoe at my mom, right?"

Jan nodded silently, a faint blush working it's way into her cheeks. She couldn't believe she hadn't recognized him from up on stage. Seeing his mom trying to cover up with that jacket should have given her a clue but no, she had been too distracted by the amount of hot, almost naked dancing men to put two and two together. He got hot, Jan realized, taking in the close-up view she was getting of his hard, muscular chest. Sure, she had seen Phillip a few times when he was with Belle but she hadn't really paid very much attention to him. And now he that he was standing in front of her, still in his stripping outfit, she realized that she had been overlooking a lot by ignoring him. Well, I certainly won't be ignoring him anymore, Jan told herself, Maybe I should just camp out at this strip club. Yeah, that's a good plan.

"Well, you obviously already know my name but I don't know yours," Phillip gave her an expectant smile and Jan fumbled for the right words while still eyeing Phillip's chest. She couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from the thin arrow of hair that disappeared into his pants. She had always thought of herself as being partial to men with hairless chests but Phillip pulled off having chest hair very well. So well it was making her throat dry and her eyes burn.

"I'm Ja- I'm Jane." Jan quickly corrected herself, barely able to resist wincing at the scratchy sound of her voice, "It's nice to meet you."

Nicole eyed her step-son disdainfully, "What are you doing down here, Phillip? Don't you have something else to do?"

Without making eye contact with the blonde woman, Phillip replied, "The club's closing pretty soon so no, I don't. I wanted to come down here and talk to the woman who hit my mom with the shoe. I guess it's because you kind of looked familiar, Jane. I think I may have seen you somewhere before. Do you have any idea where we might have met before?"

"No," Jan squeaked, dropping her gaze to the floor, "I'm sure I've never seen you before. You must be thinking of someone else."

Phillip stared hard at Jan, sizing her up with shrewd blue eyes, "Wait a minute. Is that a wig?" he had seen the woman's hair shift when she had moved her head and for some reason, he just didn't think the dark blonde colour suited Jane. On impulse, he gave her hair a small tug and watched the blonde wig slide down one side of Jane's face, revealing dark brown curls. His mouth dropped open when he realized who the woman was.

"It's you," Jan felt disappointment slice through her at the flat, horrified tone he used, "Why the hell did you back to Salem? What are you up to now, Jan Spears? Whoever you're targeting, whoever you're trying to make a fool out of, it won't work. I wont' let you do it."

"Well, it's certainly not you. You do a good enough job of making a fool out of yourself already." Jan snapped, watching his face contort with rage, "Oh, don't get your g-string in a knot. I have some very good reasons for coming back, ones that are not hurtful in any way. I'm past that stage in my life, I've grown up a lot."

"Really?" Phillip's voice betrayed every ounce of disbelief he felt, "Then let's go for a walk. You can tell me all about your 'plans' now that you're back in Salem."

"But your job-" Jan protested weakly.

"My job is done for the night." Phillip informed her, taking hold of her arm and pulling her out of the seat, "Come on, let's go."


Sami stood outside the back room of Unzipped, growing more impatient with every minute that went by. She had already watched all the other strippers leave one by one but Lucas had yet to come out of the back room. Even Rex had went off with Mimi about five minutes ago and she hadn't seen Phillip at all after he had left the club with some random blonde woman who had been sitting near Nicole. Sami was getting really sick of waiting for Lucas, in fact, she was tempted to shove the door open and go inside.

Then the door swung open again and Sami looked up hopefully. Her face fell when she saw that it was only Bonnie and Mickey. Sami cleared her throat and stepped out of the shadows.

"Bonnie, is, um, is Lucas almost finished in there?" Sami asked, straining to keep her voice neutral, "I needed to talk to him about something."

Bonnie didn't seem even the tiniest bit surprised to see Sami standing outside the door to the dressing room waiting for Lucas, "Sure, he's almost finished. He was the last one to go up and dance, so he had a little less time to get dressed than everyone else. But you can go in there right now, he's fully dressed and everything." Bonnie added casually, "You two are going to be the last ones here, so I asked Lucas to lock up for me tonight."

With a wide, fake smile, Sami nodded with feigned enthusiasm, "Well, I guess I'll go do that then. Thank you so much." Bonnie nodded and walked off with Mickey and Sami scowled at the back of Bonnie's head. Bonnie was supposed to be on her side but no, if she was going to hire Lucas as a stripper and try to get him to dance naked in front of incredibly hormonal women, then Bonnie Lockhart was officially her enemy.

Sami yanked open the door and stalked inside the room, her eyes doing a quick scan to see where Lucas was. When she finally saw him, she mentally called Bonnie the most horrible names she could think of when she saw Lucas was only wearing a navy blue towel. What a lying, manipulative bitch Bonnie was!

The sight of Lucas wearing that towel shouldn't have fazed Sami at all, since she had seen him in so much less earlier that night but for some reason, it made her resolve to scream at him crumble just the tiniest bit. It really was hard to tell someone off when they looked so good that all you wanted to do was slide your hands along their skin and feel them. But Sami had had practice with Lucas, she had practice doing her best to steel herself against Lucas when he was shirtless, which was a large percentage of the time. She could do this.

She marched across the room purposefully and once she was about ten feet away from him, Lucas turned away from the clothes rack he had been standing in front of to face her.

"What do you want?" he asked in a dull voice, while his eyes cut into her sharply, still holding anger and hurt that had lasted over a month.

"You know exactly what I want," Sami shot back, her voice low and barely in control. Images of Lucas dancing on the stage surfaced in her head. She saw him looking right at her as he tore off his pants. She saw him pressing against the pole in the center of the stage while every women in the club watched him. She could still hear the women screaming at him to take off his clothes. Then there was Crystal's voice.

"I would do anything to fuck that."

They all wanted to fuck him now, every single women that had seen him dancing. She hated them all for it and she hated that Lucas had been the one to put those thoughts into their heads. He had done it to get back at her for hurting him, she was sure of it. He wanted to get back at her by flaunting his body in front of everyone, in front of her, trying to make her see what she was missing out on. Of all the spiteful, stupid things he had done, this had to be one of the worst.

"Why are you working here?" Sami demanded angrily after staying silent for a few moments.

"None of your business," Lucas replied coldly and Sami could tell that the tone she had used with him had already made him defensive, "I can do whatever I want in my free time. You don't have any say in it, so why are you even here?"

"To inform you that you're being totally ridiculous," Sami shot back, "There's tons of other jobs you could be doing. Why would you take one in a whorehouse? Are you trying to follow in your mother's footsteps or something?"

"Don't, Sami," Lucas glared at her, "It's two completely different things and besides, I'm not going to let you trash my mom. This is not whorehouse. I mean, your brother's working here too or did you not notice that."

"He gets it from you," Sami replied crossly, "And I always believed you had more class than Rex. But I guess I was wrong. You're letting yourself be thought of as a man-whore and it's going to stop. You're going to quit the job, Lucas."

"No, Sami, I'm not. What part of you 'it's none of your business' aren't you getting?"

"It is my business," Sami insisted, her face heating up, "You are the father of my son and I don't want my son thinking it's okay to go around taking off all his clothes in front of crowds of people. You have Will to think about. Stop being so selfish."

"I'm not selfish, you're selfish," Lucas retorted, "You're the one who cheated on me and lied and made me feel like I didn't even matter to you. And you know what? I probably didn't. Because the only person that matters to you is you."

"That's not true." Sami was hurt by his words but tried to let her anger come into play more than that hurt, "You're a total idiot for thinking I cheated on you. I was just talking to the guy and I wanted to learn about his work and things, so I was being friendly. You were acting like a possessive asshole."

Lucas dropped his shoulders and shook his head, "You know, maybe I did overreact. But that wasn't the thing that made me break-up with you. It was what you said. It was the way you said that all we did was sleep together. Like you didn't really want anything else from me."

Sami's eyes widened at his words, amazed at how quickly the look on his face changed from angry to hurt. She didn't know how she was supposed to reply to that. She had went from wanting to slap him to wanting to hug him in mere seconds and she didn't know how to take that. She searched desperately for some kind of response but luckily, she didn't have to find one.

Replacing the hurt look, a taunting look quickly fell across Lucas' face, "Not that it really matters anymore. We've both made a decision to move past that part of our lives. Or at least, I have. I bet it really bites your ass that you can't get over it."

"No, it bites my ass that you think I'm not over it when I am."

Lucas smirked at her and leaned over so he was whispering in her ear, "You're here, aren't you? Obviously, you can't stay away."

"Get over yourself. I'm only hear for my son's sake. You're not acting like a father figure to him and stripping is just plain wrong. God, I may complain about your mom a lot but I never thought she was such a horrible mother. Three out of four of her sons are sluts now. I know she didn't raise Rex but I kind of think it's genetic. Stripping is just so self-degrading and dirty and sick and someone needs to like, spank this out of your system or something." Sami blurted out, unable to stop herself after she started ranting. She bit her lip after uttering that last sentence and waited for Lucas' reaction.

Lucas' mouth twitched and it looked like he was trying hard not to smile, "Someone needs to spank it out of me, huh? Well, as far as I know, you're the only one here. I can't guarantee that you'll succeed in 'spanking it of my system' but you can certainly try."

"Lucas, I didn't mean..." Sami's voice trailed off and she watched Lucas turn around and let the towel drop to the ground. He bent over slightly, holding on to the rail above the clothes rack with both hands, then turned around to look at Sami, who had been rendered speechless.

"Come on, Sami," he mocked her, glad that he still knew how to shock her into silence, "I've been such a bad boy. Letting all those girls see me in that little g-string. I've been so very bad, haven't I? I should never have went out there and let all those women see me. Oh, I need to be punished so badly. You have to make sure I learn my lesson. Don't you want to teach me a lesson?"

"Stop messing with my head, you bastard." Sami stepped away from him, not taking her eyes off the perfect, muscular ass he had displayed to her. Up close and without the g-string, it looked ever better. His tan line ended at the very edge of his lower back, so his butt was a shade lighter than the rest of his skin, but still a nice tan colour. And it was firm in all the right places. I wonder if he's ever used one of those 'Buns of Steel' workout videotapes before, Sami thought as she dug her nails into her palm, "You don't really want me to spank you. You're trying to get me so embarrassed that I walk out of here and it's not happening until we finish our conversation."

"You're wrong," Lucas told her, inwardly annoyed that she could figure him out so easily. He had thought his plan to get rid of her would work but obviously she was too smart for him. But he should have known that all along. And even though that she had figured out what he had been trying to do, there was no sense in giving up the charade. It was kind of fun to get a rise out of Sami after all the time they had spent avoiding each other, "I just feel like such a bad person. I need punishment. I was so naughty and inconsiderate, only thinking of myself. I should never have let everyone see me like that. But I want to do it again. That is so wrong, oh, Sami, you have make it stop!"

Almost of it's own free will, Sami's hand smacked down hard and Lucas started when she made contact with his skin, nearly hitting his head on the bar above the clothes rack. He turned around to see Sami raising her hand to smack him again, her face flushed with anger and that was when Lucas realized he had been misjudged her reaction. By begging her to spank him, he had backed her into a corner. And now she felt like something to prove and when Sami felt like she had something to prove, she made damn sure she proved it.

"If you want to be punished, I'll do it. Gladly." she seethed, her teeth staying locked together as she brought her hand down a second time. The second slap was a little harder than the first time but he had been expecting it, so he was able to brace himself for it better. The slapping sound echoed through the almost empty dressing room and Lucas felt a moan rising in his throat. A familiar throbbing began in his groin, a throbbing that seemed unavoidable when he spent time with Sami. Crap, she was spanking him and it was getting him horny. He had heard stories about how spankings could get people hot but he had never believed that he would ever be one of those people. But it had been so long since Sami had touched him, maybe he was just taking whatever he could get. Or maybe there really was something sexy about spankings he had missed all these years.

The second slap followed five more in rapid succession. Then five more. Then Lucas started moaning and Sami lost count. Her face reddened when she realized her punishment was having the opposite effect on Lucas than the one she desired. She couldn't believe this was actually turning him on. He had to be insane. Then again, that made her insane too because she enjoying this a lot more than she should have. She couldn't seem to stop herself, she kept bringing her hand down to smack his ass until it was hot to touch and turned a faint red colour. She couldn't believe her conversation with Lucas had taken such a drastic turn. Sure, she might have thought about spanking him and mentioned it but she had never thought she would wind up doing it. But now that she had started, it was impossible to quit. So instead of trying, she brought her hand down to smack him again.


Kate groaned a little and opened her eyes to see John staring down at her with concern darkening his eyes. John let out a little sigh of relief when he noticed that Kate had opened her eyes.

"Good, you finally came to," he chuckled wryly as he let her off of the chair she had been sitting in, "Who knew a shoe could keep someone unconscious for so long?"

Kate groaned again and pressed her fingers against her pounding temples, "Where am I?" she asked in a groggy voice.

"We're still at Unzipped." John looked around the little storage room, "Bonnie said we could stay back here until you woke up. I think everyone's already gone though."

"Oh, no, you mean my sons went up there and got naked and I couldn't stop them?" Kate wailed.

"I'm sorry, Kate," John led her out of the room, "Maybe we should just get going."

The two of them left the small room and stepped out into the darkened room outside. They began making their way towards the exit to the club when John stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at a door.

"I think there's still some other people here," John whispered before falling silent so he could hear what was going on behind the door. After a minute, he turned his attention back to Kate.

"It sounds like someone's beating someone up in there," John informed her, "And one of them is making noises like they're in pain... and for some reason, the voice is so familiar..." Kate noticed his brow furrowing as he went deep into thought and Kate didn't understand why he didn't just open the door to see who was inside.

"Come on, John, we have to make sure everyone's okay in there," Kate told him and stepped by him so she could fling open the door.