Author: Feather (Flightf)
Warnings: Spoilers all the way through Twelve Sharp.
Disclaimers: I own nothing…JE owns it all….I will return everything when I am finished. I am basing the strip aerobics on two programs Shelia Kelly's the S Factor and Carmen Electra's Aerobic Striptease.
Rating (K-M) M
A/N: This is the 1st story in my Pole Dancers Diary Series. Reviews and comments always welcome. Special thanks to Tammi and Heidi who are filling in while my muse is AWAL. Special thanks to Her Majesty Stayce who graciously edited this for me.
Chapter 8: Is that the Bat Signal?
I eyed the evil bag with contempt and tried to find a way to blame my current condition on it. When I realized that thinking made my head pound even more, I gave up. Damn, Damn, Damn….I need to do something about that bag. Ranger will be back soon and I don't want to have to explain it. I stood up, my legs still quivering with lust, and I rolled my neck to help ease the tension that was taking over my body. I walked over to the closet, ignoring the pain shooting through my eyes with every movement. As I pulled the door open, an avalanche of shoes, discarded clothing, and dust bunnies came flying out at me. I took a step back and watched wide-eyed, as a two-foot pile of stuff accumulated in front of my closet. What was I going to do now? Still holding my bag I wandered out of my bedroom trying to find a suitable hiding place. As I walked into the living room I sent a silent prayer thanking God that the blinds were closed and that only a sliver of bright sunlight was dancing on the new carpet. After trying to shove it under the couch I finally decided that it wasn't going to fit, so I headed towards the kitchen. Standing at the entrance to the hallway that is often called a kitchen I could feel the panic closing in on me. I could feel Ranger getting closer and closer to my apartment. I had to put this bag somewhere! Feeling like a caged lion I grabbed the handle closest to me, pulled it open and shoved the bag in. I let the door shut and I could feel the panic subsiding, the adrenalin leaving only the marching band in my head behind. Lord knows I never use the oven.
Mother Nature was calling so my next stop was the bathroom. I flipped on the night-light not ready for the yellow hued glow from the 1970's light fixture over the sink. A scream escaped my throat as I caught my reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. My mascara had left streaks down my face, you could see drool lines down my chin and my hair was in style for African American men in 1960. The pain in my head was steadily pulsating behind my eyes, making me feel like I was in a disco. After debating what I should tackle first, I finally decided on the most difficult. I picked up a brush and tried to tame the wild beast that I am lucky enough to call my hair. With each stroke of the brush my hair became bigger. When my hair was standing straight out from my head I finally conceded that a shower was going to be the only way to get myself together.
I walked over to the shower and turned the water on full blast. Stripping off my clothing quickly, I stepped into the shower. I cowered against the wall in the back of the tub trying to avoid the stinging pricks of the cold water. I closed my eyes and shifted so my head was nestled into the corner. As the temperature of the water that surrounded my feet gradually became warmer I backed up until the water was rushing over my body. Savoring the feeling of the hot water seeping into my protesting body, I reached over to the shelf and grabbed the body wash. Opening the bottle and squeezing the liquid, as my hand filled with the gel, a pool of heat gathered in my stomach as the aroma of Ranger invaded my space. I turned my face into the stream of water trying to regain control on my hormones. A moment passed before I finally gave into the battle that I knew I wasn't going to win and I let myself slip back into my memories of making love with Ranger. Loosing myself in the feelings of his hands, his mouth leaving trails of shivers on my skin, the contrast of our bodies hard and soft, dark and light, I let my hands gently caress my stomach mimicking the small circles Ranger loved to trace there. I let my hands slide lower and couldn't bite back the moan as I picked up a rhythm. Panting and shaking, my mind lost in memories, my body lost in sensations. I felt the waves start to wash over me and I cried out Ranger's name just as I did during our night together.
Stepping out of the shower I grabbed a towel from the bar and wrapped myself in it. My legs were still a little unsteady and my breath wasn't completely back to normal but my brain was no longer trying to escape my head. I grabbed my blow dryer and quickly cleared the steam from the mirror. I picked up the comb and started trying to tame my hair when I caught my eyes in the mirror. I slowly scanned the rest of my reflection. My eyes were clear and bright, my skin was slightly flushed and I had a smile that held the promise of a secret. There were no signs left of the hangover that had been there no less than fifteen minutes ago. I might have found the new cure. Humming the theme of Batman to myself, I dropped my towel and reached for my clothes. Finding the top of the toilet empty, I realized that I forgot to grab them. I started to reach for the door when it hit me that Ranger could be back. I picked my towel back up and opened the door just enough to peek into the living room. Relaxing slightly when I saw no sign of him, I let the door swing open and walked into my bedroom. Dropping my towel on the floor, I headed straight for the drawer that held my underwear. I decided on my new black bra from Victoria Secret and a pair of black satin boy shorts that had the bat signal in rhinestones. Merry Christmas Stephanie Plum I thought as I slipped into my Christmas present to myself. They made me feel sexy and daring. Turning to the closet for the first time since entering the room I locked eyes with molten liquid chocolate.
Sitting on my bed was Ranger dressed in bad ass black and eyes as dark as sin taking in every inch of my body. My room suddenly became a pressure cooker, my lungs unable to inflate all the way, my feet wanting to sprint but my mind making every muscle freeze.
"Babe, I thought the Bat Signal was used to call Batman to take care of a problem but from here it sounded like you took care of the problem all by yourself." He had a small smile on his face but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were pure fire.
I could feel the heat rising up my face. My mouth was opening and closing but I didn't know what to say or do. I was frozen in time, my blue eyes locked with his brown ones.
Breaking eye contact, he lifted himself off the bed and walked over to me tucking a curl behind my ear, letting his finger trace my lips. "You have five minutes to get dressed and meet me in the living room, after that I'm coming back, and if I find you dressed like that, I just might forget that I am not really Batman and answer that call."
The sound of the door clicking shut finally broke the spell that had been holding me hostage. Gasping for air it finally hit me that Ranger heard me. How am I going to face him? Damn I can hear my mother now; "nobody else's daughter gets caught masturbating in the shower." Why me? I guess I can always call her the next morning and tell her about the "new cure". I decided that it was time for the thinking position. I needed a plan and I had 3 minutes left to come up with it.