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 Ch 6/?

"No Boyd." Grace laughed seeing him instantly relax again clearly worried whatever he had to say would lead to judgement.

"Thank god for that." Mel interrupted making the others laugh as Spence gave her a cheeky smile, "Down boy. You're sweet and all but I wouldn't be eyeing you up from the other side of a club."

"Aww Mel you'll dent his ego." Frankie smiled as Grace caught Boyd's eye and could see he was still sceptical.

"Look if you're a normal adult fantasising about someone who's in your life is harmless. Of course there are exceptions. Violent sexual criminals for example, but that's not about sex that's about power and inflicting suffering on the object of their desire. The rest of us fantasise about people in our lives for lots of reasons but they are all perfectly ok." She reassured. "Mel you clearly have, care to share?"

"OK." Mel replied emptying her glass as Frankie refilled it. "You remember I was investigated last year during the case with the twins for shooting..."

"You were exonerated." Boyd interrupted his clear need to protect Mel making Grace smile.

"Yeah I know but the guy internal affairs sent to do the investigation was gorgeous. For like two weeks every time I turned around he was there. He was a nightmare and I hated him he got right under my skin but..."

"But hate and lust are sometimes two sides of the same coin. Very common Mel nothing wrong with that." Grace encouraged.

"Yeah so he's really getting at me going over and over things again like he wants me to slip up. He has me in one of our interview rooms and we're both pacing around. I'm shouting at him and he's still pushing me but then suddenly I'm kissing him. I don't know what comes over me it's like I just have to shut him up. I'm totally in control, he's not objecting don't get me wrong he's all for it but I'm driving everything. My hands are everywhere and before long I have him sitting on the chair with his trousers round his ankles. I'm on top and I'm pretty must screwing him senseless. I can tell at that moment he wants me but I'm only interested in what I want. It's takes hardly any time because I'm in control of the speed and the position and everything, for me to cum and once I have I just leave him. When I'm imagining it in real life I normally come a second time when I walk out the door in the fantasy."

"You just leave him hanging?" Frankie asked as Mel nodded "You go girl."

"She leaves him hanging because that was what he was doing to her." Grace relied making a few notes on the pad beside her. "He had all the power in that couple of weeks. He had her entire career in his hands. She needed to take control back somehow. By being in control of how they had sex she got that and leaving him unsatisfied is the ultimate revenge."

"Yeah that about sums it up." Mel smiled stretching in her seat. "Is anyone else hungry? Shall we order something?"

"Good idea." Spence agreed "I'm going for a smoke. Back patio Grace?"

"Yes there's an ashtray on the patio table."

"What are we ordering?" Frankie asked as she and Mel left the room in search of Grace's phone.

"There are take away menus on the notice board in the kitchen! I don't mind what we eat."

"Nor me." Boyd called watching as Grace moved around the room lifting empty bottles and setting them aside establishing they still had enough to drink.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked when she'd finished and refilled her glass curling up in the armchair she'd been in all evening. Watching the soft cotton jacket fall off her shoulder, the way the tight cotton of her vest top accentuated her breasts and the soft lamplight was reflected in her eyes for a second Boyd couldn't answer. "Boyd are you traumatised? I did warn you, you got yourself into this."

"No I'm not. It's interesting, it's different for us all to be so relaxed and open with each other. Different in a good way."

"So why were you staring at me then? I'm starting to think the girls were wrong. You don't have a problem seeing then as adult women with sexual likes and desires but you do have a problem thinking of me like that."

"What? No Jesus Grace that's really not the case I promise you that. If you had any idea..."

"We've ordered pizzas it seemed like the most general choice Spence didn't want a curry and Mel wasn't in the mood for Chinese so...What? Why do I feel like I'm suddenly interrupting something?" Frankie asked sitting back in her seat and looking from Grace to Boyd.

"You haven't we were just waiting on you lot getting back Grace won't get the information she needs if you all keep disappearing." Boyd replied his sudden return to normal confusing Grace but she pushed aside that confusion as Mel and Spence came back into the room.

"We were outside talking and Spence got all brave and asked me how I masturbate..."

"That's a stupid question if you don't know that I pity the women you've been with." Boyd teased "It's that little..."

"Boyd!" Grace interrupted with a warning glare. "In what sense was he asking?"

"I wanted to know was it always just..."

"He wanted to know if I used a vibrator. God Spence 20 minutes ago you were describing screwing some imaginary woman against the wall in an ally now you're being shy about using the word vibrator?" Mel laughed as they all seemed to settle back into the conversation with ease.

"See there's another thing women have that men don't. I'm sure there's an equivalent for a bloke but I bet they aren't as common as vibrators." Boyd said thoughtfully looking to Grace as she shrugged.

"I'm sure there is but you're probably right there are more sex toys aimed at women than men. So ladies?" Grace smiled "I know I have a couple of battery operated appliances what about you two?"

"Course. Do you really think there's a single woman out there who doesn't?" Frankie replied

"Yeah they're so common these days my best friend actually bought me one for my birthday last year." Mel smiled "And like I said to Spence sometimes I use one sometimes I go old school."

"And you Grace?" Boyd asked needing more than anything to reassure her that he not only knew she was a woman, a gorgeous woman, but he had no problem imagining her as a sexual creature. "Do you go "old school" or normally use one of those battery operated appliances you were talking about?"

"It depends, tonight I didn't but that was about time again. I just wanted to get there and I didn't have time to start messing around with toys. If I had time I might go for something that stimulated me without having to use my fingers, or for something that gave me penetration as well as stimulation." Grace replied looking him straight in the eyes as she did making the others exchange another knowing glance.

"Which is better?" Spence asked breaking the spell for a second looking not just at Grace but at Mel and Frankie too.

"Personally I'm with Grace it's fine using your fingers if you have to but given a choice I'll go battery powered every time. I mean if I'm imagining my mystery police officer fucking me it's only heightened if there's something actually there."

"Yeah me too." Mel agreed as the door bell rang and Grace got up assuring them all dinner was on her as a thank you for helping.

"You doing ok there boss man?" Spencer asked as Boyd refilled his drink and sank back into the sofa.

"Of course I am." He replied his head so full of images he was loving and hating at the same time it was making it hard to breathe. He could now easily imagine the woman he desired more than anything touching herself, pleasuring herself with a pretend cock when he would give anything to be doing it for her. He knew when he was alone he'd have a whole new fantasy to indulge in. One where he stopped her, showed her how much better it would be with him inside her instead of it. He'd make love to her with hard deep thrusts and...

"Boyd are you sure? You're looking a little flushed there." Frankie asked her eyes narrowing as he nodded.

"Yeah just need the loo back in a second."

"Should we tell him where the spare room is?" Mel whispered making Frankie choke on her drink as Grace returned to the room with 3 large pizza boxes.

"Where's Boyd going?"

"Bathroom but we think it might actually be the spare room he needs." Frankie answered seeing Grace glance toward the door seemingly lost for a second until the sound of the chain flushing above their heads brought her back to reality.

"What's with the spare room references?" Spence asked laughing as Grace left the room to get plates and Frankie explained.

"Where are you going?" Boyd asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs as she passed.

"To get plates."

"Plates for pizza Grace? You really are the height of sophistication aren't you?"

"I'm not forcing anyone to use them." Grace laughed as he followed her into the kitchen and she handed him plates before lifting a small basket of condiments off the table. "Are you ok? Frankie seemed to think you were having a hard...finding it difficult."

"I'm fine, she's spending too much time with you she's analysing everything."

"Good. I'm glad you're comfortable I really didn't think you would be. And I'm glad you aren't having a problem listening to me be so open you really had me worried for a while."

"Don't worry you just keep talking." Boyd smiled as they reached the living room again and handing out plates and refilling drinks Grace finally took her seat again.

"So Boyd." Mel said before she had a chance to speak again. "You've done plenty of listening and asking questions but not done much talking. When was the last time you...took matters into your own hands?"

"Yeah Boyd you've listened to all of us time to spill."Frankie agreed."You said we'd be shocked, when was it and what would we be so shocked by."

"Last night." Boyd replied knowing his time had come. He'd have to be as honest as they had and find a way to do so without alerting them to the fact the woman he'd made love to in his imagination the night before was sitting staring at him right now with intense interest.