“What do you think?”

Jon sat up straight in his chair at Cate’s quiet query.  His jaw dropped and he stared as his wife moved slowly toward him, from the dressing room.  He drew in a deep breath as he felt a surge of heat in his groin.  “Wow,” he replied huskily. 

Cate giggled softy at his reaction.  When she had seen this outfit hanging on the rack with the others Mena had selected her immediate reaction was negative.  But once she put it on and looked in the mirror she felt like a complete Rock Star.  A very sexy, very naughty one. 

At that moment Cate realized how Jon must feel in his stage clothes.  She had always teased him about being vain in his wardrobe selections, about being a bit of a clotheshorse.  But standing in front of him in this daring, revealing outfit, she totally understood.  She was completely turned on by her husband’s lusty reaction to her appearance.  She was certain Jon got that same euphoric rush when he stepped out on the stage in those tight pants and shirts he knew would drive his female fans wild.

“Does that mean you like it?” Cate smirked coyly and batted her lashes.  She cocked one hip to the side and placed a hand on her waist, posing for him.

Jon’s mouth watered as he drew his gaze up her bare legs to the hem of the short black miniskirt.  The supple leather garment ended high on her thigh, revealing plenty of taut flesh to his stare.  He grinned as his eyes traveled up to her torso, which was covered by a long, shaggy fall of jet-black faux fur, belted by a black leather tie at her waist.  The vest was daringly cut, showcasing Cate’s toned arms and shoulders and revealing the soft skin of her sides from her underarms to her waist.

“Hell yeah.  That’s the best one yet.”  Jon grinned.  “Even if it does look like you’re wearing Cousin Itt draped around your neck.”

Cate tossed her head as she laughed at his tease.  The movement made her dark chestnut mane ripple slightly, her thick locks slipping forward over her shoulders to mingle with the long shag of the vest.  Jon growled softly as his dick pushed eagerly against his fly.  “Turn around,” he ordered huskily.

Cate gave Jon a wink, then slowly revolved to reveal her first her side, then her nearly-nude back.  Jon groaned appreciatively as he ogled her leather-clad ass and her bare back.  His eyes traced over the narrow leather strap that circled her waist, the only thing holding the faux fur stole in place over her breasts and abdomen.  At the sound of Jon’s approval, Cate looked back over her shoulder and gave him a sultry smile.

“Cousin Itt, huh?” she repeated his remark with a smirk.  “Really?  Addams Family?”

“Yeah, you make Cousin Itt look damned hot.”  Jon grinned at Cate for a moment.  “Do you like it?”

Cate turned back around to face Jon and stepped closer to him.  As she leaned forward to take the half-empty champagne glass from his hand Jon got a clear eyeful of her cleavage, the swell of her breasts only minimally contained by the skimpy vest.  She straightened and took a sip from the glass, then nodded.  “I do.  I feel… sexy.”

“Well you sure as Hell look sexy,” Jon agreed.  “But then again, you’ve looked sexy in everything you’ve tried on.”

Cate sighed.  “Thanks, Baby.  But I just don’t know which ones to choose.  They’re all so amazing, such beautiful pieces.  All of Ken’s stuff… every garment feels like it was made just for me.”

Jon reached for Cate’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “Then don’t choose.  Take them all.”

Cate’s eyes widened, then she shook her head.  “No, Baby, you don’t have to do that.  I can’t…”

Jon rolled his eyes and chuckled.  After all this time together Cate was still self-conscious about spending his money.  “Baby…”  He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of her hand before dropping his voice to a mock whisper.  “We can afford it.”

Cate blushed and smiled sheepishly.  She hesitated for a moment before replying in a small voice.  “Really?”

“Really.  I want you to have it all.”  Jon leaned to look around Cate, toward the dressing room where their personal assistant stood silently watching and waiting.  “Mena, you have done a fantastic job.  We’ll take the lot.”

Mena nodded, her smile broadening at the thought of her commission for this special sale.  “Very good, Mr. Bongiovi.  Shall I have it sent ‘round to your residence tomorrow, or would Mrs. Bongiovi like me to box it up to take with you tonight?”

“You can have it sent over tomorrow.”  Jon smiled at Cate and gave her another once-over.  “But there is one thing, Mena.”

“Yes, Sir?”

Jon nodded at Cate’s bare feet.  “I believe we are missing some shoes to go with this outfit.  If I recall correctly there is a pair of purple suede platform pumps downstairs on the display?  I’m pretty sure my wife was drooling over them when we were here for the Benefit last night.”

“Yes, we do have those in stock.  Size eight, correct?”  Mena moved closer and waited for Cate’s reply.

Cate blushed at Jon’s comment, remembering his offer to buy them on the spot the previous evening.  “Yes.  Thank you.”

Mena nodded.  “Let me retrieve them from the stock room.  Are there any other shoes you fancy?”

Jon laughed.  “She fancies ALL of them.  Believe me.”

“No, just those, thank you,” Cate answered hurriedly.  She was already so overwhelmed by Jon’s wonderful gift that she felt almost guilty adding to the bill.

“Very well.  Mrs. Bongiovi, please enjoy some refreshments while I retrieve the shoes.  I will return in a moment.”  Mena gave Cate and Jon another warm yet professional smile before turning and heading for the elevator.

Taking advantage of their privacy, Jon pulled Cate down onto his lap and nuzzled at her throat.  He immediately sputtered, then chuckled when the long fur from the vest stuck to his cheeks and lips.  “Damn, Baby.  That fur thing you’re barely wearing is sexy as Hell.  You’ve got me so fucking hot, watching you strut around in all those tight, sexy clothes.”

Cate chortled and dropped her mouth to Jon’s for a sultry kiss.  “I know.  I saw you fidgeting around on that chair.  Jeans getting a little tight, are they?”

Jon nodded and groaned playfully against her lips.  “Yeah.  Superman wants to come out of his phone booth.”

“Mmmm.  Well, I guess he gets to when I dress you up next, huh?”

“Yep.  But he ain’t gonna want to go back in.  Some of those pants Mena picked out look damned tight.  May need a little assistance in… um… reining him in.”  Jon smirked dirtily.

“I’m sure we can come to some solution.”  Cate giggled softly and reached again for Jon’s champagne glass.  She drained the remainder of the bubbly in a long swallow, then set the glass on the table before wrapping both her arms around Jon’s neck.  “Baby, thank you so much for this wonderful gift.  I’m just blown away.  It’s… amazing.”

Jon smiled and rubbed his nose playfully against hers.  “You’re very welcome, Baby.  I’m just glad I could come up with something original, rather than the usual.  Guns or jewelry.” 

Cate laughed softly at his reply.  “Hey, I love my Ruger.  That was an awesome birthday gift.”

“Yeah, but somehow firearms don’t quite convey the ‘Merry Christmas’ sentiment.”

Cate grinned and nodded in agreement.  “That’s true.”  She gazed into Jon’s shining blue eyes for a long moment.  “You know, before I met you I rarely wore this kind of stuff.  I don’t think I’d been in a pair of heels for years.  Then you came along and turned my world upside down.  Made me start acting all girly and stuff.”

Jon chortled at her tease.  “Baby, I’m not sure ‘girly’ is the word I’d use to describe you.  But ‘sexy,’ definitely.  I just helped you remember how to be a woman, that’s all.”

“That you surely did, Baby.”  Cate laughed softly and nodded in agreement.  “And look at me now.  Here I am wearing some kind of Muppet-fur drape over my tits and a fuck-me leather miniskirt, sitting smack on top of a Rock Star’s hard on.”  She winked saucily.  “Damn, it’s good to be me.”

Their laughter rang through the salon, until they heard the elevator doors slide open.  Mena exited and paused, discretely clearing her throat to warn her clients of her return before moving into the salon.  To Jon and Cate’s surprise, she was carrying a gray shoe box balanced on top of a large square black box, tied with a white ribbon.

“Mrs. Bongiovi, I have the shoes you requested.”  Mena announced, gracefully crouching to set the boxes on the floor next to her clients.  “I also have something for both of you, from Mr. Cole.  A Christmas gift, something from our new home collection.  He thought you might enjoy it this evening.”  A conspiratorial little smile curled the corner of Mena’s mouth as she looked up at Jon.

“Oh?”  Jon grinned.  “I’ll have to be sure to give Ken a call tomorrow and thank him for the gift, as well as for the exceptional service we’ve received tonight.  You’ve been fantastic, Mena.”

Mena nodded deferentially.  “Thank you, Sir.  It’s my pleasure to assist you.”  She reached for the shoe box.  “Now, Mrs. Bongiovi, if you’d like to take a seat I’ll fit these on you…”

Jon held up a hand.  “Thank you Mena, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Sir?”

Jon patted Cate’s hip.  Understanding the cue, she slid off his lap and stood, allowing Jon to rise from his chair.  Following her clients’ movements, Mena also stood.  

“Mena, thank you for everything you’ve done for us tonight, but I can take it from here.”  Jon gave Mena a dazzling smile.

Mena nodded, recalling the instructions she had received from Mr. Cole himself, regarding the visit from these very special clients.  “Very good, Mr. Bongiovi.  As I mentioned, your wardrobe selections are prepared, on the rack inside the changing room.  If you need anything else from me, please press the button in the dressing room and I will be happy to assist you.  Otherwise, you will not be bothered.  When you are ready to depart please notify me, then come to the front entrance and Anton will show you out.  Your car will be waiting.” 

Mena paused in her instructions, giving Cate a knowing smile.  “Please take your time and enjoy yourselves.  The night is yours.”

Jon nodded and reached into his front pocket, withdrawing a folded stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills.  “Thank you again, Mena. We’ll let you know when we’re ready to go.”  With another of his best panty-dampening smiles, Jon pressed the generous tip into Mena’s palm.

Cate saw Mena’s composure crack slightly at Jon’s grin.  She couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing exactly how the young woman felt.  We’re all defenseless against his powers, she thought amusedly.  “Mena, thank you so much,” Cate added.  “This has been a wonderful evening.”

“You’re very welcome.  It has been a pleasure to meet you and to be at your service.”  Mena returned Cate’s smile, then bowed slightly.  “Good evening.”  With that she turned and walked to the elevator.

Jon turned to Cate, grinning broadly.  “So, the night is ours.”  He reached out to capture her waist, pulling her body against his.   With a husky chuckle he lowered his lips to Cate’s ear.  “How should we spend it?”