Next up is Tommy and they’ve got him shirtless, in tight low slung jeans, leaning back in a chair, with his foot propped up on a crate, looking down at his guitar and his head cocked to the side. He’s got a serious, but sultry look. I’m not sure about these sexy poses, but Emily and Kyra seem fine with it. Ash nudges me and motions me with his head to walk where we can talk privately.
Standing with his legs spread and his arms crossed, he looks over the top of his glasses, with a look of displeasure. “What the hell are they doing? I thought this was supposed to be a music video, not a sex shoot.” He’s uncomfortable and definitely not impressed.
I laugh and hug him, while patting his cheek. “Chill out Dad. It’s called publicity. Besides, Emily and Kyra seem to be fine with it.”
We stay at the studio the better part of the day, and when the shooting wraps up the guys are ushered off to the bus to bring them back to the hotel. They go in the back entrance, since there are fans in the lobby. It seems like their fan base is growing by the day.
I’m sad that we’ll be leaving in the morning and they will be off to yet another destination. I just can’t wait until we’re all home for the holidays. By Christmas we’ll have a grandbaby and new reasons to celebrate. Ash said that he would love to have Christmas at our new condo in Houston, and I’m looking forward to it.
The flight home is sad and I’m gonna miss our guys, but up next is the trip of a lifetime. Ash and I are headed to Paris. I’m going to make damn sure that his birthday is something to remember.
Passport? Check. All packed? Done. Excited? YES.
It’s finally Wednesday, June 12th, 5:10pm. Flight 667 from Chicago O’Hare to Paris. Our flight, Ash said is going to be 8 hours and 10 minutes. I’ve never been on a flight over 2 hours. Another first for me. What do you even do on an 8 hour flight? I’ve downloaded books onto my Kindle, and will resolve to get some good reading done. Lainey gave me the name of an author she’s just read named Diane Rinella, and sent me the link to her trilogy, which is perfect. I consider myself a quick reader and love books written in a series! Before they make us turn off our phones, I check in with my Lainey and tell her I’ve downloaded the books. “Mom, I gotta warn you it’s a very controversial subject, but her books are amazingly well written and you’ll love them. Let me know what you think.”
Once on the plane, sitting in business class, we settle in. Ash playfully puts his forehead to mine then looks at me, smiling, “Liv, I can’t wait to show you Paris. It’s the most romantic city in the world and I promise honey, I’ll show you every damn corner of it. I’ve got lots of surprises planned and you won’t be disappointed.”
I plant a huge kiss on his lips. “I’ve got my own surprises planned as well. I can’t wait Ash.”
He looks at me with a questionable look on his face. “Surprises for me?”
“I’ve been known to throw a few too, Mr. Harper. Just you wait.” I bite my lip and giggle, as I think about the surprise I have planned for him.
I read, snuggle, read some more, listen to music and in no time, we land in Paris. I’d fallen asleep and Ash nudges me awake. “Honey, wake up sleepy head. We’re landing shortly.”
I gaze out and watch the plane land. Anticipation and excitement are boiling over, and I must look like a kid in a candy shop.
We arrive at 8:20am, Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. My heart is racing, as Ash ushers us off the plane to get our luggage. We’re met by a driver, who takes our bags and escorts us to a beautiful Phantom Rolls Royce limousine, complete with Hermes detail. This is just incredible. I’ve never in my life been inside of a Rolls Royce, much less a designer series. I’m excited, as I jump into Ash’s arms, wrapping my legs around him. “Ash this is so…” He cuts me off mid-sentence, by twirling me around and looks at me lovingly, “Liv, this is so you.” He brushes my hair back from my face and looks at me with those oh so sexy eyes. “I want to show you Paris first class honey. Everything we’ll be doing is gonna be over the top and I just hope you love it.”
I plant little kisses playfully all over his face, as the driver watches, grinning.
“This city is as beautiful as you are, Sunshine. I want you to savor every moment, take it all in and know that every single thing I have planned is to make you happy.” He sets me down, as the driver stands patiently by the car door, then bows as he helps me inside.
The drive to the Four Seasons George V Hotel is magnificent. Ash sits lengthwise in the seat and positions me to sit at the other end, facing him. There is champagne for us in the limo and we toast to us. With our feet touching, he hands me a glass, then taking his own says “Liv, this is to us to the life we’ll share. To the woman who completes me, in every single way.”
I put my fingers to my quivering lips, as he continues, “You’re everything to me and I love you so damn much. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my soul mate and thank you, for being the woman everyone envies.” We toast our glasses and I have tears in my eyes.
“Ash, I love you with every breath I have and I hope you realize that. You are the sexiest, most wonderful man and I have to thank you for loving me. My life was so crazy and messed up, but you found me. Somehow, you rescued me, gave me life, gave me breath and I swear on my life, I owe you everything.” I move toward him and lay my head on his shoulder. “Liv, let’s just have a good time, forget all the problems we have and let me show you how much you mean to me. Are you down for that?”
I nod; I’m so ready for this.
We check in, and our suite has a breathtaking view of the city. We’re treated like royalty and I’m bursting with excitement…ready to set out and see this magnificent city. Ready, until Ash insists that I take a nap. He takes my hand and leads me to the bed, while pulling the covers back. “We’ll have plenty of time to do sightseeing, Sunshine. You need to take a little nap. We’re booked on a Seine River cruise this evening and…” He looks over his glasses at me, “And you need to be rested.”
The dinner cruise is on the yacht called The Don Juan II and we’re treated to a gourmet, six course tasting meal, complete with champagne. We cruise by the Eiffel Tower and I’m in awe. On the deck with our champagne glasses filled, we toast, to us. “Liv, this is just the first of many surprises I’ve arranged for you. Each day we’re here, I’ve got something planned with you in mind. This is all for you.” He pulls me close and with his lips, tenderly kisses my ear, and then plants small kisses down my neck. I shiver at the chills, the sensation his lips bring, and giggle like a giddy teenage girl.
The next morning, bright and early, we’re picked up by a private tour car and taken to Notre Dame. Next stop is lunch at a beautiful quaint little bistro.
That evening, Ash has arranged for a private VIP tour of The Louvre. A private tour? Are you kidding me? How is this even possible? I walk through this amazing museum and attempt to take it all in. So many beautiful works of art are on display, for the world to see. I’ve read about The Louvre, but to actually experience it is breathtaking. With so much to see, we spend the whole evening as spectators. Once back in our room, I tell Ash how much I love him for giving me this trip. Everything he has planned is perfect and I don’t want this to end. I could live here happily ever after.
The next day, which is Ash’s birthday, I want to give him an early birthday gift. As he’s peacefully sleeping, I move my hand to stir the Giant. He rouses smiling. “Mornin Sunshine. Are you trying to stir up trouble down there? I may be a year older, but I’m definitely in the mood for a little trouble.”
I have to laugh, “Mornin one year older man. I love it when you get stirred up. Happy Birthday. I’ve got a super surprise planned for you tonight, but first I want to give you a little teaser.”
“I love teasing. Whatcha thinking of?”
I slither down and take the Giant into my hand. He’s accepting of my touch and moves his hips, pushing into my grip.
“God Liv, I think today is going to be a marathon for me. Let’s make it an all d
ay and night affair.”
I giggle, as I slide down his happy trail, on my way to give him his first gift of the day. He throws his head back and breathes out through his mouth. “Liv, honey do you want me to go inside you?”
I shake my head. “Not on your life. I’m driving, you’re riding shotgun, so just lay back and enjoy.”
Passionately writhing in pleasure, as he moves my head up and down, he groans as I bring him to an incredible climax. Spent from the sensation, his legs go limp and I lay my head on his stomach, smiling.
“Well, Happy Birthday to me!” He laughs.
“Ummm yes Ash. Happy Birthday to you. I sure do love you, birthday boy.”
He tells me to get showered and dressed, because he’s planned a full day of pampering for me at the hotel spa. He says I’ll be exfoliated, massaged, and treated like a queen. I’ve no doubt that he’s planned out every detail, down to the mani and pedi.
“Since you’ll be enjoying yourself for the next 7 hours, I’m going to go shopping. There are a few things I need to get. My plan is to come back up here and get ready for dinner. You just relax and let them pamper you, Liv. You deserve it, and I’ll be waiting when you get back.” He sends me off with an incredibly sexy kiss and tells me he’ll be thinking about me all day.
The day is nothing short of bliss, its sheer perfection, from the time I step into the spa. I’m excited about the surprise I have planned for Ash tonight and in my mind I’m going over and over my striptease routine. I don’t consider myself overly sexy or extroverted, but Rayna has given me every confidence I think I’ll need.
As I lay on the table getting my massage, my thoughts wander back to the first day I walked into Rayna’s striptease classroom and I smile, as I remember our first meeting. I was scared to death, not knowing what to expect. I laugh to myself, as I remember our ‘getting to know each other conversation’. She wanted me to tell her why I wanted to learn how to striptease and what Ash was like. Her raspy voice spoke to me with a raised eyebrow, “So, tell me about your prince charming, hun. Does he have an impressive package?”
“Huh?” I asked, with a stunned look.
She laughed, as she put her hands on her hips and looked me in the face, “Well duh! His goods, for God’s sake. Does he have a big cock? Is he a good lover?”
I giggled when I realized what she was doing. She was trying to take the edge off and get me to open up. “Yes, he has a very impressive package.” I shake my head, “Very much so.”
Holding her arms out, she looks down at my purse, “You got a picture of him?”
Beaming, I pulled out my phone and showed her a picture of Ash up on the stage singing to me.
She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, “Wow. He’s fucking gorgeous. He looks like that guy in Bull Durham.” She laughed, as she sashayed over to her desk. “Okay then lucky lady, let’s get that cute little body conditioned and teach you some moves, so you can get a rise out of him.”
I was like a sponge, absorbing all she was saying, as she explained all the ins and outs of stripping. The goal, she told me, was to tease and be relentless with it - to the point of it being a cat and mouse game.
“As soon as he wants to touch, you back off and tease some more.” She explained. “Your goal, my dear is to make him wild with desire and if you pay attention to what I’m teaching, you’ll be an expert in no time.”
I worked hard and was serious in my resolve to successfully complete the course with flying colors. Whenever Ash wasn’t around, I would practice in front of a mirror. Rayna told me that I needed to put on music and practice whenever I could, since I didn’t have too long to learn. That’s exactly what I did.
Once I’d successfully completed the course and ‘graduated’, Rayna gave me an expensive beautiful pair of black crotchless panties, a bra with the nipples cut out, and an erotic little black lace mask.
She popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and we toasted to my ‘A’ in her class. She raised her glass, “Olivia, I’m so damn pleased. In just a few short weeks, you’ve successfully learned the art of strip tease. You’ve done amazing girl.” She walked in a circle around me, rubbing her chin, while assessing my body, “Look, you’ve got a hot little body and I expect you to use it to drive your guy wild. Just remember that you’re never too old!” We clinked our glasses and I was on cloud nine. She set her glass down and placed her hands on her desk. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She winked then asked. “How old do you think I am?”
“I have no idea...thirty eight, forty?” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
She threw her head back, laughing heartily. “I’m fifty three fucking years old!”
I hadn’t even thought about her age. What amazed me about Rayna is that she was so comfortable in her own skin. She was heavy set, pretty and just exuded self-confidence.
She pointed her finger at me, shook her head and smiled proudly. “Trust me, his dick is gonna be so hard and screaming to get inside of you. Remember to use those hips, and don’t forget to touch yourself while you’re dancing.”
I rolled my eyes apprehensively, as she put her hands on my shoulders, shaking me. “Yes, I said touch yourself. I know you said you have a hard time with that, but trust me, guys love it. It’s probably one of the most erotic things.” She grinned, as she simulated touching through her clothes and we both laughed. “Play with those breasts honey, tug on your nipples, lick your lips and dance your little ass off.” Pushing me towards the changing room, she patted my behind and gave me a whoo hoo. “Now give me a run through. Go change into your outfit and I’ll get the music cued up.” She turned around on her heels and gave me a wink. “Oh and by the way, I’ve got the absolute perfect song for you. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and research for the perfect ‘Olivia does her first striptease song’, since you’re a bit older, like me.” She held her arms out and had an affectionate smile, “And I don’t mean that in a bad way. You’re probably not into the hip hop stuff, so I figure ya can’t go wrong with a little Marvin Gaye A Funky Space Reincarnation. It’s an incredibly sexy song and I think it’s perfect for Ash’s birthday.”
As I danced for her, she kept nodding and encouraging me. She twirled her finger, “That’s it. Turn around and shimmy your little ass in his face. Bend down and grab your ankles. Look through your legs at him, if you can.” She bent down and demonstrated alongside me, hiking her ass up. “Throw him a sexy little wink. Shake that ass and pump it up and down like this.” Dancing in unison, she looked over at me, “Remember this is a game, Olivia. He can look, but he can’t touch. You want to see that wild fire in his eyes.” When I finished, she pumped her fist in the air, “You’ve got it down. I just wish I could be a fly on the wall when you give this wonderful gift to him. Trust me, he’s gonna love it. What an incredible birthday present.” She pointed her finger at me, shaking her head, as she burst out laughing. “Feel it when you dance. Feel the instruments and feel the beat. Jesus! I’m so damn proud of you.”
I smiled, showing my teeth, as she patted my head, “You’ve got a guy who loves you and stripping is the ultimate gift. Just have fun and go with it. He’ll love it.” She gave me a huge hug, and made me promise to report back and to stay in touch. I’m so thankful to have had such a great teacher. I can do this!
I shake my head, as my mind drifts back to the present and I’m feeling the skillful hands that are massaging me, as my body tingles with relaxation. Soft music is playing, but I’m having a hard time relaxing. My mind is thinking about tonight and hoping Ash will like my gift to him. I’m anxious and sensing that, my masseuse laughs, speaks to me softly, “Mademoiselle, you are very tense. Let go of your thoughts and relax please.” He places his finger on my neck and lightly pushes, “You need to clear your mind and succumb to the pleasure of massage.”
He’s right. I’m not in the right frame of mind. I need to stop thinking and take this remarkable experience in.
After the massage and body waxin
g I have an enjoyable lunch. I’m then ushered into the hair salon, where they give me a stylish cut and blow dry. I’ve put myself at the mercy of the stylist, who does his magic. Seemingly pleased with his work, he claps his hands and helps me out of the chair. “Mademoiselle, you look so lovely. Are you pleased, I hope?”
I am pleased beyond words, as he kisses my hand and escorts me to get my makeup applied. In a very sexy French accent, he reassures me, “You are going to be very happy. They will apply your makeup.” He tilts his head to the side and looks at me from the corner of his eye, “I have to say though, not much is needed Ma Belle. You are a natural beauty. Monsieur Harper will behold his beautiful woman very soon!”
When my spa day is complete, I’m escorted back to my room, champagne in hand, by a spa employee. As I stuff a significant wad of cash into her hand in appreciation, she is beaming with excitement, “Vous jolie dam merci!”
As I open the door to our room, I turn around and extend my hand to her. “I want to thank you and your staff so much for the most amazing day. I’m forever grateful.”
She nods, bows, and waits for me to enter. I circle around the entry table beholding the beautiful abundant floral arrangement waiting for me, along with a bottle of wine in a fancy wine bucket.
I put my purse on the table and look around the room. “Ash?” I call out.
No one answers and I notice a card on the flowers. I pick it up and read, as I smile, ‘My darling Liv, if you’re reading this, I’m still shopping. Open the wine, pour yourself a glass and relax. I’ll see you very very soon. ILY! AH’
I take a glass of wine and go into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I’m positively stunned at what they’ve done for me today. I’m relaxed, revived, cut, styled and made up to perfection. I even opted for red nails and toes, which are totally out of the box from my normal neutral color choices.
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