The BLTS Archive- Big Spender by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- Disclaimer: Everything Trek belongs to Paramount/Viacom. Big Spender belongs to Shirley Bassey and whoever wrote it. Please do not distribute, archive, etc, without my permission. May be archived on the ASC archive, the PKSP archive and R'Rain's Slash Archive only. Others *must* ask. Please do not link to the story without my permission. This story is simply proof that I am not to be trusted when it comes to songs and story ideas. Or even mentions of them. Someone mentioned this on PKSP and this is what you get. Oh, the blue dress comes from Judy's story, Tom's 12 Dark Days Of Christmas. --- Harry got off duty and rushed to his and Tom's quarters. His lover had promised him a surprise tonight. Harry grinned lasciviously at the thought of the last surprise, although he noted with a grimace that he could *still* see the whipped cream stains on the ceiling. He would have thought they'd have worn off by now. Anyway, Harry had more interesting things to think about than a stained ceiling. He wanted his gorgeous blonde studmuffin to do the things Harry so loved to have done to him. Harry arranged the ball gags, the butt plug, the cuffs, the dildos, the paddles and the oil where Tom could reach them when they came back here to go to bed. Just the light pack tonight, they both had duty tomorrow. Then Harry saw the note on the pillow. My gorgeous golden lover, Through begging, borrowing (but no stealing, I know you don't approve) and pleading, I was able to reserve the holodeck for tonight. Your surprise will take place there, so pack the light pack back in the box, and get into your tux. We're going somewhere special! XOXOXOXO Studmuffin. Harry shrugged, and returned the toys to the toybox, lingering for a moment over his favourite dildo. The one that was shaped just like Tom. No, not Tom's penis, Tom himself. There were those who called it an 'action figure'. It certainly did create action, or rather reaction, in Harry's body. Just like the man it was shaped after. Harry shook his head, shaking himself out of the pleasant daydreams. He had a lover to meet. And Tom had signed Studmuffin, which meant no underwear. What *was* he in for? Harry wondered, and dressed accordingly after a quick shower. Harry walked into the holodeck to be greeted by darkness. Great. Power failure *again*. "Tom?" he called. Suddenly a circle of light reflected off a red velvet curtain. "Ladies and gentlemen," a man's voice boomed, "Tom Par-is." A long, slender calf poked through the curtains. At the end of the foot was a blue leather pump. A woman's shoe? Tom? What was going on? Harry wondered. The leg continued to move from behind the curtain, then a knee appeared, a thigh, a hip, and there was fabric draped over the hip. A blue that matched the pump. Then Tom's other leg, as well as the rest of him, moved from behind the curtain. Tom was dressed in a gorgeous pale blue evening gown with a thigh-high split. The blue pumps and a big-haired blond wig completed the ensemble. Harry felt his erection start to harden. Tom was beautiful. "Like it, Harry?" Tom asked with a wink. "Yes. Oh, yes," Harry croaked. "Just wait, lover, just wait." The curtains parted to reveal a stage, with a microphone. Tom strutted back to stand behind the microphone. Harry fully understood the phrase phallic symbol for the first time as Tom rubbed sinously against the pole. Then Tom began to sing, in a raunchy, ball-breaking kind of way. It was indescribably sexy to Harry. The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a man of distinction, A real big spender, Good-looking, so refined, Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? (I sure would, Harry thought) So let me get right to the point, I don't pop my cork for every man I see. Hey big spender, Spend a little time with me. (Any time, Harry's mind added). Wouldn't you like to have fun? Fun? How's about a few laughs? Laughs? I could show you a good time, Let me show you a good time, (Oh yeah? Harry mused, he could show Tom a good time too). The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a man of distinction, A real big spender, Good-looking, so refined, Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point, I don't pop my cork for every man I see. Hey big spender, Hey big spender, Hey big spender, Hey big spender, Spend a little time with me. "Whenever you say, gorgeous," Harry said as the music faded. The holodeck shimmered around them and the stage and chairs disappeared. They were in a bedroom. Of course. "Did you like your surprise, Harry?" Tom asked. "Which one? The program? The song? Or...this..." caressing Tom's thigh under the blue fabric. "An - any or all," Tom gasped as his erection jumped. "Gods, this dress," Harry moaned as he ripped it from his lover's body. He grinned evilly when he saw that Tom wore no underwear either, and gasped as Tom ripped his tux off. He supposed he deserved it, he would have to sew both outfits back together. Then he stopped thinking as Tom started chewing on a nipple. As Tom moved lower, all Harry could think of was the sensations Tom's mouth was eliciting from him. And those shoes. The heels were higher than Seven's, and Harry had never been able to understand how she had walked in hers. That had been the sole object of his brief infatuation with her. It wasn't Seven, it was the shoes. Harry loved women's shoes.Starfleet boots, sandals, but especially heels. He even kept a few pairs that had been his only solace when they had been stranded in the Delta Quadrant in his foot locker. He had always thought that was an appropriate place. Harry moaned at the sight of Tom's feet in the shoes and his bobbing erection flew almost into Tom's face. "For me?" Tom asked ingenuously, nibbling lightly on the head, then engulfing Harry in one swallow. It took only a few pulls from Tom's lips and a few glances at those shoes for Harry and Harry came down Tom's willing throat, shouting his lover's name. All Harry could see were stars and blue shoes. He was officially in heaven. As he recovered, he could feel Tom's body lying on top of his, and Tom's erection poking him in the thigh. And Tom's shoes poking him in the calf. "I'll take them off," Tom offered, when he noticed Harry looking at the shoe next to his calf, he liked the blue next to his skin. "Don't. Just lie there. I...like them." "I know." "You *know*?" "Harry, I saw your foot locker. By accident, it fell off the closet shelf. You don't have to keep *anything* in the closet with me, baby. I mean, you've put butt plugs in me, we've used dildos, cuffs, ball gags, paddles. You thought I'd be shocked by *shoes*?" "Well...it's a little kinky..." "Harry, I've loved women's clothes ever since my sisters used to dress me up as a kid. I always thought that women had better styles, cuts and fabric than men," Tom was only just coherent now. Harry took pity on him. They could discuss this more later, after all. Harry bent his head to taste Tom, who cried out at the first tiny lick. As Harry sucked on Tom, he contemplated the thought of Tom in black leather boots, and nothing else. Harry came again without touching himself, and his cry milked Tom's orgasm from him. "I suppose we have to leave now," Harry murmured lazily. "No, we don't have to leave till morning. I traded a lot of time," Tom winked. Harry winked back, pulled Tom, who was still wearing the shoes closer, and drifted to sleep. He dreamed of the different shoes he wanted Tom to wear. --- The End