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Title: Panty Dance
Author:mediasavant
Gift Fic For:hedonisticated
Fandom: Chicago
Pairing: Roxie/Velma
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 466
Prompt: Keyword:laundry, give me porn
Summary: Roxie does the wash and comes across a whole new kind of song and dance.
Panty Dance
Roxie was folding Velma's panties. They were nice. Sure not like the rough skivvies Mama assigned her, that's for sure. No, they were satin and lace and real pretty. Classy, though. Not trampy. She let her mind wander to what they might look like on the raven-haired beauty. God, Velma was a looker; no doubt about that. There wasn't no one around when she looked around, so she slipped them into her pocket and kept on doing the wash.
That night in her dark cell, Roxie laid back, thinking about all the times she'd seen Velma today. She pulled those panties from her pocket and brought them to her lips. Man, oh man, were they soft. And they smelled good too. Clean and flowery like that special washing powder. Velma probably smelled like that, too. Clean. Classy. It was easy to let her mind wander in the dark with the crotch of those panties on her lips...her tongue darting out to flick against the seam.
The lights came up and light strains of burlesque music played in the background. Roxie opened her eyes and there was Velma, in those panties and straddling her face. “Don't stop now, blondie,” she grinned, looking down at her between her bare breasts, as she took a drag. She exhaled slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth as she started to sing.
Yeah, she was really cracking up. But somehow she didn't care. She flicked her tongue again, this time against satin that was wet and tasted sweet and salty and didn't smell anything like flowers no more. One finger hooked the crotch so she could pull it to the side and stroke those lips and that clit to the beat of the dirty tune Velma crooned, rocking her hips in time. It wasn't long before Roxie pushed her fingers inside her idol...just when she took the bridge. Golly...she was a born performer.
After she came, leaving Roxie's mouth wet and hungry for more, Velma moved down to change key and grind against her. Holy-Moly, it was like getting fucked by a fella...but without the dick. She moved back against her, those panties gliding across her bare sex as she gasped for breath. How Velma never missed a note, never missed a word...she was one to look up to, that was for sure. Roxie was so close, so close and reached down to hold Velma's satin-covered ass, pulling her tight to her as she came just as the last strains of trombone faded away.
The song was over and she was alone in the cell. Alone as always. Alone with Velma's classy satin and lace panties wadded into a hard ball between her legs, soaked with...well...
She'd be doing laundry again anyhow.
Author:
mediasavantGift Fic For:
hedonisticatedFandom: Chicago
Pairing: Roxie/Velma
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 466
Prompt: Keyword:laundry, give me porn
Summary: Roxie does the wash and comes across a whole new kind of song and dance.
Panty Dance
Roxie was folding Velma's panties. They were nice. Sure not like the rough skivvies Mama assigned her, that's for sure. No, they were satin and lace and real pretty. Classy, though. Not trampy. She let her mind wander to what they might look like on the raven-haired beauty. God, Velma was a looker; no doubt about that. There wasn't no one around when she looked around, so she slipped them into her pocket and kept on doing the wash.
That night in her dark cell, Roxie laid back, thinking about all the times she'd seen Velma today. She pulled those panties from her pocket and brought them to her lips. Man, oh man, were they soft. And they smelled good too. Clean and flowery like that special washing powder. Velma probably smelled like that, too. Clean. Classy. It was easy to let her mind wander in the dark with the crotch of those panties on her lips...her tongue darting out to flick against the seam.
The lights came up and light strains of burlesque music played in the background. Roxie opened her eyes and there was Velma, in those panties and straddling her face. “Don't stop now, blondie,” she grinned, looking down at her between her bare breasts, as she took a drag. She exhaled slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth as she started to sing.
Yeah, she was really cracking up. But somehow she didn't care. She flicked her tongue again, this time against satin that was wet and tasted sweet and salty and didn't smell anything like flowers no more. One finger hooked the crotch so she could pull it to the side and stroke those lips and that clit to the beat of the dirty tune Velma crooned, rocking her hips in time. It wasn't long before Roxie pushed her fingers inside her idol...just when she took the bridge. Golly...she was a born performer.
After she came, leaving Roxie's mouth wet and hungry for more, Velma moved down to change key and grind against her. Holy-Moly, it was like getting fucked by a fella...but without the dick. She moved back against her, those panties gliding across her bare sex as she gasped for breath. How Velma never missed a note, never missed a word...she was one to look up to, that was for sure. Roxie was so close, so close and reached down to hold Velma's satin-covered ass, pulling her tight to her as she came just as the last strains of trombone faded away.
The song was over and she was alone in the cell. Alone as always. Alone with Velma's classy satin and lace panties wadded into a hard ball between her legs, soaked with...well...
She'd be doing laundry again anyhow.