Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: It wouldn\'t have taken so long except my internet spazzed out on me. It would\'ve been fixed sooner, but I wasn\'t in the mood for selling my soul to the devil. Thanks to the people who took a second to review!

~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

\"Jason,\" I said, stomping into the living room. He paused his Xbox game and looked up at me, a grin slowly spreading across his face. I put my hands on my hips and glared at him, though I think the threat fell flat. It was around ten in the morning, and I was dressed in just my underwear and panties. \"What the hell were you thinking when you packed my suitcase?\" I demanded, tapping my foot on the chilly hardwood floor.

His eyes flicked up and down my frame. \"That you need more lingerie and less sportswear.\"

\"You put one outfit in there. What am I supposed to wear for the next two weeks?\"

He looked back at the television and went on playing his shooter game. \"We\'re going shopping today.\"

\"Oh,\" I said, deflating a little. \"I don\'t have any money.\"

\"I\'ll pay,\" he said.

\"I can\'t let you do that,\" I protested. He paused his game and turned around, resting his arms on the back of the couch. Biting down on my lip, I felt a blush rise to my face. Seeing the nearly empty suitcase had made me angry, but now I wished I\'d stopped to dress before rushing down in just my underwear. Jason was just… looking at me. And not my face, either. \"Come on, stop it,\" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He needed to listen to me.

He glared at me and turned back to his video game. \"I\'m paying, and that\'s that. Now go get dressed so we can have breakfast and head into town,\" he murmured. I took a couple steps back and grabbed hold of the stair railing. \"Besides,\" I heard him say, \"if I pay, I can pick the clothes out.\"

~*~

Something in the air at the clothing store made me keep sneezing. Jason pulled me to his chest and ran his hands through my hair. \"Here,\" he said, shoving a hard candy into my hand. \"It\'s cold medicine.\" He watched me unwrap it and kept his arms around me until I\'d popped it into my mouth. \"We\'ll pick up something at the drugstore,\" he said, stroking my hair. I nodded and sucked hard at the candy-medicine. \"I guess we should get you a jacket,\" he murmured, looking around the racks at the store. His arm slid over my shoulders and he put his mouth next to my ear. \"Are you cold, baby?\" he asked, rubbing my back.

\"If you unhook my bra again I swear I\'m gonna punch you,\" I sniffed, shifting through the shirts on the rack in front of us. They were all big-brand-name and expensive as hell, but Jason insisted he could pay for them. Plus, this was the only clothing store in Fairview. I glanced up and looked around again. They had every kind of clothing a department store would… and I\'d seen ads for the second floor, which had the kind of clothing adult stores would.

\"I only ask because your nipples are poking at your shirt,\" Jason whispered in my ear. Rolling my eyes, I shoved his hands down and pulled a few long-sleeved t-shirts off the clothes rack. He made a face and piled the shirts in one of the bags they had here instead of shopping carts. \"Let\'s get something dressier,\" he said, strolling over to another section of the store. And by dressier you mean sexier, I thought, sighing. And sure enough he pulled a v-necked silk thing and held it up for me to see. I stuck out my tongue, and he dropped it into the bag.

\"You\'re such a jerk,\" I muttered. \"You know that?\"

\"You only tell me every day,\" he said. He held up a maroon silk dress and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. \"Come on,\" he begged. \"You\'d look great in this,\" he said. I bit my lip and shook my head. I\'d never pull off something like that… it was baggy shirts and jeans for me all the way. \"At least try it on,\" Jason said, looking me up and down. \"We can get some red heels to go with it… you\'d look great.\"

Shaking my head again, I ran my fingers over a semi-transparent black top. \"I\'ll try it on,\" I said. His face lit up and he carefully placed it in the bag. \"But only to show you how bad I\'d look,\" I added, glaring at him. He immediately added the black top to the bag, a smirk on his face. I didn\'t argue on that, because I actually liked it. Though I knew I couldn\'t pull it off. I didn\'t have that… that glamorous, sexy air about me, the one you needed to wear things like that black top. \"Jason, really, I can pick out my own bras,\" I muttered, spinning back to reality. He\'d moved on to another rack and was adding to the bag.

\"You don\'t pick out good ones,\" he said.

\"And you do?\" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

\"I pick out ones that look good on you,\" he murmured. He tossed the bag at me and after faltering I managed to catch it. \"That\'s two weeks of clothes, let\'s go upstairs for some… nightwear,\" he said, pivoting. I looked a poster for the second floor. It looked like the cover of one of my erotic novels. Sighing, I trudged towards the stairs on the opposite side of the store. Jason had already gone up, but he wasn\'t the first person I saw.

\"Well hi there!\"

A woman greeted me at the top of the staircase. In retrospect, maybe attacked would be a better word. She was the tallest person I\'d ever met, taller than Jason even, she had to be at least six and a half feet tall. Looking at her, you\'d think her height was to keep her balanced. Her breasts were huge…

\"You must be Savannah,\" she said, grabbing hold of my arm. I glanced down when she turned around, half-expecting to see a wagging tail, she was so damned perky. But all I saw was a butt that told me she worked out on her days off. \"Jase is our best customer,\" she told me, dancing between the racks of clothing, most of which were black or red, silk or leather. One display advertised a sheer plastic nightgown. The sales girl rambled on. \"It\'s so much easier to outfit his girls since we dated a year ago,\" she said. \"Now I know all his tastes. Don\'t worry,\" she said. She put her hands on my hips, lifted me up, and plunked me down on a platform with a slender metal pole in the center. \"I\'ll give you nothing but the best!\" she chirped.

\"Now that\'s something I\'d like to see,\" Jason purred. I whipped around, effectively blinding the sales girl with my ponytail. Jason was sitting on a black lacquer stool, elbows resting on his knees. \"Took you long enough to get up here, Savvy,\" he said, smiling. \"You\'ve met Cheryl,\" he said, nodding at the sales girl as she grabbed my shoes out of my hands.

\"You\'re a jerk, and I hate you,\" I said, sneezing.

\"Aw you poor baby,\" Jason cooed, still smiling. \"The more you cooperate, the faster we can get out of here and to the pharmacy,\" he said. I glared at him. God, why did he have to look so good when he was being so damn evil? Angel blue eyes, but that black hair spoke of the devil. \"And if you\'re good, I\'ll give you another cold drop before we go.\"

\"Just relax, Savannah, I\'m going to take good care of you,\" Cheryl promised. She tickled my nose with a lock of her long, platinum-blonde hair and I sneezed again. Damnit… I watched her pull a tape measure out of her breast pocket. She grabbed onto the metal end and let the plastic unroll, running her tongue over her bright red lips. \"Now unless you want me to handcuff you to that pole,\" she said, stepping onto the platform, \"you\'ll hold still.\"

Jason you are so dead, I thought. Cheryl wrapped the ends of the measuring tape around her hands and went to work on my legs. She called out several numbers but didn\'t write anything down. At one point she measured me from head to toe and whistled. \"Damn, you\'re only four eleven.\"

\"But -- no, I\'m five feet. I\'m five feet tall.\"

Cheryl kissed my forehead. \"Four eleven and three-quarters, hon,\" she said. I gulped and held my breath. Her breasts were right at my eye level, and they were nearly suffocating me. \"But between us, it can be five even.\" She pinched my cheek again and giggled. \"Aw, don\'t look like that,\" she said. She took the measuring tape to my arms and smiled at me. \"Being short is a good thing. Jase and I both like our girls short.\"

I looked over my shoulder. \"Ja-Jason?\"

\"Calm down, Savvy,\" he said. \"You\'ll enjoy yourself.\" The smile on his face was a little cruel. I almost wanted to cry.

\"Did you know that one of your breasts is a teensy bit bigger than the other?\" Cheryl asked. She was bending over and her face was stuck right in my chest. I was too stunned to try and kick her or otherwise defend myself. \"Ah well, it won\'t affect the bust size on your clothes,\" Cheryl said. She took a few steps back and looked me up and down. I looked at Jason for help, but his eyes were on Cheryl. \"Now get undressed while I pick out a nice nightie,\" she said, clapping me on the shoulder before running off into the lingerie forest.

I wet my lips and looked around. \"Where\'s the dressing room?\"

\"There isn\'t one, sweetheart. Just undress,\" Jason said, leaning the stool back.

\"In-in front of everyone?\"

Jason raised an eyebrow at me. \"I\'ve seen you naked, Savvy. Seeing you in your underwear isn\'t going to be that big of a deal,\" he said idly.

\"Cheryl--\"

\"Cherry isn\'t going to rape you, though she might try and kiss you,\" he said.

\"But anyone could just walk up and see me!\" I yelled, crossing my arms over my chest. This store was a public place, there was a short staircase between us and the public, and there wasn\'t anything for me to hide behind if another customer came in! And the clerk downstairs was a guy, what the hell was I supposed to do if he came up? \"Jason, please tell me you\'re kidding about this…\" I begged, dropping to my knees. I wiped water out of my eyes and sneezed again. \"I can\'t undress in front of people, Jason…\"

Especially not the people who would come in here. No offense to the store, but it was disturbing. The traditional, soft-core cable lingerie had a tiny display in the center of the store. The rest was fetish stuff… and I really mean fetish stuff. The wall behind us was entirely filled with anime-style costumes. It was good the wall was behind us, too, because in the center was an obscenely expensive animatronic tentacle suit that… gave me the shivers. The kind of people who would come in to buy this stuff were not the kind of people I wanted to see me half-naked. Jason didn\'t count… … he\'d already seen me fully naked.

When I looked up at him he was blushing, hard, and just staring at me. \"Savvy… sweetheart… stand up, please.\"

\"Why?\" I asked, drawing my knees up underneath me. I sneezed again and rubbed at my eyes.

\"Just--just stand up. I don\'t like seeing you on your knees,\" he said, getting up from the stool.

I glared at him. \"You liked it earlier,\" I said. \"Get on your knees,\" I mocked, rolling my eyes. Once in a while even Jason had to eat his own words. \"Open your mouth, Savvy. Crawl to me, Savvy,\" I said, my arms over my chest. The blush stayed on his face, and his lips didn\'t move. He had nothing to say to that. Scowling, I swung my legs over the edge of the platform and unbuttoned my jeans. If there was one thing I was to accomplish that day, it was going to be making Jason rue forcing me to strip in public.

\"What\'re you staring at?\" I asked, unzipping my jeans. Awkwardly, I used one hand to push my hips up and tried to shove my jeans off with the other. Needless to say it didn\'t work very well, and my sexy atmosphere was nearly ruined until I saw Cheryl walk up behind Jason. Grinning, I crooked my finger at her. \"Cherry,\" I said, stealing Jason\'s pet name, \"mind helping me out here?\"

Her eyes lit up and she shoved the chemise she was carrying into Jason\'s hands. \"Hold that, baby,\" she said, kissing his cheek. He wrapped his fingers so tightly around the hanger that his knuckles went white. All traces of the blue-eyed angel disappeared from his face. I probably should\'ve been scared, but I was too angry to listen to common sense. And Cheryl interlocking her fingers with mine distracted me a bit.

She helped me stand up, although it didn\'t quite feel like I accomplished anything, since she still towered over me. The first thing she did was reach up to undo my hair, but I shoved her hand away. I was not going to have my hair on my neck for this, I didn\'t need any more stress. She raised a blonde eyebrow but accepted it, thank God. I hated having things on my neck… bad memories. I got my neck shoved in a fire ant hill one time when I was a kid and ever since then I… I just can\'t take having anything but shirt collars there. Even taking showers with my hair down can be unnerving if I let it get to me.

Cheryl kneeled and put her fingers through the belt loops on my jeans. I looked at Jason and smiled. \"Is this what you wanted to see?\" I asked, letting Cheryl slid my jeans down my legs. Jason was infuriated. He looked like he was about to break the hanger in his hands, and had already bent it a little. But he\'d calmed down easy enough after the thing with the policeman, so I still didn\'t worry.

I picked up my feet for Cheryl and she tossed my jeans aside. Her mouth was right at my navel, and when she leaned forward I jumped a bit. Hands on my hips, her tongue wrapped around the last button on my shirt and undid it. Hell, I thought, staring at her in wonder. She undid all eight buttons the same way, and by the time she was done I was shaking. Having a woman pay attention to me like this… it was… it was more unsettling than I\'d expected. Cheryl nuzzled my chest and I hesitantly ran my hand through her long hair. It was soft, like feathers. Breathing deeply, Cheryl pushed my shirt off my shoulders and slowly tugged it off my arms.

She cupped my face in her hands and gently pressed her mouth against mine. For a second I wanted to pull back -- but Jason\'s attention was definitely riveted on me now, and I wanted to keep it that way. I had to stretch, but I managed to put my hands in Cheryl\'s hair. She made a happy noise and her tongue barged its way into my mouth. My head spun. Her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue was a lot gentler than Jason\'s had ever been. I couldn\'t help but lean into her arms.

\"Cherry,\" Jason growled. She licked my lips and ended the kiss. \"She\'s undressed, and we don\'t have all day.\"

\"I don\'t mind,\" I said, making a face at him. Though I did. My stomach was fluttering and I was suddenly burning up even though the air conditioning made the room feel like ice. Cheryl was touching my hair, making me very uncomfortable. Her green eyes were focused on my chest, and her hands had slid around to my back. She started to unclip my bra, and my hands flew behind me to stop her. There was a point to draw a line. \"Um,\" I said, not sure what her motives were.

\"You won\'t be wearing a bra while you have that on,\" she said, grinning.

\"I don\'t wear underwear when I swim, but I keep in on when trying out bathing suits,\" I stammered, stepping back and nearly falling off the platform. Jason reached up to steady me, and his grip on my shoulder hurt. I winced and gritted my teeth as he turned me around. For a minute I thought he was going to slap me. He just handed me the chemise, though, and tapped his foot impatiently. His eyes said We\'ll talk about this later.

My hands shaking, I pulled the chemise over me. It was pink, with black ribbons outlining the breasts, and shoulder straps made of black ribbons tied in bows. When I looked down at myself I saw it was semi-transparent. It was thigh-length, and did nothing to protect me from the cold air in the room. Luckily I was still embarrassed enough to be kept warm by my own full-body blush.

Jason looked at Cheryl. \"This is nice, but for the rest I\'d like something less… girl-next-door,\" he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Cheryl put her arms around my waist and nodded. My neck was forced to rest between her breasts, and my blush only deepened. It was soft, yes, but… awkward. \"Something red, definitely,\" Jason went on, glancing up and down my frame. \"Not leather…\" he murmured. He reached up and slid the straps of the chemise and my bra off my shoulders.

\"Strapless?\" Cheryl asked, her tongue flicking my earlobe.

\"Mmm…not bright blue, nothing harsh. Keep it soft… but alluring…\"

\"Damn, Jase, you gonna fuck her right here?\" Cheryl asked, laughing. I whimpered and tried to shrink myself. Even standing on the platform, Jason was taller than me, and his grip on my shoulders showed he was still angry.

\"She\'s a virgin,\" he said coolly. \"She\'s not ready for that.\"

Cheryl slid her hands under the hem of the chemise. My eyes bugged. \"Well, let\'s make her ready for it,\" she whispered. \"If you expect to take her to the Haisley\'s she has to get used to this,\" she said. Jason sighed and stuck his hands into his pockets. Smirking, Cheryl stepped in front of me and pushed me back against the pole. \"Relax, it\'s going to be fun,\" she purred.

\"I don\'t want to do this,\" I said. When I tried pushing at her hands, she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her pocket and locked me to the pole. Hell, hell, hell, I thought, staring at the metal links. \"Jason!\" I yelped. He ignored me and just put his hands in his pockets.

Cheryl kneeled in front of me. I braced myself against the pole. She gently pulled my panties down to my knees, and I shuddered. The air conditioner sent a cool breeze between my legs. Cheryl rolled her tongue over my thigh, and I clenched my teeth. Her grip on my waist was light, but firm, not anywhere near as rough as Jason\'s. \"Ooh girl, you\'re so tense,\" she murmured, gently massaging my hips.

\"Jason!\" I shouted.

He smiled a little and stepped onto the platform. For a second my heart soared, but Cheryl kissed my thatch and Jason didn\'t do anything about it. While she kept kissing my thighs, Jason stood behind me and pressed his mouth to the side of my face. I shuddered and my knees buckled for a second, sending me down onto Cheryl\'s mouth. She squealed and slid her tongue out, rubbing it eagerly along my folds. I gasped, the feeling was oddly deceptive. Her wet tongue was the biggest thing I\'d ever had in me, bigger than Jason\'s and my own fingers. And from the feel of things, Cheryl could probably unwrap a Starburst with her tongue. I groaned and tilted my head back.

Jason leaned over and put his mouth on mine, muffling the guttural sounds coming from my throat. One of his hands slid into my bra and his fingers roughly kneaded my breast. \"How\'s Cherry feel?\" he whispered in my ear, brushing a loose lock of hair out of my face. \"Imagine how it\'s going to feel when it\'s me. I won\'t be so gentle,\" he said, kissing my shoulder. His hand moved to my other breast and pinched my nipple.

Cheryl\'s tongue finally dipped into me. I froze and went silent, shocked. Her tongue flicked back and forth and she moved her head up and down, rubbing her face against my cunt. \"Oh oh oh,\" I mumbled, closing my eyes. It was suddenly like we were alone. I started rocking my hips back and forth, and the heat of my blush all drained between my legs, and I felt like if Cheryl didn\'t hurry up I\'d die. \"Oh please,\" I begged. She started sucking at me, sucking and swirling her tongue all around at the same time. My fingers slipped on the pole behind me and Jason\'s hands were on my shoulders, holding me up. He kissed me just as Cheryl pushed me over the edge, so my cry went directly in his mouth and nowhere else.

\"Now, that wasn\'t so bad, was it?\" he murmured, pulling back.

A/N: Eh heh... not sure what to say about Cherry there. Hope she was okay for you guys.