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No One's Wife: thanks so much, it helped. Hopefully this chapter is better!

Also, strong sexual content. You have been warned!

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"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite matron, hello Mama. How are things in prison for you?" She purred.

"They're going well thanks. Been a little boring with out you stirring up some sort of trouble. I remember that Roxie girl you were always fighting with. I also saw the newspapers. Seen you two were doing real well. How is she?"

"I'd rather not talk about HER right now." Velma snapped.

"Whoa baby, what's the matter with you? Why aren't you talking about her right now?"

"Well, let's see, I thought she was my friend and supposed to be there but no. I try and tell her something but she blows it off like its no big thing but this could ruin my life!"

"What is it? I'll listen." For the first time since Mama had known her, Velma Kelly's eyes had filled with tears. "Well, it must be big cause I've never seen you cry before." Velma gave her a watery smile.

"Well," and then it all gushed out, "I'm late and I think I'm pregnant and I don't know what to do!" She wailed forlornly.

"Baby calm down. What with all those tears I hardly heard that. So you might be pregnant. Honey that won't ruin you're career! Hell! It might even help it. Soon as the newspapers get wind of that they'll have your name on the front page which might help attract business. Anyway, people'll come to talk to you about it."

Velma, being a sucker for anything sweet said to her, laughed. "Come off it Mama. No one will look twice at it. They'll just think, oh there goes that tramp finally got pregnant." She once again looked sad.

"I won't."

"Thanks Mama. Do you really think so?" Velma smiled one of her rare honest smiles.

"Of course baby."

"I guess I better go apologize to Roxie huh?"

"That's probably a good idea." Mama laughed.

"Oh and Mama?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I think it just might help attract business!" With that she flew through the door to find her dancing partner.

"Roxie? Roxie!" Velma yelled. "Where are you? Roxie Hart if you don't come out I'll… well… I don't know but I'll do something!"

As Velma walk jogged through the auditorium trying to find Roxie she wondered where she could be. Maybe she's in her dressing room. Duh, she thought to herself. I ran to mine, what stopped her from running to hers?

"Roxie baby? I'm sorry! Where are you?" As Velma pounded on the door it slid open. "Roxie? You in here?" She gasped.

The room was like a tornado hit it. Chairs were over turned. her make up stand was all messed up. And stuck on the mirror was a note. For her!

Velma Kelly. We've got your vaudeville partner, Roxie. Do not show this to authorities. We want $100,000. Put it in a garbage bag and leave it on the stage. We will pick it up and leave Roxie. Have it by August 14. Do not show this to the police.

Oh my god! Roxie! Velma thought. I hope she's ok!

A week later she still hadn't found Roxie. She wasn't at her apartment and wouldn't answer her phone. It was August 13 and she only had $85,000. How and where was she going to get $15,000? Plus her business wasn't doing as well. She missed Roxie and it showed in her performances. Her moves were sloppy, she forgot moves and her fans were leaving! This isn't good, she thought, I need to keep these people here.

"Hey Velma! Come 'ere!" Some guy yelled at the end of the bar.

"Yeah what do you want Johnny?"

"Well, I think you know what I want," he drawled, "but it doesn't look like you're in the mood for some."

"Am I ever for you?" she said sarcastically.

"Good point, although, there is a first time for everything."

"I suppose. What do you want?" Velma repeated.

He sighed and said, "Some guy came looking' for you and when I said I didn't know where you were, he told me to give this to you." He held up a white envelope with Roxie's curly writing on it.

Velma's eyes teared up and she whispered, "Roxie."

"What are you gibbering about?"

"Bartender, can I have another Cosmo please?"

"Right away."

"What I said was Roxie. I haven't seen her for a week and I have no idea where she is!"

"She didn't tell you? The office got a letter of resignation a week ago. She just up and left us dry and hanging."

"What? I got a letter… never mind." Velma's drink had arrived and she sipped it greedily.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm not supposed to but I suppose I can. See, Roxie was kidnapped and the kidnapper's left me a note saying they want $100,000 and I still need $15,000 by tomorrow."

"Let me make a deal with you?"

Velma eyed him warily. "Maybe. What's the deal?"

"I take you to 5 dinners and you get $15,000."

"That's it? That's all you want? I was thinking you would make me have sex with you and then you would. That's great. Anything else?"

There was but he wouldn't say it aloud. "Nope, that's all. How about the first dinner starts tonight. I'll take you to your flat so you can change, we'll stop at mine so I can change and then we'll go to dinner."

"Very well." She said with the air of a queen.

"Here it is!" Velma announced.

"It's nice." Johnny stated.

"Hang on. How nice do I need to dress up?" she called from behind her bedroom door.

"Oh I don't… wow"

Velma had just walked out of her room with nothing but a black silk robe on. "Which dress?"

"They're both pretty." But he wasn't looking at the dresses.

"Well, the red is my favorite but the blue is more comfortable."

"Definitely the red then."

"Good, they'll go with my red heels." As she turned around to go into her room he pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth. As she was pressed against him she could feel his heart race wildly beneath her palm. When she came up for air she said, "And dinner hasn't even started."

He laughed and remarked, "You should go get dressed, or undressed," he grinned, "or else we'll be late for dinner."

Velma giggled, which, for her, was very un-Velma-ish. "All right. Guess you'll be surprised…" she trailed off suggestively.

Fifteen minutes later she still hadn't come out.

"Vel? You ready yet?"

"What? Oh, will you come in here and tell me which shoe goes better?" she called.

"Sure," he muttered, "like I know the difference."

"WHAT?" she yelled.

"Coming." When he stepped in the room he was floored. Literally. She was just there. Kissing him like her life depended on it. Maybe it did, he thought dimly. Only then did he realize what was happening.

"Velma. Stop," he panted, "we can't do this. I'm not ready. Neither are you."

"I know what I want." That was all she said.

"What I want is dinner. How about we go to dinner and then see what the future brings us?"

"All right," she sighed, "at least I'm still dressed!" She grinned ruefully. "Seriously though, which shoes?" Velma put on two shoes that looked almost exactly the same. One was just a little darker red and a shade taller.

"Um, the left?" He guessed.

"That's what I thought." She smiled happily at him. They were the taller ones. She liked having that advantage over some of the guys that tried to pick her up.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at Johnny's house to find an unpleasant surprise.

"What's on my door?" He looked confused.

"I think that's for me." Velma scrambled to get the paper from him but he held it out of her reach.

"Since it was on my door I'm going to read it. If it concerns you I might tell you. If it doesn't I might anyways." He read it and his face drained.

"Oh yah. It's definitely for you." He handed her the note and it trembled in his hand before she took it.

Only you can get the money. No help from others. Because it was not mentioned before nothing will happen to Roxie. If this happens again, you will receive a finger. Then a hand. So on and so forth. We will forward the date to August 25th. This should be plenty of time. Until then...

Velma fainted right then and there.

"Velma? VELMA? Velma? Are you ok? Velma?" Johnny picked her up and brought her into his apartment. He then proceeded to cool her face with a damp cloth.

"Velma can you hear me?" Speaking of which she opened her and looked questioning at him. After all, her head was in his lap.

"What happened?" she finally asked.

"You fainted. You almost hit your head on the floor but I caught you." He looked worried yet oh so sweet.

"Well, thank you very much for not letting that happen."

Suddenly he was peering into her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she pushed at his chest. Not like it did anything but at least he took the hint.

"If you got a concussion your pupils will be different sizes." He took her head in his hands to study her eyes. What he didn't realize was that he was very close to being kissed. So he was.

They kissed. Passionately. He tangled his hands in her hair and she held his head close. She slid her hands through his silky hair. Velma pulled back and reached for his shirt buttons while looking at him closely, questioningly. He just reached for her again. She pulled at the buttons because they were the funky square ones and on the wrong side. Why in the world do guys have buttons on the wrong side? Finally his shirt came off along with the jacket and tie. The tie was pure silk, a dark blue. Gorgeous, she noted. Her dress closely followed. With her shoes on he started feasting on her shoulders and breasts all the while holding her up. Her legs were about to give out anyway. She reached down to take her shoes off but he grabbed her hand and molded it around his erection. And sighed. She reached for his belt instead with the other hand while the other has busy kneading and stroking. She slipped the belt off and took off his pants. They were finally naked next to each other. She ran down the hallway with nothing but stilettos on, giggling. He raced after her as she dived into his bed. They started kissing again but a quieter softer kiss. More a questioning kiss than anything. Her shoes had long since fallen off. He kept kissing her face and shoulders and neck, she took the initiative and guided him into her. He tried but couldn't enter her entirely.

"Johnny," she gasped, "you're too big…"

"It's ok. It's ok." He breathed slowly, letting himself relax to fit inside her.

Finally he eased into her and Velma clung to him. He started moving in and out of her slowly each time gaining speed and power until her hips were being lifted off the bed. In a golden moment she swore she could see her future perfectly with him.

"JOHNNY!" Velma turned her head and two single tears eased out of her eyes.

"Velma? Are you ok? Was I too rough?"

"No. That's just never happened before."

"Never?" he looked at her questioningly.

"Never like that." She gazed at him.

"Wow." His body stirred strongly to that and her eyes got just a touch rounder.

"My oh my." She whispered.

"Again?" he asked but knowing the answer.

She barely moved her head but he understood.

Velma awoke smelling coffee. Johnny must be up she mused. As though she conjured him up he peeked in through the door.

"Hey gorgeous." Velma said in that sexy throaty voice she had.

"Hey beautiful." He was staring at her chest and she charmingly pulled the blankets over her breasts. Considering what they had done in bed it didn't really mean anything.

"Hungry?" he questioned.

"You know it." She smiled.

"How about eggs and coffee?"

"Breakfast of the kings." She laughed.

And then the doorbell rang. Velma started. As Johnny opened the door something fell against it in a heap of blood.