Laura sat her laptop down beside her on the couch, rubbed her eyes and sighed. It was friday night and instead of spending it with the man of her dreams, she was spending it with her nightmare from hell-paperwork. Laura wondered when she'd developed Remington's antipathy for paperwork. It didn't suprise her, they'd been together long enough for their habits to rub off on each other. Turning her head, she caught site of the telephone. It sat comfortably on her desk, beckoning her to come forth and use it. She put the idea from her mind. She'd firmly shot down all Remington's suggestions of ways they could spend the evening. She'd even scoffed at his inference that she'd regret her decison to spend the night with their work files, instead of him.
"Time for a break," Laura announced and headed for the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine, sliced a few pieces of cheese, grabbed some grapes and a few of the "designer" crackers that Remington purchased the last time they'd gone grocery shopping together. On her way back into the living room she flipped on the radio, plopped back on the couch, put her feet up on the coffee table and started her impromptu couch picnic.
"Now this how you spend a friday night," Laura joked as she bit into her cheese cracker.
Laura and Remington's taste in music varied as much as their upbringing; she loved cranking up the stereo and getting wild and loose when he wasn't around. On a few occassions when he'd been over, the looks he'd given her when she turned up a song by Prince had Laura doubled over and laughing hysterically.
"You really should loosen up a bit," Laura said wiping the tears from her eyes.
"If I got as loose as that man does, I'd be arrested!" Remington said dryly.
All the songs on the radio were slow, sexy and designed to put people in the mood for romance. Laura eyed the radio as if it was conspiring against her but her foot tapped in time to the music just the same. She heard a ding on her laptop, popping a grape into her mouth, she slid her computer onto her lap and hit a key. Her AOL instant messenger window popped up and indicated that "Fandancer" had a message from "The Chameleon."
"What are you doing sitting there all alone?"
"And what makes you think I'm all alone?" Laura typed back.
"Just a calculated guess. Am I right?"
"No, I'm not alone. I have someone here right now, serenading me."
"Really? What a lucky man."
"Why? Because he can sing?"
"Hardly. Because he's there with you right now, and I'm not."
Laura smiled and took a sip of her wine. "And what would you be doing if you were here?"
"Well for one, I'd hide that paperwork you've got cluttering up your couch..."
Laura looked at the papers scattered next to her and laughed aloud. "And just how did you know that's where they were?"
"I know you, Fandancer."
"I see. Well, put your money where your mouth is Chameleon. What am I wearing now?"
"A God awful pair of non-descript sweat pants and shirt that are about two sizes two big."
"What's under them?"
"A sexy bra and matching panties...lace I'd wager."
"What am I listening to?"
"Hmm...probably some man claiming to be royalty, with a really dirty mind."
Laura was laughing so hard now she could hardly type. "I stand corrected. You do know me well Chameleon."
"So, what do I win?"
"Win?"
"Well you told me to put my money where my mouth was, I did that, quite admirably to boot. Now Fandancer...what do I win?"
"What do you want?"
"Are you drinking wine?"
"Yes."
"Take a sip, slowly. Let the wine caress the inside of your mouth like a tongue would."
Laura looked at the screen and then at her wine. "What the hell," she mused. Taking a slow, provocative sip, she let it slide around in her mouth before swallowing the flavorful liquid.
"Finished?"
"Yes."
"How was it?"
Laura paused while she searched for the right word. "Heady."
"Were you eating anything?"
"Yes. Cheese, crackers and grapes."
"Any grapes left?"
"A few."
"Perfect. Get undressed."
"Come again?"
"Discard that hideous outfit and toss it across the room. Leave on your lingerie, of course."
Laura sat her lap top down, stood up and took off her sweat pants and matching top. Balling them in her hand, she lobbed them across the room; they landed on her piano bench.
"All done."
"Excellent. Now toss all the paperwork on the nearest table and lay down on the couch. Take a grape and roll it from the top of your neck, to the start of your lace panties, all the while imagining that I'm the one rolling the grape. Remember, this works better if your eyes are closed."
"No kidding."
Laura took a grape off her plate, laid back against the cushions and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and slowly rolled the grape down her body. Her breathing quickened as she rolled it over her stomach stopping at the elastic on her panties. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and rolled over onto her side. She used one hand to type her next message.
"So, what do I do with the grape now?"
"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and place the grape right in the middle. Slowly close your mouth and nibble it with your teeth until it's gone."
Laura did as she was instructed. "What do you want me to do now, Chameleon?"
"Now Fandancer, I want you to answer your door."
To Be Continued...