The Gift
Jenna Johnson was excited. Her husband Val and two-year-old son Rome were away this weekend on a new-age, father/son bonding, something or other. She hadn't bothered paying attention to all the specifics. She just knew that they wouldn't be home until late Sunday afternoon and that suited her fine.
The Dancing with the Stars pro moved about her beautiful, expansive home purposefully. She'd invited her long-time best friend Lindsay Arnold to join her for brunch and gossip by the pool. Lindsay was due to arrive between 11 and 11:30. That would give the slim brunette several hours to prepare her surprise. Rinsing the dark blue smoothie residue from her glass, Jenna placed it in the dishwasher and glanced at the kitchen clock. 8:30.
"She'll be here anytime now" the blue-eyed beauty mused to herself. "I'd better give myself a final once-over." Moving to the bedroom she shared with her husband, Jenna opened the walk-in closet door and stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung there. She was wearing cream-colored shorts, a tight, aqua blue tee shirt and of course, the necklace. Making sure it was outside the neckline and front and center, the pretty dancer massaged it between her slim fingers and smiled. "Here's hoping it's everything the old Gypsy said it would be."
At that moment the doorbell chimed and brought Jenna back to the here and now. Anxious and her heart pounding, the 30-year-old raced down the spiral staircase on bare feet and almost fell on her face at the front door. Licking her lips nervously, the blue-eyed beauty planted a bright smile on her face and swung open the door.
"Hi, Jenna. It's so good to see you." DWTS alum Cheryl Burke hugged the younger woman tightly as she entered her home, and the door closed behind her. "I hardly ever get to see anyone, anymore since I left the show. I was starting to think you guys didn't like me anymore." Both women laughed as Cheryl followed her friend to a garden room and got comfortable on the overstuffed sofa in the sitting area. The dark-brown-haired dancer turned podcaster was wearing denim jeans with a white, men's button-down shirt that was just a little too big for her.
"Well, thanks for coming Cheryl. I really appreciate it. I've listened to your podcast, and I think you might be able to help me. I mean, REALLY help me." Jenna was playing with her necklace now, gently swaying the sparkling crystal and letting it turn in lazy circles. She was in the perfect spot for the gem to catch the early morning, LA sunshine streaming in. "See, I have this problem." Jenna was speaking almost in a whisper now, her tone musical as the brilliant, explosions of light raced in all directions over Cheryl's face.
"Uh, help?" The older woman was starting to lose her train of thought, struggling to find the right words with her dark-brown eyes fixed on the stone entrancing her. "My help? Me? I...why am I here, again?" Jenna could hardly contain her glee. This was working far better than the withered crone had led her to believe. She would have paid her three times as much.
"Can you hear me, Cheryl? Do you know who I am?" Jenna discretely slipped the jewel back under her shirt as it appeared her former costar was indeed deeply under her control. Not only was her stare blank, but she was also drooling.
"Jenna. You're Jenna. We danced together." The shapely 40-year-old was slowly starting to lean forward, her unrestrained, 40C breasts showing themselves tucked inside the growing expanse of down blouse.
Giggling, the younger woman answered "That's right. On Dancing with the Stars. Good girl." Jenna squirmed a bit, her mind exploding with ideas of what to do first with her newly found power over her former fellow dancer. "Um, it's kind of warm in here Cheryl, don't you think? Hot even. How about taking your clothes off?"
"It is very warm, yes. But that wouldn't be right, would it?" The DWTS alum was expressionless as saliva dripped and spotted the fabric of her shirt. "Would you mind?"
The slim, athletic dance pro leaned back into the pillows and flashed her biggest smile. "Not at all, Cheryl. In fact, I think deep down you'd prefer to be naked, wouldn't you? You have a very sexy body. Why not be proud and show it off?"
Standing, Cheryl began dutifully unbuttoning her shirt while facing the woman 10 years her junior. "I do want to be naked" she agreed. "Thank you for not minding my getting comfortable." With her quivering, creamy breasts exposed, the exotic beauty began sliding her jeans down over her curvy hips to the cool, tiled floor. The tiny panties she'd worn joined them shortly after. Her sandals at the very bottom of the pile, Cheryl stepped out of the heap and joined Jenna back on the sofa.
"There now" encouraged the blue-eyed seductress. "Isn't that better? But I have an idea. Why not open your legs. Spread them really wide and let your holes get a nice airing out. Don't you think that's a good idea Cheryl?" To put a point on her suggestion, the sexy brunette was nodding to enforce the idea.
"Um, I'm not sure" Cheryl hesitated. "That's a pretty private area, down there. I shouldn't just show everything off like that, should I? Wouldn't it be rude?" The retired dancer was sitting with her knees together, bare size 6 feet on the floor and upper body turned slightly to face her hostess. She made no effort to cover her hard nipples or bare, flat stomach.