Natural Progressions

Disclaimer: Mine no! CBS, Anthony Zuiker et al Yes! Pity :o( "Man! I Feel Like A Woman!" belongs to Shania Twain.
Author's Note: Blame Billy, Marg and Shania for these little pieces. They keep Acting these out in my head!
Dedication: To Aby as always and you certainly know why girl! To VividlyBlue for Reading all my crap no matter how bad or sick! LOL


Chapter 14: Man! I Feel Like A Woman!

Catherine knew she'd had too much to drink when Sara's jokes actually started to sound funny. She'd invited the young brunette to join her at her friend Laura's bachelorette party, the girl needed to get out more.

Catherine had made all the arrangements for the evening, right down to the venue. One of the club owners she used to dance for was about to have his place refurbished. So, she'd talked him into turning the place over to her for one night. It meant they had music, liquor and room to move without anyone cramping their style. What worked out even better was Grissom volunteering to chauffeur Catherine home afterwards and Nick agreeing to provide the same service for Sara, as Warrick was at court the next morning. It was something that Grissom was very thankful for. He hadn't fancied coping with what he'd suspected would be two inebriated females...and he was right.

I'm going out tonight -I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise -really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

Now everyone had left, and Catherine and Sara were waiting impatiently for the men to arrive. Looking over at the stage Catherine gave a devious chuckle, "Sara," she said her voice slightly slurred from the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed that evening, "how would you like to learn to pole dance?"

The younger woman looked at the strawberry blonde for a moment or two and then burst out laughing. "You can hardly talk and you're gonna teach me to dance?" Sara hadn't even tried to keep up with Catherine and her cronies once they'd gotten started.

"Ah," the older woman answered sagely, "alcohol has never interfered with my legs or my sense of balance," she waggled her finger at the younger woman, "come on, it'll be fun, honest!"

No inhibitions -make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time

Grissom and Nick parked their respective Tahoes in the club's empty lot. Locking the cars they walked in a companionable silence to the club's front entrance. That was when the older man pulled up short, very hesitant about going in. He could clearly hear the voice of Shania Twain belting out the words to Catherine's favourite song and he knew exactly how that song affected her.

He shuddered, tried to hide it and failed. The last time he'd heard that song was at his townhouse two weeks ago and after Catherine's arousing performances, first with her dancing and then with her appetite in bed, he'd thought he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. She'd been insatiable and that was when she was stone cold sober and in control of herself. There was little chance of her being sober tonight.

"Come on, Grissom," Nick urged him, "I want to get Sara back to her apartment and then head to my own and hit the hay, I'm exhausted." He couldn't understand his boss' sudden reluctance. True the girls' had tonight off, but he, Warrick and Grissom had each pulled a triple to ensure they did so.

"Maybe we should give them 'til the songs finished?" Grissom suggested. He was almost certain that Nick would be safe in the club, but he had no intention of letting Catherine jump him in front of the two younger CSIs.

Getting impatient with the older man's stalling, Nick grabbed Grissom by the arm and dragged him into the club. Once in the venue room itself, both men stopped dead staring at the sight of Catherine Willows sliding seductively down a pole to land in the splits at its base, and Sara Sidle doing a reasonable job of mirroring the manoeuvre, both women were clad only in their underwear.

Nick's mouth dropped open in shock, this wasn't what he'd expected at all. 'Keep it cool, Nicky boy,' he thought, hoping he wasn't drooling already. 'Grissom'll be in full control as usual so you can't be anything less.' Closing his mouth he cleared his throat and glanced over at the other man. His mouth almost dropped open again and he had to swallow the burst of laughter that almost escaped him.

Far from being calm, cool and unemotional, Gil Grissom had a pained _expression on his face. This was what he'd been afraid of. He only hoped that now the music had stopped and both women had finished their dance, he could get Catherine into her clothes and out to his Tahoe before she had any of her wild thoughts.

"Come on, Cath," he said in a voice he hoped sounded more confident that he felt, "time to get you dressed and go home."

He and Nick walked toward the stage each picking up the various items of clothing that were strewn in their path.

Catherine glided effortlessly to her feet and then assisted Sara to hers. They both stood there for a moment surveying the tableau before them, then Catherine lent over and whispered something in Sara's ear. Giggling the brunette nodded her compliance. Both women jumped down off of the stage, Sara bracing herself against it with her right arm.

Catherine started to walk towards Gil and he thought he might just get out of this with his dignity in tact, when she sashayed past him and hit the jukebox.

The girls need a break -tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance -we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down

Grissom groaned as he heard her pick the self same song. He had to get out of here, but he had to take her with him. He swallowed convulsively as she stalked toward him. There was no other way to describe it, she was the hunter and he was the prey.

"Come on, Catherine," he said trying to be reasonable, "it's late, let's go home," he reached out to take a hold of her shoulders but she snuck inside his grasp and caught a firm hold of his genitals.

"Back up slowly, honey," she purred staring straight into his blue eyes, "Momma's gonna have some sugar."

Her grip wasn't painful, but firm and it left him in no doubt that the only way to extricate himself was to hurt himself. When she used her free hand to rub along his shaft he bit down on his lip to muffle a groan and started walking backward, slowly. He felt the back of his knees hit a chair and Catherine gave him a push somehow managing to pin his hands beneath him. The sheer devilment that spread across Catherine's face as she manipulated him added heat to his already throbbing loins. Ensuring he wouldn't be able to stand without embarrassing himself, Catherine then turned her back on him and began her dance.

Nick Stokes couldn't believe what was going on. He had thought tonight would be a simple cabbie affair, but this was unreal! Although Sara's movements were slower and more tentative, she was having a real go at mimicking Catherine exactly. Given some practice she would actually be really good at this but he'd managed to get his hands in defensive positions so he was in no immediate danger of embarrassing himself. Turning to look at Catherine and Grissom he could see his boss was not so lucky. He felt his face colour and his shaft pulse at what the older woman was doing and his heart went out to the other man.

Catherine was making all the right moves and making maximum contact with exactly the right amount of pressure in all his sensitive places, it was sending Grissom mad. He could feel his balls tightening, his shaft engorging and the tingling sensation that meant his orgasm was not that far away. He couldn't believe she was doing this to him? He knew she'd been a bit pissed with him for not being more public about his feelings for her, she knew he was shy, but was this her idea of revenge? He didn't think so, but right now that's what it felt like.

He was just glad it was only Nick and Sara who were there and he prayed they wouldn't witness much more than they already had. Sara, he hoped, would either be too drunk to remember or too mortified at her own actions to say anything detailed about this evening. Nick, he thought, was too smart to start bandying about any comments that could be traced straight back to him. He had too much self-preservation for that.

Catherine ground her butt along his erection, feeling it straining against its cloth prison and he groaned. She could tell by his voice that Grissom couldn't last much longer. She turned to face him, still maintaining enough pressure to keep his hands trapped under him, and smiled. She felt in complete control when she sensed the deep, sensual shiver that coursed through him.

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun

"Nicky," Catherine said her voice husky with lust, "take Sara to the john and dress her," she glanced over at him, flashing him a predatory grin, "then we'll meet you at the cars."

As he moved toward the back of the room with the semi-conscious brunette he heard what sounded like a zipper being undone and then the rustling of clothing. Nick chuckled to himself; at least Catherine wasn't going to be totally nasty. When he heard Grissom's rasping intake of breath he decided he knew waaaaayy too much about what was going down and made a swift exit.

"God! Catherine!" Grissom exclaimed as she freed his shaft from his clothing and took his full length into her mouth. His mind always stopped working at this point. Closed down by the sensation she caused to race through his body.

Catherine suppressed a smile; this was what she excelled at and what she enjoyed. There was no doubt that she and Gil were good together. God, she'd thought no one could be better at sex than she and Eddie when they'd raised the roof during the early years of their marriage, but despite Grissom's claim of limited experience he was an amazing lover, even better than Eddie, and she'd told him so on many occasions. But Catherine liked this most of all. That she could bring him such pleasure and make him lose all that carefully cultivated and crafted perfect control by just the swirl of her tongue... that was true power. She knew she could have any man eating out of the palm of her hand because of her versatile, well-educated mouth, though very few men had actually any experience of it, but it was only Gil she wanted to hear cry her name as he climaxed and that's exactly what happened.

Once she'd cleaned him up and she'd donned her clothing, she slipped her arm through his and they headed for the parking lot.

Grissom stopped mid stride and looked at her, his face turning a slightly delicate shade of red. She found that so cute and endearing. "You don't think Nick..." he couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

Catherine chuckled at his concern. "He took Sara straight out to the car once he realised what was happening," she assured him remembering the embarrassed and shocked look on the young Texan's face, "I hope he dressed her in the foyer first though?"

It was Grissom's turn to chuckle, "He probably did. He's very mindful of a lady's reputation."

They laughed in unison at that and went to join their two colleagues.

'God,' Gil thought privately, 'Shania Twain has a lot to answer for.' But he couldn't quite keep the smile off of his face.

I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman