“How bout’ three out of five?” Dr Marlena Evans asked Kate Roberts.
“No way. You *lost* fair and square. Man, you suck at paper scissors rock.” Kate nodded. “I could beat you with my eyes closed. Ever so predictable.”
“What?!! I am not that predictable! And by the way. Paper scissors rock, is not a game that actually requires skill! It requires a hand for God’s sakes!” Marlena said in defense.
“Whatever you say…” Kate smirked.
Marlena was insulted. Was she that predictable? Does everybody think I’m boring or something?
“So Marlena…are you going to be in the show or what?” Kate asked.
“Huh? Oh…umm what show?” She asked, suddenly bumped back to reality.
“That charity event show at Alice’s bar to raise money.
“What kind of show?” Marlena asked.
“Well seeing as it’s mostly guys there. We’re doing a ‘dance’ for them.” Kate smirked.
Marlena raised an eyebrow at the way she said dance. “What *kind* of dance?”
“Something similar to the “These Boots Are Made For Walking” Video clip. You know, the one with Jessica Simpson. But the fake-tan free version of course. I’m talking mini shorts, leather, tank tops, little cowboy shirts. Cowboy hats and boots. Totally sexy, but only for the brave and spontaneous of course…” Kate smirked. Hinting that conservative Dr Evans, wouldn’t dare do such a thing.
Marlena knew exactly what she was thinking, and was determined to show Kate up. “Where do you sign up?”
“Oh. You’re up for it huh? Well you know what the dress code is. And remember, you can back out at *anytime*” Kate finished.
“Don’t worry honey. I’m in it for the long haul.” Marlena said slyly.
“Man, this is going to be good. Can’t wait to see Hope up there. She’s in these tight ass jeans. God she looks good!” Bo grinned. Grinning like a teenage boy.
A cough from Doug, who sat behind them, quickly made Bo slump down in his seat.
“Well, wait to you see Lex. She is looking mighty fine!” Abe nodded, trying to prove his wife was sexier.
“You’re forgetting my wife. She looks de-lish!” Jack bragged, about Jen.
“Well gentlemen. *My* wife, organized this event and is the show’s headliner!” Roman smirked loudly to the men, referring to his wife, Kate.
“What about Marlena? Is she in the show?” Abe asked, a silent John.
“Oh, nah. She organized the guest speakers. She’s not in the show.” He nodded.
John didn’t need to be reminded about how sexy his wife was. He knew the way she acted behind their bedroom door, [Or anywhere else for that matter…] He knew he wasn’t missing out on anything. But he did however wish, he could prove to the rest of them, how sexy she really was…
“Now for the main event. Gentlemen! Open your eyes, and your pockets! As Salem’s finest, perform for you! Take it away ladies!” Caroline shouted.
The wolf whistles filled the room. And the howling intensified, as each lovely lady paraded out. Lexie was first, looking hot as hell in her leather skirt. Gaining howls, especially from Abe.
Hope came out next, wearing those tight ass jeans, looking fine. Causing Bo, to whistle, and be hit swiftly over the head by Doug. Jen walked out in ripped jeans, and a tank top. Jack howled and clapped at the sight.
Kate then paraded out, making sure to steal the other women’s thunder, in her tight leather pants and leather jacket. The men howled, at the star, with Roman grinning proudly and whistling loud.
John had clapped for all the women, and was worried that Marlena had not joined him yet. She was supposed to be here by now.
After finally reassuring herself, Marlena stepped from behind the curtain, and onto the stage. Determined to beat Kate at her own game, she swung her hips seductively, as she curved her full lips into a seductive, inviting smile.
She wore mini denim shorts, a red and black tartan shirt, with the top three buttons all undone, showing a *very* good view of the black lace bra underneath, with the shirt ends tied up in a knot at the front, revealing her smooth stomach.
Knee-high leather boots showing off her long tanned [NOT a Jessica Simpson tan] legs and thighs were on display. Her long hair was draped around her shoulders in long blonde cascades. She smiled at the crowd, searching for John with her eyes.
She by far, advanced the other women on the stage. Gaining amazingly loud howls from all the men in the room, who had walked right up to the stage for a closer look. Bo, Jack and Abe, had their eyes glued to Marlena’s body. They’d never seen her like this before!!
Fuck! She’s hot! My God! Bo thought, shaking his head.
Marlena? The Marlena I know! No way! Abe thought, sharing the same thoughts as Bo.
Holy?!! Jack thought, stunned.
Roman sat there, with his mouth wide open. Unable to say anything. His wife looked like a transvestite compared to Marlena. Plus Marlena gave her outfit class and style. She didn’t make it look skanky and inappropriate. She never dressed like that around me? EVER! He thought.
John couldn’t believe what he saw. Marlena had never told him, she’d be in the show. Honestly? He couldn’t care less about that right now. He saw how good she looked, and almost fell off his chair, when he saw her shaking it in her outfit. Holy shit! She’s dirty dancing!
All the men watched Marlena or the blonde, as she’d become known to those who didn’t know her, shake her thing. John felt a tightening in his groin. As he watched every part of her body move slowly to the rhythm of the beat. He swallowed hard, as her eyes met his.
She curved her lips into a smile. Looking at only him, not noticing the other hundred eyes watching her. John jealously noticed the eyes watching his wife, and resisted the urge to punch Roman, as he heard his heavy breathing.
He watched her move, as it brought on passionate memories that he knew were his and Marlena’s alone. He wanted her so bad, and wanted to get her away from all these men, and take her himself.
The women finished their number, as applause filled the room. And the men emptied their pockets, and cheered loudly, as the women disappeared behind the curtain.
“Excuse me!” John shouted before, bolting backstage to get to his wife.
Lucky bastard. Several of the men thought, as they watched John bolt.
“Doc, Doc?!!” John called, searching for her.
Marlena saw him first, and had watched him the entire show. She knew what he was here for. “Mmm, hey baby.” She said in a deep seductive voice, as she wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her hands rub over the bulge in his pants.
He groaned, and whipped her around, to take a closer look at her. She was about to explain, when he backed her into a table, wrapping his arms around her, and kissing and licking her neck. She laughed, as she claimed his lips with her own, eager for his touch.
His hands roamed over her body, he remembered watching her move, he remembered wanting to trace his hands over her curves, he wanted to touch, what he knew belonged to him.
He pushed the shirt from her shoulders, watching as more tanned flesh revealed itself. He rubbed his hands over her firm breasts, as she gasped, seeing and feeling his urgency. She pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel his muscles his strong abs, against her body. He ran his hands over her nipples, kissing them softly, but with an urgent roughness. They were not in a secluded place, and the risk factor, added to the heat.
He ground himself against her, as the weak table made a very loud ‘clang’. John attempted to control himself, but knew better than to try and fight this feeling. [Why would you want to fight it? :] “John..aah..come on..” She moaned.
He pulled at her shorts leaving, a matching lace thong in its wake. He ran his fingers over the lace that covered her clit. Rubbing harder and in circles, as she called his name. He soon pulled it away, leaving room for him to push his fingers inside her. She gasped again. “John…oh…mmm…” Was all she managed, as she pulled him on top of her, as she lay on the squeaky table.
She worked her hand over his tight groin, as she whispered her desires in his ear. “Uhh…Doc, aaw baby, that’s…so…” She tugged hard on him, until he finally moved her hand away, and kneeled above her, with his hard member rubbing over her lower body.
“John, please…” She begged in a husky tone.
He smiled, her intentions clear. As he thrust himself into her, plunging deeply. He groaned as he felt the tightness around him. She cried out, feeling him hard against her most intimate spot. “Oh..uhh!!” She cried, wrapping her legs around him, in an attempt to push him inside her faster and harder.
He could tell she wanted it rough, and seeing as he had been rewarded, by just watching her up there, he thought he’d reward her [and himself] by pleasing her thoroughly. He went faster and harder, as the table squeaked in rhythm with the two lovers. “Oh Doc! Uh!” he cried, too caught up to hide his passion.
“Jo..Joh..Joh!” Was all she managed. Before John slammed into her, causing both to cry out once more, as they climaxed.
They lay there for a moment, before being pulled back into reality. He smiled at her, and as always after their lovemaking, he said those three little words that always came from the heart. “I love you.”
“I love you to John.” Marlena smiled before kissing him tenderly.
Both finally realized where they were, and what they were wearing. Or what they *weren’t* wearing. “Shit Doc. We better get dressed!” He said pulling on his clothes, carefully. Marlena only had what she’d came in before, and was forced to put on the same outfit, that had been making John crazy. She laughed as she realized she’d never taken off her boots. “You missed something John.”
“Oh! Well I guess I just wanted it real cowgirl style.” He smirked.
“Oh come on. We’ve err…done it cowgirl style, and I know for a fact that was not the right position.” She winked slyly.
“Well you’ll have to show me, that position then…” he smiled pulling her in for a kiss.
“Black!” She laughed hitting him. “Oh my God? What did we do to that table?”
John looked over and laughed, as he saw each leg, severely bent into a new position. He laughed. “The important thing is that we didn’t break it!”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, as they scurried out. “And Doc?” John said.
“Yes?”
“It wasn’t the outfit that made you sexy, it was *you* that made it sexy. You didn’t have to do this to impress me, you know that right?” He asked sweetly.
“Oh, I know. Thank you.” He said as she kissed him lightly. “I actually had a point to prove with someone.”
“Huh? Who?” He asked.
“A female John! And don’t you worry.” She assured him, as she cuddled up to him, as they walked out.
As they left, Marlena spotted Kate standing by Roman. Both with sour looks on their faces. She smirked as Kate spotted her, and then laughed, knowing that her image as predictable had been shattered.
The only thing was, Kate didn’t think she’d lost her predictability during the dance…it was during the other ‘thing’ with John, that she’d noticed a spontaneous, wild side to Marlena. Which Kate and her husband had been given the err ‘privilege’ of hearing.
As for Roman, he was sitting there, bitterly, trying to banish those sounds and pictures from his mind.
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