A/N: A special thanks to elbeewoods for her continual support and encouragement. I'm so glad to have found you!

I have no claim to anything relating to the of Sons of Anarchy.

"You know I wouldn't ask if it weren't important, babe."

It was those words that got Tara every time. It was true the clubhouse never took advantage of her medical skills, saving her expertise for bullet holes, knife wounds, and ass bites. Most of the time Tara didn't even mind. But this house call would be at Diosa Norte, the only legitimate business of the club, and the one place in the entire MC world that Tara truly detested. Tara also knew Jax was desperate to make this venture work, and she wanted to help her husband in any way she could.

Tara scanned the perimeter as soon as she stepped onto the lot. Blondes with bad weaves and fake breasts littered the entrance. Standard product. Tara couldn't prevent her gaze, as hard as she tried, from searching for a particular skinny bitch.

Tara breathed a little easier when she determined Ima wasn't present. Seeing her would be the equivalent of a hard slap in the face.

Tara walked directly into Diosa's makeshift storage room. It housed extra beds and full length mirrors along with Xerox paper and paper clips. Strange mix. Tara set on the edge of a ragged loveseat and tried not to think about the stains on the cushions. She was becoming more and more irritated. It was bad enough Jax interrupted her appointment schedule; now Nero was making her wait. Tara's eyes roamed around looking for something to distract her when she spied a bookshelf by the wall. The book spines were colorful and full of pictures. Tara scrunched her eyebrows. Why would Diosa keep children's books here? She couldn't imagine Nero or Lyla bringing their children here, but maybe the other mothers had no choice sometimes. Tara pulled a couple off the shelf; she was always looking for new titles. The boys knew every word that Dr. Seuss had ever written, and Shel Silverstein was as depressing as hell. The titles of her selections made her want to wash her hands. "Handjobs and Gretel" and "If you give a Dick a Pussy" were not what she had in mind for a bedtime story. Tara shook her head as she replaced the porno dvds. Nero was a "companionater" only, so these had to be leftovers from CaraCara.

Tara's self-righteousness was being pricked by insecurities as waves of silicone and ass began passing the doorway. Is this what it came down to, even if a woman was pretty, bright, educated, funny? Was this always the ultimate goal? A tight ass and big breasts usurped everything else?

"Thanks for seeing us, Doc." Nero's appreciative greeting pulled Tara out of her funk. He was helping one of his clones limp into the room. "I don't know what happened," the young girl winced as Nero helped her limp into the room. "When I tried to stand up, my knee just locked."

"What were you doing beforehand?"

"I was on my knees." Maybe that was one of her problems, Tara thought bitterly. Maybe she needed to spend more time in that position.

After a close look at the swelling, Tara diagnosed the condition and gave instructions for the inflammation. The escort gave her thanks and leaned onto Nero as they exited. Tara tried to focus on repacking her medical bag, but it was hard not to notice the line of johns bustling inside. Tara took a couple of deep breaths. Finally, after checking the doorway, she grabbed a few movies off the shelf and placed them in her bag. She tried to act nonchalant as she headed towards her car.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Lyla?" Lyla looked up with a smile. She stopped by the clubhouse regularly to check in with the club. Opie's brothers were diligent about making sure his widow was taken care of. It wasn't unusual for Tara to be at the clubhouse either, but she was usually picking up the boys at this hour.

"Sure. What's up?"

Tara was fidgety and looked extremely uncomfortable. Definitely not her style. "I sort of came across one of your dvds." Tara became more agitated. After several seconds Tara blurted out, "I watched it." Lyla didn't know whether to be horrified, embarrassed, or consider it an invasion of privacy. "It was nice," Tara trailed off weakly. Tara was rocking and her eyes were darting everywhere but at Lyla. Suddenly, Tara's eyes became big as saucers. "I mean, " Tara sputtered, "this was before your bush days." Tara turned bright red. God, this was turning out badly.

"Okay. Thanks."

Lyla was heading towards the clubhouse when Tara called out, "I was hoping you could help me." Lyla was surprised. She couldn't imagine why Tara, of all people, would come to her. Was this a way to butter her up? Tara should know her better than that.

"I was wondering if you could teach me a little about your . . .craft." Tara had gone from red to crimson. Lyla was shellshocked. She hadn't heard any rumors about Jax and Tara being on the rocks, and she knew Jax hadn't been sniffing around Diosa. Tara seemed to channel her thinking. "Oh, no, Jax and I are fine. I was just hoping to freshen things up." Tara chuckled shakily.

Lyla was too classy to simper at Tara. All of their friction had evaporated when Lyla asked for Tara's help with the abortion. Since then, Lyla and Tara had become friends. Both women had supported each other when things were sour with their old men. They had watched each other's children. Tara had stood by Lyla at her wedding. Even now, Tara stopped by her house every week to chat.

Lyla gave a little smile. She understood the pressures of being surrounded by willing, scantily-clad women. She had been burned by that herself, and she was one of the broads in that category.

Tara didn't know what she wanted from Lyla at this point. Hell, she wanted to forget the whole conversation. The thought of her friend giving her sex tips made her feel, she didn't even know. Girls did these things with each other, right? But a porn star giving tips was a lot different than a couple of twelve-year-olds practicing French kissing. Finally, Lyla spoke.

"Who would we get to watch the kids?"

Tara was realizing there was more to porn than just lying on your back.

Lyla's tutelage was turning into some crazy sex bootcamp. Lyla insisted she could become a hellcat in six weeks, but Tara didn't know if she could last that long. Three sets of kegels a day. Crunches to strengthen her core. Yoga to strengthen her core. Belly dancing to strengthen her core and hips. God, she hated her core. Lyla also gave her lessons on blowjobs using the age old popsicle method. The only reason Tara's tutoring stayed below the radar was because of Jax's travel schedule.

"You'll be just fine." Lyla tried to soothe Tara's nerves as she strapped the boys in her car. "Just remember to have fun. Men are easy; a willing woman is most of the battle." Tara tried to smile as Lyla pulled out, but a tsunami of doubt began to engulf her. Was she really competing with escorts now? She thought her cat fighting days were over. What would Jax think?

Tara was still dealing with her doubts when Jax arrived. "Hey, baby." Tara couldn't help but grin. She was always thrilled when her husband walked through the door. Jax returned the smile. "How ya doing, darlin'?"

"Lonely." Tara walked straight to him and purposely brushed against his body. She decided to get straight to the point; she didn't want to lose her nerve. She whispered, "Lyla has the boys," and that was all the encouragement Jax needed. Thank God. Tara didn't think she could pull off one of those dopey come-hither lines.

Tara pushed Jax's naked body on top of the comforter and straddled him. Tara passionately kissed Jax's mouth, taking the time to explore Jax's cupid's bow and lower lip with her tongue. Her lips traveled lightly across his cheekbone until they reached his ear. She used her tongue to slowly trace his outer ear before grazing his lobe with her teeth. Each move was done at a leisurely pace, because according to Lyla, 'swiftness is the sign of an inexperienced lover.' Tara continued her tongue traces and grazes until she felt goose bumps along Jax's neck, and then switched to the other side. She felt Jax's hands reach under his old t-shirt and glide along her back.

When he thought he would whimper at her mouth's deliberateness, Jax pushed Tara's upper body in a higher position and began rolling her shirt above her stomach. Tara raised her arms to help him along. When Jax had fully removed her top, he simply stared while Tara grinned triumphantly. She had attached a pair of silver tassels on her taut nipples – pole dancer 101. Tara shook her breasts ever so slightly so air could flow through the strands. Tara pushed Jax on his back again while he was still in his stupor. "You ready, baby?" Jax grinned devilishly, ready to enjoy his wife's efforts. Tara returned the smile. "Then let's have some fun."

Jax stopped trying to halt his groans in the first thirty seconds of his wife's ministrations. All of her core training was paying off tremendously. Tara's pussy had deliciously encompassed her husband's entire dick. Stiff, precise jerks rotated effortlessly from her hips, a two count rhythm that caused Jax's dick to sway back and forth inside her. Then Tara placed his hands on each of her breasts. She glided his thumbs on her upper mounds while encouraging him to manipulate her stacks however he wanted. The tassels movements on her nipples caused a rush of wetness to drip around Jax's dick. Imagining how she appeared to him now made her grind even harder into him.

Tara's changed her bush jerks into figure eight circles, forcing herself to make slow, detailed rotations. Tara leaned herself towards Jax's pecs as her hips swiveled on top of his cock. She allowed the tips of her tassels to sway above and tickle Jax's chest. She extended a hand behind her and lightly caressed his balls.

Jax already thought he would go crazy from Tara's riding and tassels, but he hit lunatic status when Tara's walls began clutching his dick. His cock was blanketed in between her hot, wet walls, and he could feel his dick vibrate from Tara's hip thrusts and shimmies. He tried to protest, strained to hold back when he heard his wife whisper, "Come for me," but the sensations were too overwhelming.

Tara felt victorious when Jax grabbed her hips and rocked his cock violently into her center. She folded her arms against his chest and waited patiently until Jax opened his eyes. His look was of a child that had received his favorite toy at Christmas. Tara couldn't help but smile slyly. "Happy to be home, baby?" Tara laughed when Jax could only muster a grin; she reached over to a nightstand to retrieve a glass of water. "We need to get you hydrated," Tara smirked. Jax knew a glass of water couldn't begin to calm his body down. Hell, he didn't even think a couple of joints and some tequila would help. Not that Tara seemed interested in him leveling out. In fact, the gleam in her eye told him something entirely different. And when she leaned down and began sucking on his neck, his suspicions were confirmed.

Tara had already left for work when Gemma let herself into the house. She automatically made coffee while she waiting for Lyla to drop off the kids. Jax staggered into the kitchen about twenty minutes later. Gemma poured him some coffee while giving him a long once-over. She narrowed her eyes accusingly. "Were you at Diosa last night?" Jax's body stiffened immediately, then softened. He guessed he deserved that.

"No, why would I be?'

"Because you look like you got ran over by the cage. And you smell like sweat, cum, and some kind of goddamn pheromone gone sour."

Jax's grin was smug. "Nah, that's all Tara."

Gemma thought for a second, then nodded her head. "The girl's learning."