Chapter Eight


Author's Note: The spanking is over. But it's still pretty dirty. Just to let you know ;). Thanks to everyone for their reviews.

Once Kate was inside what looked like the dressing room of Unzipped, the only person she could see was Sami. Sami's back was to John and Kate, so she hadn't seen the two intruders yet. She seemed pretty distracted, actually, Kate noticed, trying to look around Sami to see who the other person was. Unable to see the second person, Kate watched Sami bring her hand down to slap the person over and over.

John shook his head with disappointment, "Sami's temper is getting the best of her again," he commented sadly, beginning to hurry towards Sami, "I hope the person she's hitting isn't hurt too badly."

Kate began to follow John across the room to Sami when the second person made a loud noise that filled the room. Kate stiffened when she realized who the second person was and a shriek escaped her lips before she could stop herself.

"Sami! What in God's name are you doing to my son?" Kate screeched, causing Sami to stop in mid-slap and Lucas to jump so high, his head made contact with the bar above him.

"Mom?" instead of sounding relieved that his mother had come to save him from Sami, he sounded both disgusted and annoyed, "Why are you still here? I thought Bonnie had said I was the last one."

"Well, she must have forgotten about me and John," Kate stopped glaring at Sami long enough to look at her son, who was now practically cowering inside the clothes rack, "Lucas, why are you hiding in there like that? Did she really hurt you? She completely traumatized you, didn't she? That's why you're hiding in there, right?"

"No," Lucas argued, "I'm hiding in here because I don't have any clothes on at the moment."

John's eyebrow shot up at this, "Well, after that revelation, I'm just going to have to conclude that we jumped to conclusions, Kate. Maybe Sami wasn't really beating up Lucas, unless she decided to steal all his clothes first. Do either of you care to tell us what's going on here?"

"No," Sami's face was redder than Kate had ever seen it before, "We don't have to tell you anything, just leave!"

"My, Sami, aren't we getting defensive," Kate said in a screechy, taunting voice as she crossed her arms. Then it seemed to sink in what had been going on and Kate's face crumpled, "Oh my God! I can't believe this is happening! Lucas, I thought you broke up with the stupid trollop, why the hell would you let her touch, let alone spank you?"

John's eyebrow moved higher up his forehead, "Now I know we've come in at a bad time. Kate can we, uh, leave?" He shifted nervously, a look of absolute discomfort on his face. His cheeks were almost as red as Sami's and it looked like the only thing he wanted to do was run from the room as fast as possible.

"Not until I set out some ground rules for Sami," Kate narrowed her dark eyes at the blonde woman, "You're going to stay away from my son. You're not going to touch him in any way. It isn't your place to spank him. If you ever touch him again, I'll... I'll-"

"Why don't you stuff it, Kate? Lucas was asking for a spanking," Kate opened her mouth to protest but Sami quickly continued, "And I mean that literally. 'Oh, Sami, I've been so naughty, please punish me.'" Sami imitated Lucas.

"She's telling the truth," Lucas, who had now completely disappeared into the clothes rack, added.

"And he liked it too," Sami informed Kate, purposely trying to upset her more, "And once we get home, I'm going to use my paddle on him."

"You whore!" Kate raged.

John broke into a coughing fit, his face bordering on purple now, "It looks like our input isn't needed here. Come on, let's get out of here."

He began pulling on Kate's arm and she screamed angrily, "No, John, I can't leave my poor son alone with her. She'll hurt him. She'll put her hands all over him like the slut she is and I can't let her do it. No, no, no! Stop pulling me away! I have to save Lucas! Noooooooo!" Kate howled mournfully before bursting into tears as John yanked her out of the dressing room and slammed the door shut behind him. After a few minutes, Kate's voice faded away completely.

"Hurray, the Anti-Christ has left the building," Sami muttered, "You can come out now, Lucas."

Lucas pushed all the clothes aside and came out wearing a fireman costume. He gave Sami a little smirk and grabbed the matching fireman's hat and put it on.

"How do I look?" he asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say. There were a few things that he wanted to say but he knew they wouldn't go over well with Sami. Things like, 'Gee, I really enjoyed that spanking. I'd love it if you got even rougher with me next time.' or 'You better have been serious about that paddle'. Saying any of that certainly wouldn't sit too well with Sami. It was probably best that he didn't bring up what had happened before his mom and John had walked into the dressing room. It would probably just make Sami even more annoyed with him than she already was and then she'd never spank him again.

Sami glanced at the yellow fireman pants and red suspenders and shrugged, trying to look disinterested, "Don't give me that look, it's not going to work. I'm still mad at you."

Lucas gave her a dirty look and adjusted the hat, "You have no right to be mad at me. My job is my business. It shouldn't upset you at all."

"That's horseshit," Sami swore viciously, "You know you'd be so mad at me if I got a job as a stripper. You'd call me a bad mother, I know you would. Why should there be a double standard there?"

The image of Sami stripping immediately overloaded Lucas' senses. He could see her dancing in center stage at Unzipped, her unblemished, silky skin glowing in the lights. He could see her removing her top so that her supple breasts spilled out, while every man in the room cheered her on. He gritted his teeth at the idea of anyone other than him seeing those luscious curves and hidden treasures. Sami stripping would definitely piss him off. But not wanting to let on that it would make him mad, he shook his head.

"I wouldn't totally be opposed to seeing you stripping," he argued weakly but quickly rephrased the sentence when he realized what he had said, "I mean, I wouldn't try and stop you from doing it." Provided I was the only one around, he added inwardly, another scenario playing out in his mind. They were in her bedroom and she standing in front of him, wearing an incredibly short mini-dress and stiletto heels. She rocked her hips back and forth in time to the music with her back to him, the dress barely covering the soft, rounded curve of her ass. She turned around to face him and slid a thin, lacy thong down her legs and kicked it away. Her hands moved up the length of the dress, the dress material riding higher in the process. She pushed her hands through the blonde locks swirling around her shoulders and the dress moved up higher, giving Lucas a tempting view of the beginning of the blonde curls between her thighs.

With an brazen smile, Sami took hold of the hem of the dress and began moving it up, until everything below her stomach was finally bared to him. She went even slower after that, as she lifted it higher, exposing the creamy swells of her breasts. She pulled the dress completely off and flung it to the side. She advanced on Lucas now, completely naked with the exception of the high heels. She walked around him stealthily with almost feline grace, her hands running over his shoulders and chest. Then she leaned in, her mouth forming the sexiest pout he had even seen and...

"Lucas!" Sami's voice brought him back to the present and he looked at her aggravated, flushed face and knew it probably wasn't the first time she had tried to get his attention, "Are you even listening to me? God, you're so rude, I don't even know why I bother. You just keep acting so full of yourself and stupid and-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Lucas growled, interrupting her ranting by enveloping her in his arms. He got one last glimpse of her baby blue eyes which were tainted with indignance and yes, lust, he could see it, before his lips were on hers. She had finally eaten away at the last of his control and now he pressed his hands into the small of her back, pressing her tightly against his chest. His mouth worked away all of her resistance, teasing the corners of her mouth with his lips and teeth until she arched willingly into him and a soft sigh escaped her lips when he finally pulled his lips off hers for a split second. Then he was kissing her again and now that she was willing, the kiss became more wild and unbridled. Using his arms to move them around so their positions were reversed, Lucas pressed Sami back against the clothes rack, his body covering hers and his tongue traced the seam of her soft, lush lips, silently asking for entrance.

Sami moaned as she opened her mouth and lust hummed through her body as Lucas plunged his eager tongue inside, swirling around the hot opening. She quickly knocked his hat aside and it landed with a hard thud on the floor. She moved her hands through his hair but her hands quickly moved lower. She pushed the suspenders off his shoulders and ran her hands down his bare chest, exploring every inch of the skin that was still warm and moist from the shower. Lucas' tongue continued to mate with hers hungrily while his hands made slow, torturous work of lowering the straps of her sun dress. His mouth dropped to her throat and she breathed heavily as she clung to his shoulders.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," she told him between ragged breaths, almost completely robbed of all oxygen when he began to tongue his way from one side of her collarbone to the other. Her hands tightened on him, sinking into the muscles of his shoulders while she pressed herself closer to him, savoring the firm smoothness of his chest and stomach pressed against her. Heat from his body seeped it's way into her flesh through the thin barrier of her dress. She tried desperately to hang on to her resolve to yell at him and willed herself to push him away from her but it seemed virtually impossible. His tongue left her collarbone and dipped into the beginning of the valley between the breasts and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. His hands caressed her through the dress' material, bunching and sliding the dress up her body until she was positively indecent.

She stifled a gasp when his hot hand cupped her sex and stroked her wetness through her satin panties. It would probably be a good time to stop this insanity but it seemed like forever since he had touched her there, since he had touched her at all. She wanted him more than anything else and she didn't want to put a stop to anything until the need inside her was sated. No matter how angry she was with Lucas, she wanted him badly and that want was overcoming her fury for the time being.

Lucas was still shocked at his own impulsive actions and couldn't believe that neither he or Sami had stopped this yet. He seemed unable to control himself around her right now. Of course, it kind of did make sense. How did that saying go, something about God giving men a brain and a penis but only enough blood to run one at a time? Well, after that naughty little fantasy about Sami giving him a private stripping show and that spanking, it was obvious which part of his anatomy was up and running at that moment. And from the feel of things, Sami was just as aroused as he was. He slipped his fingers underneath the panties and dipped one finger inside her. She was scalding hot and right away, her wet heat began soaking into his skin. And knowing that she was so turned on made him ever more excited. His evil, traitorous cock was so hard it was practically jumping. It was almost painful now. He hated his cock so much, it was always doing this to him at the worst times.

Sami found that it was becoming increasingly hard to keep breathing as Lucas' finger probed deep inside her. When he added a second finger, it was almost hopeless. She felt herself getting dizzy as pleasure built up inside her, preparing to rip through her at any moment. She had lost control of everything and she hated it. She hated losing control with anyone, even though it happened often, especially with Lucas. She had thought she could do this, she had thought she could scream at him until finally convincing him to quit his job. But instead she had wound up spanking him and then doing this with him. She had to stop it before she lost anyone more control. Okay, Sami, on the count of three, you'll pull away. 1. 2. 3. Wow, that was unsuccessful.

"Lucas, stop," she whispered, trying not to zone in on the way he was running his mouth along the slope of her shoulder or the way his fingers were stroking her expertly, working in tiny circles around her clit. Instead, she tried to think of all the women that had seen him in that g-string. All the women who might as well have seen him naked. And it was all Lucas' fault. He had let them see him that way, he didn't care about keeping those parts of himself intimate, she wasn't anything more to him that one of those skanky women in the crowd. Now that was effective. Just thinking about that made her less turned on and more angry.

"I said stop," this time, her voice was forceful and she managed to push him away unsteadily. He stumbled a little bit and looked up at her with lust-hazed, confused eyes.

"I don't want you to touch me," she told him in a low, caustic voice, "Don't ever try and take advantage of me like that again. Go get one of those other women that watched you tonight, seduce them instead. You certainly have a great selection to choose from after showing them everything you did." she took a few seconds to smooth out her dress and hair as best she could before turning on her heel and stalking out of the dressing room.