A/N: Okay, well the votes are in! I hope most of you like what I did. When I mentioned the M-booth in my last note I was just referring to how some people didn't like that story line and feared you might feel the same way about this story line... not that the two would be connected. Mrs. B was never headed for the club!

So hopefully this will work for you... Enjoy! We only have two more weeks left together until Full Exposure is complete!

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BPOV

For the last three weeks I've spent every free moment of my time writing. With Edward's encouragement I started jotting down novel ideas and I've finally decided on a fictional story that is loosely based on experiences from my own life. Now that I have a topic I can't stop the creative juices from flowing. I am so excited about this project. The plot will undoubtedly include a lot of real life events that include Edward so I was relieved when he had no objections to my using him in the novel.

He laughed so hard when I told him I'd named his fictional character Ernie. I want a name that starts with E, but Edward thinks there's no way any woman could successfully submit to an Ernie. Well, that's his name for now. Maybe I'll change it in my final draft if I can think of something sexier.

While I've been busy writing, Edward's spent more and more time working at the club. There was a definite lull over the holidays while members were busy with other things, but now that it's late January business is starting to pick up again. Writing has been fun and therapeutic for me, but it's also something I need to do alone. I've missed Edward and I'm more than happy to put my novel aside for the weekend so we can go on an overnight trip to Port Angeles.

The beautiful and radiant Alice Hale is now eight months pregnant and Rosalie is throwing her a baby shower Saturday. I'm very excited to spend some time with my friends, though Jasper did warn us that Alice is a force to be reckoned with in her super-pregnant state. The baby shower isn't a surprise party because Alice planned every detail by herself. Alice is a lot to handle under normal circumstances, so I'm a little concerned that Jasper made plans with the guys to spend the entire afternoon at a bar. I know it's customary for men to stay away during baby showers but Edward said it was Jasper's idea to hang out at a bar all afternoon. How bad could Alice be?

"Bella! You ready to go? We're going to hit traffic if we don't get a move on," Edward calls from down stairs.

I take a final look around the bedroom to make sure we haven't forgotten anything and then head down to meet him. "I'm here, keep your pants on!" I retort as I come to stand beside him at the front door. He's being unreasonable. There won't be any traffic once we're out of the city.

"You keep your pants on, or we'll really be late," he counters. I can't help smirking at him. That would be fun testing which is stronger: Edward's compulsive need to be on time or his desire to fuck me.

I decide not to experiment right now since Beanie is waiting patiently on his leash next to Edward's feet. He's excited for a car ride. "You ready to go visit Auntie Rose, Bean?" I ask. He wags his tail, clearly answering my question in the affirmative.

The roads are clear as soon as we hit the highway just as I expected. Edward fiddles with the radio until he finds something we both like and Beanie's watching the scenery fly by out the backseat window. I'm really looking forward to this trip despite the fact it will be our first time back in PA since we moved to Seattle. I don't know if anyone we encounter will recognize us or care about why we moved away months ago, but it doesn't matter to me because Seattle has given me so much new confidence. Edward and I are thriving there, personally and professionally, and I won't be bothered at all if someone happens to mention the sex tape. Really, I won't.

"What are you thinking about?" Edward asks.

I look over at him and smile, wanting him to see that nothing is bothering me. We haven't talked about this trip being a return to the place where we once felt exiled. There's little chance of me running into someone at Alice's shower who takes issue with our lifestyle. Edward, on the other hand, will be spending hours in a public restaurant/bar where any number of strangers could recognize him as the former face of the Channel 6 nightly news. It could get awkward for him if people want to chat about why he left, or worse, ask about the sex scandal.

"Have you considered the fact that you'll probably be recognized while you're hanging out with Emmett and Jasper?"

His brow furrows slightly as his head turns back to the road in front of us. He takes a minute to think about his answer, but I'm patient. I know how Edward likes to formulate answers to difficult questions.

"I'm not worried about getting questions from people who've seen us fucking on that video tape," he says eventually. "I know how to answer those types of questions. I think what might be difficult is talking about the station. If people wonder why I left it'll be hard to act like the decision was mutual."

"You miss it don't you? Broadcasting..." I say. I don't even need to ask the question because I already know the answer. Edward sighs.

"I love running the club, I really do. I enjoy being the boss, making decisions about how business is conducted, and being such an integral part of Seattle's BDSM community."

"But..." I prompt him.

"But... Broadcasting was my dream. It's what I went to school for; it's the industry I worked so hard to break into. It took years to get that gig and if I'm being completely honest then I have to admit I do miss it."

There's nothing I can say to make him feel better so I just stretch my hand across the center console and squeeze his thigh. Edward places his hand over mine and holds it for a while as we cruise down the highway towards Port Angeles.

Eventually the silence starts to get to me. "How do you think Jason will do running the club while we're gone?" I wonder. Jenks' agreed to oversee the club tonight and Saturday while Edward and I are out of town.

"He's the owner of both clubs, love. I'm sure he knows how to handle things," Edward replies confidently.

"I know that, but tonight is Friday and that means the theater is booked with three separate performances. I can picture him ignoring all managerial responsibilities while he's sitting in the front row of the theater for hours," I tease.

Edward laughs and raises my hand from his thigh so he can kiss the back of my palm. "You're right; he will probably catch all the performances... with Callie sitting on one side and Chloe on the other."

"They will both be nude, of course, and pleasuring him in some way," I add.

Edward smirks and returns both hands to the wheel as the exit for Port Angeles comes up ahead. "I suppose we'll have to close the club for our wedding won't we? Everyone we trust to work will be at the ceremony," he muses.

"I hadn't thought of that. You think members will be mad if you shut the place down on a Saturday night?"

Edward turns right onto Woodhaven Lane and Beanie's tail starts wagging. "Some people might be if we don't give them enough notice. I'll have to take care of that as soon as we get back to Seattle. The wedding's only three months away."

Gosh, three months. Time is moving so quickly. "We're here," he announces.

Edward gets Beanie out of the car and he immediately finds a nice patch of grass to pee on. We're staying at Rose's house, which used to belong to Edward's parents. I walk around back to get our luggage and have just opened the trunk when Emmett appears at my side.

"Let me get that, Bella. How are you?" he asks taking the suitcase out of my hands.

"I'm great, Emmett. How are you?" I reply smiling. I really like him; always fun to be around and such a sweet guy.

"Can't complain. Rosie's been preoccupied with the party all day so I've been watching movies on the flat screen."

"Do you hang out here a lot these days?" I press crossing my arms over my chest.

Emmett chuckles, knowing what I'm really asking. "Yeah, I'm about 95% living here now," he answers triumphantly.

"Ninety five percent?"

"Yeah. She won't let me bring in my Seahawks lamp, my beer stein collection, or any of the Mariner bobble head dolls. She said I'm lucky she's letting me store them in the garage."

I can't help but laugh out loud. "I'd take that deal if I were you." For anyone who knows Rose, it's clear that Emmett has still achieved a rather lofty goal, even without the bobble heads. He should take her compromise and run with it. There was a time not too long ago that Emmett was sure Rose was going to push him out of her life. I'm so happy for them that they've found a way to be together.

Emmett is laughing with me as Edward walks over to us. I take the dog's leash and the guys each grab a suitcase and follow me into the house. The baby shower isn't until tomorrow but already the house is decorated wall to wall. There are balloons and streamers strung across the ceilings and white linen tablecloths on the kitchen and dining room tables. I can smell yummy food baking in the kitchen. I follow my nose and find Rose hard at work mixing something chocolaty in a bowl.

"Hey, Rose," I greet.

She looks up at me and smiles. "Hi Bella! Welcome to Alice's Hale's Baby Wonderland! Grab a spoon." She nods towards a long wooden spoon resting in another mixing bowl.

"Mmmm, what's this going to be?" I ask as I start mixing the sugar, flour, and what looks like peppermint chunks.

"Peppermint chip brownies. Can you mix in those eggs and a half cup of milk?"

"Sure. How much more cooking do you have to do?" I wonder looking around at all the bowls and ingredients covering the counter space. It looks like she's feeding an army.

Rose sighs and flips a stray lock of blonde hair back into place. She hands me a slip of lined paper with lots of writing. It's a hefty list of food items including a wide assortment of finger foods and desserts.

"You're making all of this?" I ask. "I thought Alice was Mommy-zilla, doing everything for the shower herself?"

"Mommy-zilla made all the decisions, bought all the food, but abandoned me a few hours ago because her ankles were looking swollen and unsightly due to all the standing."

I roll my eyes and give Rosalie her list back. She is so screwed. "You should have called me. Edward and I could have come earlier. But don't worry, we'll get everything done," I assure her.

Rose looks at me with appreciation in her eyes... and a little desperation. "Thank you, Bella. I had Emmett helping before you got here but that wasn't working out. Don't tell him this... but he's useless. I asked him to separate a dozen eggs for the sponge cakes and he just put the raw eggs into two groups of six."

I giggle and she holds up her hand to stop me. "It gets better. I asked him to ball a melon and he looked at me strangely and then started taking off his clothes."

The look on her face makes me lose control and my laughter erupts involuntarily. I hold my hands over my face to absorb the sound, but it still gets the attention of Emmett and Edward who subsequently wander into the room to see what Rose and I are talking about.

"What's going on in here, ladies?" Emmett asks. Rose and I both shake our heads in unison. "Come on, what's so funny?"

"Nothing, Em. I was just assuring Rose that I'd help her get all this food cooked before tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. Hey, Rosie, now that you have a real helper, does that mean you'll have time to ball the melon with me later tonight?" he asks under his breath.

I feel my face blush as I bite my lip and chant do not laugh, do not laugh in my head. Rosalie rolls her eyes and resumes mixing up the contents of her bowl.

"I'm sorry to steal your helper, Rose, but Bella and I actually have to get going," Edward says.

"What? You just got here. I haven't even shown you to your room yet," she protests.

"I know where my childhood bedroom is," Edward replies. "Bella promised her old client we'd stop by to visit this afternoon. We'll be back in a few hours and you can put us both to work. I promise."

"I'm sorry, Rose. I did tell Mrs. Beagle we'd stop by. It'll just be a short visit," I say.

Rosalie nods her head and forces a smile to her face. "Go on, leave me here with Emmett. But don't blame me if I screw something up and Alice has a meltdown tomorrow," she says sarcastically.

Edward tugs at my hand and promises his cousin again that we'll be back in time to help her. I say goodbye to Beanie and hand Emmett the doggie leash. Then we get back in the car and head over to Mrs. Beagle's house.

When I called her last week to say we'd be in town I could hear in her voice how happy the news made her. I'm really looking forward to seeing her again too. Delores has never met Edward, and I'm wondering what she'll think of him. She knows he's my Dom and even watched the sex video after the scandal broke. Hopefully she won't say anything too inappropriate.

"Fuck, this is her house?" Edward asks as we are walking up the front steps.

"Sure is. Does it intimidate you?"

"No, I just can't believe that only one person lives here," he replies straining his neck to look up at the mansion before us.

"Mrs. Beagle gets very lonely. She's really looking forward to this visit," I say knocking with the massive gold door knocker.

When the door opens Edward and I are greeted by the warm smile of my dear friend and former client... Mrs. Beagle. She looks the same as I remember, except older, though it's only been a few months since we've seen each other. Her hair and makeup are done as if she's expecting important company. I suppose that's what we are for her. We step into the foyer and I can't help myself from giving her a hug.

"I missed you too, dear," she says. "My, my. Just look at you! Stunning!"

"I look the same, Mrs. B. You are stunning," I reply with a big smile.

She laughs off my statement and then takes her first look at Edward. I think it's love at first sight. Did I have that same goofy stare the first time I set my eyes on him? Yeah, I probably did.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Beagle," Edward greets cordially. He lifts her hand and kisses it. I swear I hear her gasp. She doesn't even try to disguise the fact that she's looking my fiancé over from head to toe.

We go into the parlor where Delores has set out coffee and pastries on the coffee table. I sit next to her on one couch the way we used to when I was her assistant and we'd spend hours chatting. Edward takes a seat on the opposite couch and eyes the sweets.

"Please take one. I wish I could say I made them myself but I'd be fibbing. Yolanda made everything. She's very good in the kitchen," Mrs. Beagle says. Edward smiles and reaches for a butter tart.

"So how is Yolanda working out, Mrs. B? Is she here? I'd love to meet her."

"She's been very good to me. She comes twice a week but has three young children so she's always gone by the late afternoon. And Bella, how many times do I have to remind you to call me Delores?"

I chuckle thinking back to the first time she demanded I use her first name. She was helping me pick out crotchless panties in a lingerie store downtown. "I'm sorry, Delores. You're right. So you're really getting along okay? I was so worried about you when I left. I wish I could have stayed in town long enough to meet Yolanda when she started. It would have made the transition easier on you."

"Don't be silly, dear. You needn't have worried. The agency you worked for did a good job finding her," Delores assures me. "How's that tart, Edward?"

Edward's eyes widen mid-bite. "Delicious, Mrs. Bea- Um... Delores."

"Oh, I have something for you," she announces and points over to a rollback desk against the wall. "Edward, sweetie, go get the manila folder for me please?"

Edward wipes his hand on a cloth napkin from the table and then gets up to retrieve the folder for Mrs. Beagle. I catch her watching Edward's behind as he walks away from us. I find it amusing and join her in the ogling. I can't blame her for noticing; he really does have a fabulous behind. Edward returns and sits down again none the wiser.

"So what's in the folder, Delores?" I ask when she places it on the table without opening it.

"I'll show you in a minute. First, I want to know how you're doing in Seattle."

"We're doing great. We bought a house and just finished getting everything unpacked and furnished. I have one new client, but don't worry... she's nowhere near as sweet as you," I answer.

"Oh, rubbish. You are the one who's sweeter than honey," Mrs. Beagle replies wryly.

Edward smirks. I can tell he finds my odd relationship with Mrs. Beagle amusing. I used to talk about her all the time. Even though she was often the most challenging client, she was also the most interesting and fun to be around.

"I've also started writing a novel," I add.

"Oh, Bella that's wonderful! You've always wanted to be a writer," Mrs. Beagle replies excitedly.

"Well, I don't know how successful I'll be but I want to try. Edward has more confidence in my ability than I do."

"I believe in you too, dear. Truly. And how's your job, Edward?" she asks.

Edward looks at me briefly and I nod to encourage his honesty. I've already told Delores everything there is to know about the club and our BDSM sex life. I think once you pick out crotchless panties with someone there's nothing left to hide.

"The club is doing well. Memberships keep increasing and public opinion is positive," he responds.

"Are you still performing every Friday?"

"We've done a few scenes and Edward's training a new member right now. I think we're leaning towards more training sessions than theater performances for now," I say.

"Don't you miss it?"

"Yes and no," I answer honestly. "We have the opportunity to do scenes when we really start to miss it. For now we're happy choosing to do a performance when it feels right for us, instead of the demanding weekly schedule."

"You could do one right now," Delores offers. I can't tell if she's kidding or not, but Edward clearly takes her suggestion seriously judging by the shocked look on his face.

"Mrs. Beagle, I've told you before, Edward and I are not scening for you!" I retort in playful protest. I don't want to upset her but the idea of having sex in front of her freaks me out a little. It would be like fornicating in front of Nana Swan.

I can see Mrs. Beagle was anticipating my response. She reaches for the manila folder. "I suspected you'd get bashful, Bella. But what about your beau here?" She turns towards Edward and he smiles nervously. "Bella has mentioned before how remarkably comfortable you are with an audience, Edward, dear. I watched the video that caused such a stir around town. You did seem quite... liberated."

Edward laughs and rubs the back of his neck. "I'm not embarrassed to be nude, Mrs. B. I think it's the sex part that's giving Bella pause."

"That's all I want," she insists. "Just a little peep show for an old woman who hasn't seen a phallus in over fifteen years! And I have this to give you as a thank you."

Edward shifts in his seat and looks at me, unsure what to say. I subtly shake my head. This isn't the first time Mrs. Beagle's asked me to scene for her. She usually gives up quickly. "What do you have?" I ask cautiously. What has she done?

"With this paperwork I've signed over the ownership of my yacht to you, along with enough money to cover marina fees for three years. I don't have any use for it and Calvin said you seemed to really enjoy it that time he took you out on the water."

"Delores, you are crazy! We can't take your yacht! And especially not in exchange for a strip tease!" I exclaim. I feel my cheeks flame.

"It's already done, dear. Sorry. Take it now or wait to inherit it after I pass. The choice is yours," she replies with an evil grin. "And the 'strip tease' as you call it was just a fun suggestion."

"Still, I could never accept the yacht. It's just too much of a gift," I insist.

"Darling, I really have no use for it. And I'm leaving more than enough assets and wealth to my nieces and nephews. Besides, I want you to have it. I'm 75 years old and don't need it. I'd rather give it to you now so I can watch you enjoy it."

"Delores, you're not passing anytime soon. Are you?" I wonder aloud.

"Not that I know of, but in the end it isn't up for me to decide, is it?"

I shake my head, contemplating her words and the obscene offer to accept a sixty foot catamaran. Edward has been silent across the table since Mrs. Beagle tried to charm his pants off. She also notices his silence.

"Edward, I don't mean to ask for anything that makes you uncomfortable. It's just that Bella has told me much about you and I'm very curious. It surprises me that you're such a chicken."

Edward's eyebrows raise and he nearly chokes on the saliva in his mouth. "Delores? You're calling me a chicken?" he asks smiling at her.

"If the beak fits," she teases.

Edward narrows his eyes at her, trying not to laugh. "I see what you're doing. You think daring me to strip is all it's going to take to see my cock?"

I expect Mrs. Beagle to blush or look phased by Edward's use of that word but she doesn't flinch at all.

"I haven't seen one since my late husband Walter when he was 64 and suffering from dementia. Believe me that it was no picnic. I suppose I could go to one of those shows at the club here in town. I just hope I don't break a hip getting out of the cab, or get mugged walking around downtown all alone," she replies.

"A guilt trip now?" I chuckle. "You are too much, Mrs. B."

Edward is still staring at her, and I can see in his expression that he actually considering this. He always has been a sucker for a challenge.

"Fine, a little show. If it's alright with Bella," he says.

Delores looks over to me with a big smile on her face. Damn, I can't deny her anything. "It's your body, babe. I'm staying right here, fully clothed," I answer firmly.

Mrs. Beagle claps her hands and turns back towards Edward. His cheeks are a little pink but he looks determined. The hint of bashfulness on his face just makes him more desirable. I think I'm going to enjoy this too. I wonder how far he'll take it?

Edward stands and pushes the coffee table aside so it no longer separates us from him. He lifts the hem of his t-shirt halfway up his torso giving us a glimpse of his abdominal muscles. This is the first time Edward's ever stripped for me. I can't believe it's happening in Mrs. Beagle's parlor! Edward's other hand comes up to his stomach and slides along the V that disappears under his jeans.

He glances at Delores a few times but is focusing most of his attention on me. I smile at him and he winks at me just before pulling his shirt off completely.

"Oh my stars," Delores whispers next to me.

Edward chuckles and it makes his muscles ripple in a very delicious way. His hands move to his belt and we watch in fascination as he slowly undoes the buckle and pulls it through the loops in his jeans. He drops it to the floor and smirks. God, that's a sexy look. The girls at the club call that kind of look a panty dropper. He unzips his pants and slowly removes them. I'm sure he's glad he chose to wear the navy blue boxer briefs today. They make his ass look amazing.

Edward does a little 360 spin so we can get the full effect and Mrs. B hums under her breath. As crazy as this is, I'm glad she's enjoying herself. Edward cups his dick over the boxers with his hand and slowly massages it up and down.

"Oh, my stars," Delores says again. "They didn't make men like you back in my day."

Edward smiles beautifully, and I can see the compliment is encouraging him to continue. I still don't know what Edward's planning. It's not unusual for me to see him so easily remove his clothes like this. He's done it at Coming Attractions, at play parties, and in front of any assortment of strangers with little hesitation. This occasion proves beyond a doubt that Edward is not shy about his body.

Obviously feeling more comfortable, Edward slides his hands up his chest, over his biceps, and back down to his hips. His erection is now evident under the thin layer of cotton. His strip tease is getting me wet and I'm hoping he doesn't plan to end this now. He's already proved himself not a chicken... but if he stops at this point Mrs. B and I might both have a stroke.

The next thing I know Edward is pulling his cock out of the opening in his boxers. "Oh. My. Stars," Delores repeats as he strokes himself up and down in a very sensual manner until he's totally hard. 'Oh my stars' is right. Edward is watching my reaction to his ministrations and I can literally see the exhibitionist inside him come out to play. While his right hand pumps his cock his left hand caresses all long his torso. It moves up his chest and cups the back of his neck as he tips his head back and thrusts his hips forward. His bicep is flexing and I really want to touch him but somehow I refrain myself. As hot as this is, I still wouldn't feel comfortable joining him in this act with Mrs. Beagle as the audience.

"Do you ladies want to see me come?" he asks suddenly. It's the first time he's spoken since the show began and it pops my little lust bubble. I glance over to Mrs. B. and she's nodding. Alright then, orgasm it is.

Edward begins pumping himself faster and brings his left hand down to cup his balls. He groans a few times and it makes me so hot for him. Maybe it's twisted, but I'm so proud of my fiancé right now. He's totally comfortable and in control. I'm in awe of his self confidence. I know from experience that the noises Edward is making means he's close to coming. I wonder if Delores realizes it too?

I reach forward to pick up the cloth napkin from the coffee table and hand it to Edward just before he shuts his eyes. "Thank you, baby," he replies. I don't know if he even considered where he'd shoot his load but I'm not about to let it land on Mrs. Beagle's parlor carpet.

Edward's neck muscles clench and his fist is pumping furiously. I'm adding 'Edward masturbating' to my top ten list of favorite things as soon as we get home. I think Delores is holding her breath as Edward brings the napkin between his legs and holds it at the tip of his dick. A low guttural moan escapes his lips and seconds later we are watching his thick creamy cum explode into the cloth. His eyes are closed tightly and the muscles in his abdomen tighten as he comes. It's a beautiful sight.

Delores raises her hand over her mouth and gasps. "Oh, Edward. I'm leaving you the yacht and Walter's Aston Martin!"

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