Dara smiled as she closed the folder. Inside was the remaining
information Jason needed to annihilate Moreno’s cartel. And when that
was done, it was only a matter of time before the folks at the WSB would
come a’ knocking at Jason’s door. Wouldn’t they be surprised to find
out SHE was Jason’s "source?" she chuckled.
Placing the folder on the desk, she walked over and turned up the volume
on the portable CD player. That Lizzie Webber may be a hellion, but she
sure has good taste in music, Dara concluded. Some guy named Usher was
crooning how he wanted to take it "Nice & Slow." Snapping her fingers,
Dara began to slowly sway to the music. Lost in the moment, she
realized it had been ages since she’d gone dancing. A knock at the door
interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in."
"You got the rest of the stuff…." Jason’s words trailed off as he took
in the sight of Dara, arms raised, eyes closed, gyrating in time to the
slow, sensuous beat of the music.
"On Moreno?" Dara finished. She picked up the folder and did a perfect
pirouette towards Jason. "Here you go, Boss." She handed him the
folder, then returned to her dance.
Jason looked the folder’s contents over, but soon found his attention
once again drawn to Dara, who was now in the middle of the room doing a
wicked slow dance all by herself. Her backbone seemed to be nonexistent
as she rolled it and her hips slowly, sinuously, almost effortlessly in
time to the music. "Where’d you learn to move like that?" Jason’s
voice was like gravel.
"India. One of the perks of being an Agent for the WSB is I got to
travel all over the world. A lady there taught me how to belly dance."
She paused, smiling at Jason’s obvious surprise. "It came in real handy
when I was given an assignment down in South Florida." Jason gave Dara
a quizzical look. Taking a bow, Dara lowered her voice to a husky tone,
imitating that of a DJ. "Presenting, Delilah, the star attraction of
the Fantasy Factory…Ft. Lauderdale’s hottest private exotic dance club!"
"YOU were a stripper?" Jason inquired, incredulous.
"Exotic Dancer, baby," Dara corrected him. "There IS a difference."
"What?" he shrugged. "They both take their clothes off, right?"
"Uh-huh. But it’s all in the presentation, honey. It’s all in the
presentation," she smiled.
Although she looked damn fine in the black crushed velvet baby
doll-styled dress, Jason figured there wasn’t much heat that could be
generated by her doing a striptease in such a getup. Then again….
Closing the door, as he made his way towards her, Jason could
momentarily visualize her onstage, stripped down to nothing more than a
G-string, riding a pole like there was no tomorrow.
"You ever "dance" for your partner, Jerry Jacks?"
"I told you that was off-limits, Jason." Her smile dissipating,
suddenly, the mental groove Dara had going was broken. "You’ve got what
you need there in the folder, if there’s nothing else…."
"You didn’t answer my question." Jason tossed the folder onto the bed;
his gaze was intense, but Dara didn’t waver.
"And I’m not going to, either." She offered up a tight smile as she
made her way across the room to turn off the music.
"Fine. Guess I can just ask the man in question," Jason countered.
That comment stopped Dara dead in her tracks. As she turned to face
Jason, he continued. "You didn’t think I was just gonna blow off your
information about Jax’s big brother being your partner? I’ve been doing
some digging, and it seems Mr. Jacks has left his little Australian
hideaway. I’d take a guess that he’s making a bee line for Port
Charles. So, you gonna ’fess up?"
Eyeing Jason, Dara wavered between anger and arousal. The former, due
to Jason’s insistence on forcing the issue of what happened between her
and Jerry. The latter? Dara knew she was pushing her luck: a slow
jam…her and Jason, closer-than-this, ALONE…in her bedroom?! Something
had to give. And Dara knew she’d be lying to herself if she tried to
pretend she hadn’t fantasized about Jason’s hands roaming her body…his
tongue probing, teasing as he tasted her…what it would feel like to have
him inside her…
"Dara?"
Swallowing hard, Dara shifted her focus off the wetness between her legs
and towards its CAUSE. "You wanna know if Jerry and I got it on?"
Taking note of Jason’s subtle surprise at her sudden shift in mood, she
pressed on as she made her way towards him. "You wanna know just HOW
close we were?" She was now face to face with him, and had eased her
hands inside his leather jacket. "Do you REALLY wanna know what went
down between us…or are you just looking to get your groove on?"
Closing his eyes, Jason took a deep breath. He felt as if his cock
would burst through his jeans. As he opened his eyes, Jason reached
down, slowly removing Dara’s hands from around his waist. "I’m not one
to be played with, Dara."
"Who says I’m playing?" she inquired teasingly, pressing her breasts
against his chest. Jason held Dara’s gaze, all the while maintaining a
vice-like grip on her wrists. Dara barely flinched. "You don’t have to
be so rough, you know?" she whispered seductively. Slowly, she eased
her wrists out of Jason’s grip. "All you had to do was ask."
As her hands slipped from his, Jason roughly drew Dara back to him.
"Dance for me." Smiling ever so slightly, Dara arched her brow.
Raising her wrist to his lips, Jason planted a whisper-soft kiss along
its inside. "Please?" he murmured, a crooked smile forming on his lips.
Slowly, Dara disengaged her hand from Jason’s. She wasn’t prepared for
the rush she felt when his lips touched her skin. Picking up on her
hesitancy, Jason challenged, "Of course, if you don’t think you can
handle it…."
"The question isn’t can I handle you, Jason," Dara retorted. "The
question is, can you handle ME?"
"Only one way to find out."
~*~
Dara programmed the CD to repeat the song "Nice & Slow," then took the
chair to the center of the room. Removing the velvet headband, she
tossed it aside then tousled her hair. Smiling wickedly, she took Jason
by the arm. "Hello, I’m Delilah. Welcome to the Fantasy Factory."
Falling in behind him, she snaked her hands towards his collar and began
to remove his jacket. "Did you pay at the door?"
"No," as he took a seat. "I’m kinda tight with the owner of the club.
Maybe you’ve heard of him? Jason Morgan?"
"Tall, blonde, fine as HELL? Mmm, hmm," she murmured, nodding her head.
Leaning down, she allowed her lips to lightly graze Jason’s ear. "But
just between you and me? I think he’s a true, die-hard, freak." She
paused. "In the most flattering sense of the word, of course," she
smiled.
"Really?" Jason tilted his head back a bit, his lips but inches from
Dara’s. "What’s your definition of a…‘freak’?"
"If you don’t know…," she laughed, licking her lips. Tossing his jacket
aside, she headed for the closet. Jason’s eyes followed her every move.
"I won’t be needing these." She kicked off her boots, then proceeded to
peel off her thigh high stockings. "But…I will need THESE." Dangling
from her fingertips was a pair of black ankle-strap pumps with
steel-tipped 3" stiletto heels.
Perching her leg atop the desk, she leaned forward and began to fasten
the straps. Although the dress she wore was flared at the hips and fell
slightly above her knees, in her current position, it was hiked around
her hips…giving Jason ample view of her perfectly round ass which was
straining against the confines of the silk G-string.
"The rules are simple," she called over her shoulder. "I can touch
you...anywhere and WAY I choose to." Done, she turned to face him,
smiling as she ran her hands down the sides of the dress. "You CAN’T
touch me." As she crossed the room, her eyes bored into Jason’s,
challenging him. "Think you can handle that, Sir?"
"Bring it on…‘Delilah.’ "
~*~
Part II
Jason was seated with his arms crossed, staring blankly ahead. The
hypnotic beat of the song beginning, he stifled a yawn. Dara stood with
her back to him, her hand lazily resting on her right hip. True, she
had a nice ass, but right now it wasn’t moving…which meant he was BORED.
As if reading his thoughts, Dara looked over his shoulder and cast a
smoldering look Jason’s way.
(Now , baby tell me what you wanna do with me?)
It’s seven o’clock…on the dot
I’m in my drop top cruisin’ the streets (Oh, yeah)
I gotta real pretty, pretty little thang that’s waiting for me
I pull up…anticipating
Good love…don’t keep me waiting
I got plans to put my hands in places
I never seen
Girl, you know what I mean
Arms raised, Dara intertwined her hands and began to slowly sway her
hips from side to side, all the while keeping in time to the music.
Lowering her arms, she placed her hands on her ass, then, arching her
back, began to roll her hips slowly, lightly smacking her right cheek
every so often. Jason’s glazed expression was gone. It was now
replaced by a lustful stare as Dara, now facing him, was perched in a
squatting position. Teasingly, she began to open and close her legs.
Closing her eyes, she caressed the insides of her thighs, then slowly
inched her hands towards her silk-covered crotch.
Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain’t no one there to interrupt…ain’t gotta rush
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(Now, baby tell me what you wanna do with me?)
See, I’ve been waiting for this for so long
We’re makin’ love until the sun comes up, baby
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(Now, baby tell me what you wanna do with me?)
Her eyes now fixed on Jason, she parted the lips of her vagina and began
to rub her fingers over her now swollen clit. Watching Jason watching
her was arousing Dara to no end. She smiled as Jason absently began to
lick his lips. Easing her hand inside her hole, she began to slowly
rock back and forth, all the while rubbing her throbbing clit. Biting
her lower lip, she fought to keep her climax at bay as she realized the
purpose of her show was to get JASON off…not herself. Slowly, fighting
it every step of the way, she eased her finger out, then stood and made
her way towards Jason.
Now here we are, drivin’ ’round town
Contemplating where I’m gonna lay you down
Girl, you got me sayin’
My, my, my!
I wish that I…could pull over and get this thing started right now
I wanna do something freaky to you, baby
I don't think they heard me!
I…I…wanna do something freaky to you, baby
Call out my name…
"Mind if I have a seat?" as she straddled him. She lightly ran her
still glistening finger over her lips. "Mmmm," she moaned as she licked
at her lips. Studying her finger, she gasped in mock embarrassment.
"Where ARE my manners?! I didn’t offer you any." She paused, arching
her brow. "Would you like a taste?" As Jason nodded, she gently traced
the contours of his lips with her finger. First the upper, then the
lower lip; her finger going every which way but inside his mouth.
Unable to take the torture any longer, Jason latched onto her finger.
Slowly, he savored the taste of her. A smile began to ease its way
across Dara’s face as she felt Jason’s erection growing beneath her. As
Jason went to wrap his arms about her, she swatted his hand away.
"House Rule #1: No touching."
Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain’t no on there to interrupt…ain’t gotta rush
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(Now, baby tell me what you wanna do with me?)
See, I been waiting for this for so long
Making love until the sun comes up
Baby, I just wanna take it nice and slow
(Now, baby tell me what you wanna do with me?")
Withdrawing her finger, Dara’s hands began to travel down the front of
Jason’s shirt. She began to undo his buttons, all the while grinding
against his ever growing erection. When she was done, she spread his
shirt open and began to run her hands across his well defined chest.
Slowly, teasingly, she began to rake her nails against his abs, which
were chiseled beyond belief. Allowing her hands to drop to his waist,
she quickly removed his belt.
Now tell me!
Do you wanna get freaky?
Cause, I'll freak you right, I will
I'll freak you right, I will
I'll freak you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I'll freak you right I will
I'll freak you right I will
I'll freak you…freak you like no one has ever made you feel...
Yeah!
(Now, baby tell me what you wanna do with me?)
"Put your hands behind you," as she rose from his lap. Jason shot her a
look as if to say, "I don't THINK so." "House Rule #2: The dancer
says…the customer DOES." She paused. "That is, if you want the dance
to continue?" she challenged. As Jason placed his hands behind his
back, she formed the belt in to a makeshift rope of sorts. Jason’s
hands were bound tight enough that his movements would be restricted,
but loose enough that his skin wouldn’t bruise. "Tilt your head back."
As Jason obliged, she walked around front and planted her foot directly
in the center of his chest. "Keep it back."
Jason winced slightly; the feel of the smooth, cool sole of her shoe
against his bare chest was a shock to his system. "Those new?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded. Shifting her weight slightly, Dara leaned back.
"Never been worn. Figured this would be as good a time as any to break
‘em in." As she gingerly began to drag the steel-tipped stiletto heel
down Jason’s chest, a barely audible moan escaped his lips. When Dara
increased the pressure against her heel slightly, the moan became
louder. Casting her eyes towards Jason’s crotch, Dara gave a small
laugh. "Things are looking a wee bit crowded down there." Removing her
foot from his chest, Dara dropped to her knees. "How’s about I free
things up a bit?"
As Jason raised his hips, in one fluid motion, she had his boxers and
jeans down around his ankles. With one hand she caressed his balls,
while using the other to stroke his now rock-hard cock. Slowly,
teasingly, she grazed the head against her moistened lips. She lightly
lapped at his salty pre-cum, flicking her tongue back and forth. When
she finally took him in her mouth, Jason emitted a low growl. Squirming
beneath her, Jason felt his breath catch as Dara’s mouth darted to his
balls.
"Hold up…"
"Shh…," as she lightly grazed her lips against his sac. "I know what
I’m doing. Trust me…you’ll love it!"
She was right. His eyes closed, his head thrown back, Jason began to
moan as Dara alternated between stroking his balls and gently flicking
her tongue over them…all the while stroking his shaft with her free
hand. Since HIS hands were tied behind his back, Jason’s movement was
limited. But that didn’t stop him from squirming…or trying to free his
hands. Wringing his hands, he slowly began to ease his fingers towards
the buckle of the belt.
‘House Rules’ be damned! He wanted his hands on her…his fingers in her.
If nothing else, he wanted to savor the feel of guiding her head as she
bobbed up and down on his cock. There was something about the sight of a
woman giving head that turned Jason on. It was all he could do not to
come right then and there when she took his sac in her mouth and began
to roll her tongue around it. His breathing ragged, Jason’s attention
was divided between the pleasure being rendered by Dara’s mouth and the
latch of the belt buckle that he almost had opened. Maneuvering his
fingers, he was about to flip the latch when…
"Dara?" Again, a knock.
Ignoring Jason’s look of surprise, Dara began to lick at the base of his
cock. Noticing his hands were now free and making their way towards
her shoulders to push her away, she quickly took him into her mouth. In
unison, both she and Jason moaned as she took him deep and fast.
"Dara…you in there?"
"What do you need, Lizzie?" Jason struggled to keep his voice casual as
Dara proceeded to try and suck him within an inch of his life.
"Jason?! Uh…I’m looking for Dara. I came to tell her Graciella said
dinner’s almost ready."
"She’s here…but….she’s kinda busy right now." Jason’s hands were now
cupping Dara’s head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.
"Is it gonna be awhile?"
"Well…," Jason hedged, fighting to suppress a groan as Dara increased
the pressure on his cock. Her face buried in his lap, Dara nodded her
head vigorously. "Yeah. Uh-huh. It’s gonna be awhile, Lizzie."
"What should I tell Graciella about dinner?" she inquired in a bored
voice. "Are you gonna be there?"
"Yeah. I’m…COMING," he grimaced. Beneath him, Dara snickered.
"Uh, okay...," as she stared at the door quizzically. She was about to
walk away, then paused. "Hey, is that my CD playing?"
"The sooner you leave, Lizzie, the sooner our work will be done!" Jason
barked.
"Geez! Okay, okay. I’m going!" as she stomped off down the hall.
When he was certain Lizzie was out of earshot, Jason let loose with a
low moan. "Pull back, Dara," he whispered. "If you don’t…." A shrug
of her hand told him if he didn’t mind, neither did she.
Still clutching Dara’s head, Jason thrust his hips forward, urging her
to take him deeper, faster, harder. As she obliged, Jason let loose
with a low, guttural groan. She could tell he was close. She could feel
it in his strokes, hear it in his breathing. Slowly, she pulled back,
leaving just the head in her mouth. Lightly, she laved the tip of his
cock with her tongue.
As Jason clutched her at her shoulders, she quickly engulfed him for the
last time, taking him deeper than she thought possible. Shuddering,
Jason emitted a low moan as he felt himself explode in Dara’s mouth.
Dara, for her part, was hungrily devouring his cock, determined to
drain every last drop from him. When she was done, she dabbed at the
corners of her mouth with the hem of her dress. Still kneeling, she
quietly pulled his jeans and boxers back up, lightly kissing his
slightly limp cock before returning it to his boxers.
Looming over her, Jason ran his fingers through her hair, then cupped
them beneath her chin. "Thanks for the ‘dance’, Dara…I mean, Delilah,"
he smiled.
"You’re welcome," she smiled as she took Jason's hand and rose to her
feet. "Oh, in case you’re wondering…what I just did?" She paused,
flashing that thousand watt smile. "It’s not part of the…"routine." "
"I see," he replied, nodding his head.
Cupping the back of Dara’s head, Jason drew her to him, lightly grazing
his lips against hers. As he covered her mouth with hers, his tongue
slowly darted between her lips, teasing, probing. Responding to his
kiss, Dara emitted a low moan. The moan became louder as Jason used his
free hand to roam between her legs. He couldn’t believe how wet she
was! As he eased first one, then two fingers inside her, he deepened
the kiss…all the while slowly thrusting in and out of her tight hole.
Just as Dara was beginning to grind against his hand, he withdrew his
fingers and broke off the kiss. Stunned, Dara slightly staggered back,
her mouth agape. Unable to speak, she watched as Jason placed his
glistening fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as he locked eyes with
her.
"You’re not the only one who can get, freaky, Dara," he smiled. He
turned to leave, then paused. "Oh, by the way?" as he licked at his
fingers once more. "Don’t even THINK that I'm done with you," he
teased. "You have to know I'm gonna get you back, don't you?"
"Of course," she smiled, returning his smoldering gaze. "I’m looking
forward to it!"