A Very Merry Ski-Mas

"Flight 2598 to Colorado is now boarding!" The announcer said and Mercedes gently nudged her cousin.

"Come on girl, our flight is boarding." She said, stretching as she stood.

Jane yawned, grabbing her bag before she stood. "Ok, I'm coming. We are sitting in first class though, right? Because last time in coach it was rough."

Mercedes grabbed the tickets and nodded. "Yea we are, we didn't do all that overtime just to be uncomfortable."

"Good, I get to relax in style while getting ready for the best vacation. I heard that the spa there is insane!" Jane said as she started towards the gate.

Mercedes nodded, following behind. "I honestly want hands all over my body and I don't care how many." She said, earning a look from her cousin. "I heard it when I said it…"

Jane laughed. "Cuz you gotta get laid. Anthony really did a number on you…"

"Honey… this isn't because of him…" She quipped, choosing to ignore the amused look from Jane.

"No? Then who was it?" Jane asked and when Mercedes just shrugged she started saying all the names of the guys she knew her cousin used to date. "... hell I know it wasn't Puck, we both know you didn't need to circle back to that one."

Mercedes cleared her throat before handing her pass to the attendant. "Right."

Jane stopped, her mouth agape. "Bitch, please tell me you didn't…"

"You think you're gonna get steak this time? I heard it's good but I don't really care for red meat." Mercedes asked, looking for her seat.
Jane grabbed her shoulder forcing her to stop. "Mercedes Annalise Jones… for the love of everything holy, please tell me you didn't!"

Sighing, she sat in her seat. "I… relapsed but it's okay because we will be in Colorado and his ass will be in Atlanta… where he belongs."

Jane sat next to her trying to process everything. "Bitch… he had you acting crazy for a month straight. I had to call Marcus! How long ago was this?"

The flight attendant walked by, much to Mercedes' delight and offered them a few snacks and drinks. She gladly took the drink quickly downing it before ordering another.

"Two…" She answered.

Jane looked at her expectantly. "Two what? Weeks? Months?"

Mercedes placed her drink to her lips, offering a smile. "Days…"

"TWO DAYS!" Jane shouted before remembering where they were. "T-two days? Merce… you gotta get off that shit."

"Will you stop acting like I was some drug addict? He's good in bed, I don't see the harm in making sure I get fucked properly."

Jane sat back in her seat, shaking her head judgingly. "If that man comes to Colorado, you are on your own."

Mercedes waved her hand dismissively. "He wouldn't do that… you think?" She asked, a slow smirk forming. "Nah, he wouldn't do that."

Her cousin narrowed her eyes on her. "Bitch are you hoping that he does?"

"No! No… it's just you and me, we're going to relax, go skiing and have a good time. That's it, no men involved."

"I didn't say all that, just not that particular man. I refuse to spend my hard earned money getting you and that fool out of jail again."

Mercedes shook her head laughing as she leaned back in her seat. Jane was right, as always, Mercedes had bad taste in men. It all started in high school, when she met Shane. They were each other's first, and when graduation came and he signed with Ohio State, he let her know that he needed to focus, little did she know 'focus' meant getting it on with the cheerleaders from the team.

After that, Mercedes vowed to get hers, and get out. Very few men got at her more than once, and not got into her heart.

The few men who had more than one go at it were Puck, aka Noah Puckerman, the walking dildo as her friend group called him. And Anthony Rashaad. Out of all the men she hooked up with, he was the closest to getting her to let her guard down.

They met when she consulted on a design for his office. He was tall, dark and sexy, and he was a repeat. But then she learned that he was married and that took the fun out of their times together. Which led her to call Puck.

Shaking off the feeling of the men who had wronged her, she closed her eyes, trying her best to look towards a fun relaxing week at the Ski Lodge. Preferably with no men in sight.

Sam Evans walked across the lobby, and into the Ski store in the resort as Mike Chang caught up to him.

"Don't you love this time of year Sam? Women all over, trying to find a man to teach them new things?" Mike said laughing.

"And you are that man right? You gonna dance right into their hearts?" Sam said, shaking his head.

Mike leaned against the counter as he watched a group of women walk inside and start giggling when they noticed him and Sam. "Its a delicate dance, you know this."

Sam chuckled, waving at the women, which had him met with more giggles and them rushing past the men. "Aren't you tired of the same thing over and over? We teach women to ski, find a few bunnies to warm up too, then we start all over."

Mike turned to Sam completely. "Are you saying you wanna try men? Cause I can't say I am shocked…I mean you went through a bleached blonde phase."

Sam's eyes widened. "No! No! Not that there's anything wrong with that kind of lifestyle but no. I am just saying, they never have anything more to talk about then skiing because they think that's all I am about. I gotta flip 'em around just so I won't have to talk about it."

Mike shook his head. "You deadass wrong for that but I get it. They don't want to know us Sam, we are eye candy who a lucky few can actually have."

Sam nodded as he turned towards the door, freezing as two women walked into the Skit shop. "Well damn."

Mike followed Sam's gaze and nodded. "Holy hell…"

"Dibs…the dark purple peacoat is calling my name, do you see them curves, that's a slope I'd like to make a run on." Sam said, earning a laugh from Mike.

"You can have her, her very sexy friend is calling my name.

Straightening up, Sam and Mike headed over to the women. "Hello ladies, my name is Sam and this is Mike, can we help you find anything?"

Mercedes smirked, eyeing the blonde through her lashes as she sipped on her hot chocolate. "We need ski equipment." She answered. "I specifically need pants and a jacket."

Jane nodded, eyeing the Asian. "I need boots and gloves." She chimed in.

"Well you're in luck, Mike here can assist you find boots and gloves and I'll gladly help you find pants and a jacket." Sam replied.

Mercedes quirked her eyebrows. "Sure you have any that can fit me?"

"Oh sweetheart I am sure I can find something here that will fit you just right." Sam smirked.

"Hmm, we shall see… lead the way." She said, allowing him to lead her towards the apparel.

Jane watched them walk away, shaking her head. "She's going to eat your friend alive."

Mike chuckled. "And you?"

She looked at him confused. "Me what?"

"Want to be eaten alive?" He asked, smirking.

Jane chuckled. "Oh, you're cute… how about you show me some boots first?" She bounced back.

Mike gestured his hand for her to follow. "I'll show you whatever you want."

"Good to know." Jane smirked.

"So are you looking for a specific color, style or texture of pants?" Sam asked after walking the woman over to apparel. He could tell by her shape she'd need something breathable but her height would make it a little difficult.

"Hmm… I'm no expert. What will be cute and not cut off the circulation to my ass?"

Sam couldn't help chuckling. "Right, so let me ask this. Are you intending on actually skiing or just want to look cute?"

Mercedes smiled cheekily. "Both?" She answered, gazing over a few of the racks. "I think I'd look nice in purple for sure."

"Purple." He repeated before looking her over again. "How tall are you?"

"Five-two without heels."

He nodded, going over to the rack picking out two different types of pants and bringing them back to her. "These are our Powderqueen pants, they're waterproof, windproof and lightweight. You'll need to get a pair of base pants to go underneath so that you don't get cold." He said holding up a pair of purple pants before handing them to her.

"Now these are our Bib pants, they're insulated. They're basically overalls but they offer you the ability to move more efficiently and you'd just be cute in them." He continued, handing them to her as well.

Mercedes looked at him before looking at the pants. "You didn't ask about my size."

Sam smirked. "I got a good eye. Come on, I'll show you where the dressing rooms are." He quipped, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her to the dressing rooms. He stopped at another rack, grabbing two more pairs of paints before getting her set up in the first stall.

"These are the base pants, they go underneath the other pants." He instructed before handing them over to her.

"And you're sure they'll fit me?" Mercedes questioned earning a laugh from Sam.

"I could help you put them on if you don't believe me." He replied. "But I doubt after getting you undressed I'd want to put more clothes on you."

Mercedes blushed, rolling her eyes. "Boy…" She said, closing the dressing room door, laughing.

Sam smiled looking after her, she was definitely different from any woman he had seen around. After waiting a few minutes, Sam knocked on the door. "You okay in there?"

After a moment the door opened and Mercedes walked out. Sam exhaled heavily, staring at her. "Damn…"

She smiled, turning to the mirror. "Yeah…these make my ass look amazing."

"You'll get no arguments from me, though…if I may?" Sam asked, reaching his hands towards her.

Mercedes nodded and Sam moved closer to her, invading her personal space before he unzipped two front pockets. He reached his hands into her pockets seductively. "Just wanted to make sure you knew that you had these two, you'd be surprised at how many people don't realize it."

Mercedes shivered feeling his hands rub her thighs. "I um… didn't."

Sam smirked, smoothing the inside of her pockets, feeling her shudder. "Are you wearing the base pants?" He asked before removing his hands and gently turning her around. He unzipped the side pockets, slowly reaching his hands inside. "You also have these." He added before leaning down to her ear. "I can tell that you don't have the base pants on."

She shifted slightly, clearing her throat. "H-how?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He smiled, taking his hand from her pocket before he began palming her ass. "We don't carry anything with lace."

Mercedes bit her lip before looking at his, then back to him. "Isn't this some kind of ethics violation? You feeling up on my ass and all?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, gently grabbing her ass again. "Do you feel violated, baby?"

She forced herself not to moan. "If I say no, then what?"

"If you say no, then I'd continue my services, I do aim to please." Sam smirked.

"Do you offer your services to all the women that come in here or am I the first?" She asked, feeling a shiver run through her body when he gripped her ass again.

Sam brushed his lips along her neck. "There was one before you… a long time ago." He admitted. "But it damn sure wasn't immediate like now."

Boldy, she turned so that they were face to face. "And what makes me so different?"

Sam stared at her. "Your eyes…" He said lifting his hand to her cheek. "They tell me how much you want me…and the way you react to my touch.." He said, dragging his hand down her neck slowly.

She swallowed. "Are you sure it's want you're seeing? I could just be friendly." She teased. "You could just be really horny and projecting it onto me."

Sam chuckled, pressing into her. "Then let me show you, it's not just me that wants this."

Mercedes felt everything and knew she'd have to buy these damn pants now due to her panties being so wet. "So what? One night stand?"

"Mhm, something like that." He said, moving to nip at her lips.

She frowned, stepping away. "Sorry, I promised I wouldn't do those anymore, but if you should change your mind, you'll know where to find me." She said before nipping at his lips and walking back into the dressing room to get changed.

Sam looked at the door before running his hands through his hair. "Fuck!" He said under his breath before he walked to the employee bathroom to take care of his problem.

Sam froze as he looked up to see Mike standing there looking down. "Dude?"

Turning towards Sam, Mike shook his head with a growl. "She's a damn tease!"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, so is her friend."

Mike shifted himself as he walked towards Sam. "So you know what we have to do then right?"

Sam heaved a sigh and nodded. "Yep. Find them on the slopes and try again."

"Fuck!" They said in unison. It had been a long time since they had to work this much to get laid, usually all Sam had to do was ramp up his southern charm and he'd have them eating out the palm of his hand. While all Mike needed to do was show off some sexy dance moves and the women turned into putty, these two however, were different.

"I didn't even get her damn name!" Sam said, smacking himself on the forehead.

Mike groaned, realizing the same thing. "Damn it…why are all the fine ones so much trouble?"

Sam ran his hand over his face. "I am asking myself the same damn thing."

You guys are in for a treat!