Author's Note: I don't think this chapter is very interesting, so I apologize for that. There is a missing scene cut from this chapter involving Phillip, Shawn and Jan and I will link that scene to my profile later today.
The sound of Shawn hitting the floor seemed to vibrate through the entire club. Jan and Phillip turned to see the already large crowd that had clustered around Shawn and one of them gasped in horror, although Jan wasn't which one of them it had been. Both of them pushed through the group of frantic women and knelt down beside Shawn.
"Shawn, man, you okay?" Phillip asked while he and Jan helped Shawn regain a standing position. Shawn winced a little as he got to his feet, shooting a furious look in Belle's direction.
"I think my back is broken," Shawn said slowly, not taking his dark, angry eyes off of Belle.
"Oh, no, that's awful," Jan murmured, rubbing her hand along Shawn's bare back soothingly, "My poor baby." Jan's eyes narrowed as she turned to look at Belle, "What were you thinking, stupid? You could have broken something just now."
"I don't think your back is broken though," Phillip countered.
"Well, my butt is broken then." Shawn said haughtily, feeling pleased that he had evoked an extremely guilty expression from Belle.
Phillip shook his head in disagreement, "Nah. Too much padding for that to happen."
"Thank you, Phillip," Shawn looked offended, "It's nice to know you think I have a big butt."
"I didn't say that."
"But you meant it."
"It's okay, Shawn," Jan interrupted, "Just tell me where it hurts."
"Well, my back hurts... and my stomach... and my big fat butt!" Shawn finished, giving Phillip another wounded look.
Jan sighed, still caressing Shawn's back comfortingly, "But does it feel like anything's really broken?"
Shawn looked at the floor, "No," he admitted sullenly.
"Okay," Jan sighed with relief, "But I still think we should take you home for tonight, since you're probably so sore after Belle pulled that little stunt." Jan directed her attention at Belle once more, "As for you... Let me make one thing clear, Miss Black, if you ever do something like that again, I will make sure Shawn gets a restraining order filed against you. You're lucky I don't kick your ass right here and now."
"What's going on here?" Bonnie demanded, throwing herself into the center of the crowd, "What just happened, Shawn?"
"Belle flipped out and pulled me off the stage," Shawn explained, "And now I feel really sick."
"Why, that's horrible!" Bonnie faced Belle, her eyes blazing with outrage, "Young lady, you can leave my club right now or I will get my lovely uniformed men to make you leave themselves."
"But I didn't mean to," Belle protested sadly, "It was an accident."
"I don't care," Bonnie's forehead creased worriedly, "No one messes with one of my employees, especially not my sexy dancers. Please leave now."
Belle backed down because she didn't want to do something Jan-like and cause a scene, then began walking towards the exit of the club. Kate reluctantly followed, still trying to decide who she should save first- Lucas, from that disgusting Sami Brady or Phillip, from his gay lover, Shawn, and his whorey mistress, Jan. This was one decision she knew she would have to sleep on.
Once Kate and Belle were gone, Jan turned to Bonnie pleadingly, "Can me and Phillip take Shawn home, Bonnie? He's really sore now and I think he needs at least the night off."
Bonnie shook her head, "I don't see why you need to take Shawn and Phillip away from work but go ahead for tonight. We still need to make sure these fine strippers are displayed here as often as possible though, so I hope this sudden pattern of playing hooky stops after this."
Phillip remembered the last time he had skipped work, the first time he and Shawn had... he could feel his face heating up but he tried to smile at Bonnie, "Sure. After tonight, I'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again."
Bonnie brightened visibly, "That's good. You two just make sure you give Shawn there a lot of TLC tonight, okay?"
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Jan replied with a grin as she, Phillip and Shawn turned to leave Unzipped.
Sami pushed open the door to her apartment once she and Lucas had returned home after Lucas' shift at Unzipped. Sami had secretly wished that she and Lucas could have left when Jan, Shawn and Phillip had but Bonnie was also pretty annoyed with Lucas for skipping work. Sami thought Bonnie getting annoyed with Lucas taking a day or two off work a week was completely unjustified, since it appeared to Sami that she gave Lucas, Rex, Phillip and Patrick more hours than she did any of the other strippers. Sami could understand that maybe Bonnie favored her own son but that didn't serve as an explanation for why she gave Lucas and his brothers so many hours. She would have to ask Lucas about that.
And Lucas had only skipped work for her once, although Sami wouldn't have minded if he left the club early every night. It just meant there would be less time for those other pitiful women to see Lucas dancing with practically nothing on and more time for her to see Lucas with absolutely nothing on, making those perverts watching Lucas on stage complete and total suckers. Besides, if Lucas' leaving work early meant her getting to watch hot private dances like Lucas' last one, then yes, she definitely wanted him to do it every night, despite Bonnie's complaints.
"You're quiet," Lucas observed with a tiny smirk, "I didn't expect that, especially not after everything that happened tonight."
Judging from the playful expression on his face, Lucas was obviously remembering Jan's confession about her feelings for Sami. Sami was unable to stifle an external cringe, so she tried to cover it up with a shrug.
"I was thinking," Sami smiled at Lucas, trailing one finger down his chest, her fingers tugging on the buttons of his shirt, "About that private dance you gave me a few nights ago. I really enjoyed that. Especially that part where you..." she broke in mid-sentence, her fingers leaving his shirt to press against the front of his jeans, "Touched yourself here." she finished in a low, throaty voice, making him forget all about Jan, "I hope that you'll do it again for me soon."
Lucas swallowed hard, feeling his body react almost immediately to Sami's touch, "I guess I could do it again sometime but I prefer it when you touch me... there," he finished, licking his lips as Sami pressed her hand against the zipper of his jeans a little bit harder.
Her eyes lit up at his words, "I'd love to," she told him, "I guess we should get going then,"
Sami's arms fell around Lucas and her mouth opened for him as they began stumbling towards her bedroom. Lucas' hands slid down Sami's rib-cage to grasp her hips while he walked backwards. This had been general practice for them ever since their two week agreement had been made. Not taking their hands off each other, kissing like crazy, fulfilling their twenty (and that was on a slow night) orgasm schedule... it was like a routine that wasn't very routine. Every night felt like a completely new experience to Sami, the way she felt this need to reacquaint herself with every part of Lucas after the dancing he did on stage in front of all those women, the reacquainting she felt like she needed to do in order to convince herself that Lucas was still with her and not some other woman he had found at the club. And he was still with her. For tonight and tomorrow, at least.
Sami tried to cease thoughts of the two week deal but failed miserably. Just thinking about the fact that those two weeks would inevitably come to an end tomorrow made the prospect of tearing off Lucas' clothes and spending the night making love with him a tiny bit less enjoyable, which certainly said a lot. As Sami crawled onto the bed after Lucas, her hands began undoing the buttons of his shirt and she willed herself to push thoughts of anything but Lucas out of her mind for the time being.
Sami discovered that she wasn't going to have a problem with that.
In these two sin-filled, earth-shattering weeks, Sami had become very good at 'reacquainting' herself with Lucas. Not only had she become very good at it, but there were few things she enjoyed more these days. Yes, she could definitely get used to saying hello to Lucas Roberts every night. Saying hello to every inch of tan skin, to every muscle and hollow, to Lucas' tight, sinewy this and hard, gorgeous that and of course, what had to be one of her favourite parts of his body. His shirt was already gone, so Sami's hands slid down to the top of his pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, sliding denim down his thighs until there it was. Sami bit down on her lower lip as her hand encircled Lucas, feeling him pulse in her hand. Lucas grinned up at her as her hand glided up and down rhythmically. Hellloooo, Lucas Roberts, Sami thought, grinning back at him.
"I still don't understand why it is that you always get me naked first and then try and distract me from taking off your clothes," Lucas frowned at her just before his breath caught as a result of her tightening her grasp on his throbbing shaft.
"Because you look good naked," Sami responded simply, "And I like touching you,"
Lucas' hips thrust upwards a little bit into her hand and he moaned a little, "But the reverse it true. And I want those clothes off now."
"Well, I'm busy," Sami returned stubbornly, more to give him a hard time than anything else. He moaned again, louder this time, as Sami traced her fingers up his length, her touched slow and skilled.
"Sami!" Lucas sat up and kissed her lips hard, his mouth pulling her lower lip into his mouth and sucking it, distracting her. Sami let out a low moan as his tongue delved expertly in and out of her mouth. She was so caught up in the wet, hungry kiss that it took her a moment to realize that the pulsing warmth of Lucas was no longer contained in her hand. Making a disappointed noise, Sami pulled her mouth off Lucas'. Lucas seized the moment and pulled up her shirt.
"That was rude, Lucas," Sami informed him with playful indignance.
"You should know me well enough to know I don't like taking no for an answer," Lucas responded, throwing the shirt to the side and unclasping her bra from the back.
Rolling her eyes, Sami decided it was time to get him back, "So, tonight really was interesting,"
"It was," Lucas replied absent-mindedly, tugging her skirt down her slender legs.
"Especially the part where everyone found out about Phillip and Shawn," Lucas was now making quick work of removing the last article of clothing from her body, "How do you feel about that?"
"It doesn't bother me," Lucas leaned her back against the bed, his hands running over the terrain of hot, silky flesh, "Phillip can do whatever he wants. We all have our own preferences and I respect that."
"But still," Sami pressed on, despite the fact that she knew Lucas wasn't usually much of a talker in bed, "Isn't Shawn his nephew or something? If he's willing to commit incest, I wonder how he feels about you,"
"Sami..." Lucas' voice was filled with warning as his fingers whispered over her flesh and his tongue smoothed over one coral pink nipple, then continued with a few more firmer strokes until she gasped.
"I'm just saying," Sami said defensively, her hands spearing into his dark, spiky hair as she arched towards his mouth, "If he's willing to get involved with Shawn like that, I wonder if he find you attractive. I wonder if he wants you the way he wants Shawn."
"Why would you wonder something like that?" Lucas sounded a little annoyed now, but his lips trailed across her collarbone lovingly as soon as he finished asking the question.
"Because Phillip's kind of cute," Sami returned, deep in thought, "It would be kind of interesting seeing you two kiss or something. Hot too. And Kate would probably throw herself over a bridge if she saw-" Sami's body shook with laughter, "You... and Phillip... Wow, it makes me all tingly just thinking about it."
"Dammit, Sami, how am I supposed to want to have sex now?" Lucas demanded, burying his face in her stomach, "Smoobrouhaha."
"What?"
"I said, you are making this a very anti-climatic moment for me." Lucas repeated, lifting his face to glare at her. Sami was still for a moment, then gave him the most winning smile she could manage without bursting into laughter.
"Tingle, tingle," was all she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Lucas groaned and raised his head to nuzzle his cheek against Sami's, "I think that you've been spending too much time around Jan, Nicole and Crystal," he muttered.
"Probably," Sami shifted a little bit, reveling in the feel of Lucas' warm, naked body weighing down on her. Despite his comments about her making him not want to have sex anymore, she could still feel him erect and ready, hard and hot against her thigh.
He raised his head and caught her bottom lip because his teeth, suckling gently for a moment, "No more Phillip talk, okay? I love my brother and he loves me but not in that way. He's perfectly happy with Shawn. Sorry for ruining your tingly experience."
"You better be," Sami pretended to pout but the contentment radiating from her deep blue eyes gave her true feelings away. Lucas brought his lips back down to hers, sucking, nibbling, licking along the roof of her mouth until both of them had to pull away gasping for air. Lucas kissed his way down her neck as he positioned himself, centering Sami between his strong legs. His hard body rocked against hers, finding her wet, slick center and easing himself inside.
Both of them were breathing heavily to regain their regular breathing patterns after they had finished. Sami found it truly amazing that sex with Lucas never got boring, despite the fact that they had probably been together so much the past two weeks that everything should have been boring and predictable. But unlike it had gotten with her last boyfriend, Brandon, it never was. Instead, Lucas managed to relight a hot, burning sensation inside her over and over. She could now understand how he held those perverted women's interests night after night. But it was a million times better for her when she was here alone with him, when he was her own private dancer. Turning she ran her hands down his firm, defined abdomen, remembering her earlier musings.
"Lucas, why does Bonnie make you, your brothers and Patrick strip at the club more than any of the other strippers?" she asked.
Lucas seemed to think about it for a moment before finally replying, "I think it has something to do with the eligibility requirement."
"The what?"
"There was an eligibility requirement to get a job stripping at Unzipped," Lucas explained patiently, a slightly arrogant smile trying to force it's way to the surface, "To strip there, you had to be, um, to put it in Bonnie's crude terms, 'hung like a horse'."
"Oh my God," Sami sat up a little bit in the bed, "I can't believe she would have such little tact." Even if it is true, Sami admitted to herself, her eyes unable to stop their descent to that particular region of Lucas' body.
"I know. But she's normally a pretty nice boss, so I can't complain. Anyways," Lucas continued, "I think me, Patrick, Rex and Phillip are the most... hung, so she makes us work the most. In fact, I think Shawn barely made the cut but Bonnie still lets him work regularly because he's Mimi's friend. Or at least I heard her say something like that one time."
Sami snickered, "I wonder if Jan knows. Well, at any rate, it doesn't really matter. What matters is that I have the sexiest, most, as Bonnie would say, hung, most talented stripper in my bed right now and I intend to enjoy every minute of it." without another word, Sami rolled over so one leg was slung over Lucas', then brought her mouth back down to cover his.
