He's Got A Room For That...

Ziva tilted the office chair back and kicked her bitch boots up to the desk.  She tapped the pencil to her lips and between the two couldn’t help but remember the wake up spank she’d given Nick just this morning.

Her man was a cover kicker and always awoke on his stomach, bare-assed and ready to go.  With the old-time wooden ruler she kept tucked under the mattress on her side of the bed Ziva paddled his tush to a beautiful red glow, then rolled him over and rode him to a happy good morning for her.  She’d even gotten him to admit that she was the bitch in charge today…thus the boots, a visual reminder to him that tonight she would once again make merry  with his body.

Theirs was a game they played daily…alpha for a day.  Typically, two alphas did not a pair make, but they’d found a way.

“Sooo, Z, did you hear about Manscaped Mike?”

“Oh shite, Penelope, please tell me they are not calling him that around town.”

“No-no, that was just me.  I hear when they found him frolicking in the boxes; they also caught him without a stitch on and honey I don’t mean his clothes.”

 “Hell, Penelope, you don’t have a stitch on either.  You haven’t since high school.” Ziva watched her friends smirk get bigger and more lascivious.

Their weekly visits to Wanda’s spa for toning and tidying made sure their partners enjoyed a soft smooth palette while each lady reaped the benefits of their lover’s artful tongues.

“Yes, well the difference is that he’s a cat.  Generally, they don’t like to be shaved.”

Ziva moved her feet to the floor and as discreetly as possible arranged herself on the chair to ease the sudden ache between her legs.  She was nearing her weekly appointment, but sometimes she missed the feel of a blade on her skin.  Perhaps that would be Nick’s duty tonight.

The wax jobs at Wanda’s were excellent and done with as much anonymity as you wanted though honestly it was hard to be anonymous when you relaxed on a table, feet in the stirrups while another worked you over with hot wax and strips of cloth.  The rooms were calm, comfortable and totally asexual.  If, of course, waxing was your sexual thing, then there was a room for that as well.

“You know, doesn’t Dante have a room for kinks of the cardboard kind?” Ziva wondered out loud.

“Honey, if he doesn’t already, he’ll find one…this for you or Manscaped?”

“Lupa above, Penelope, you’ve gotta stop calling him that.  I’ll never be able to look at him without thinking of his deforestation.”

“Hey, it makes the trees look bigger.”

Ziva threw her pencil at the colorful admin chuckling by the door. “Go away; I’ve got an article to write.”

“’Kay.  Come to think of it, I do have an appointment to set up.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Oh, a play date for Daniel, I think.  He and Mikey would have some fun in that cardboard room.”

Penelope winked and stepped back into the hall.  “By the way, what’s the title of your article…I need something to torment your lover with today.”

“You’re lucky Nick likes you, Pen…”

“He’d crash and burn without me here at the gazette…at least that’s what I tell myself.  So, title?”

Ziva looked at the screen again, then tilted her head back and smiled at her friend and cohort in crime, “I’m thinking, Dante, He’s got a room for that.”

“Perfect Z, just bloody perfect!”
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 May whatever 'scaping you prefer be done just the way you like it!  ~wicked grinz~

Serena