Chapter Fifteen


Author's Note: This chapter is dirty again. Thanks for all the reviews so far. And to answer your question, Jennifer Lockhart, of course you can borrow the edible body powder. It sounds like it'll be one hot Jennick fic, I can't wait to read it.

Mimi finally broke the tense silence with a small gasp, "Um... well, this has been a very interesting conversation but I think I'll leave you two alone to finish discussing this. How does that sound?" Without waiting for them to reply, she began walking away, her lipped pressed together to keep from smiling and her eyes shining with amusement at seeing Lucas' completely shocked expression.

Lucas looked down at the bill in a daze, "You really gave me a hundred dollars so I'd give you a lap dance?" he asked, the pure amazement in his voice not hidden or obscured in any way.

"Yes, that's what I said," Sami confirmed, impatiently waiting for Lucas to get over his initial shock and spring into action. But when Lucas looked up, his eyes were filled with defiance and anger, which was the last thing she had been expecting.

"You can keep your money," he snarled, pushing the bill back into Sami's hands, "I'm not a whore, I don't want it."

"If you're not a whore, then why are you working here?" Sami shot back. Disappointment welled up inside her but she tried to push it away and not let it rise to the surface where Lucas could see it.

"Just because I work here does not mean I'm a whore," Lucas told her, "The dancing on stage is pretty much hands off. Therefore, I'm not like that."

"You call that licking contest 'hand-offs'?" Sami mumbled.

"I didn't hear any complaints during the contest," Lucas retorted, "In fact, you seemed pretty content with licking me."

Sami stifled a groan, unable to believe they were back to this again, "Don't start changing the subject like that, Lucas. If you're too chicken to give me a lap dance, that's just fine, I'll leave. Obviously you've never done it before and you're afraid of being a disappointment, so you're making excuses to get out of it. Not that I care. You'd probably be awful at giving a lap dance anyway. I don't know why I came in here in the first place."

Sami tried to walk past Lucas to leave the dressing room but he held onto her arm, face twisted into a scowl after her evident blow to his ego.

"What are you doing, Lucas?" Sami asked innocently, actually knowing full well what he had in mind after her digs about his lap dancing abilities.

"Come with me," his jaw was set stubbornly and he took her hand and began guiding her out of the dressing room, "If you want a lap dance, you're going to get one."

"But the money-" Sami tried to give it back to him but he shrugged her extended hand away.

"I said keep the money, dammit!" Lucas interrupted, "I don't want it."

Sami gloated inwardly as Lucas continued leading her down a narrow hallway. And that money isn't even mine. So, I'm pretty much getting paid to have Lucas give me a lap dance. This is turning out better than I had expected it to.

Lucas opened one of the doors in the hallway and he and Sami stepped inside the room. It was a pretty small, plain room and the only pieces of furniture were a chair and a table with a small stereo and a stack of CDs on top of it. Sami looked around the room warily, suddenly feeling more than a little nervous about being alone in such a small room with Lucas. Lucas did nothing to ease her distress as he locked the door and then turned around, still wearing nothing but that tight pair of red pants and those devil horns.

"Bonnie told us we could use these back rooms for... stuff like this," Lucas finished, "This is actually the first time I've been in one of them."

"I'm sure," Sami returned, her voice dripping with incredulity. Lucas flashed her a brief, annoyed look before speaking again.

"Sit down, Sami," he instructed her, walking over to the stereo, "Any requests you want to make?" he gestured at the stack of CDs. Sami found herself desperately scrambling for some comment to come back with and said the first thing that popped into her mind.

"Do you have any Eminem in there? He gets me so hot," Sami lied, her conversation with Crystal, Nicole and Jan obviously still fresh in her mind. Her remark about Eminem getting her hot had the desired effect on Lucas because he shot her an angry glare but obligingly returned to riffling through the CDs. He picked one out and inserted the CD into the stereo. The beginning strains of a faintly familiar song filled Sami's ears as Lucas approached her. She forgot to breathe when Lucas reached her and gently nudged her knees apart with his leg. He stepped between her parted thighs and her skirt rode up indecently high, threatening to expose her panties.

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted
One moment- Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?


For a moment, she felt painfully self-conscious of the way her dress was riding up so high but the self-consciousness immediately faded when Lucas began to move as soon as the beat of the music picked up.

She would definitely have to retract what she had said about him being a pathetic lap dancer now. All that dancing on stage must have given him confidence and skill, because it was definitely paying off here. He moved his entire body along hers, his sinuous movements causing her heart rate to spike drastically. His hands grasped her hips and he pulled himself closer to her, pressing up against her body and sliding against her sensuously. Her skirt had ridden up to the point where she might as well have not been wearing it. But she was past caring, all she was thinking about was this man's hard body moving effortlessly along hers, like he had done this a hundred times before. But Sami knew he hadn't and that made this entire experience even more breathtaking.

His muscles rippled as he moved and without warning, he leaned in toward her so his hot skin brushed against her mouth. Her back went rigid as his nipple grazed the edges of her lips and it took all of her willpower not to let her tongue dart out to taste him. Instead, she swallowed hard and pushed him away a little bit, still staring up at him in awe. Obviously amused by the fact he had gotten her so flustered, he let out a low chuckle and turned his back to her.

She was almost hypnotized as she eyed the long, lean lines of his back while he pressed his ass back against her lower body. He swivelled his hips suggestively for a few moments, then his hands slid down his firm abdominal muscles and found the top of his pants. In record time, he slid the pants off and kicked them aside. Then he turned back around, letting her feast her eyes on every newly-uncovered inch of his body. He was still wearing his trademark g-string and the devil horns, but other than that, he was uncovered in every way possible.

His hands skimmed up her bare arms as he pressed himself closer to her, undulating in time to the chorus of the song.

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

Lucas didn't take his eyes off her as his hands went back to his waist and slowly slid off the g-string. It was enough to make Sami breathing become choppy and her heart rate speed up to incredible levels. Every inch of his shaft was mercilessly perfect and erect, not to mention so close to her she could take her hand and touch him. And God help her, that was exactly what she wanted to do. And Lucas knew it too. He closed the space between their heated bodies and before she could stop him, he was straddling her lap, continuing to move with the music. His adjusted their positions so his knees encased her hips and unable to resist, Sami ran the palms of her hands down his damp chest, then felt out every defined curve and hollow of his stomach. Lucas reached down and covered her hands with his as she continued caressing his stomach in an almost trance-like state.

She looked up at his face and finally realized how well his costume fit him. With those very realistic horns on his forehead and his smoldering, sinfully dark eyes, it just worked for him. And for a blinding moment, Sami could truly believe he really was the devil because the look in his eyes alone was enough to set her clit aflame. And that was not even the slightest bit an exaggeration because she truly did feel like she was on fire. She knew she was the consistency of a very ripe peach at that moment- wet, soft and warm. And she was dying for Lucas to fill her again and again until all of this was out of her system permanently. The chorus of the song rang out again and the words spoke to Sami. She would touch him and wouldn't force herself to stop this time. Besides, she wanted to regain control. She wanted to make him moan first, she wanted him to scream her name, she wanted to see him lose himself.

One of her hands slid down his stomach, still covered by Lucas' hand and she molded that hand around the velvety shaft that was throbbing hotly between his thighs. Upon that contact, Lucas jerked his hips and grinded harder into her, causing her hand to slide up and down him without her even having to move it. He rocked his hips against her harder, increasing the tempo of Sami's hand and the moan Sami had been wanting to hear escaped his lips. Her victorious smile went unnoticed by Lucas, who was gripping the back of the chair to keep both Sami's and his own balance. Sami's blood was nearing it's boiling point and he ground harder and faster against her, causing the rhythmic up and down motions of Sami's hand to pick up speed. She cupped him tighter, never breaking eye contact with him. She continued tightening her grip until Lucas felt like he was trapped in a vice and he actually liked it. He could feel his release building up inside him and another moan escaped him as she rubbed his rigid length.

Finally he closed his eyes and jerked his hips harder into her as his orgasm crested over him. He closed his eyes and let the after waves of pleasure fade away before finally opening his eyes to see the triumphant expression Sami was now wearing. The song came to an end as Lucas stared into Sami's proud face in silence.

"Look what you did, Lucas," Sami scolded him, bringing one hand up to show him the 'mess' he had made almost tauntingly. Then, with the full intention of making him even hotter, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and slowly licked each one clean. She sucked on her last finger contentedly for a moment before looking at him expectantly, inwardly gloating at the sight of his mouth slightly open with shock.

"Are you planning on getting off me any time soon?" she asked, her voice too breathless for her liking, secretly enjoying the feeling of his warm body weighing down on her.

"Right," Lucas said, obviously still fighting off the aftershock of what had just happened. He got to his feet and Sami stood up as well, fighting back a snicker at the stupefied expression on his face.

"Well, thanks for the lap dance," Sami said, purposely baiting him, "I think I'll get going now." she began counting to five in her head as she started walking away. She had only reached three when Lucas took hold of her arm and whirled her back around to face him. She had been expecting this so she watched him with challenge bright in her eyes.

"You're not going anywhere after that," Lucas told her firmly, "I don't think we've finished our lap dancing session yet." he gave her flushed, disheveled appearance a quick once over and his lips curved into a hot, suggestive smile, "Nope, you're crazy if you think I'm finished with you, Sami Brady." he murmured, before seizing the sides of Sami's face in his hands and fusing their lips together in a searing kiss that almost knocked Sami right off her feet.