Title: Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique - Chapter 1 The First Time 
Shopper 
Author: Seeker One
Categories: Skinner - Scully  
Rating: 'bout NC-40 should do it. 
Disclaimers: Go to any of the 89,427 posted fan fics and copy theirs. 
The characters ain't mine, 'cause if they were, they'd have a lot more 
fun than you can have on prime time TV. Miss Lucille hasn't opened her 
shop in Georgetown yet, but she is considering a book and a web site 
deal. The D.C. restaurants mentioned are "real" however, along with my 
favorite brand of hair brush.  
Key words: Sex, swearing, southern accents and a little old silver bell 
Author's Summary: Skinner has neglected the most important person in 
his life and tries to salvage the relationship. 
Thank You: Bouquets of virtual flowers and hand written thank-you notes 
to Texx who encouraged me and Leelee who provided meticulous, 
thoughtful, smutty beta. You two are the greatest. The end result is 
even trashier that I first planned and it's all due to your wicked 
suggestions! I do love a dirty mind.  
Feedback: Miss Lucille and her author would just love to hear from you. 
Write them at clueseek@swbell.net

Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique - Chapter One - The First Time Shopper 
by SeekerOne 
**************** 
FBI Headquarters 
Wednesday 
The meeting was not only running long, it was even more boring than 
usual. Walter Skinner tried to maintain the semblance of interested 
Assistant Director in front of his subordinates, but he also admitted 
that Greenhow's budget figures and financial projections were mind 
numbing. Finally, the last of the discussion was concluded and the 
department heads began filing out. Skinner rolled his stiff neck as he 
gathered up his large accumulation of files and extra papers from the 
meeting. Well, with any luck I should be out of here by 8:00 or 9:00 
tonight, he thought.
 
Special Agent Fox Mulder paused at the head of the conference room 
table. "Sir, could I have a moment?" 

Ah shit, not another giant cat-eating mutant goldfish sighting, Skinner 
thought with a sigh. At this rate, he wouldn't be getting out of here 
until 10:00 tonight, at the earliest. Now, if the request for some 
extra time had come from Mulder's partner.... Stop it, Walter, he 
cautioned. Not during business hours. 

He crossed his arms over his chest as he turned to face the younger 
man. "What is it, Mulder?" he asked trying to hide the exasperation 
typical of an overworked federal employee. 

Mulder paused, waiting until the conference room was empty, and quietly 
shut the door. "Sir, it's a personnel matter... regarding Agent 
Scully." 

Skinner froze and glared at him. "Is there a problem, Agent Mulder?" 
You damn well better not make it one, he thought. 

Mulder swallowed hard at the look in his boss's eyes, but took a deep 
breath and forged ahead. "Sir, I know it's not appropriate for me to 
comment on your private life.." 

"Then don't!" came the A.D.'s immediate response with a definite snap. 
The last thing I need is a lecture from "Spooky" Mulder on my 
extracurricular relationships he thought. 
  
But Mulder was not about to back down. "When it affects my partner, 
sir, ....." 

Distance yourself from this Walter, Skinner thought as he walked over 
to his desk to drop off the files. Just keep your cool with him. "Agent 
Mulder, this is really none of your..." he said firmly, trying to 
dismiss the problem. 

But Mulder was not giving up that easily, not before he had his say. He 
followed Skinner around the corner of his large desk and continued, 
"Sir, Scully does not deserve this." 

Mulder's protective nature for his partner had been aroused and he plunged 
ahead, determined to ignore his boss's warning signals. "She is too professional 
to ever complain to me, but I've worked with her for seven years. I know when 
she's got a problem and right now she's unhappy about some thing. " 

Skinner tried to avoid his agent's angry, piercing hazel eyes, "Look, 
Mulder..." 

"No sir, you look. You're ruining the best thing that's happened to you 
in a long time. How many times have you forgotten a date with her or 
shown up two hours late? How many evenings did you cancel at the last 
minute because of some office crisis? Dana Scully is far too special a 
person for anyone to take for granted like this." 

Mulder nodded self-righteously at his boss's guilty look. His message might be 
hitting home, but he was too angry to let Skinner off that easily. "I'd suggest 
you damn well get your priorities in order, before you turn around and 
discover she's gone too!" 

Skinner gaped in astonishment as Mulder stomped out of the room, 
slamming the door behind him. He sat down at his desk feeling like he'd 
been punched in the stomach. It wasn't that bad, was it? Hell, he'd 
just had dinner with Scully, when? Her birthday, that was it. No damn 
it, her present was still on his dining room table. He'd had to cancel 
that time because of O'Brien's Internet terrorist case. He'd promised 
to reschedule as soon as they caught the bastards, but then VCU handed 
off that Texas child murderer and... well shit. He hadn't spent any 
real time with her in weeks. No wonder the redhead was pissed. 

Skinner logged on to his private e-mail and quickly composed a message: 
doc: 
A friend of mine realizes that he's neglected a very special lady in 
his life and would like to make amends. Any suggestions? 
w 

He sent it off with a grin. He could solve this little problem without 
any more assistance from Special Agent Fox Mulder, thank you very much. 
He'd just turn on the Skinner family charm, take Scully out for a nice 
dinner and act very repentant. With any luck, they'd have some great 
sex this weekend and everything would be back to normal. Now if he 
could just make this paperwork nightmare go away as well. With a sigh, 
he began to tackle the stack of reports in his in-box. 

When he checked his personal e-mail the next morning he found: 
w: 
Friday, 6:30 p.m., tapas and sangria at Jaleo. 
doc 

Yes! Skinner almost chuckled in relief as he phoned one of the other 
A.D.'s. Thomlinson could cover his calls for the upcoming long weekend. 
As of right now, he had other plans. 
  
Jaleo 
Seventh Street 
Friday 6:50 p.m. 
The very popular Washington restaurant was packed as usual with Friday 
night diners. Walter let out a sigh as he approached the booth in the 
back. He was only a little late, but this wasn't how he wanted to start 
the weekend. Off on the wrong foot, again. 

He paused and stared at the petite redhead waiting for him. Mulder was right, he 
realized with a stab of guilt. Scully was frowning irritably as she slowly 
stirred the drink in front of her. Shit, she doesn't think I'll even show up. 
OK, Walter, time for some major groveling here. 

"If I sit down, will you promise not to shoot me?" he asked softly. 

Dana glanced up in surprise. "Walter, I didn't think you'd..." 

"I know you didn't," he said as he slid in beside her. "My track record 
lately has been lousy. But I am sorry and I'd like to make it up to 
you." There, that was it -- simple, direct, honest. This can work he 
thought as he carefully reached over and took her hand. 

Dana tensed as she pulled away and leaned back against the leather 
booth. "I don't know if that's such a good..." 

Hold on, Skinner thought, don't let her start it, keep on the 
offensive. So before she could finish, he interrupted, "Look, Dana, 
give me another chance. I've cleared this whole weekend for us. No 
work, I promise. Just the two of us. I'll do whatever you want. You 
call the shots." 

Scully paused as she drummed angry fingers on the table. Skinner had 
never said that before, but she was tired of the off-again, on-again 
nature of their love affair. The X-files and Mulder provided enough 
stress in her life, without always wondering if Skinner could find time 
for her. She just didn't want to put up with that any more. It was time 
for him decide what was really important. If he wouldn't make a place 
for her, for them, on a regular basis, she was going to end the 
relationship once and for all. 

In fact, she planned on telling him all that tonight, but thinking about what he 
said, maybe, just maybe, there was another way....Dana considered the problem 
for a moment longer as she glanced at the man beside her. Skinner looked 
exhausted. He was burning himself out with 60-70 hour work weeks. "You mean it? 
You'll do whatever I want?" It was too important not be completely sure. 

"Absolutely. I'm all yours for the whole long weekend. Whatever you 
want to do with me is fine." Be sincere, he thought. 

"Then finish your drink, Marine. We're going shopping." 
End of Part 1 
  
Title: Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique - Chapter 2 The Shopping Trip
Author: Seeker One
Categories: Skinner - Scully  
Rating: 'bout NC-40 should do it. 
Disclaimers: Go to any of the 89,427 posted fan fics and copy theirs. 
The characters ain't mine, 'cause if they were, they'd have a lot more 
fun than you can have on prime time TV. Miss Lucille hasn't opened her 
shop in Georgetown yet, but she is considering a book and a web site 
deal. The D.C. restaurants mentioned are "real" however, along with my 
favorite brand of hair brush.  
Key words: Sex, swearing, southern accents and a little old silver bell 
Author's Summary: Skinner has neglected the most important person in 
his life and tries to salvage the relationship. 
Thank You: Bouquets of virtual flowers and hand written thank-you notes 
to Texx who encouraged me and Leelee who provided meticulous, 
thoughtful, smutty beta. You two are the greatest. The end result is 
even trashier that I first planned and it's all due to your wicked 
suggestions! I do love a dirty mind.  
Feedback: Miss Lucille and her author would just love to hear from you. 
Write them at clueseek@swbell.net

Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique and Spa 
Georgetown 

Walter groaned to himself as they stepped inside the elegant Georgian 
townhouse. Not that he had any objection to buying Scully something 
sexy for this weekend. He just always felt like a pervert in one of 
these lingerie places, especially ones like this that looked exclusive 
and expensive. 

He heard Dana say some thing to one of the sales people as he strolled over to 
look at a forest green satin teddy. Damn, Dana would look hot as hell with that 
little silk string running up her firm little fanny like that. And with any 
luck, she wouldn't be wearing it for long either. He picked it up and turned 
around to show it to her. 

"What do you think of this?" he asked, only to met the amused brown 
eyes of a tall, voluptuous blonde. 

"Well, personally I think that blue might be more flattering. But, I 
can see if we have it in your size," said the woman with a grin.
 
Walter blushed profusely as he quickly put that little wet dream 
fantasy back on the rack. 

Scully strolled over to join the two of them. "Ah, there you are...this 
is Lucille, she's going to be helping us pick out some things," she 
said, trying to keep her composure at the unexpected turn of events. 
But her blue eyes were clearly laughing at his embarrassment. 

"Please. Y'all come this way, now," the blonde said. 

Walter's hand found its way to the small of Scully's back as they 
followed the tall and leggy blonde toward an elevator at the rear of 
the store. Leaning over close to Scully, Walter whispered as he tried 
to nibble on her ear. "Helping us out, how?" 

"Water, behave yourself. This is my weekend and I'm going to do just 
like I want to. Besides, you need a break too. So, relax and get your 
credit card out, big boy. I'm in charge as of right now." 

He sighed softly as they entered the elevator. He had a bad feeling 
about this. 
  
Lucille's Lingerie Boutique and Spa 
Third Floor 
Walter noticed that the elevator operated with a key card and as the 
doors slid open on the third floor, he saw why. This room seemed to 
cater to more risqué tastes. In fact, the last time he saw anything 
like this was when he was called in to help break up a New Orleans vice 
ring. The rubber whips, paddles, chains, dildos and other toys of 
assorted shapes and sizes looked oddly out of place with the elegant 
oriental rugs and antique gilded frame mirrors. You just didn't expect 
to see a classic Chippendale armchair and a whipping post placed side 
by side, he thought. 

"Dana, I don't know about..." he gulped softly. 

But the little redhead had had enough. She wheeled around to glare at 
him with fire in her eyes. "Walter Skinner," she hissed as she put both 
hands on her hips. "You promised me a weekend. Whatever I wanted. 
Remember? Have you changed your mind? Backing out on me again?" 

He looked down at her as he gnawed his lip. "Well, no...but we 
don't...I haven't..." 

All right Dana, lay it on the line to him, she thought. "Walter. Don't 
you trust me?" 

Damn, she went right for the kill then Skinner realized. 

Lucille's soft southern voice cut through the tension. "Let me suggest 
something simple to start with. Bless their hearts, some men just get a 
little bit nervous and intimated about not bein' in charge all the 
time. It tends to worry them." 

She played with her long strand of pearls as she waited for the inevitable 
reaction. Walter straightened his back and gave her his best Assistant-Director-
of-the-FBI-From-Hell look. By god, he was an ex-Marine and a Federal 
Law Enforcement Officer. He was not afraid of... of.... whatever it was 
these two beauties had cooked up. 

"On the contrary. After you, ladies," he gestured politely. 

Lucille grinned at him as she strolled toward a display rack of strange 
leather and rubber devices. "Now, if he's really promised to be your 
love slave for the weekend, I think you should start with some nice 
leather. Darlin', please slip off your coat, so I can see if this 
fits," she said holding a thick brown dog collar. 

Walter grimaced as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid it off. Thank 
god he'd thought to lock his Sig in the trunk of the car. Pulling out a 
pistol and the extra clips of ammo would have added another, rather 
unexpected factor here. 

"Now come on Walter, I don't want to get home and find out you can't 
wear it because it's the wrong size." Dana was coaxing as she unknotted 
his tie. She calmly continued unbuttoning his shirt and removed his 
cufflinks. Damn, paybacks were so much fun, she thought to herself. 

Blushing a little, he pulled off his shirt as both women eyed his hard 
muscular chest. Miss Lucille measured him with a grin and a knowing 
glance as his shirt and tie joined the jacket on a nearby chair. 

"Oh, very nice, Walter." she cooed. "Here now, honey, try this one on 
him." 

Dana had to stand almost on her tiptoes as she fastened the smooth 
saddle leather collar around his neck. Damn this room was getting hot, 
Skinner thought. He quietly rubbed his sweaty palms against his pant 
legs. 

"Now since he's a touch nervous about all this, let me suggest a little 
harness with some soft cuffs. It's just wonderful for keeping his hands 
occupied." Miss Lucille purred as she noted his nervous gesture. 

" I don't think that's..." Skinner began. But he noticed Dana watching 
him with a skeptical raised eyebrow. The little witch was daring him to 
go through with it, he thought! Well, he'd show her. 

"Hush, now. This won't hurt a bit." Miss Lucille was fastening other 
straps to his collar and soft cuffs around his wrists. "Now you have 
this figure-eight strap pulling his arms back like this, and this extra 
long piece goes right down his back." He felt her soft hands stroking 
his tense shoulders as she adjusted the straps. 

Shivering slightly from the feel of the cool leather, Walter remembered 
the brace he'd had worn when he broken his collarbone during high 
school wrestling. OK, this is silly, but I can handle it, he thought. 

Then Miss Lucille took one of his cuffed wrists and snapped it to a 
loop behind on the harness. He stiffened as Dana quickly grabbed the 
other one. 

"You mean like this?" she asked complacently. His heart dropped to his shoes as 
he heard a click. He tugged slightly on the harness. It wasn't terribly 
uncomfortable, just restricting. He could deal with this stupid thing he 
thought, if he could just ignore the growing bulge in his pants. 

"Dana..." he started as she turned away toward another case. 

Scully was fuming to herself. Her stubborn lover needed to get it through his 
head that this was her weekend. He promised that she'd be in charge. And he 
was damn well going to learn who was boss, at least for this weekend. 

"Walter Skinner, I think I've had about all of your commentary I care 
to hear for one evening, " she snapped. And as he opened his mouth to 
protest, she slipped a soft foam rubber ball in it! 

Miss Lucille nodded approvingly at the agent as she caught the ends of 
the straps that went through the ball and pressed the Velcro tabs 
together behind his head. She massaged the back of his neck as he tried 
to twist around. 

"Since this is his first time, let me suggest something I find really helpful in 
getting a man to listen you and follow directions." She gave Skinner a wicked 
smile as she picked a small blue velvet jewelry case from the mahogany side 
table. His muffled ranting was barely audible as she opened the box. "These 
little clips just work wonders. You go ahead nibble on him for a minute to get 
him ready while I set the tension." 

Scully strolled over to Walter with a feral grin. God, she didn't think 
she'd ever seen anything as sexy as a bare-chested Walter Skinner as he 
continued to tussle with the harness and gag. She wanted to lick and 
nibble him from his bottom of his feet to the top of his bald head, 
with some special attention given to that tent in the front of his 
pants. And, before this weekend was over, she promised herself, she 
would tease him until he was out of his mind and then screw him through 
the bed, or the floor, or wall. Or all of the above.
 
Walter tried to pull away as Dana slowly ran her fingernails over his 
chest. "Now Walter, at least part of you likes this" she said as she 
slid her hand over his growing erection. "In fact, little Walter likes 
it....a lot!" she observed with a wicked smile. 

Well yeah, but he was hoping she hadn't noticed that. His nipples began to 
tingle as she licked and scratched one and then the other. 

"Just slid these on real easy now. I got the little chains all 
straighten out," Lucille said as she handed Scully the small gold 
clips. 

Dana's tongue brushed his throat as she leaned in close to 
carefully ease the clamps down on her lover's tender skin. 

OH SHIT, that hurts! he thought as he tried to pull away. But Miss 
Lucille grabbed the chains connecting the clamps and gave a sharp tug. 
Walter stopped dead in his tracks as the metal edges bit down. 

"Now you see, honey. Just the least little direction and he's fine." 

Walter bit down on the soft ball as he groaned in arousal. He couldn't believe 
how much the pain was turning him on. And Scully was just standing there 
grinning at him! 

"Now come along, stud muffin." Miss Lucille instructed as she caught 
the chain again. The three of them walked over to what looked like a 
low gymnastic pommel horse. 

Yes, ma'am! Walter thought. No problem. I'll be good. Just don't jerk that 
chain. 

"Dana, if you will just slip off those pants and get him ready, I'll 
pick out the rest of the toys. Then we can start with the real fun." 

Fun? FUN? He thought as he sent a pleading look to his agent/lover. She 
grinned back at him as she unfastened his belt and grappled with the 
zipper. 

"Walter Skinner, this is going to be a weekend you and I won't 
ever forget," Scully said. And succumbing to temptation in front of 
her, she gave his hard leaking penis a quick kiss as she slid his 
boxers down. 

Skinner suddenly trembled as he realized that he was the sexual 
centerpiece of the hottest fantasy he could imagine. He was completely 
nude, bound, gagged and at the doubtful mercy of two very sexy women 
obviously spent too much time reading erotic novels. Yeah, I just hope 
I live to tell it, he thought as Dana tossed his pants aside.
 
"Oh, my goodness darlin'!" came the drawl again. "This baby does need 
some tending or he'll never last long," Lucille said as she stroked his 
hard penis. 

Skinner whimpered softly as he thrust himself against her 
cool fingers almost involuntarily. "I like a little leather right here 
myself." 

Walter groaned as he felt the smooth little belt strap enclose the base 
of his erect penis and cinch tight around it. Two smaller pieces went 
around his balls and then he heard it. A little silver tinkle. A BELL! 
That bitch had attached a bell to the cock harness. I cannot fucking 
believe this he thought as the two women pushed him face down onto the 
leather horse. 
 
"Now you can always tell where he is." Lucille paused to pat his firm 
ass. "But what was I doing? Oh, yes. Look those over, Dana honey, and 
see what you think." 

Walter tried to look up and see what she was talking about and was rewarded with 
another tug on the chain. "You just be still, handsome." He lay across the 
leather horse obediently with his bare butt in the air. You can do this, Walter 
he thought. Just keep breathing. 

"Well, I don't really want anything too drastic." Bless you Dana 
Katherine Scully, he thought. "But I want him to remember this, too. 
He's stood me up more times than I can count lately."

I'll make it up to you, sweet heart, he swore to himself. Flowers, dinner, wine, 
lots of chocolate. We can have fresh seafood at Kinkead's. Or, how about 
that pasta dish you love at the Obelisk. I'll even reserve the chef's 
table at the Inn at Little Washington. Nothing's too good for you baby. 
Just don't.... don't.... 

"Then, I think this one should be just about right," promised Lucille. 

Walter tried to buck away as cool gel flowed over his exposed backside. 
Then a little feminine hand pressed down hard on the small of his back 
as his legs were pushed wide apart. Oh god, Scully had practiced 
executing the classic spread 'um pose on far too many suspects. 

"Now just relax, Sweetheart. Miss Lucille's going to take good care of 
you." 

Relax? RELAX? He thought as he felt something cool press again 
his anus. No, please no... Dana had occasionally used her small fingers 
there during some of their more intensive love play, but this was a lot 
bigger and he'd never..... Oh god, she pushed it all the way in! He 
couldn't believe it as the burning sensation in his ass sent a jolt of 
pleasure right to his throbbing cock. And it was wider in the middle 
than the end. He felt the flat end fit up close to his buttocks like a 
baby's pacifier. He tried push it out but the lube made it impossible 
to get a grip on the damn thing. 

"Be still now, baby. You're doing so well. And I swear you're hotter 
than before. That fine cock of yours just keeps getting bigger and 
bigger." Lucille stroked his penis gently as she began fastening the 
butt plug and cock harness to extra leather pieces that connected back 
to the chest straps. 

Dana felt her pussy getting wetter just looking at what Lucille was 
doing to her lover. But now it was her turn. "Walter, I think it's time 
that you learned what happens if men don't treat their ladies right. 
Standing me up for dinner...not calling me... you ought to be ashamed 
of yourself. Lucille, can you recommend a good paddle?" 

A PADDLE he thought in disbelief? 

"Well, I like to start with a good Mason Pearson hairbrush myself. It's 
got a nice wide flat wood back. And you can always carry one in your 
purse and nobody thinks a thing about it. Go ahead, try this one out." 

Skinner couldn't believe it when the first swat across his backside was 
quickly followed by others. He had fantasized about spankings before, 
but never had the nerve to ask Dana about it. Only his wet dream had 
been spanking her or Mulder, not being on the receiving end of a hair 
brush. But his crazy lover had him trussed up and bent over, spanking 
his ass for all she was worth and he was so hot, he thought he'd 
explode with every stroke. 

"And when that luscious ass gets good and red, you just turn it over 
and use the brush part a little. Like my Momma always said, every lady 
needs to have a good boar-bristle hair brush." 

He moaned as Dana followed Lucille's suggestions and proceeded to set his ass on 
fire. Scully was panting slightly as she continued to swat his butt. "Hmm... 
well this is fine for a start, but I'd like a little something else 
too. May be some thing a little more, say we say, emphatic? After all 
he did miss my birthday." 

No, Scully, no, you don't really need anything else! Walter thought, even as he 
arched his back so his ass met the swinging brush. His backside was burning and 
stinging from the combined effect of the brush and the hundreds of little 
scratches from bristles. But his cock was leaking like a horny teenager's. 

Lucille considered for a moment, "Well, crops and whips are fine, and 
goodness knows I use enough of them here. But if you don't ride, they 
can take some explaining at home. I personally think that a man's belt 
is a lovely alternative. We've got some nice black alligator ones in 
that just came in." 

Dana picked up the offered belt and looped it in her hands. The smell 
of fine new leather was incredibly erotic to her. She took a brief 
practice swing and then brought it down hard across her lover's 
backside. 

Jesuschristgodalmightydamnittohell, he swore as the first crack landed 
on his upper thighs. Scully must have been working out he thought, as 
his body jerked in response. He wanted to rip the bell and the cock 
harness off and come like a geyser. 

"Now just land a couple across that plug to make sure he's paying 
attention. That just pushes it up, right where you want it," Lucille 
suggested. 

Yes ma'am, I'm absolutely paying attention. No slackers here, he 
thought as Dana followed her instructions rigorously. The belt felt 
like a streak of fire as it hit across his crack and pushed the dildo 
in. With every stroke, the muscle contractions made it brush briefly 
against his prostate. The pain was nothing compared to the intense 
ecstasy the extra pressure caused. He'd never felt anything this 
incredible he thought as he jerked frantically in response. The little 
bell was ringing like New Year's Eve. Pain and pleasure built up in him 
until finally with the tenth or eleventh stroke, he just collapsed 
against the leather and let it happen. By the time Dana stopped, he was 
drenched with sweat and tears and shaking with arousal. 

"Hush, darling, it all over," Dana said as she kissed his neck. She 
alternated licking and blowing on the burning skin all the way down his 
back. "Shhh, love. It's all right.." 

Walter arched his shoulders back and whimpered even more as her wet tongue 
caressed his flaming butt. 

"Now you just be real still for me, hot stuff and let us do the rest of 
our shopping. Then I think we'll finish the rest of the evening in more 
private surroundings," she whispered with a laugh. 

He heard whispers and a giggle as he lay spent across the horse, 
grasping for breath. The two women strolled around selecting a few 
additional items for the weekend and conferring about possible 
fantasies. 

"Now, I've reserved the usual suite on the sixth floor for y'all." 
Walter didn't move as Scully neatly pulled his wallet out of the 
discarded trousers and handed the plastic over. 

"Just, let me just run his credit card through and then y'all can head up for 
the rest of the evening." 

The room spun as small hands pull him up right from the bench. Dana 
cupped his face and rubbed her thumb gently over the tear stains. Maybe 
he did need a little more loving care before she took him upstairs. 

"Come here, Walter," she said gently. "I think I'm hungry right now. 
After all we never did get supper, and it'll be a while before we have 
some room service."  She chuckled softly as she bent and began sucking 
his hard cock. 

Walter groaned and tried to push deeper into her hot mouth. He thought that 
nothing had ever felt so good in his entire life as her tongue wrapping around 
his throbbing shaft. 

Then, with a quick motion, she pushed herself up, sat back on the 
leather bench and teasingly pulled up her skirt. 

Walter blinked to focus his watering eyes. Lord god, she wasn't wearing anything 
but black stockings and a garter belt. And she was dripping wet, and 
flushed with arousal. Skinner wanted to pound her against the leather 
bench until she screamed and begged for him to let her come. 

He lunged forward desperately but Dana caught the harness just before he reached 
her. She crooned softly to him as she guided his heavy cock into her at 
her own pace. 

"Slow down, boy toy. You can't come just yet, but I know that you can make that 
bell ring for me. And that little leather buckle should rub my clit just right 
if you push in hard enough. Oh my god yess..." 

Walter ground his teeth against the ball gag as she slid him in. She 
was so tight and slick he couldn't believe it, and sure enough, with 
only a few deep strokes, she was having a pulsing, shrieking orgasm. 
Her loud cries were accompanied by the even louder pealing of the damn 
bell. His vision blurred as his knees buckled with the aching need for 
release as she held him tight against her. 

"Well, the suite is all ready and I've called the elevator." Miss 
Lucille said as she reached around him to hand Dana a key card, pausing 
to stroke his sweaty and trembling back. "I've also ordered lots of 
extra towels." 

His lover-owner chuckled softly as she pushed him to his feet and slid 
off the bench. Skinner staggered again as she grabbed the chain hanging 
between his nipples. 

"Come along now, Walter." He followed her on shaking legs towards the waiting 
elevator. 

"Y'all just have a lovely time. And, do tell the Fox Hound, I said 
hello." 

In spite of the tug on the chain that brought tears to his eyes, Walter 
stopped to stare at Miss Lucille and then down at Dana. The FOX Hound? 

"Oh I bet you know him, Walter." she continued, "Long legs, loves to 
run, and one of the finest tails I've ever seen." 

"Oh, don't worry. Fox will to be joining us tomorrow. I'll tell him you 
were asking about him, Lucille," Dana replied with a laugh. 

Oh god, Walter thought, he was so screwed. 

      --     End Part Two 

Miss Lucille would love to hear what y'all thought about her customers. 
And of course, if you like to offer Dana Scully some suggestions about 
the rest of the weekend, Lucille will be glad to help her with her 
shopping needs. 

And, as us Southern Belles always say when we're writing our thank-you 
notes after the orgy..."Now, Y'all Come Again!" 


Title: Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique - Chapter 3 Satisfaction 
Guaranteed  
Author: Seeker One 
Rating: NC-17. No on second thought, 'bout NC-40+ should do it. Under 
that, I doubt if you can handle it. 
Disclaimers: Go to any of the 89,427 posted fan fics and copy theirs. 
The characters ain't mine, 'cause if they were they'd have a lot more 
fun. Miss Lucille hasn't opened her Lingerie Shop yet, but she is 
considering another book and a web site deal. Mr. Duchovny's lawyers 
will be reviewing the proposed contracts for her. 
Key words: Sex, smut, southern treats and a little silver bell. 
Spoilers: I ain't that kind of girl. . . 
Author's Summary and Comments: With a few exceptions, the most 
exciting, erotic sex scenes I've found have either been slash or "the 
first timers." With all due respect to some of my favorite authors, I 
wrote this to prove that 1) Het can be hot too and 2) While first time 
is fine, sometimes the best fun occurs when you really know your 
partner. So come along and discover how Scully gets revenge on Walter 
Skinner after he stands her up for several dates. And, how he tries to 
make it all up to her. 
Feedback: Miss Lucille and her author would just love to hear from you. 
Write and tell us what you think: clueseek@swbell.net

Scully's Suite - Friday Night
Skinner paused a moment in the doorway to suite that Scully had 
reserved for them. It was really a lovely room, filled with antiques 
and a big four-poster rice bed, like ones you'd find in a charming 
Savannah or Charleston bed and breakfast. Walter might have appreciated 
it a lot more, except for a few small problems. His hands were cuffed 
behind his back, he had a dildo up his ass, clamps on his nipples, a 
sponge ball in his mouth, and most disconcerting of all, a small silver 
bell attached to the cock harness surrounding his extremely erect 
penis. Other than that, how was the play Mrs. Lincoln? He thought. 

Dana Scully glanced back to determine why her weekend playmate wasn't 
following on her heels as he should. Walter Skinner naked, in leather 
restraints, wearing her favorite toys was about the hottest sight she'd 
ever seen. 

"Walter," she called softly, "While I change, you stay here 
by the fireplace. I'll be back in a moment. Oh, and you may find that 
kneeling is more comfortable than sitting right now, considering how 
sore your ass probably is," she suggested with a feral grin 

Skinner groaned softly as he knelt on the small Oriental rug. Given her 
enthusiastic use of a hairbrush and a brand new belt little while ago, 
he was in no shape to debate the topic. He'd promised her a weekend for 
just the two of them to make up for several broken dates. 

Right, Walter, just remember this moment the next time you say, "Honey, I'm 
yours. Whatever you want to do with me is fine," he groused to himself. 
He had to admit he was horny as hell though, even if the whole 
situation was embarrassing beyond anything he'd ever imagined. 

He heard the rustle of Dana changing out of her standard FBI work suit. 
At least I hope she keeps on the stockings and garter belt he thought. 

A few moments later, he saw that he was in luck. Oh yeah, she'd kept 
the them all right, plus now he could see the matching demi-bra peaking 
out from the forest green silk robe she was wearing. One thing most 
people didn't realize about Dana Scully he thought, even with a size 
"C" bra, her cups runneth over.
 
Dana gave him a satisfied smirk as she strolled back into the living 
area. Walter might be pissed right now, but it was obvious this whole 
scene was turning him on too. Very obvious, she noted as she spied the 
glistening moisture on the head of his erect penis. Tonight, hell, this 
whole weekend, was going to fulfill every Walter Skinner sexual fantasy 
she'd ever had, and maybe a few that she hadn't even considered. 

Skinner looked up at his lover from his kneeling position. Okay, just 
try the hurt puppy look. After all it seems to work for Mulder, at 
least occasionally, he thought. 

Dana seemed to contemplate his pleading look for a moment and then slowly 
reached down and unfastened the gag. She stroked his check gently for a moment 
and then said in a quiet but firm voice, "You still with me, babe?" 

When he started to respond, she placed her finger over his lips, "Just nod your 
head if you're okay." 

Walter took a deep breath, but nodded slowly. Then, the temptation was 
too much and he kissed the finger touching his lips. She started 
slightly but didn't pull away. Emboldened, he stroked it lightly with 
his tongue before nibbling delicately on the soft skin. 

Scully jerked her hand back quickly and took a quick gulp of air. 
Remember who's supposed to be in charge here Dana Scully, she scolded 
herself. Taking a moment, she walked over to the mahogany buffet, where 
room service had provided a charming late night snack. The sight and 
smell of food reminded her that they'd both skipped dinner. 

"Come over here and kneel by the table," she ordered coolly. 

Skinner stumbled awkwardly to his feet and stared at the little redhead. 
Between his burning, stinging backside from her spanking and the dildo 
filling his ass hole, he had never felt so.. so. . . so what Walter? He 
thought. Angry? Humiliated? Aroused? Oh, yeah. Horny. 

He was just about as hot as he could ever remember. His cock nodded slightly in 
agreement. God, he wanted to fuck the little red head. He wanted to 
just bury his cock in her cunt, hard and fast, again and again. Hear 
her scream when she came. Right on that damn dining room table. 

Scully ignored him as she seated herself and placed a crisp Caesar 
salad garnished with boiled shrimp and fresh hot rolls at her place. 
She then poured a glass of chilled champagne for herself and unfolded 
the heavy linen napkin. Upon reflection, she added additional glasses 
of water for both of them. 

She smiled slightly as she heard Skinner's stomach growl from his place 
as he obediently knelt beside her chair. The salad was delicious she 
thought as she bit into a firm chilled shrimp. 

"Poor baby," she cooed down to him. "Would you like to put that sweet mouth to a 
good use, at least for right now?" she asked as she carefully cut up a small 
bite and placed it on the sterling sliver fork. 

"Open wide," she commanded. Skinner looked up, slightly startled. "I'm feeding 
you first, stud boy, then we'll talk." 

Right, Skinner thought, he knew his Scully. He decided play his own 
little teasing game and see how long the so-called ice queen could hold 
out. He smiled at her and slowly slid his mouth over the offered bite. 
He chewed, and then slowly licked his lips for the last drops of the 
salad dressing. 

Dana stared as his mouth for a moment, thinking about 
other times and other things he'd licked... 

"Or, maybe on second thought, we'll talk now," she said in a rush. 
All right, Dana, she thought as she paused to collect herself. You know 
what you want. Just lay it out. 

"Do you know how many times this past month, Walter Skinner, I went to bed all 
hot and horny because you stood me up?" she asked coolly.
 
Walter took a quick slip of cold water from the offered glass she held 
down for him. "Dana, I . . . " 

"Four times in the last three weekends alone," she cut in, her anger 
building. "Four nights I lay in bed by myself when it should have been 
the two of us messing up my clean sheets. Thinking about what your cock 
feels like. . your tongue in my pussy. . what you should have been 
doing to me instead of me . . . Instead of my hand. . . God damn it, 
Skinner. Do you know how very, very frustrated I've been because of 
you, you bastard," she said emphatically. The delicate crystal goblet 
almost snapped as she slammed it down on the table. 

Uh oh, Walter, he thought, trouble ahead. "Scully, I sorry. I do want 
to make it up to you," he said. "Just tell me..." 

"Oh, no, Walter Skinner. You're going to tell me," she said as she 
refilled her champagne glass again. "You're going make it all up to me. 
You can make those damn Assistant Director problem-solving management 
skills count for something. I want four wonderful sexual fantasy scenes 
from you. Beginning now. Tonight!" She ordered as she drained flute in 
one long gulp. 

"Four? Tonight?" he asked in disbelief. "Four times? I don't know if I 
can. . ." 

"Well, don't worry. You aren't," she replied arrogantly. "You going to 
feel what it's like to be hot and horny, just like I've been. You 
aren't going to come, Mr. Skinner, sir. I am. At least four separate 
and mind blowing times. Then, maybe, just maybe, if you've been very 
creative, I'll remove Lucille's little harness and you can come, too. 
But only after you've really pleasured me." 

To emphasize her point, she reached down between his legs and began to 
stroke his cock, rubbing the sensitive underside. It was so hard it 
felt like velvet covering a steel shaft in her small hand. The little 
bell on the cock straps rang softly in the quiet room. 

Skinner stared at her for moment aghast as he bit down on his lip to keep from 
moaning aloud. 

"Well?" she demanded. 

Hostage negotiations 101, he thought. Temporize. Draw it out. "Uh well, 
Dana, honey. .. . You know I want to make it up to you . . .. but I'm 
not sure. . I've never. . .Uh. . .Can I at least use my hands?" 

Dana considered for a moment, and then nodded. She cocked an eyebrow waiting 
for an answer. 

Right, he thought, she took the same goddamn class at Quantico. "Okay. 
Four fantasies, " he agreed. Good lord, what in the world do I do now? 
he wondered. 

Part 2 
Scully reached down carefully unfastened the cuffs behind his back. 
"I'm leaving the rest of the harness on," she said firmly, pausing to 
give the butt plug a quick twist. 

Skinner's eyes went wide as he jerked in response to the unexpected sensation 
across his prostate. He rubbed his wrists to get the circulation going and give 
himself a moment to think. OK, Walter, start coming up with something. Glancing 
around the room, his eyes fell on the untouched desert tray and he smiled to 
himself. Oh yeah, here we go. 

"Perhaps you'd like to relax on the lounge chair, while I bring you 
desert?" he offered. 

This could work, he thought. He'd get her off, but he knew his Scully. With a 
little coaxing and some good sex, she'd want more. She always did. Sooner or 
later, she'd want his cock. And he certainly had every intension of obliging 
her. He'd never wanted any woman as badly as he did right now. He wanted to feel 
her cunt around him, wet and throbbing. Hear her moan and beg and scream for him 
to . . . Hold on Walter, thought. Got to get there first. 

Scully debated for a moment and then moved to the elegant recliner. She 
carefully positioned herself as Skinner followed her carrying silver 
tray. She glanced down at the selection. Well, well, she thought. Maybe 
there's hope for him after all. 

Walter carefully picked up a slice of fresh peach. He took a small bite 
and then offered her a taste. Dana nibbled on the sweet ripe fruit and 
a trickle of juice slid down her chin. Skinner smiled as he carefully 
bent over and licked it off. 

Then he picked up another large slice and ran it slowly over her throat and down 
her neck. His lips followed carefully, sliding down to soft valley between her 
generous breasts. 

Dana moaned softly as he slid the bra straps off her shoulders and 
carefully unfastened the clasp. The bra and robe vanished behind the 
chair. 

"Fresh peaches and cream," he said. "One of the best things 
about the South." 

Now taking another slice, he dipped it carefully in the heavy sweet 
whipped cream. He slowly began kissing her as he slipped the cool moist 
treat over her erect nipple. She moaned in response as he broke away 
from her mouth and began licking the cream from her breasts. Slice 
after slice followed as he slowly worked his way down her reclining 
body. 

He gently parted her thighs and grinned to himself. The peaches weren't 
the only things that were exceptionally juicy tonight he noted. Why, 
Miz Scully, he thought, I do believe you're getting excited. Of course, 
he was just as bad. Just looking at her, smelling her hot aroused 
female scent was making him harder than ever. In fact, he grimaced as 
he heard the soft ring of the little silver bell on his cock harness. 
That damn bell as got to go, he thought. 

Moving carefully, he unfastening the garter belt and began to slide 
down her stockings. They joined the extra cushions on the floor and 
then he began slowly rubbing the fruit slice over her soft inner thighs 
and licking the juices off. The licking became interspersed with gentle 
nibbles as he moved closer and closer to her wet center. 

He heard her moan as he dribbled a large helping of peach juices and 
cream over the soft red curls and then slid one of the few remaining 
large slices between her wet lips. Reaching down carefully with his 
mouth, he began to lick and nibble at the fruit as he alternately 
pushed and pulled it out with his mouth. Scully's groans grew in 
intensity as he finally drew the remaining sliver out. 

Staring down at her, Walter watched her face as he slowly ate the piece slick 
with her own special liquids. Her eyes widen in rush of desire and lust. Then, 
as he licked the mingled juices from his lips, Scully arched her back 
in sudden need. 

"Oh God. Walter. Don't stop. Don't stop," she moaned. 

Skinner reached over to the bowl again, but all that was left was a few 
peach pits. He quickly put the largest one between his teeth and bent 
down again. He began rubbing the rough surface of the seed pit back and 
forth across her sensitized clit. Little quick circles and then rubbing 
hard up and down, again and again with increasing pressure. 

Scully began panting as her whole pussy trembled in response. "More. Harder. 
Harder," she whimpered as her hands clenched the edge of the chair. 

Skinner was trying to comply when she suddenly reached down and unsnapped the 
clamps on his chest. The rush of blood back to his sensitized nipples caused him 
to lunge forward, butting his mouth hard against her. 

"Yes," she screamed as the orgasm shook her small frame. 

Skinner removed the seed from his mouth and dropped the peach pit back 
in the bowl. He panted himself for a moment as the blood continued to 
rush back into his throbbing nipples. Then he bent back down to her 
cunt and began soothing the sensitive area with gentle sweeps of his 
tongue, lapping up the last of the peach and female juices. 

Delicious Scully cream, he thought. As her tremors finally began to subside, he 
carefully leaned up and touched her face. 

She opened dazed blue eyes to stare at him as he caressed her checks. 
"Well, that certainly counts as one," she whispered, as he carefully 
kissed her. She held his face between her small hands as she slowly 
slid her tongue in his mouth, tasting the peaches and cream mingling 
with her own lingering flavors. 

 "So . . .Now, what's next? Come on. . . What about the rest of the 
evening?" she said firmly as she casually patted him on ass. 

Part 3 
Skinner stared at her slightly dazed. Uh, next? Right. . . well. It was 
awfully hard to think clearly while looking at her lying there on the 
recliner. Her body was wet with peach juice, traces of whipped cream, 
sweat and sex. 

A little K.P. duty Marine, he thought as he staggered to 
his feet and walked to bathroom. He had to concentrate, he decided. 
Slow, steady breathes. But, God almighty he was horny. He'd never done 
anything like that and . . . OK, OK, one thing at a time. 

The bathroom was decadent as the rest of the suite. Miss Lucile had 
sent up extra sets of towels, he noted with a grimace along with bath 
salts, oils, lotions, scented soaps, and two huge fluffy robes. Cool 
marble tile floor, mirrors, a huge Jacuzzi, sit down shower completed 
the spa retreat along with something you didn't see in the States very 
often . . . Skinner suddenly began to grin as an idea occurred to him. 
This could work out just fine he thought as he began to light some of 
the candles and fill the tub. 

Dana was still reclining on the lounge chair as Walter walked back to 
her. 

"Come on, sweet heart. I think you're a little sticky," he said as 
he slid his arms around her. 

The dildo moved inside him as he straightened up and he took an unexpectedly 
deep breath. 

Dana grinned at him as she slid her arms around his neck. "Felt that did you, 
Skinner?" she teased as she began kissing his neck. 

Being careful not to grunt in response, he picked her up and carried her to the 
bathroom. The whirlpool was steaming and bubbling like a hot spring as he gently 
eased her into the warm water. Scully stretched out on her back and floated amid 
the soothing heat and water currents, as he carefully added extra bath oil. 
Southern Gardenia, what else, he noted. 

"No, let me do that babe," he requested as she started to wash her 
still sensitive neck and breasts. He slipped one arm under her neck to 
support her body as she floated contentedly; her eyes closed in the dim 
light. 

Skinner retrieved the sponge with his left hand and slowly began 
to stroke her breasts and down between her relaxed thighs. The scent of 
peaches began to mingle with the heavy floral fragrance as Dana blissed 
out. 

"Come on now. No napping, Scully," Skinner admonished as he gently 
brought her back to a sitting position. 

"Well. . .this is very nice, and I am quite relaxed," Dana acknowledged as she 
leaned forward on her arms placed the edge on the tub. She softly traced the 
leather collar Walter still wore with a damp finger and then carefully edged 
down his chest to his very sensitive nipples. "So now what, stud boy? You going 
to join me in the tub?" 

Skinner simply smiled as he reached down, quickly lifted her out of the 
tub and placed her on the mat. Scully watched in slight bewilderment as 
he patted her dry with a huge fluffy towel. 

"Well?" she asked with a quizzical look.
 
Skinner gestured to the porcelain fixture to in the corner. "If my lady 
would come with me?" he politely requested. 

Scully quirked an eyebrow as she strolled over to it. "Walter, I'm familiar with 
the function of a bidet, but after my bath I hardly think that ...."
 
"Please, just humor me..." Walter asked. 

Scully nodded reluctantly and turned to seat herself. 

"No, facing the wall. Then, lean back against me," he requested. 

Dana gave him one more curious glance, then knelt down and slid her 
thighs forward on the rim. The crouching position was a little awkward 
and her bottom was directly over the sink of the bidet. 

Walter supported her back as he knelt behind her. 

"Like this?" she asked as she leaned back on his muscular chest. 

"Just like that," Walter responded as he reached around her and began 
to carefully adjust the water spray. When the temperature was warm, he 
carefully pushed her to a slightly more vertical position. 

"Oh. . . Oh, my," Dana's eyes suddenly went wide as the spray of water 
began to play across her pussy. 

Walter reached down and carefully parted her cunt lips to allow the warm stream 
to reach her more sensitive parts. 

Scully groaned in response as the water began to push inside her. 

Walter carefully stroked her breasts as she began to tremble. "Yeah, that's it 
babe," he said as he started to nibble on her neck. "Feel that?" 

She began pant and arch her back as water teased her pussy like a phantom lover. 
She wanted more . . . something in her. Skinner began rolling her hard nipple 
between his fingers as she whimpered and twisted. A thin sheen of sweat was 
forming on both of them. 

God, she thought, she was so close. 

Then, he suddenly pushed her upright directly over the fountain as he grabbed 
the faucet and turned the spray on full force. 

Scully shrieked as the extra pressure made the water feel as hard as a cock 
pounding her pussy. 

Skinner could barely hold her down as the spray hammered her clit and entered 
her cunt. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt and that was the last 
coherent thought she had as the first of several hard orgasms shook her 
body. She screamed again and again as the buffeting continued and the 
intense waves swept through her. 

Finally in exhaustion, she collapsed back panting against Skinner's chest as he 
turned off the faucet ending the spray at last. 

"I think we could call that good clean fun," he said with a grin as he 
looked down as the limp petite form resting against his chest. 

 --   End of Chapter 3 --

Title: Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique - Chapter 4 
Author: SeekerOne 
Rating: NC-17. No on second thought, 'bout NC-40+ should do it. Under 
that, I doubt if you can handle it. 
Disclaimers: You think they are mine? You're crazier than I am. Mr. 
Duchovny's lawyers have advised Miss Lucille that the proposed book 
contracts do not offer enough in long term royalties, something they 
are quite familiar with. So she will continue to review her other 
offers. 
Key words: Very kinky sex, smut, southern treats and a little silver 
bell. 
Author's Summary and Comments: Very smutty continuation of the story. 
Scully gets her third and fourth fantasies and Skinner gets reminded 
about who gives the orders this weekend. A thousand thanks to Leelee 
for her carefully beta and equally kinky suggestions and to Texx Rose 
for her encouragement. Couldn't have gotten this far with y'all.  
Feedback: Miss Lucille and her author would just love to hear from you. 
Write and tell us what you think: clueseek@sell.net
Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique Chapter 4  
Satisfaction Guaranteed  
By SeekerOne 
 
Part one 
"Good clean fun?" Dana Scully lifted one eyebrow as she stared at her 
lover as he gently lifted her off the bidet. He was prone to silly puns 
when he was in a playful mood. Maybe part of it was a reaction against 
the highly controlled Assistant Director of the FBI role that he was 
forced to play during the workday. 

But she had to grin at him as he carefully set her on her feet. Although she'd 
removed some of the little "enhancements" they'd started the evening with, he 
still wore a leather harness, a cock ring decorated with a delicate little bell 
and a rather interesting butt plug. God he looked hot. Half the secretaries at 
the Hoover would come in their panties right now if they could see him like 
this, she thought. 

It was just part of the erotic weekend he owed her to make up for a 
string of broken dates. So far he'd come up with two very incredible 
sexual fantasies, one involving fresh peaches and the other the afore 
mentioned bidet. 

All right Walter Skinner, she considered, now let's see what else is going on 
inside that devious, calculating mind of yours. She casually stroked his cock as 
she watched his face for a reaction. Sure enough he breathed in deeply as his 
cock began to stiffen again in appreciation of her touch. She lightly tapped the 
sensitive head with her index finger. 

"Get moving, stud boy. You owe me two more great screaming orgasms. Then, I'll 
think about fucking you. Maybe. If you're good. If you're very good." She 
glanced back over her shoulder as she strolled back into the suite. 

Skinner ground his teeth together as he watched her walk away from him, 
her taunt fanny teasing him. The little redhead was really getting into 
this power trip, he thought. 

Yeah, he'd stood her up a couple of times and he had promised her a weekend of 
"whatever you want, honey" to make up for it. He'd thought surely by now, Dana 
Scully would have forgotten all about his transgressions and settled down for 
some good old fashion screwing. But no, she wanted something more, something 
different, and something that got her off and left him so hard he just ached. 

Much more of this and he'd rip off that damn bell off and slid his cock into 
that dripping little pussy of hers and end this silly game. His bobbing 
cock agreed wholeheartedly with these sentiments but the tinkling of 
the little silver bell on the damn cock harness broke in on his 
thoughts. 

Okay, Walter he thought. Just keep it under control a little 
while longer. Otherwise, she'll never let you forget that you couldn't 
handle her. He took a few more deep breaths as he followed her into the 
living room area. 

Scully was standing on the Oriental rug in front of the fireplace, 
ivory skin glowing in the soft light. Her head was cocked slightly with 
a quizzical look on her face as she rested her hands on her hips. 

"Well?" she asked. 

Skinner rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully as he glanced around 
the room, searching for ideas or really anything that he thought might 
trigger a little erotic fantasy. Since it was still early in the fall, 
the fireplace hearth was decorated with a dried arrangement filled 
seedpods, grasses and OH MY YES, long elegant brown feathers, from a 
pheasant's tail. 

OK, Walter, he decided, Special Agent Dana Scully wanted to tease, he could see 
just how much she could really handle. 

He smiled as he scooped up throw pillows and extra cushions from the sofa 
to make a comfortable nest for her on the floor. A nest, he decided was 
exactly what this little red hen deserved. Gesturing for her to lay on 
the pillows he said, "If mistress would please lie down and close her 
eyes..." 

Scully watched him warily as she composed herself on the tapestry and 
needlepoint pillows. "This had better be good, Walter," she said 
firmly. While Dana liked his submissive tone and posture, but his 
chocolate brown eyes held more than a trace of mischief in them. He 
gently spread her legs apart as he knelt between them. 

"I expect a little more creativity than just going down on me. Keep that in mind 
or I'll warm that butt of yours again And with something more than a hair 
brush this time," she warned. 

He smiled back at her and repeated "Close your eyes." 

Reluctantly, Scully finally leaned back and shut her eyes.

Skinner picked up the discarded sash from her green robe, tossed aside 
early during the lesson in the nutritional value of fresh fruit. He 
leaned up and carefully dragged it up her flat tummy and between her 
breasts, listening to the soft rustle of the silk. Her coral colored 
nipples hardened in response to the soft touch of the fabric. He slowly 
brought the soft belt up over her throat and draped it across her eyes. 

"No peaking," he ordered softly. 

Scully sighed softly and nodded her head. 

He got up to get several feathers from the arrangement and noticed the 
champagne bottle still chilling in the cooler of melted ice. Without 
really thinking about it, he grabbed the bottle and a glass from the 
buffet. After all this was thirsty work and he deserved a little 
compensation, he decided. The crystal flute and the bottle went down on 
the brick hearth as he raided the dried arrangement. 

Three long stiff feathers should just about do it, he thought with a smile. 
Loaded down with his trophies, he returned to kneel again between her 
outstretched legs. His movements were slow and measured. He was constantly aware 
of the plug fit ting snugly in his ass. It rubbed his prostate with each 
movement and increased his excitement. 

She hadn't moved he noted with a smile as he paused to admire her luscious nude 
body. Between the butt plug, cock ring and her constant teasing, she was really 
going to get it. This would ether be the hardest fucking Dana Scully had ever 
had or, he thought ruefully, the quickest.
 
He let silence fill the room until the only sound was their breathing. Then he 
slowly began touching her neck with the tip of a feather. Light, gentle strokes. 
Moving slowly down and now beginning to tease just the tip of her nipples. 

Scully moaned in response as her nipples enlarged and hardened. Then suddenly a 
quick flick across the breast and then back to the soft touch. It was so soft, 
so slight, that she wasn't even sure what it was. But whatever it was, her body 
was responding. 

The teasing touch was incredibly arousing and she felt it flit slowly across her 
abdomen and lightly brush the curls between her legs. Her whole body began to 
throb in response to the delicate touch. It was even more intense because she 
couldn't see. 

As she started to move her hand, she felt her wrist caught and held while a 
husky voice reprimanded her, "Don't move and keep your eyes closed." 

She sighed and nodded. All right Mr. Walter Skinner, she decided, we'll just see 
who gives in first. 

The teasing continued to brush back and forth across her nipples and down to 
explore her navel and then between to sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She 
arched her back and whimpered as it gently touched the lips of her pussy and 
then slipped away. Lord, who every thought something so slight could be so hot? 
She thought. 

She began to flush and pant softly as she stretched her legs further apart. I'll 
be damn if I beg him, she decided. 

Now the light touch was being replaced by something hard and scratching 
that teased her tingling nipples. It felt like a fingernail, but she 
knew it wasn't. It slid down again and the contrast between the two 
sensations was so arousing, she whimpered again. 

Then the light touch was back again, only now it was moving across her pussy. So 
gently that she wasn't even sure it was there. But her cunt was sure. The 
hypersensitive nerve ends began to tingle and then to throb. She felt 
the moisture start to seep out as the touch skimmed across her clit. 

Now she moaned in earnest as the light touches gradually increased in 
strength to gentle taps. The teasing was still so light, but she could 
barely stand it. 

Skinner carefully opened her cunt lips with his large fingers as he vigorously 
applied the tip of the feather. 

Her whole pussy was throbbing now as the feather slipped back and forth, in and 
out, the lightest tickle across her vagina. She arched her back again 
and pushed forward, desperately seeking relief, wanting something, 
anything inside her. Something to fill her, stretch her to the limit, 
instead of this phantom touch. 

Skinner looked down at the writhing figure before him. The scent of an 
aroused Scully was definitely in the air. Who would have thought that a 
couple of feathers and a blindfold could bring the ice queen to this 
state he thought with a grin. 

Well, maybe it's time to cool her off a little he decided, a little wine cooler 
as a matter of fact. As she arched her pelvis up once again to push her pussy at 
him, he grabbed the champagne bottle and poured the last of the ice-cold liquid 
across her hot cunt. 

Scully shrieked as the cold champagne plashed over her burning pussy. 

Skinner immediately dropped the bottle and pulled her thighs apart and 
over his shoulder. He quickly began to lap up the wine from her shaking, 
quivering cunt. 

The contrast between the cold liquid and his hot rasping tongue was almost 
enough to send her off again. She tried to twist away as her knuckles turned 
white gripping the pillows. 

The thrusting tongue was being replaced by little nipping bites and then he 
caught her clit carefully between his lips. Now rolling it back and forth, 
increasing the pressure, until the sensations burst across her closed eyes like 
fireworks. The blindfold slid back forgotten as she 
came again with a load groan. 

Part 2  
It took a couple of minutes for her breathing and heart rate to return 
to normal. Scully looked at the smug figure still kneeling between her 
legs. Damn him, she thought as he slowly licked champagne and sex from 
his lips. She could tell he was just waiting for her to take off the 
leather harness and beg him, "fuck me, Walter." Well her slave boy was 
in for a surprise she decided. 

"So what's the champagne bottle for?" she glanced up at him with an "I Just Dare 
You!" look. 

Skinner stared down at her in disbelief as he lowered her legs back to 
the floor. He was sure she would be begging for his cock by now. He was 
on the verge of pleading himself. His cock was red and bobbed almost 
painfully between them.  He didn't think he could stand much more of 
this. She had better let him fuck her soon or he would rip off the 
stupid bell and take care of his hard-on himself. 

"Well, Skinman?" she demanded arrogantly as she stretched back on the damp 
pillows. She spread her legs wide and arched her back. 

He bit his lip to keep from attacking her hard nipples with his mouth. If he did 
he knew it would be all over and fuck her and that damn little silver bell. 
Walter gulped. Who started this damn game anyway? 

Somehow, he picked up the cool green bottle in shaking hands. 

Scully noted the long tapering neck and licked her lips slightly. Her hips 
rose slightly in anticipation. 

Skinner trailed the coolness of the bottle's long neck down one side of her face 
and then the other. "You're a cruel woman, Dana Scully. Maybe you need to cool 
off a bit." he said in a voice raspy with passion, lingering disbelief and a 
touch of apprehension. 

"Maybe " she replied coolly. 

But her imagination was working overtime thinking of how the bottle would feel 
inside her. The trickle of honey began to moisten her sex again. She shivered as 
he slid the bottle across her breasts and down her flat stomach. 

With gentle fingers Skinner opened her cunt lips and began to rub the 
clit with the cool bottle. Then he slowly slid it in, gliding it easily 
into the wet pussy. 

"That's the first inch," he growled. "I'm going to give it to you very slowly," 
he said as he withdrew it. "You're going to beg for more." 

She moaned in response and arched her back as if trying to meet an 
unseen lover. She caught his leather collar and pulled him down to her. 
Her kiss was just as demanding as her pussy. She opened her mouth and 
began to suck his tongue in time with the thrusts. 

Skinner pulled back slightly from her mouth, panting himself. He knew 
what she was doing, reminding him of her exceptional oral skills, 
hinting that she might be willing to suck something else of his. He 
felt precome dripping from his aching penis. The leather cock harness 
was tight and grasping him like an over eager lover. 

"And, now maybe a little more," he said softly against her ear as he 
nibbled on the sensitive lobe. "Be patient." 

He then began kissing her breasts, his teeth gripping the nipple gently 
stretching it out to its full extent. The wetness of her sex increased as he 
slowly withdrew the bottle again. 

She gasped as another inch pushed its hard and cold way in. The muscles in her 
vagina gripped it like a lover. 

Scully moaned again as his fingers stretched her outer lips open and 
pushed the bottle in up to its neck. 

"God, you're wet. You're almost as hot as I am," Skinner whispered as he slowly 
began to withdraw it again.
 
"Would you like me to make you feel really good?" 

Dana could only nod automatically as she threw back her head with a groan. It 
had been so long since she felt this full. 

"I thought you would," was the soft reply as he began to push it back 
in harder, this time with twisting motion. Thrusting again and again 
with a wet slurping sound against her. He fucked her with the bottle 
like he wanted to fuck her with his cock. 

Suddenly he took her clit and began squeezing it in time with the thrusts. 
Sensations over whelmed her as the orgasm slammed through her trembling body. 
Her body arched up until only her shoulders and feet touched the floor and she 
screamed her release as she bucked against the bottle and Skinner's hand again 
and again. 

Skinner looked down at the exhausted red head collapsed on the pillows. 
Well, he'd done it, he thought as he eased the champagne bottle out of 
her dripping pussy. Four fantasies that had to equal anything she'd 
found in those erotic novels she would never admit she read. And he'd 
kept his part of the bargain. She'd come again and again while he had 
not. It had been close at times. He felt like he had a case of the blue 
balls and lord knows that damn bell had rung so much it sounded like a 
wind chime, but he hadn't come. 

Well, it was his turn he thought as he reached down to undo the straps 
on the cock harness. Nothing would stop him now. He was going to plow 
into her wet pussy so hard she would scream. Then he stopped in shocked 
disbelief. What the hell? Aw shit... No... No Way!

Dana Scully hadn't made a sound since the tremors of her orgasm died 
away. But Walter couldn't quite believe what he heard now. She was 
snoring! Scully had gotten off more times than he could count this 
evening and now she just fell asleep and left him like this? 

Coming Soon - 
Chapter 5 - Fox Hound Training! 
Miss Lucile would love to hear from you 
Write her at clueseek@swbell.net

Title: Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique - Chapter 5 - Fox Hound 
Training  
Author: Seeker One  
Rating: NC-17. No, on second thought, 'bout NC-40+ should do it. Under 
that, I doubt if you can handle it.  
Disclaimers: You think they are mine? Are you messing around with your 
medication again? Miss Lucille is now considering franchising her 
stores to several major Southern cities. Mr. Duchovny has promised 
personal endorsements.  
Key words: Very kinky sex, adult toys and a little discipline for bad 
behavior. 
Author's Summary and Comments: An extremely smutty conclusion of the 
story. Scully and Skinner are recovering from exhaustion and champagne. 
Fox Mulder makes a surprise visit and gets a surprise himself. A 
thousand thanks to Leelee for her carefully beta and equally twisted 
suggestions and to Texx Rose for her encouragement. Miss Lucille is 
sending you both a virtual churn of homemade peach ice cream and a warm 
pecan pie, and a match pair of horny Fox and Walter clones for your 
personal boytoys as a thank-you. 
Feedback: Miss Lucille and her author would just love to hear from you. 
Write and tell us what you think: clueseek@swbell.net 

Miss Lucille's Lingerie Shop - Part 5 Fox Hound Training

The Lingerie Shop Saturday Morning 

The tall man, who looked like a weekend version of a GQ model, strolled 
confidently through the downstairs part of the lingerie shop and headed 
straight for the elevator in the rear of the store.  Fox Mulder had 
been here before with his partner, Dana Scully, and was one of the few 
males who truly loved every minute he was immersed in the sensuous 
world of women's intimate apparel. 

Gales of feminine laughter met him as the elevator opened on the 
"private" floor.  This was Miss Lucille's domain and Fox was quite 
willing to browse the various adult toys and rather unique collection 
of leather goods until she was available to speak with him. 

The five shoppers dominating the showroom looked like they should be in 
the boardroom of a Fortune 500 corporation or lunching at an exclusive 
country club.  St. John's, Farragamo and Channel were the dress code 
for the day, and they probably planned to start with a visit to D.C. 
with the most elegant shops in Georgetown.  However, vibrators, butt 
plugs and nipple clamps had brought out the earthy side of the visiting 
Atlanta belles.  All thoughts of haute couture were put on hold. 

"What do you think of these, Sarah Beth?"  Asked one of the women to 
her shopping partner, holding up an exquisite pair of buttery-soft, 
black leather pants.  

"Well, damn, Cherylynn, it would take two tubes of KY Jelly to get you 
into those things," came the uninhibited reply from her friend.  

"Yeah baby, but just think of all the fun Big Al can have when he gets 
me out of 'em," was the prompt retort.  "Honey, do y'all have these in 
plus sizes?" she asked the slightly scandalized young sales person. 

The long-suffering UVA grad sighed.  For heaven's sake, these women 
were her mother's age.  They weren't supposed to be into sex.  They 
should have over all this by now.  But Miss Lucille had been explicit 
about customer service, so the young lady smiled at Ms. Platinum Card 
and offered to check for the requested 18W size.
  
Turning around, the trio observed Fox Mulder standing by the Queen Anne 
armchair.  "And Lord bless your heart, honey, just wrap up one of them 
for me, too!" Cherylynn called. 

Pretending not to hear, the young sales clerk smiled politely as she 
turned towards him.  "May I help you with something, sir?"  

Fox hurried quickly put down the leather paddle he'd been considering 
and asked, "I was looking for Lucille.  Is she in this morning?" 
 
It figures, thought the sales person, Miss Lucille seemed to collect 
them without even trying.  "I'm sorry, she's out hunting fox." 
 
"Excuse me?" Mulder asked in sudden consternation. 

"Oh you know, riding to the hounds, the tally-ho stuff," was the 
erudite clarification.  

"Oh, of course," Mulder sighed in relief.  Lucille was not really 
someone he wanted after him.  "Perhaps, you can tell me if Miss Dana 
Scully checked in to the spa last night?" he pursued.
  
The liberal arts major was willing to check the guest register while 
she folded up the leather pants.  "Yes, sir.  Would you like me to ring 
her room?  Of course, she and her guest may be having a late breakfast 
in the courtyard." 

Mulder smiled as he turned promptly toward the elevator. "Never mind, I 
know the way.  Oh and get the matching leather bra with the gold 
beads," he advised Ms. Atlanta with a wink.  "Big Al will get so 
excited when he sees you dressed like that, he'll rip them off with his 
teeth!"  

A storm of delighted female laughter and ribald comments followed him all the 
way to the elevator. 

The Courtyard 
The private lush patio was a wonderful place for a brunch. With her 
usual Southern flair, Miss Lucille had created a tropical atrium and 
filled it with flowers, plants, brick walks, goldfish ponds, and quiet 
little secluded areas for couples to have a little snack or just relax 
in each other's company. 

Mulder figured that Scully and "her guest" 
would be enjoying a late breakfast and he want to surprise them.  Or he 
admitted to himself, he'd love to see something he could tease his 
partner about later. Moving quietly toward a private area in the very 
back of the garden, he paused as he heard a familiar voice making a 
poor attempt to not be heard. 

"Oh God, don't stop, babe."  

Surely that gruff tone was Skinner's?  Mulder had heard it often enough to 
recognize it, although the words he heard directed at him were certainly 
different.  

The younger man carefully pulled back the branches of the large 
camellia bush and gasped as he saw the couple on the café table before 
him.  Well, Scully was having breakfast all right. It seems she was 
dining al fresco -- on their boss, and rather enthusiastically too!  In 
fact, she was kneeling between his legs and although her back was to 
Mulder, he knew that she had her hands and her mouth busy on Skinner's 
cock. 

Mulder felt himself harden as he watched Scully's head began to bob up 
and down and heard Skinner groan again.  

"Oh yeah, babe, take it all. Suck me down."  

The soft slurping sounds indicated that she was trying her best to comply.  

Fox couldn't believe his eyes.  This was every porn video he'd collected over 
the years, come to life in front of him.  

Skinner moaned again and Mulder joined in.  His own cock was so hard he 
couldn't believe it.  He quietly unzipped his jeans and reach inside.  
The silken feel of his boxers was almost too much to bear, so without 
really thinking about it, he pushed them down as he continued to stare 
at the couple in front of him. 

Skinner's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed in ecstasy.  

The robe he was wearing was open and Mulder could see the older man's 
well-developed chest as Scully blindly slid a hand up to tease one hard 
nipple.  But what was he doing wearing a leather collar, Mulder 
wondered briefly?  

Skinner began to whimper and pant, as he gently ran hands through the 
red head of the woman with her face in his lap.  "Oh, babe, that feels 
so good."  

Mulder agreed silently as he began to stroke himself in time with his 
partner's movements.  He'd never imagine he'd actually see anything 
like this. 

SRWRAP!  The sound of the whip across his bare bottom came a second 
before the pain.  It was like a line of fire across his butt.  
Shrieking himself, Mulder jumped and turned to face a glaring Miss 
Lucile, still formally dressed in her black riding boots, breeches, and 
shad belly coat with a riding crop in her gloved hand. 

"Oh my God," the two men cried in unison, but for very different 
reasons. 

PART 2 
Several Hours Earlier 

It was midmorning before Scully yawned and stretched in the old fashion 
feather bed, tossing aside the comforter.  She grinned to herself as 
last night's memories replayed as she stared up at the slowly rotating 
ceiling fan.  Well, after all she had challenged Skinner to make up for 
four broken dates during the past month and he had certainly come 
through.  Or rather he hadn't "come" at all.  She had however, with 
four of the most incredible sexual fantasies she'd ever experienced and 
orgasms to match.  

Dana almost giggled to herself as she sat up to look at her voluntary 
sex slave, still restless in his sleep.  Walter S. Skinner had 
surprised and pleasured her quite well, thank you very much, she 
thought as she smoothed out the rumpled lace-edged sheets. 

As if aware of her thoughts, Skinner rolled over on his side and 
mumbled something in his sleep.  

Dana's eyebrow arched up as she heard the tinkle of the little silver bell.  
Then she noticed that the leather harness was still in place.  Well now, that 
meant that he hadn't removed the last of her little toys either.  She smiled 
again at her sleeping lover, leaned over and gently stroked his face.  No, of 
course not.  Mr. I'm the Alpha Male Ex-Marine Assistant Director of the 
Federal Bureau of Investigation wasn't about to give in.  Dana Katherine Scully 
had put them on him, and by god, he'd make her take them off.
  
Dana sat for a minute thinking and then she remembered a conversation 
she'd had with Mulder about huge phone sex bill.  A plan quickly 
developed for a very happy morning.  She almost laughed in anticipation 
as she slid quietly out of bed and headed for the decadent bathroom.  
Given his performance last night, Walter deserved a little tender 
loving care. 

When she slipped back in bed, Skinner was still asleep but had rolled 
over onto his stomach.  Hmm, it seems that the man in question was 
doing his share of tossing and turning.  "Yeah, sexual frustration will 
do that to you, lover," Scully thought.  She debated momentarily about 
tying him the antique four-poster bed, but decided against it.  The bed 
didn't look that sturdy and besides Walter had probably had enough 
bondage for the weekend.  

Moving carefully, she straddled his legs and then gently unhooked the leather 
strap that ran from his collar down the center of his back.
  
"Whass. . ." he began coming immediately out of his restless drowse.   
Old military survival habits died hard. 

"Shh, baby, it's all right," Scully said as she leaned over and scooped 
out a generous portion of body cream from the jar on the night stand.  

"You were so good to me last night.  Let me take care of you this 
morning."  

He grumbled something under his breath about "a pushy cock teaser" as 
she began massaging his back with slow deep sure strokes. 

The smell of Shea butter and herbs started to permeate the room.  
Scully rubbed his neck under the leather collar and then with a grin, 
lowered her voice to a husky growl and launched her own attack.  

"Do you know how hot you made me last night?  When you rubbed peach 
juice on my nipples and started licking it off, I thought I'd come just 
from the feel of your tongue. I swear it tingled all the way down to my 
pussy."  

Skinner groaned in response and arched his neck under her 
probing fingers.  He felt his cock immediately grow hard against the 
soft sheets. 

Her hands slid down his shoulders and she carefully started working the 
knotted muscles.  "Damn, you were so fabulous, baby.  Just watching you 
walk across the room with this leather harness made me wet.  I wanted 
you in me, Skinner," she said as she ran her hands down his spine. "I 
wanted that big, hard cock of yours fucking me.   I wanted to hear your 
balls slap against my ass while you pounded me."  

He started to respond when she again said, "Shh, baby. Just let me 
talk." Her lips followed her hands down his back as she licked and 
kissed him.  She paused to admire his very firm bottom with the leather 
harness still nestled between his butt checks. 

"I'm wet now, stud boy," she said as she lightly slapped his bottom 
with her bare hand.  

Skinner jerked but she quickly kissed the spot.  

"Uh huh. Be still for me." Another stinging swat followed by the wet 
feel of her lips.  

"Did you feel that, Skinman?  Do you know how much I want you in me 
this morning? How much I want you hammering my pussy until I come again 
and again?" 

The spanking was growing more intense, but it was different from last 
night.  Each stroke was followed by a gentle sweep of her tongue or a 
nibble of her lips.  

Skinner whimpered again.  He couldn't believe what she was doing to him as the 
images from last night keep flashing back through his mind.  His butt was on 
fire and it was smarting and burning all the way through to his aching balls. 

Dana began rubbing her wet pussy against his hard thigh. 

He groaned out loud again as she ran her hands over his butt.  

"What a fabulous ass you've got, sweetheart.  Nice and red and oh so hot," she 
said.   

He jumped as he felt her hand slip between his checks "Is it stinging 
yet, babe?" she whispered as she began to manipulate the butt plug 
between slaps.  

His cock throbbed against the sheets as she started to push the dildo in and 
gently pull it out again.  

"How does that make you feel? Are you hot now, too?" with a light 
pressure, she brushed his prostate.  

He bucked back in response as she twisted it again. One last firm swat on his 
ass and she said, "Now roll over and let me see that big beautiful cock." 

Skinner rolled over on his back and stared up at her as she began her 
massage all over again, on his neck and chest. This was the Dana Scully 
of all his wet dreams with her flushed skin and wild tangled morning 
hair.  His cock was sticking straight up and beginning to leak pre-
come. He couldn't remember ever being this hard, even last night.
   
Scully's hands slipped over his chest and she leaned down to lick his 
nipples. 

"Are these still tender, babe?" she asked as Skinner moaned 
and arched his back in response to the wet tongue. "I'll never forget 
how you looked in those little gold clamps and chains." 

Skinner was very sure he wouldn't forget it any time soon either as he 
reached up to pull her toward him for a deep kiss. Their tongues 
caressed each other as Scully reached down to the leather cock harness.  

"I think I've heard this little bell enough for one weekend," she said 
as she deftly unfastened it.  

Skinner nodded in quick agreement as she positioned herself over him.  
God, it would be a miracle if he didn't come the second he was inside 
her. 

Scully grabbed his cock and brushed it against her wet core, coating it 
with her juices.  "See how hot I am for you, Skinner?" she said as she 
slowly buried him inside her. 
 
She was slick and tight and wet and hot and a thousand other things 
Skinner could barely think of as she slowly rose up on her knees again, 
until just his tip was inside her.  

She began to leisurely sink down on him again when he reached up and grabbed her 
hips. Thrusting hard against her, he impaled her in one solid stroke.  
Now it was Scully's turn to moan in arousal.  

"Feel that, little girl?" he demanded in a harsh growl.  "That's what you do to 
me. That's what I've been wanting to do since we walked in this damn nut house."  
He began stroking in earnest as she rode his cock.  

She was stretched so full it was almost painful.  Her clit was throbbing with 
each stroke as she pounded down on him.  Then her wails grew louder as her first 
orgasm swept her, but Skinner had no intension of stopping.  

He tightened his grip on her hips as he hammered again and again into 
her throbbing cunt.  "Ride me, babe.  Ride me hard."  The bed began 
squeaking in time with their thrusts. 

Scully's breasts bounced just out of his reach as she arched her chest 
and leaned back between his legs to grab the handle of the butt plug.  
She started pushing it in and out in time with his pounding.  

Skinner felt every muscle in his body go rigid as she rubbed his prostate one 
last time.  Then, there was a screech like nothing on this earth and a terrific 
jerk that had nothing to do with their sexual activities.  The frame of 
the old bed collapsed with a roar of breaking wood and a million dust 
motes floated in the air.   

The extra motion caused Skinner to ram deep in her and he came harder than he 
could ever remember in his life.  

"Oh my god, Dana," he screamed as his back arched until only his shoulders and 
heels were on the bed.  

"Walter" she echoed as she joined him again in one final incredible 
orgasm before she collapsed on his chest. 

Scully slowly came back to earth with the feel of her lover's hand 
gently stroking her back.  She raised her head from his chest and 
looked around her with dazed eyes. The thick mattress was now on the 
floor, pillows were scattered everywhere, and the bed posts were 
leaning inward like pine trees after a really bad windstorm.    

"Well," she said as she brushed the hair back behind her ear. "I think 
that may be a first."  

Skinner couldn't help himself as he burst out laughing.  He drew her up 
to his lips for a gentle kiss, "Miss Scully, you certainly know how to 
show a man a good time." 

Chapter 5 - Part 3 
Brunch in the Courtyard 

Walter looked down at the head in his lap and moaned softly in 
disbelief.  The morning had started with Scully spanking his ass and 
some exhausting "horse play" that destroyed a huge old four-poster bed.  
They'd finally dragged themselves into the shower and, of course two 
naked wet people with a generous supply of bath oil seemed to lead to 
other things.  Now they had finally sat down in the huge indoor garden 
for a belated Southern brunch and this had happened. 

It was a typical breakfast (if of course, your day's work was to be 
picking six acres of cotton), with heaping servings of grits, bacon, 
eggs, biscuits and all the other foods that generally lead to heart 
attacks.  Scully had leaned over to feed him a part of a buttered 
biscuit with homemade pear preserves, when a large crumb had broken off 
and fallen in his lap.  Maybe if he'd tied the big fluffy terry cloth 
robe a little more carefully, it wouldn't have been quite so tempting.  
But suddenly the next thing he knew, Scully had decided that the best 
way to deal with the mess was to lick off the jam and butter.  Which 
was how she came to be on her knees between his legs, slurping and 
nibbling on his hard cock. 

Skinner couldn't help running his fingers through her soft hair as her 
head began to bob up and down.  If he didn't get out of this mad house 
soon, he'd be walking bowlegged for the rest of his life, he thought.  
Then as Scully wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock 
and then sucked it back down her throat, he decided he really didn't 
care. 

She was gently running her fingers over his tender nipples when he 
moaned aloud. "Oh My God." 

After few yards away, Mulder echoed his moan but for different reasons.  
He just had been indulging in a little innocent voyeurism, when his 
bare ass had been attacked by the working end of Miss Lucille's riding 
crop.  

Well, okay, maybe he shouldn't have been jacking off while watching his boss and 
his partner engage in one of his favorite video fantasies.  But this was a semi-
public place after all. The temptation was just over whelming.  
  
"Look, I can  . . . " he started. 

Unfortunately, Miss Lucille didn't seem to agree with him. "Don't waste 
your breath, boy," she said in a voice that sent shivers down his spine. 
  
"How dare you abuse my hospitality like this?  Get over here," she 
commanded as she quickly began untying her starched white stock and 
pulled it over her neck.  

"Or would you rather I called Dana or Walter over?" She inquired. " I'm 
sure they'll be more than happy to handle this."  

Fox thought about all the times he'd ditched his partner and thoroughly 
infuriated his boss with bogus alien sightings.  No thank you, he'd 
take the irate southern belle any day, he thought.  After all, just how 
dangerous could she be?  A few pouting looks from him and it would be 
all over. 

"And leave those right where they are," she ordered, as Mulder 
started to pull up his jeans.  He stared at her in shock and then 
hobbled over to the stone garden bench she indicated.
 
"Over my knee, right now," she commanded.  He began to kneel awkwardly 
but Lucille reached up and grabbed his t-shirt, forcefully pulling him 
down over her out stretched legs.  

Two very firm white butt checks were just too tempting and she stroked 
one gently with the tip of the riding crop. She leaned over the 
squirming man and whispered in his ear, "I've got a feeling the South 
is going to whip some Yankee ass this time around, boy." 

Scully thought she heard moans and sobs but she was too occupied with 
what she was doing to investigate.  She was busy making Skinner feel as 
good as he'd made her feel last night when he came in her mouth with a 
loud groan. She finished licking his cock clean with a pleased sigh of 
her own and tucked it back inside the robe. 

Scully rested her head in his lap for another moment before climbing to 
her feet, then they both gasp in surprise at the couple walking back 
toward the private suites. 

"Good morning Dana. Walter." Lucille waved with her crop and nodded 
politely as she took aim and laid another stroke on the bare ass of the 
man stumbling ahead of her. 

Walter stared in disbelief at his young agent who was dressed only in a 
t-shit with his hands bound behind him by some sort of white necktie.  
Fox Mulder was sporting an extremely red butt and outrageous erection.
 
Scully grinned and debated with herself for a moment but then decided 
she just couldn't help it. She reached into the pocket of her thick 
terry cloth robe and drew out a souvenir from the night before.  

"Lucille," she called. "You might need this," and casually pitched 
something toward her hostess.  

Lucille laughed as she caught the leather cock harness with the little 
silver bell.  "Thank you, darling. I think I just might." she replied. 

Skinner watched the departing pair and almost felt some sympathy for 
his wayward agent. "I'd say Mulder will have himself quite a weekend," 
he observed.  

Dana nodded as she leaned down for another soft sweet kiss.  "He 
probably deserves every bit of it, too," she responded. 

"Well, now that you've gotten your four fantasies, what next Miz 
Scully?" he inquired as he pulled her on to his lap.

Dana reached back and carefully unfastened his leather collar and then 
held it to her neck. "Maybe you'd like a sex slave for the rest of 
weekend, sir? After all turn about is fore play." 

Skinner chuckled to himself as he fastened the buckle.  Maybe this 
place was so bad after all. 

The End - At least for now