Author's note:- None episode based but there's likely to be occasional mention of events in the first few series. I love the idea of Grace being given a challenge by her peers that could make things very difficult and if a little, or in this case quite a lot, of smut can get thrown in it can only make it better! Rated for adult themes, sexual content and all the usual stuff. I own nothing.
Ladies who Lunch Ch5/?
"You know I've always said it psychologists are the biggest nutters around." Boyd said quietly downing his 3rd shot of scotch in rapid succession and feeling the effects making him start to relax.
"Yeah well in my case who wouldn't be working with you?" Grace teased back starting to feel distinctly tipsy and knowing the others were the same. In the time it had taken her to explain to their new subjects the entire back story of the group and how she ended up with such a sensitive subject the boys had caught up with them drinks wise and everyone seemed relaxed.
"Hey we keep you sane." Spence smiled switching his tumbler for a wine glass and filling it from the bottles on the table which was looking distinctly like a fully stocked bar. "We keep you from spending too much time with other nutty doctors. Except for Frankie of course we can't protect you from her."
"Cheeky!" Frankie laughed throwing a peanut at him and looking at Mel who nodded. "So anyway now your new subjects are up to date where were we? Oh yes you and I had just admitted to masturbating this evening between leaving work and us getting here and we were going to talk about what we were thinking."
"Yes we were." Grace replied ignoring the stare she could feel coming from Boyd and wondering why he was so surprised she might have a story to tell but not surprised that Frankie did. For a second it crossed her mind that maybe they'd been wrong. Maybe seeing the girls as women wasn't a problem for him but seeing her as one with wants and desires was. Pushing the thought aside before it could take root she looked back at the boys. "Firstly though I'll ask them what I asked you. Think about the last time you masturbated then the next time you came into work. If what you saw in your fantasy was playing on the whiteboard in the office would the rest of us be surprised? Shocked even?"
"Probably not." Spence laughed the very subtle slur to his voice telling her the alcohol was definitely loosening his tongue.
"Boyd?"
"Shocked probably." Boyd replied knowing he was being tested. If he hesitated at all she'd say he wasn't following the rules and make him leave. Suddenly he was more desperate to stay than he'd ever been. Doctor Grace Foley had come home from work, prepared for her visitors then given herself an orgasm while imagining someone or something. Something he really wanted to hear.
"Funny that's what Grace said too." Mel smiled before turning to Frankie. "You were supposed to go first. Spill."
"Ok well it's late and I'm leaving the unit, you've all gone already. I'm stopped by an officer from another department. He asks if I'll look at some evidence for him. I know him sort of...and before you ask it's not someone real he's like an ideal image of what I'd like. I tell him I'm on my way home and if he wants me to look at something he has to run it past Boyd because I'm not a MET employee I'm a consultant to the CCU."
"I like how you follow procedure even in your fantasies Frankie." Boyd smiled his relaxation making Grace think for the first time that this might actually work.
"Stickler for the rules me. Well for about 10 seconds anyway. He's seriously hot and tells me he really needs it looked at now. So I give in and we head down to the lab. When we get there I ask if it's on the computer, the evidence I mean, and he says no it's right there."
"No prizes for guessing what he wants you to examine." Mel smiled getting up and doing a drink refill for everyone as Frankie continued.
"So he sort of backs me toward one of the benches and puts my hand on his dick through his trousers and it's already rock hard so..."
"Lovely choice of words Frankie..."
"Boyd!" Grace warned as he held his hands up and Mel gave a mischievous smile.
"You have a problem with "dick" just wait our Doctor Foley used the word "fuckable" earlier."
"Go Grace!" Spence laughed as Boyd tried to look like he was completely unfazed by the fact he'd missed that particular uttering from her. "So Frankie we've established he has a raging hard-on what happens next?"
"He tells me he's not interested in a relationship, he's not in love with me or anything but he's been watching me walk around the station and I really turn him on and he'd like to fuck me. It's like I should tell him no way and to get lost but he's gorgeous and I'm horny so...I basically let things happen. He's really big and really, really good when I'm imagining him actually screwing me it takes no time for me to cum. It's one of those fantasies I know will always get me there quickly if I have limited time but really need to cum."
"See I knew women lied when they said size didn't matter." Boyd laughed looking at Spence who nodded firmly.
"It doesn't Boyd it's what you do with it that matters." Grace teased back before turning her attention back to Frankie speaking with her normal calm reassurance she could see made them all feel a little easier knowing one of them had spoken but there was no judgement. "What you've described is what's known as a "go to". A "go to" is a fantasy that we know will always help us reach climax in the shortest time possible. We all have them because sometimes we don't have the time, the inclination or the energy to indulge in a lengthy fantasy but we still need the release of an orgasm. They're like Ronseal they do exactly what they say on the tin. You close your eyes, run through the steps and the end result is guaranteed.
"How romantic." Boyd smiled once again instantly falling silent as she glared at him.
"It doesn't have to be romantic. Masturbation isn't always about love. A lot of the time it is but it doesn't have to be. It's a fallacy to think a couple in a mutually fulfilling sexual relationship don't masturbate. They do but often it's for mutual pleasure, one partner watching the other or as part of foreplay or because of temporary separation. In those situations it's normally their partner they will fantasise about but the patterns are the same. Fantasies take on different tones depending on how quickly they want to get the job done."
"I've masturbated while in a relationship before it didn't mean I didn't like the girl I was with." Spence agreed smiling as Grace nodded feeling a swell of pride like he'd got a question right in school.
"I was married for 20 years and there were times I still felt the need to deal with things myself. Firstly due to separation as I said, then sometimes because we had a slightly mismatched sex drive so sometimes it was easier that way and finally because the marriage was over and neither of us where prepared to admit it."
"Your ex was an idiot." Boyd said quietly the idea that anyone could have had the opportunity to make love to her and passed it up because of "mismatched" sex drives or because he was too blind to know what he was throwing away making him vocalise the thought. "Well he was. So Frankie gets off on being screwed by an imaginary copper in her lab as her go to, what's yours? You said everyone has them if you did it tonight between leaving work and them getting here it had to be one of your "go to" fantasies too.
"Yes ok." Grace replied as Mel and Frankie shared a glance each making sure the alcohol was flowing and things remained relaxed so Grace wouldn't over think what she was saying. "I have several "go to" fantasies just like I have several longer more drawn out ones for when I have the time and the energy to take my time. Tonight it was...it was all about being needed."
"That's not fair Grace you've skipped the detail to the bit where you tell us what it means." Spence laughed looking at Frankie and Mel. "That's against the rules right?"
"Yes it is. Come on Grace!" Mel replied seeing the slightest flicker of doubt cross Grace's eye before she continued.
"Ok well an old friend calls, we've known each other for a while but I always feel like I'm convenient for him. We've never slept together but I've always wanted to. He's just taken advantage once too often this time using me as a shoulder to cry on."
"I wonder why?" Frankie asked already tuning in to what she wasn't saying but knowing she had to let her think she believed in this "imaginary" friend.
"Yeah well I've sent him a letter saying I've had enough and not to contact me again but when he turns up he has the letter and he's really angry. The problem is so am I so I basically give him what for. I tell him he doesn't care about me, he doesn't respect me and I'm just there when it suits him. He's shouting back at me telling me I'm wrong but I just can't stop talking in the end he tells me to shut up or he won't be responsible for his actions. That only makes me angrier and I just can't stop talking it's like years of frustration are just pouring out of me." Grace continued not meeting Boyd's eye focusing on Mel and Frankie like the evening had gone as planned and it was only them there. "He doesn't react well to being challenged next thing he's backing me toward the des...toward the wall and telling me he loves me and unless I tell him to stop he'll show me just how much. Instead I actually tell him not to stop and what happens next is completely raw, it's lust filled but I know he means what he says as he keeps telling me how amazing I am and in the end he asks me not to leave him. That's the point where I cum. It's fast, it's intense and it never fails. I only had half an hour earlier and I had to at least look half way normal for the girls arriving..."
"You looked like a woman who'd just cum and cum hard when you opened the door." Frankie laughed seeing Boyd's eyes snap from hers to Grace's and back again.
"So you've said. Like I said it's the classic needing to be needed fantasy. I have no illusions about that. I'm the sort of person who needs to be there for the people I care about and the idea that someone I loved and was attracted to but didn't feel they felt the same way would tell me not to leave them is so textbook as to be embarrassing. I make no apologies for it though."
"Why would you?" Spence asked staring into his glass as she felt a little reluctance in him.
"What is it?"
"Is it normal for these "go to" fantasies to be so...well is it normal for them to be more anonymous? Frankie has her policeman you have your friend it's about someone in particular. If I..."
"Spence it's ok." Mel smiled handing him one of the dozen blue shots still left "Has anyone judged Frankie or Grace?"
"No I suppose not."
"Then spit it out for fuck sake." Boyd said with a slightly impatient but interested edge to his voice. He was trying really hard not to focus on the images Grace's description had called up. Someone she thought didn't appreciate her, someone she saw all the time but fought with, someone she felt didn't need her. It could be him. It clearly wasn't but he filed it away guiltily in his own fantasy library.
"Ok look if I need to relieve myself quickly, that happens sometimes boss when you're young. You know sometimes you wake up with a little post sleep discomfort that would make getting to work difficult."
"Hey age has nothing to do with it tell him Grace sex drive is not the preserve of the young!"
"He's right Spence when it comes to men with morning hard-on's Simpson and Reid did a study in '98 that showed men in the 80's showed only a 30% decrease in the phenomenon compared to men in their 30's. That's irrelevant through carry on."
"Well I imagine I'm in a club and there's this gorgeous woman on the other side of the room..."
"The same woman or do you change the image you see depending on your mood?" Grace asked making discrete notes on the pad beside her saying a silent thank you that it was the only thing keeping her even slightly detached.
"Not always the same woman but the same "attributes" shall we say. Sometimes she's black, sometimes she's white or Asian or whatever but she always has really intense brown eyes, long dark hair, perfect breasts and she's small, height wise I mean. We walk toward each other and suddenly we're kissing and I can't keep my hands off her. We end up outside in the ally at the side of the club and I'm pinning her to the wall. I don't even know her name I don't care and neither does she. It's like the only thing that matters is that we're both desperate to fuck. I take her against the wall and we both cum together. It's great it never fails to get me there but..."
"But you're worried it makes you seem like you're only after one thing?"
"It does." Frankie teased "I mean you could at least have given the poor girl a job like I did with my bloke."
"No it doesn't." Grace said firmly, "It shows that he needed the release of orgasm but he could imagine sleeping with one of you two to get that. He doesn't though because he has more respect for you than that he doesn't want to give a name or a personality to this woman he's essentially only using for sex. She's a nameless version of what turns him on. If anything Spence you should be glad you invent this person rather than objectifying someone you know with what is essentially meaningless anonymous sex."
"So you're saying if we imagine sleeping with someone we know in our fantasies we're objectifying them?" Boyd asked practically holding his breath waiting for an answer. He needed more than anything for her to say no. Not just because it justified all the fantasies he'd had of her but because if she said yes then the hope he had that she might have been thinking of him earlier that night would be lost forever.