PLANET EARTH, LAS VEGAS, CIRCUS CIRCUS HOTEL
…And, added the mischievous side of Charley, after all, it takes two to tango…and two to say 'I do!'…
Charlie's last thought dissolved away under the gentle, but thorough onslaught of Vinnie's lips. Her hands slipped from his ears and circled round his neck, pulling him tighter against her as she gave herself up to the surprisingly talented lover in her arms.
Vinnie's hands danced across her body in a bewildering rhythm that made no sense to her mind, but thrilled her body no end. She groaned in regret when he released her lips, but his seductive smile promised she wouldn't do so for long.
Vinnie found other occupation for his mouth, using it to show his appreciation for other parts of the beautiful mechanic. He nibbled at her earlobe and grinned wickedly when she sucked in her breath, desire causing her to grip his shoulders hard enough to leave fingermarks, even through his thick fur.
Next on his conquest list was her neck. His lips wandered down to the sensitive jaw line, brushing ever so lightly against the skin, his breath tickling her and causing goosebumps to rise. He watched for a moment fascinated, before continuing on his way south, toward her chest. Another spot chosen, another onslaught and Charlie was biting her lip against crying out as she sucked in shallow breaths, trying not to scream in ecstasy.
Despite Vinnie's best efforts, not all of Charlie had fallen under the spell of her new husband, who was certainly enjoying himself as he teased and cajoled responses out of her. The cheeky part of her was very much alive and kicking and it decided a little revenge was in order, one that would leave him panting as heavily as he was forcing her to do. She removed her hands from round his shoulders and ran them round the width of his back, down the sides and gently across his chest. Vinnie paused and shivered briefly at the ticklish sensations she was creating but soon returned to his previous ministrations, undeterred despite the brief interruption.
Cheeky Charlie grinned to herself and moved her hands to either side of his chest, slipping her fingers deeper into his fur as she searched for what she was looking for. Finding the male buds, she ran one finger round the outer rim of Vinnie's nipples, slowing working her way inward. Vinnie's body jerked in surprise and he pulled back to stare in shock at the audacity of his wife. Her eyes half-lidded, she grinned in challenge, running her tongue round her lips in unspoken seduction.
Not one to back down, Vinnie took a deep breath before grinning back at her. Accepting her challenge, he swiftly moved up and over her as he bent his head and seized her lips in a deep kiss. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her body against his own. He started to move his hips against her, in tandem with the motion of his mouth.
Charlie's eyes widened but soon closed as she fought to regain some control, but Vinnie wasn't about to let her have the upper hand again. His mouth devoured hers as his hands moved in a circular pattern on both sides of her waist. Charlie was held immobile, his weight pinning her against the bed as he continued moving his hands up and down her torso.
Close to being driven crazy, Charlie made one last ditch effort to win and used her hands to reach the only part on Vinnie she could. Her fingers returned to teasing the erect nipples on his chest. Expecting such a tactic, Vinnie retaliated with a sneaky trick of his own that made her loose control, her hands jerking downward to try and stop the sensation he was causing, letting out a hoarse cry of unbridled passion.
Vinnie's howl joined hers, echoing round the room. Without warning, he rolled from on top of her and onto his side.
"Van Wham! Don't you dare do this to me!" Charlie yelled, thumping the mattress in frustration as she cursed her lover for leaving her so aroused, and yet unfulfilled.
Vinnie's only response was pathetic 'puppy's tail got stepped on' noises. Sighing, she sat up and brushed the tangled web of hair out of her face. She glared down at Vinnie and was about to give him a tongue-lashing about bedroom etiquette, until she noticed the thin trickle of blood seeping out from where his hands covered his chest.
A golden light twinkled on her finger but it was on the wrong hand. In dawning horror, she looked closer at the new ring on her right hand, and then at Vinnie's chest. She reached down and tried to move his hands so she could see but he only whimpered even more and turned his back, refusing to let her near the sore spot.
Vinnie's body had gone from red-hot ardour to red-hot pain when Charlie's hand had accidentally ripped the ring out of his nipple. He could only rock from side to side in agony as the nipple throbbed and ached.
Racing into the bathroom, Charlie quickly grabbed wads of toilet paper and ran them under the tap. She raced back into the bedroom and thrust them at Vinnie. He edged away from her, suddenly very scared of the vixen he had tried to bed.
"Hold still Vinnie!" she scolded as she climbed onto the bed and straddled him to stop him moving. She yanked his hands away from the nipple and placed the wet paper against the cut, trying to stem the blood flow.
Vinnie let out another yelp as the cold water shocked his skin but bit down on his lip to stop any further vocal reaction. The cold helped to ease the throbbing somewhat as Charlie brushed her fingers against his cheek, crooning apologies over and over again.
When the blood flow appeared to ease, Charlie looked round for the bedroom phone. Holding the handset was a fat dwarf angel with stumpy wings. She moved off Vinnie, careful to not dislodge the paper and seized the handset out of the fat cherub's custody.
"Good Morning, Circus Circus Reception" answered the hotel reception.
"Hi, Charlene Davidson speaking…uh, sorry, I think it may even be under Charlene Van Wham, I can't remember what we registered under."
There was a brief pause while the receptionist checked her guests' room data.
"For your own reference ma'am, your room is registered under Mr and Mrs Davidson-Van Wham" the receptionist informed her.
"Really? That's very enlightened of you, Vinnie" Charlie said offhandedly to her husband.. He only shook his head in disbelief, his eyes pleading with her to get to the point and get him some help, NOW!
"There's been a little accident, my husband will need medical treatment" Charlie said to the receptionist.
'What sort of accident Mrs Davidson-Van Wham?" the receptionist asked matter-of-factly.
Charlie paused, unsure how she was supposed to describe an amorous induced nipple ring attack to someone over the phone. Deciding a half-truth would have to serve, she replied "He's got a small cut to the chest but it's still bleeding. I can't go into too many details, he's rather embarrassed about the whole thing."
True to the creed of her breed all over the world, the hotel receptionist understood a plea for confidentiality when she heard one. "I'll have Doctor Sung come to your room straight away, Mrs Davidson-Van Wham" she replied reassuringly.
"Thank you!" Charlie breathed a sigh of relief, relieved at not having to go into any finer details of what exactly had transpired.
She placed the phone back on the hook and sat down next to Vinnie. She stroked his forehead, smoothing the frown lines from his forehead.
"They're sending up a doctor" she said, before leaning down to brush his lips with a light kiss.
Despite the pain from one side of his chest, Vinnie's body suddenly had something else to think about and he automatically opened his mouth under Charlie's. Pleased he wasn't in so much pain anymore, she kissed him more deeply. Things looked to get hot and heavy again except for two reasons. One, Vinnie's self-preservation had kicked in and he was loathe to risk any more damage at Charlie's hand just yet and two, a knock on the door signalled the arrival of the doctor.
Muttering under her breath, Charlie released Vincent's mouth and climbed off the bed to answer the door. She opened the door to find a man of Japanese heritage standing in front of her with a medical kit in one hand, and a set of credentials in the other.
"Hello Mrs Davidson-Van Wham, I am Doctor Sung. Hotel reception informed me your husband needs his chest looked at. May I come in?" he asked politely, in a British accent James Bond would envy.
Taken aback by his accent as compared to his ethnic heritage, Charlie hesitated before stepping back and inviting the doctor in.
"It's just plain Charlie, Doctor Sung" she said, leading the way over to where Vinnie lay.
"And your….husband's name?" Doctor Sung said, taking in the sight of the large mouse with antennas, clutching red and white cushions of toilet paper to his chest. Doctor Sung never missed a beat and remained perfectly composed, acting as if he were dealing with any normal human pairing.
"Vincent" Vinnie said through gritted teeth as a fresh stab of pain assaulted him.
"Ok Vincent, I need to see where the wound is please" Doctor Sung said, gently easing Vinnie's hands away. Doctor Sung pulled the toilet paper off the wounded nipple and assessed the damaged as best he could.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to need get a clearer picture of the damage if I am to treat if properly" he said.
"Meaning?" Charlie asked, as confused as Vinnie.
"I'll need to shave round the nipple area" Doctor Sung replied.
Vinnie's eyes widened and he quickly scuttled back against the bedroom headboard, looking for an escape route.
"Vinnie!" Charlie growled, fed up with the cowardly display from the usually egotistical mouse.
Vinnie hissed something in Martian at her. Her keen ears recognised it as a word he had used previously when he was really annoyed and sixth sense told her it wouldn't be pretty translated into English.
Doctor Sung stood patiently and waited as his patient's spouse vocally told her beloved that he was going to do whatever the doctor needed him to do, or there would be certain wifely duties she would not be performing in future.
Vinnie retorted with a comment about that probably being for the best since he couldn't promise she wouldn't attack other areas on his body that were essential to performing certain husbandly duties.
This lead to a glaring match which neither looked set to win, until Charlie mentioned telling Vincent's brethren about the whole incident, in technicolour detail. Vinnie's eyes glowed hot pink with anger at that cheap shot but he finally ceded to her demands. He knew he couldn't face the humiliation of his bros finding out.
He sat down on the bed and nodded resignedly to the doctor, who opened his kit and selected an unused razor. Shaving a small circumference round Vinnie's right nipple, Doctor Sung was able to work out how much damage had been done by the lovers tryst.
"It is not too bad, a couple of stitches and it will heal nicely. The stitches will dissolve by themselves" Doctor Sung explained, turning to his kit again and pulling out the required tools.
Doctor Sung inserted a general aesthetic round the nipple area before putting in the necessary amount of stitches. Lastly, he placed a padded cover over the top of the nipple and secured it with surgical tape.
"This will give you some extra protection should you wish to resume any of your marriage duties!" added the Doctor with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Fat chance I'm going to risk that again!" Vinnie said, glaring at his wife. She merely raised an eyebrow and snorted in disbelief.
Undeterred, the doctor ploughed on. He pulled out a small bottle of pills. "These are pain killers, they will help with the throbbing but may make you a little drowsy. Take one now and whenever it gets painful, but do not exceed the dosage on the bottle."
Vinnie took the bottle out Sung's hand and made his way to the bathroom, filled a glass with water and downed a pill while Charlie thanked the Doctor, who assured her his fee would be added to their room bill, which was still being covered by the Thunder Down Under Team.
Vinnie refilled his glass with water and returned to his side of the bed, placing the bottle of pills next to the glass on the bedside cabinet. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for the pain to ease. Charlie yawned and decided a nap was in order before they had to pack and meet their plane. She shut the curtains to darken the room, and climbed onto the bed, snuggling against her pillow. Vinnie moved slightly away from her, his body tensed for flight but he relaxed when he realised she was falling asleep.
A couple of hours passed and Charlie slept soundly on. Vinnie on the other hand, couldn't get comfortable. The pill had eased the pain but it was returning with a vengeance as the pain killer started to wear off. Fed up, he opened the bottle and despite the doctor's warning, quickly downed four of the small tablets.
The pain ceased completely, but the powerful combination of all four foreign pills in his body caused a chemical reaction, resulting in several side-effects. He felt drowsy as Doctor Sung said might happen but he also felt hot, really hot and his body began to sweat profusely. He thought briefly about getting up to have a shower, but the lethargic languor rolling over his body convinced him otherwise and he lay on his back, not quite asleep, not quite awake.
While he drifted, his normally musky male odour became intensified as he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, but unknown to Vinnie, the pheromones in his body were also activated by the chemical reaction and eased through his body's pores to join the salty coating covering his body.
The result tickled Charlie's nose and she moved closer in her sleep, seeking the source of the delicious smell. Still half asleep, she breathed in deeply and moved closer to Vinnie, nuzzling his neck.
Vinnie chuckled at the ticklish sensation and moved to brush the instigator away. His hand was seized between two smaller ones and one of his fingers was drawn into a moisture filled cavity. A sucking sensation caused his befuddled brain to realise that this was much too realistic for a dream. His eyes blinked open and focused on a semi drowsy Charlie, who was quite happily using his finger as a lollipop.
"Uh, Charlie, what are you doing?" he asked, nervously withdrawing the finger and raising his hands above his head, out of her reach.
Charlie didn't reply, only followed the finger upwards. When he wouldn't let her have it back, she growled in anger and found something else to take her frustrations out on. She began purring as she nipped at his neck and laughed breathlessly at Vinnie's panicked noises.
"Charlie! No, I mean it! Let go! Charlie!" Vinnie protested and tried to fend his wife off.
Unfortunately for Vinnie, the chemical reaction in his body also stirred a chemical reaction in Charlie, a kind never seen or heard of before. The new primal scent (as it would come to be called) aroused an intensified lust in Charlie that was coupled with increased adrenalin levels. The harder Vinnie fought to get away, the hotter he got, the more he sweated and the more pungent his aroma, doubling the affect on Charlie.
Eventually, exhausted and dripping, Vinnie could only surrender and give his wife what she demanded. She wouldn't let him rest until she was fully satisfied with his efforts and finally allowed him to fall into a deep sleep, spent and exhausted, aching all over. Charlie rested against him, her arm and leg slung possessively across his body. She curled tighter round her mate, a triumphant grin settled in place, like a cat that had definitely caught her mouse!