This story is rated NC-17. So, if you are under 18 or offended by that type
of thing don't read it.

Ned slowly rolled Alexis' black stockings down her leg, letting his tongue
taste every piece of newly exposed flesh. Alexis leaned back, feeling her
own hardened nipples under her black silk blouse.

"Ned," she said breathlessly, "Come here."

"Not yet, Counselor," he taunted, "This is the first time I've had a whole
night alone with you in months, and I feel like savoring every instant."

"Ned," she argued playfully, "The sooner we do it, the sooner we can do it
again." He shook his head, knowing that he was torturing her. But Alexis
had her own idea.

She sunk to her knees and unzipped his pants with her teeth. "Cute trick,"
Ned noted. She looked up at him and smiled, "You ain't seen nothing yet,"
she promised as she took his cock into her mouth. Ned leaned against the
wall, feeling like he was going to collapse in pleasure otherwise.

She suddenly pulled away and looked downstairs. "Did you hear that?"

"Oh yes," Ned moaned, "Hear what?"

"I think somebody's at the door." She pulled his pants up and patted his
butt, "run downstairs and check on it. I don't want another incident like
Katherine to happen."

"But..." he sighed, "fine". He ran down the stairs and threw open the door
to see V. "What do you want?"

V looked at him, flustered, "How are you today, Mr. Ashton?"

How was he? She interrupted his afternoon with Alexis to check on his mood?
"I'm busy," Ned said flatly as he slammed the door in her face. He had made
it to the third step when she began knocking again.

"What!" he yelled at her, immediately regretting it when she began crying.
"I'm sorry V, really I am. How can I help you? I'll do anything."

"It's Mr. Jacks," she said, calming down, "he was arrested and his lawyers
on vacation. I was wondering if you could recommend somebody."

"Well Justus seems to be free." V shook her head, "You know Mr. Jacks and
Jason don't get along. I think that it could be a little too close for
comfort."

Alexis, fully dressed and perfectly composed, came down the stairs, "Mrs...?"

"Ms." V corrected, "Ms. Ardanowski. But you can call me V."

"I'm Alexis Davis, I believe we met at the Nurse's Ball. I couldn't help
but overhear your problem. May I ask what the charges are against him?"

"Racketeering."

Ned chuckled, "Then Justus would be perfect for the case." Alexis ignored
him and left the house, leading V to her BMW. "V, I would be glad to help
out any way I can." She started the car and backed up. Offhandedly she
asked about Jax's brother's involvement.

"Jerry? Chances are he's behind it." Alexis closed her eyes and sighed,
some things never changed.

It was years ago, back before she was Natasha. Before she was even Alexis
and people called her by her full name, Alexandria Rascolva Davidovich. She
had just graduated from law school and was working over the summer for one
of the subsidiary companies of Cassadine inc.

Alexandria wasn't even sure how she got the job. Stavros hated her and so
did Helena. They had ever since her parents, distant cousins of the family,
had died and they had to take her in. She supposed that Stefan must have
pulled some strings to get her here. She wasn't complaining. She had a nice
office, good work and even a cute secretary. Make that office assistant.

His name was Jerry Jacks a drop dead gorgeous Australian. Sometimes she
found herself getting caught up in his clear eyes or imagining how his dark
hair would feel through her fingers.

Alexandria wasn't even sure how to go about asking him out. She grew up
alone except for her brothers. And when she finally did start finding the
stable boys attractive Helena sat her down and gave her a lecture about the
nature of sex. The gist of it was that in the end no man in his right mind
would want to make love to an orphaned scamp like her.

And when Alexandria went off to school in the States it was a culture shock
of the biggest kind. On the island she rarely ever saw people even holding
hands, and they never made out in public they would on campus.

She had dated a little during her college years, mostly people her roommates
set her up with. She'd go out with them, dance and talk. But when the night
was over things got tricky. She could kiss, but anything more made her
nervous. She always thought they were just going to leave her. If she gave
them a chance they may have. Alexandria always ran away whenever they tried
to touch her breasts or thighs. She even got a reputation for getting a
flirt, even though she never meant it. But by that point she had just
decided to focus on school. She barely had time to eat, much less have a
relationship.

Now that she finally wanted to get involved with a man she felt at a
complete disadvantage. She was completely attracted to Jerry, but had no
idea what to do about it. He was so attractive that he probably had other
girls all over him. He didn't need an unkempt tomboy like her. He was
probably a Casanova while Alexandria was still a virgin.

Working with him over the weeks became a pure torture. One night she finally
let her mind wonder away from work and to him. To how his lips would feel on
her lips, or her neck, or even other places.

She leaned back in her chair, thinking about Jerry. She moved her hand to
her chest, feeling her heart pounding. It was late. Everyone had gone home
hours ago, except Alexandria. Unbuttoning her blouse she unhooked her bra
and felt her burning skin against her hand. She tentatively touched her
nipple and the squeezed it, feeling a strange kind of pain that she didn't
want to stop.

It was as if her hands had a mind of their own. Moving down to her thighs
and rating them. Then carefully entering her. She pulled the finger out and
tasted it curiously, surprised and the sweet and bitter honey from her.

Alexandria heard a low moan from the door and looked up to see Jerry
standing there. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. She quickly
looked away, "Jerry, you should have knocked."

"I'm glad I didn't," he said, looking at her ravishingly. She began
buttoning her shirt but he shook his head. "Don't Alexis."

"What did you call me?"

He corrected himself, "I mean Ms. Davidovich. It's just that I've wanted to
know you better. And I think that starts with first names." He looked at her,
staring at her open shirt, "And Alexandria is so long to say so I shortened
it to..." he kissed her passionately, letting her slip her tongue into his
mouth. He sank to his knees while she stayed in the chair. Wordlessly he
parted her legs and began to eat at her pussy, like a starving man. His
tongue made long strong stokes, making sure to rub her enlarged clit.

Alexis could barely moved, too rocked by the pleasure in her body. She felt
his hair in her fingers as she arched back into his lips. Then the reality
of the moment hit her. *Oh god* she thought *this is really happening* She
pushed her chair back, terrified. "I can't do this," she said, "I mean I've
never done this and I can't do it and... you should go."

"Alexis, I won't hurt you... unless you'd like me to." When he saw that his
joke wasn't going over well, "Alexis, please trust me."

"I don't even know you Jerry. I have no idea who you really are." She leaned
down to gather up her skirt and found herself face to face with him. One
look into his eyes, reflecting her passion exactly, and she had no choice.
She kissed him, pushing him over to the floor. Jerry quickly worked his
pants off and Alexandria worked on the rest of her clothes.

"Are you sure you've never done this before," Jerry asked as she threw her
left leg around him.

"Jerry," she said, kissing him again, "I think you talk to much." He propped
her against the wall as he thrusted into her. "Whatever you say, Ms.
Davidovich."

"Tell me," she said as she began to climax, "Would this count as sexual
harassment." He kissed her, breathing into her mouth as she lost her own
breath. Her body shook and her heart seemed to stop. He walked her over to
the couch and laid her on it. Snuggling next to her he whispered, "Now who's
talking too much?"

Alexandria fell into a perfect sleep into his arms, waking up hours later
under a blanket. As she looked around he room she found it torn apart. The
files were missing and so was Jerry. Alexandria returned to Greece after
that. When J&J Jacks took over a company using the information they found
Stefan had thought it must have been a mole, or some type of turncoat at
Cassadine inc. Alexandria never told him how close to the truth it was. It
was also then that Stefan suggested she Americanize her name. He had been
the one that picked Davis but she had insisted on being called Alexis.

And Alexis and V walked into the PCPD Mac explained that Jax was being
fingerprinted right now. "You're the cop V, you can go talk to him. Tell him
I'm here."

"Okay," she said. Alexis looked through the glass window f the interrogation
room and saw a thick black mass of hair. She'd recognize it, and him
anywhere. Alexis walked in and slammed the door behind her, "Alexis!" he
said, "what are you doing here?"

"Shut up Jerry," she said, "I just wanted to tell you that the FEDS are
talking to your brother. If he'll turn over the files, and nail you to the
wall, then he'll probably get off with nothing.

"Jax wouldn't turn on me Alexis," he said.

"I wouldn't be so sure about it Jerry. Your family does have a propensity
to leave turn on people."

"You had fun Alexis," Jerry said, "Didn't you?"

She looked at him and sighed. Those eyes were perfect still. She stood up
and sat on his lap, moving her hand along his jaw line. "That was nice,
Jerry," she leaned in kissing him, just like that day so many years ago.
Pulling away she collected her things and stood up, "But this is going to
be better. See you in prison, Jerry."