A Wench's Delight
By: Bridget McKennitt
Author's Notes: This is a companion piece to Shaking Shimmers.
I recommend that you read that fic first, but it's not really
needed. Enjoy!
Rows and rows of costumes laid before Piper in all their flashy
glory. "Phoebe, remind me again why I'm here?"
"Because there's three days till Halloween and I don't have a
costume. You're here for moral support and decision making." Phoebe
pulled a costume off of the rack. "How about this? I can be Nurse Phoebe."
"A nurse? Come on, Pheebs. Nurses will be a dime a dozen on
Halloween."
"Fine, fine. What about this?" She held up a Sexy Witch outfit.
"Phoebe!"
"What?" She looked at the very revealing dress. "Oh alright. I'm a
sexy witch anyway."
Piper sighed and was about to walk away when she saw her sister
reach for a costume made out of black leather. "Hold it! You are not wearing
that to p3!"
"Have a sense of humor, Piper. Maybe I was thinking of wearing it
for Cole. God knows we haven't had a moment's time together in over two
weeks." A blush rose over her face. The last time Cole dressed up for her
was when he dressed up like a construction worker and seduced her. Not that
it took him much to convince her. Too bad she couldn't return the favor.
Or could she?
"Piper, do you need help manning p3 on Halloween?"
"Uh, sure. We could always use an extra hand bartending."
"Good. Now I need to find some costumes..." she muttered to herself
as she searched the racks with even more vigor.
"I see the cogs in your head turning. What are you thinking about?"
Piper said, raising her eyebrow.
"Nothing. Just planning Cole a little surprise." Her hands bumped
against a plastic wrapping, and she yanked the two costumes out. "Hmm, this
little number has some possibilities."
* * *
Who knew that a club would have so many glasses to shelve? Phoebe
thought to herself as she opened up another case of glasses. Halloween came
only once a year and Piper hoped to draw in more customers to p3. Phoebe, on
the other hand, was hoping to draw in a certain demon to her bed. Actually
any bed or surface would do. Cole was certainly creative at times. Especially
that one time when...
"After you're done with that, Pheebs, can you go to Kinko's and copy
this flyer? We'll need about two hundred of those."
"Sure." She glanced at the flyer and sighed. She promised to help out
so she could carry out her plan but any more of these little chores and Phoebe
wouldn't have enough time to set up her own special decorations.
Piper glanced wryly at her sister. "Where did I say to go?"
"I'm not deaf, sis. You said Kinky's of course." Phoebe picked up her
jacket and left. Her sister could only laugh at her retreating back. Poor
dear, she *really* hadn't been with Cole in a while.
Halloween arrived at last and Phoebe was nearly prepared with her
surprise for Cole. All she had to do was get Cole to p3. Her gaze swept across
her newly decorated room. Silk sheets rested on her bed with satin pillows. A
cluster of red candles were placed in the corner on a stand. Soft music played
from her stereo. "Now for the costume." The dress was a pale brown with a tight
bodice and a short skirt. The sleeves reached mid-arm and billowed just a tad.
Brown hoses went on her legs and black heels went on her feet. Adding the right
amount of make-up, and she was the perfect serving wench. She certainly planned
on fulfilling the "serving" part.
Phoebe took one last look in the mirror, picked up the costume for
Cole, and left the room.
* * *
No matter the distance or dimensions away, Cole could always sense
when Phoebe called him. Like now. Her pull was subtle but noticeable. One
quick shimmer would lead him to this love. He shimmered to the mausoleum to
where her pull came from. Yet a fast scan told him that Phoebe wasn't there.
"Phoebe?" His senses showed that she was here a short while ago. Looking
around, he spotted a note card and a garment bag.
'Happy Halloween, honey! There's a costume party going on right now at
p3 and you're invited. I took it upon myself to get your costume. I'm wearing
mine ;o) --Phoebe PS, come in character.'
He looked inside the bag and smiled. It was a noble lord's outfit.
* * *
p3 was already in full swing when Cole entered through the stairs. The
regular lights were replaced with orange ones. Cobwebs hung from the walls and
glow-in-the-dark ghosts hung from the ceilings. Customers wearing costumes
danced to a live band. The bartenders served drinks that were green in color
and were oozing fog. But everything dimmed in comparison against the beauty
that caught Cole's attention. Phoebe was working as a bartender in her costume.
Her very tight, low-cut costume.
"Phoebe," he growled out softly. His love looked up from the drink she
was making and smirked. "Hey Cole, love your outfit."
He adjusted his hat and leaned against the counter. "That's Sir Cole,
Lord of Winterbury. But you can call me whatever you like, miss...?"
"Phoebe Halliwell. Just a lowly wench working for my mistress's tavern.
Would you like some ale to quench your thirst, milord?"
"To start with. But I'm afraid it'll take much more than alcohol to
satisfy my kind of thirst," he said, leering as best he could while keeping a
straight face.
"My, my. Well, you're just gonna have to wait till after for the kind
of quencher you're looking for. My mistress is a cruel slavedriver."
Piper walked by the couple and overheard the last of their conversation.
"Excuse me, you think I'm a cruel slavedriver? Phoebe, you're the one who
wanted to help out today!" For Halloween, Piper decided to dress up as Cleopatra,
Queen of the Nile. With the headdress, stiff make-up, and her stern face, it
was hard not to be intimidated.
"Forgive me, mistress Piper. I've forgotten myself again. I only wanted
to pleasure...I mean, please Sir Cole here."
Piper broke into a grin at Phoebe's slip-up. "Then who am I to stand in
the way of love? Go ahead and leave for his 'castle'. I'll finish up your shift.
Okay?"
"You're the best!" She wrapped her arms around her sister, hugging her.
* * *
The two shimmered into the Manor, giggling like two teenagers. "My room
is right upstairs, milord." He swept her into his arms and carried her up the
stairs into her bedroom. Phoebe clung to her lover, getting chills down her spine
in anticipation. When they got there and he saw the layout, Cole laughed. "Why
Miss Halliwell, are you trying to seduce me?"
She leaned in closer and kissed his lips. "Always."
He laid her in bed and crawled on top of her. "You are a bold and saucy
wench," Cole growled out.
A smug smile reached her lips. "That's why you love me." With that,
Cole showed Phoebe exactly how much he loved her.
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