Dita and Juice: The Big Day

As they moved to the music he smiled down at Dita, "You sure you'll be ok with Archie staying with Op and Corrie while we're gone?"

He dipped her and chuckled.

Dita nodded, "As long as we can call him everyday." She giggled as he dipped her. She kissed his lips gently.

Juice made his face as serious as he could, "Or course we will call him everyday. I won't leave my son alone with sexual deviants without at least calling him."

Before he finished the sentence he was rolling in laughter and winking at dita.

Dita laughed, gently swatting him, "Don't talk about my sister's alternative lifestyle like that."

He laughed, "What do ya say we get out of here when this is over?"

Dita smiled, "You never told me where you were taking me."

"I'm taking you home," he smiled.

Dita looked at him quizically, "Home...as in our house? Ugh, I want a divorce."

Juice cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow, "No schmuck, YOUR home."

Dita's eyes lit up, "Chi-town?!"

"Yeaaaaa," he chuckled.

Dita squealed and pounced, "Let's go now!!!"

"Ok, you go change and I'll go get the bike."

Dita grinned and pranced off to his dorm to change. It didn't take her long to get dressed her getaway dress and do her hair. Soon, she was back out in the clubhouse lobby waiting for Juice.

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Juice pulled the Dyna up in fron t of the door and looked over his wife. Damn was he a lucky man. He jumped off his bike and sauntered over to her. Snaking his arm around her waist he forcefully pulled her into a crushing kiss.

Handing her the helmet he growled, "Get on the boke."

Dita smiled coyly, kissing the corner of his mouth before getting on the bike and putting on her helmet.

He drove fast and reckless in his joyful state. Disregarding the quickest path home so that he could ride fast and hard with his wife on the back of the bike.

LATER THAT EVENING...

Dita was relieved to be in their hotel room. She kicked off her heels, putting her back at her 5'3 frame. She pinned her hair up as she went over to the window to look out the big plate glass window. It was nice to be home.

Juice lugged the truck that Dita laughingly called a bag to their room, sitting it down he watched as Dita stared out the window.

"It's beautiful, babe," he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Dita turned to him, "It really is. I love Michigan Ave at night. So pretty." She smiled and kissed his cheek before looking around the suite, "This is so incredible..."

"Yea, the view is amazing from where I stand," he crossed his arms and looked at her like a meal.

Dita didn't really notice him staring at her with that pre-rape gaze. She walked over to her trunk and opened it up, bending over to dig around for her sleep attire for the evening.

Juice took the opportunity walk up and rip off her underwear and undo his pants in one swift move.

Dita smirked, standing up with her back to him, "Those were my favorite panties. In fact, I think they were your favorite too."

He growled, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."