SUMMARY: Um.. Jeff stops Hilary from stripping during an on air burlesque 
show, so she retaliates, by stripping for him. ;-)


This takes place during the Follies of WENN at the end of Hilary's strip.

Striptease For One
By Michele Savage

Hilary gave Jeff a glare and whispered through her gritted teeth, "Would 
you get
out of the way!" She moved abruptly to her left, but he quickly followed.

"No, Hilary I won't let you do this!"

She smiled sweetly and stomped down hard on his foot. He reacted, by 
hopping on the other foot. Hilary moved out from behind him, and started 
for the zipper on the side of the skirt. He forgot about the pain in his 
foot and half tackled, half carried her out of the studio doors.

"Jeffrey! What the bloody hell are you trying to do!" She yelled as he 
carried her lengthwise down the hall and into the writer's room. He slammed 
the door behind them and dropped her unceremoniously on her feet.

"Hilary Winslow Booth Singer," he started. "Booth!" she interrupted. 
"Whatever!" he finished, "Are you out of your mind?"

"Well if you had given me a few seconds I'd have been out of my clothes." 
She stopped for a moment as she realized what she'd just said, "For charity!"

"Yeah? Who's charity?" he asked sharply.

She stood straight, incensed, and crossed her arms. "Does that bother you, 
Jeffrey? That I was willing to take my clothes off in front of other men?" 
She smiled suggestively, "Remind you of what you are missing?" She reached 
for the zipper on the skirt and slowly slid it open, then let the loosened 
material glide to the floor, revealing her black stockings, with matching 
garters, and lacy black panties.

He swallowed hard, "H-Hilary this isn't funny. You know that we've decided 
to stay away from each other until--" he stopped abruptly when she reached 
behind her and unhooked the strapless halter of the gown and tossed it to him.

Jeff automatically caught the material. He glanced down, waking from his 
lust induced stupor. "Hilary!" She stood before him wearing no more than 
the stockings, panties, feathers in her hair, and a wicked smile. She 
stepped toward him, her smile growing more and more sexual with every step.

Jeff backed away from her, desperate to try to live up to his end of their 
bargain. No touching until the Pavla mess is cleared up. He hit something 
solid and realized quickly it was the wall. He looked toward the door and 
blessed escape, but too soon she was there, blocking any hope of retreat.

She trapped him between her arms, one on each side, and leaned close 
enough that the material of his tuxedo jacket brushed against her bare 
breasts. She closed her eyes at the rush of arousal that moved through her.

"Hilary, " He whispered, pulling the feathered hat out of her hair and 
freeing it from the pins, "Please don't stop this now. No more teasing, I 
can't take it."

She answered him by pulling his mouth to hers and kissing him hungrily, 
eagerly. It had been too long. She needed this. They needed this.

Once they had given in to the passion, they both frantically tore at his 
clothes, needing to feel skin upon skin. "Oh god pumpkin. I missed you." 
She moaned as he pulled at the fabric of her panties, tearing them away in 
his eagerness.

He turned trapping her against the wall and lifted her into his arms. He 
moved her garters down slightly as the lacy material scratched at his 
waist. He lifted her up and eased her down over him. She moaned and threw 
her head back against the wall, as she felt him fill her. She had missed 
him. Desperately.

He thrust against her and nipped on her breasts, wanting to taste every 
inch of her. He'd missed the taste of her skin.

She rested an arm on the wall over her head scratching against it as the 
feeling of being loved that she hadn't realized she'd missed washed over 
her. "Harder," She moaned, wanting him thoroughly and completely. He 
strengthened his thrusting, as she leaned over him and wrapped his upper 
body completely within hers. "Yes! Oh Jeffrey."

He felt her wrap her legs around his waist and dimly heard one of her shoes 
drop to the floor. "Mittens," he mumbled as he bit lightly at her neck. He 
reached for the wall for support as he felt his legs wanting to give 
away. He sank slowly to his knees, "Hilary, oh my god.."

She leaned back against the wall feeling her climax building. Using her 
knees now for support, she returned his thrusts with her own. She closed 
her eyes as her orgasm sharply drove through her body. "Oh.. oh.. Jeffrey.. ."

Jeff's climax slammed over him with an intensity he hadn't felt in . . . 
since the last time he made love to Hilary.

He thrust hard against her a couple more times before pulling her into his 
arms and settling them both in the floor. "My god, Hilary. We should get 
separated more often."

She laughed contentedly, then her eyes flew open. *Separated!* "Oh, damn!" 
She pushed out of his arms, "How could you let me do this?" She tried in 
vain to cover herself and looked around for her clothes.

"Well, Hilary it was easy. You took your clothes off and you know I can't 
resist an offer like that." He explained with a chuckle.

She picked up the pieces of her dress and put them on. She re-adjusted 
herself into the strapless gown, "Yes, well, just because we... this 
happened, don't expect me to treat you any differently." She explained to 
him, throwing her head back and mustering as much dignity as possible. She 
shoved him aside and opened the door, nearly tripping him as he was 
stepping back into his clothes.

"Hilary!" he seethed, trying to hide behind the door so no one could see 
him as she left the room. He growled, and zipped his pants. "Don't expect 
me to treat you any differently." he mumbled to himself in a poor imitation 
of her, as he buttoned up the white dress shirt. "Hilary, darling, my 
dearest, if you treated me any differently, we'd have never fallen in love 
in the first place." He smiled, shook his head and finished dressing.

The End...