Doms and Subs,

Long ass chapter.

Pics above related to a few things mentioned in the chapter.

So after writing this chapter an idea popped into my head and I have a question for you.

Would you like to read about Alexander and Tanya's story?

I've already started drafts for that book and I'm interested to know if you'll like to hear about their journey.

Yes you know the destination but making the journey would be fun.

So because of that idea, I tried to keep the details of their story to a minimal in this chappy.

Enjoy. I'll be waiting on your comments.

Love,
Mama perv😘

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CHAPTER 37- JUST FOR SHOW

I enter the cabin and I'm greeted by screaming.

"Mommy!" Cries a little boy as he runs into the hall.

He has the bluest eyes I've ever seen, so bright and filled with wonder and upon his head rests wild, raggedy black curls. He's in a blue sleeveless shirt with a train on the front, brown cotton shorts and he's running on the wooden floor barefoot.

He runs towards Tanya and jumps into her awaiting arms crying.

"What's wrong Timmy?" She asks as she wipes away his tears.

"Alex and sander, stole my truck," he says in a cute baby voice.

"It's Xander not sander, Timmy and let's go get your truck back," she says to him reassuringly. "I'll be right back Chrissie."

She walks off down the small hall into the living room. I follow and stop in the living room while Tanya takes Timothy who's on her hip into a different room.

I walk on the red fur carpet towards the set of cream sofas. I sit staring at the flat screen TV mounted above a wooden coffee table that lies close to the wall.

On the floor there are toys, books and crayons. There are also drawings on the coffee table and shoes scattered across the room.

"No mommy!" screams a boy as he runs into the room.

He has sandy blonde hair, brown mischievous eyes and a light complexion. He's in a red shirt with khaki shorts.

He runs across the carpet and hops into the one-seater as Tanya reaches out and grabs him. He trashes against her hold as she swings him around.

"Alex go and apologize to Timmy," she huffs as he holds onto the little boy.

"No!"

Timothy runs into the room along with another fair skinned boy with whitish blonde hair and blue eyes that resemble the ocean. The new child who I'm guessing is Xander jumps and laughs at the sight before him. He grabs his yellow shirt pulling it up as he jumps, his khaki shorts slipping off his waist.

"Mommy catch him!" He yells in excitement.

Timothy who's holding a big fire truck under his arm has a frown on his face as he looks at his mother and brother.

"Mommy why are you fighting with Alex?" He asks in a small voice as he tries to pronounce his words properly.

Tanya stops her movements instantly and places Alex on his feet. She turns to Timothy with a worried look while Alex runs and jumps onto the sofa beside me.

"No baby," she coos as she kneels to Timmy. "Mommy's not fighting with Alex, she was playing with him and asking him to be a good boy and apologize for taking your truck. Mommy wouldn't hurt her babies okay?"

Timothy gives her a small smile and nods. "Okay mommy."

She smiles to Timothy kissing his cheek and then turns to look at Alex. She stands, crossing her arms against her chest and looks at him sternly.

"Alex don't you have something to say to your little brother?" She asks.

He pouts and then flings himself off the sofa onto the floor. He stands with hands cross. "Oh man!"

Tanya looks at him her lips in a grim line and with a stink eye.

"I'm sorry Timmy," he says with a pout. "And I'm sorry mommy."

"Good, now hug it out boys. Forgive but never forget," she says. "It'll be fun to reminisce on later."

They hug it out with giggles and I smile.

"They're beautiful," I finally say after observing that little scene.

"Oh yeah, boys say hello to Auntie Chrissie and introduce yourselves."

"Hey auntie Chrissie," they say in union.

The twins Alex and Xander introduce themselves then little Timmy who is straining to pronounce his words properly goes after them.

"Aren't you little cuties," I say as I observe them.

Alex and Xander look more like their father whereas Timothy looks more like his mother with a darker complexion and exception of his blue eyes. Xander is the one that looks mostly like his father between the twins, both him and his dad share the whitish blonde hair, blue eyes and a light complexion. Alex's brown eyes are the only things that makes him look different from his brother and father.

They giggle at my compliment and Tanya smile at her boys. "Okay boys, clean up your toys and shoes off the floors then afterwards you can watch TV. Alex you're in charge of the TV this time. Chrissie follow me."

The other two boys whine while Alex giggles rushing to clean up their mess. I get up and follow Tanya into a small hall. She opens the second door on the left entering and flicks on the light.

I enter into the brown clustered room with racks and clothes packed along the walls on bars and shelves.

"This is the closet," she explains. "So search, grab an outfit preferably a swimsuit to work with and grab a pair of shorts for Johnattan while you're at it. We're making their outfits too."

She parts the clothes on racks as she looks for something to wear. I run my hand over the fur coat at the far end basking in the softness.

This place is stacked like a clothing store, everything from tops to dresses, dress shirts to suits and bikinis to lingerie can be found in here.

I take my hand off the soft fur and begin to search for an outfit. I push pass dress after dress until my eyes are captivated by a dress sitting in a clear bag - I can't remember what's it called but it's supposed to protect the clothing inside.

I look at it gushing, it has a sweetheart bust that was covered in pink gems which lead a trail down the centre of the top to where it meets the skirt, the material at the top is white but the skirt of the dress is a shell pink fabric. It flows down with clear gems making swirls and other patterns at the hemline and up to a quarter of the skirt. The two fabric meet at a slant on the hips and there is a collection of white fabric that is skillfully manipulated to make roses at the junction of the two fabrics.

"Wow," I say as I look at the gown.

"You like?" Tanya asks as she walks over to me with clothing in her arms.

I nod as I stare at the dress before me in marvel.

"Thanks, I designed it," she says casually and my mouth drops. "It was my wedding dress- um Chrissie are you suffering from lock jaw or something? Your mouths kinda-"

I close my mouth embarrassed. "No I'm fine. You designed this wow."

"Yeah, I was going to make it but Alexander said it was my wedding so I should let someone else make it but it's fine if I designed it," she says as she strokes the bag it's in. "This was my dream gown from when I was a child, originally it was supposed to be light green and shell pink but I had to tweak it."

"This is beautiful," I say in admiration. "You're really talented."

She blushes and scratches her neck. "Thank you but it's nothing. It's just another TanRhode creation. Not as widely loved like all the other designers."

"Hold up you're the TanRhode? Your creations are beautiful, people have been trying to figure out who you are for years. Your clothing lines are awesome but because of personal reasons the designer is never there to get praised for her work. Why are you hiding from the media?" I say in shock at her revelation.

She smiles and shrugs. "I'm a mother, a dancer, wedding planner and a wife Chrissie. I have enough on my plate, fashion design is just a hobby. It brings in money yes, but it's not something I crave. Being in the spotlight, people demanding new lines from me every hour and appointment after appointment, I can't do that. I have a husband, three kids and two jobs. TanRhode is just a designer who releases her designs to a design house for the fun of seeing her creations on the runway. She's not a committed Fashion designer as all the rest so she stays away from the limelight."

I nod in understanding and she smiles. "Great now let's get back to business."

She throws me a red bikini and a red and black striped boy shorts. I catch them and eyes her wonderingly.

"They are for you and Johnattan," she says in a duh tone.

"Oh"

"Yeah oh," she says smiling. "Come on I got mine and Al's own so let's get to the fun part."

She walks out of the closet, makes her way down the hall and enters a door on the right. We enter a bed room.

There's a beige carpet on the floor, a bed covered in gold sheets opposite the door, pine furniture around the room and a louvered pocket door to the right of the room. The sun shines through the open window to the left of the room, it's a sliding one by the looks of it.

Tanya walks to the louvered door and slides it into the 'pocket' within the wall to reveal a sewing machine and other designing equipment.

"You have your own design studio thingy down here?" I ask in disbelief.

She smiles and nods. "Yes I got a design studio thingy down here. This cabin is our home away from home, we come here every year." She explains and I nod. "Okay so try on that bikini so I can see how it fits."

I obey, stripping myself of my clothing and putting on the bikini. My back's to Tanya who is searching for materials to be used in a small basket in the closet like area.

"Wow," I hear her say. "Nice tatt. I've been meaning to tell you that from last night but it totally slipped my mind. What age did you get it?"

"Eighteen," I reply as I fix the bikini top onto my breasts which I found to be too big.

"Oh, I got mine at 16," she says.

"Yours?"

"Yeah wanna see? I warn you though it's at a very inappropriate place," she teases.

"As long as it's not your most private area, I'm OK," I joke.

She smiles and pulls down the left side of her shorts to show me the tattoo that lies on her ass cheek.

The tattoo is of a lioness crouched down, like it's stalking a prey, its tail is raised in the air and it spells "Fierce ". The use of bold and bright black lines makes the tattoo look intriguing, it's almost like it was an ancient drawing done by the Aztecs or some historic group of people.

"Wow, it's beautiful," I gush at the tattoo. "But why did you get it on your ass?"

She pulls up her shorts and blushes. "I was young and drunk. It wasn't my best moment but I don't regret where I placed it."

"Why's that?"

"Because my Alexander likes it exactly where it's at," she boasts. "He always tries to slap the lioness 'to make her prance on him'. He also believes if he squeezes hard enough she'll growl and lung after him."

"TMI and I'm pretty sure he wasn't taking about the tattoo when he said that," she chuckles at my statement and I smile.

I've only known this girl for a day and already we're friends. She has a contagious carefree and fun vibe about her and even though she's three years older than me sometimes it's like she's a teen and I'm the older one.

"So, Tanya. How did you and Alexander meet?" I ask as I sit on her bed sewing in the alterations needed on the bikini I am to wear. She is going to run it through the machine to finish it but she says it's better to mark out a paths before sewing and cutting.

She smiles as she sews a claw like design onto Johnattan's red and black shorts with the machine. "We met in Vegas. I was a show girl, him a future CEO, there for his friend's best man's retreat. He came to the place I worked, saw me dance, requested me at his table and we teased each other a little before hitting it off."

"Was it like that crap we read in books about love at first sight?" I ask.

"Oh hell no. We just went out for drinks, got drunk, did a load of crap and found ourselves in his hotel room tangled in sheets. Then to top that off we woke up the next day to find out we were married," she says and my eyes widen a fraction.

"Wait you guys were victims of the Vegas magic?" I ask in disbelief.

"More like the victim of one too many glasses of alcohol," she chuckles. "Any way, we freaked out, ran to the chapel where we supposedly got married to find out that this maybe was just a hoax but we arrived only to be told that we were indeed married. Let's say after that life got a bit hectic. He got me fired from my job, took me to New York with him through a long ass road trip, I met Johnattan there and also met Alexander's girlfriend. She was French."

I look at her amazed, she said it so casually. "How'd you react to that?"

"Well, we sized each other up, she was flashing her title as his girlfriend in my face so I just elegantly said I was his wife. The look on her face was priceless," she grins at the memory. "After that she went to his father and told him about Alexander's 'black' wife. His father hated the idea of racial mixing in his family and tried everything to put me out. Al and I had our ups and downs but soon enough we made it through. He stood up to his dad, we ran away together and here we are."

"That's a nice story," I say.

"Yes it is, I'm trying to get it on the big screen or even as a book. I can see it now "The Las Vegas Show Girl, His African Queen"," she says holding out her hand and staring into space.

"Well I hope it gets there," I say.

"Me too," she nods, clapping her hands together. "Okay, back to work. Please grab feathers and materials to make the head wear and my peacock tail. They're under the bed."

"Isn't that too much to carry around? And won't they be a nuisance when dancing?"

"Honey, they're just for show. After the modeling part of the night we'll lose them," she says as he finishes up with Johnattan's shorts.

"Modeling?"

"Yeah, ladies will make their way down the walk way, showing off their costumes and the best costume gets a cash prize. I've been the winner for the last two years, not to brag or anything," she smirks.

"Well this year let's see if you'll take it again or I just may take it," I say teasingly.

"I don't think you want to say that to your competitor who is also the one making your outfit," she threatens.

"You wouldn't dare," I say acting shocked.

"Try me," she says eying me.

We laugh at our banter and then decide that we should focus on the task at hand. There are a few interruptions we face, most of them are the boys whether they are hungry, sleepy or just want someone to pay them attention, we take breaks to comply with them.

Let me tell you, kids are exhausting. These boys barely slept, are always noisy and love to play and interrupt us when they feel like they've not been getting the amount of attention they require from us.

They are a handful.

By time we were through with the outfits the sun had begun to set and I wass exhausted.

I yawn as my body starts to shut down and I found myself drifting off to sleep in the bed as Tanya puts on her finishing touches on the outfits.

"Rest up for later Christi, you're gonna need it," I hear someone say after a few minutes of sleep. A kiss is pressed on my cheek which catches me off guard.

I sigh in comfort and a smile graces my lips as I fall back into slumber.

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