Chapter 94

The girls were in the kitchen making dinner when the bell rang. Stacey opened the door.

“Chey, its for you honey!”

Stacey’s smile almost went around her head.

A deliveryman was standing at the door with a huge box, waiting for Cheyenne to take it and sign it off. Cheyenne signed, took the box gave him a tip and closed the door.

‘Mr. Bon Jovi is missing his lady!”

‘Oh shut up will ya!” She took the bow off and threw Stacey with it. Stacey giggled and side stepped.

She opened the box….

Black satin and lace nighties and a matching robe were neatly folded in the box. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. Cheyenne smiled and her cheeks flamed, a black suspender belt and mid thigh black stockings were neatly folded in the tissue paper.. half a dozen thongs…and a little note from the man himself.

I could visualize your gorgeous body in it…. I can just see you dancing for me in it ..will you baby, dance for me?

The thongs are well…for the others I ripped.. don’t know how long they will last..

See you Friday and be ready for a long sweaty night…

J

Oh my God…dance for him?

Cheyenne felt the familiar heat spreading in her panties.

“Now what do we have here..ooooohh…shit Chey…isn’t that a sexy set of nighties..what does that rocker have in mind for you?”

“I don’t know but I’m sure as hell gonna find out on Friday!”

“C’mon spill it gal…how is mr. Bon Jovi in bed…I wanna know! On a scale of one to ten…”

“Ummmm 25?”

Stacey’s eyes widened and she threw her head back, laughing so hard Cheyenne thought she’s going to pass out.

“What is so funny,Stace?”

“Oh my god you should have seen your face…So he’s that damn good? SHIT ..now tell me how big is he in the package department?’

‘Oh for God sake Stace!! What the matter with you? I’m not going to tell you that!”

“It’s me Chey…we tell each other everything..c’mon!”

“Let’s just say he is definately not a second grader…”

“So the stories he’s been throwing around is a bunch of bullshit?”

“Oh yeah…definitely!”

“You lucky little bitch! Well I can’t complain but Wayne is more like a third grader. But he keeps me happy.”

“Gal…Jon does more than keep me happy, he keeps me ecstatic! And filled up…”

Cheyenne’s giggle passed on to Stacey and there they stood in the kitchen giggling like a bunch of school girls.