| Holiday Games |
| Abbie laid on the doorbell for the third time. She and Mike stood outside Jack and Lennie's apartment, their arms laden with garment bags and a few grocery bags full of loose 'stuff' for tonight's big bash. Just as she was about to give up and dig out the key Jack had given her to check on the place while they were away, the door opened and a very rumpled-looking Lennie waved them in. They dropped their booty onto the couch and turned around. Lennie grabbed Mike in a hug as Jack got Abbie, then they traded. "Happy New Years, guys! Although it looks like you've already been celebrating!" Abbie exclaimed as she took in their bathrobes and mussed hair. Jack laughed. "We just got home a couple of hours ago. After a week with his daughter around, Lennie didn't even let me get out of the cab before he was all over me!" "Hey, I didn't hear you complaining!" Lennie countered. Mike gave them a wolfish grin. "Hope you left something for tonight." He indicated the mountain of stuff they had brought. "Gonna be a great party. And �" Abbie cut him off. "And you're not going to spoil the surprise, Mike!" She grabbed Lennie's arm. "Come on, let's get you dressed. Mike, can you handle Jack's costume?" The grin became a leer. "You betcha." He grabbed two of the garment bags and led Jack back toward the guest room while Abbie took the rest and Lennie into the master bedroom. Mike and Abbie were both members of a very exclusive club that catered to the more � sexually sophisticated crowd. They had seen each other there, but never met until the night Mike had dragged Lennie along just to show him the scene. It had amazed him that his older ex-partner actually knew the hottest bitch in the place. It had amazed him even more when he found out SHE had the hots for Lennie, who had only recently figured out that he was, well, not straight. And while Lennie was usually quite happy in the unexpected love he'd found with Jack, every now and then various permutations of the four of them had connected. It was an unusual, but entirely satisfactory arrangement for all of them. So tonight, for the first time, all four of them were going out to the club for the big New Year's Eve Erotic costume ball. Abbie had fussed for weeks coming up with the perfect costumes for everybody. Mike tossed the garment bags down onto the bed and grinned at Jack. "You ready for this?" The attorney laughed nervously. "I'm not entirely sure �" "You'll be fine. It's gonna be a great night." "So what's this surprise she wouldn't let you talk about?" "Oh, no. I like my balls right where they are, thank you." Jack laughed. "Oh, she's got you by them, doesn't she?" Mike blushed. "Maybe � come on, let's get you into this, ok?" He turned his attention to the garment bags, unzipping the one with Jack's outfit. Jack tried to peek in, curious what Abbie had come up with for him. Even though he worked out somewhat regularly, he wasn't exactly the hunk type. Mike pulled out a pair of silvery gray leather pants. "These had better fit �" Jack eyed them suspiciously. "How did she know what size?" Mike grinned at him. "Who had a key to this place to check the mail and such while you were gone?" Jack groaned. "Oh, great. I should have known that was a mistake!" Mike just laughed. "OK, out of the robe. Nope, no underwear with these. Point is to show off what you've got!" He fished around in one of the outside pockets of the garment bag and came up with a small bottle of talc powder. "This'll make things easier." That wolfish grin was back. Jack decided to go with the flow and let himself thoroughly enjoy Mike's hands spreading the talc over his legs. When they got to the top, Mike teased him, running his hands over his ass, then around to the front. By the time he was done, Jack's cock was good and hard. Mike helped him into the tight leather pants, carefully positioning his stiff cock to one side of the zipper. Jack glanced into the mirror, surprised at how different he looked. The soft leather, rather than hiding his bulge, seemed to mold itself to his body, drawing attention to his assets. The back seam seemed to be trying to creep all the way into his crack, making his ass look more rounded and firm than it had in 20 years. "Not bad, Jack. Now this." Mike held out a leather vest in matching gray with silver chains across the chest. "No shirt? It's freezing outside!" Mike laughed. "So wear a warm coat. It'll be plenty warm in the club." Jack rolled his eyes as he shrugged into the vest. He had to admit, the whole thing looked better than he had thought it would. As he admired himself, Mike dove into the other garment bag and extracted a similar outfit for himself, but in brown leather with gold. He handed Jack the talc with a grin. "My turn." As Jack bent down to spread the talc over Mike's legs, he discovered that even soft leather wasn't as giving as fabric. Things tightened around his groin in a very interesting way that was almost painful. Almost. Mike chuckled as he saw the look on Jack's face. "Oh, yeah, shoulda warned you about that!" Jack looked up at him with one eyebrow raised, a look that might have killed a lesser man. Then they both broke up laughing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the other room, Abbie dropped the stuff on the bed and turned to pull Lennie into another hug. "So how was Florida?" "Perfect. Tommy's absolutely precious!" Abbie laughed. "You got lots of photos?" Lennie nodded. "Yeah, I'll get the film developed this week, I promise. You two have a nice holiday?" Abbie waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, yeah." Lennie laughed. "So what have you come up with for this party?" "Well, I, of course, am the Queen of the night. You are my prince consort, and Mike and Jack are our studly guards." Lennie gave her a questioning look. "Shouldn't Mike be the consort?" Abbie looked at him. "Of the three of you, who looks more like a studly guard?" Lennie groaned. OK, Jack's hair was full grey, but he still worked out fairly regularly. Lennie had to admit he had the better body. And Mike was on a whole different level than either of them. Abbie hugged him. "Hey, besides, I WANT you. You know I've had a crush on you for a long time, don't you?" Lennie laughed softly and shook his head. "Jack keeps telling me that. I didn't really believe it." She smiled. "Believe it. Tonight is a night for fantasy and fun; the real world is far away. Just run with it, OK?" He smiled at her with a deep affection showing in his eyes. "OK, girlfriend. For tonight, I am your prince. So what have you got in there for me?" Abbie laughed and rummaged in the garment bag. Skintight satin pants in a rich royal blue and a matching silk shirt. Seeing the color scheme, Lennie dug in his dresser for the blue underwear he'd gotten as a surprise for Jack's birthday. Abbie grinned. "Oh, yeah, I heard about those! Perfect." Lennie found himself suddenly shy around Abbie; she'd seen him naked before, but there was something extremely personal about putting ON underwear. Which made him think of the times a year ago when he'd had to help Jack after he'd been attacked. Which brought a smile to his lips and a rush of blood to his cock. Which embarrassed him even more. So he grabbed the pants, getting into them in an attempt to hide his erection. Of course, they were so tight it didn't work; everything showed, exactly as intended. Abbie just giggled as she handed him the shirt. "Will you relax, already?" She moved close and gently caressed the satin-covered bulge. Lennie groaned. "Not if you keep doing that!" She laughed as she let go. "Oh, all right. Leave the neck open � yeah, that's good." She made sure the top three buttons of the shirt were left open. "OK, now you get to help me dress." Lennie watched in amazement as she tossed aside her jeans and sweater and pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings, a tiny black satin thong, and a skirt of iridescent blue/black, short in front and long in back. Above them, she positioned an honest-to-god corset, black overlaid with electric blue lace, getting Lennie to lace it up the back. It did amazing things to her generous bustline. Long black lace gloves and thigh-high black boots with 5-inch heels completed the ensemble. "Wow!" Lennie couldn't help the soft exclamation. Abbie grinned at him. "You like it? I'm not done yet! Can you dig my makeup kit out of the bag?" Lennie fished a fairly large pouch out of the garment bag and handed it to her as she dragged a chair in front of the dresser mirror. She did some weird twisting motion with her long raven hair, and used a dangerous-looking 8-inch stick to somehow pin it in place on top of her head. Deft fingers quickly applied dramatic blue/black eye makeup and a deep red rouge and lipstick. Long black earrings and a necklace that seemed to be woven from invisible chain and glittering black beads put the finishing touches on. Finished, she stood up and faced her 'prince.' "NOW I'm done." Lennie just shook his head. "Why is it when Gloria puts on makeup it just looks like she trowels on cement?" Abbie laughed. "There is such a thing as too much!" Lennie chuckled. "I think she'd think YOU were wearing too much � entirely different concept." She rummaged in the garment bag one more time, bringing out a riding crop and what looked like a handle with suede fringe attached to it. Lennie realized it was a small whip. Both items clipped to hooks sewn into the corset. She grabbed his arm. "Shall we make our grand entrance, my prince?" Dropping into character, Lennie bowed to her. "As you wish, my Queen!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jack and Mike were sitting on the couch, fooling around a little. Mike was explaining to Jack the job of a 'fluffer.' "It's the girl � or guy, depending � who makes sure the male lead in a porn flick is ready to perform." "So you're just keeping me ready for the show, huh?" Mike's hand was wrapped over the obvious bulge in Jack's leather pants. "Listen, you don't want that leather to stiffen up when you're not. Stiff, that is." Jack laughed, blushing. He still wasn't entirely used to having such open conversations on this topic. He looked up at the sound of Lennie's voice. "Gentlemen, your Queen." Jack's jaw dropped at the sight of Lennie standing there in blue satin, holding his arm out to a vision of unearthly beauty. He couldn't decide which of them to stare at. "My god!" The words escaped his mouth as a soft sigh. Mike had explained the concept of their ensemble to him, but seeing it was something entirely different. Abbie strode into the room; in the heels she was the tallest one there. Not only was she beautiful, it was a commanding beauty. This was a woman you didn't say 'no' to. Jack wasn't sure he wanted to know what those two items attached somehow to the corset were. Already in character, she glared at them. "Well? Don't just sit there jacking off, let's get going!" Mike scrambled to his feet, dropping onto one knee, nudging at Jack to do the same. "Yes, my Queen!" As Lennie headed toward his car, Abbie stopped him. "There won't be anywhere to park. Let's just grab a cab." Being the bulkiest of the group, Mike jumped into the front seat, leaving them the back. Jack somehow found himself in the middle, a little uncomfortable with his long legs, but worth it. The cabbie let them out in front of a private entrance. Mike pressed the buzzer and the door was soon opened by the large black man Lennie remembered from the last time Mike had brought him here. "Mistress Abbie! So delighted you could join us tonight!" "Thank you, Mandel." She allowed him to remove her warm overcoat. She had not brought a purse; tonight was already paid for in advance, and no ID was needed. The men shrugged out of their coats, which Mandel piled on his large arms and took over to a coat check. No claim tickets, but somehow Jack just knew he'd know exactly which coat was whose at the end of the night. Mandel ushered them into the club with a flourish. Continue on to Part 3 Send me some feedback Back to the Story Index Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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