Cabaret Girls, Bartenders, and Coffee
Author: Cover Girl
Email: zaaajak@yahoo.com
Feedback: please
Distribution: Please ask first.
Summary: That's cheating
Pairing: Flint & Lady Jaye
Chapter: 1/
Rating: PG-13, one of the later chapters deserves the R.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Joes although that would be awesome….Hasbro/Marvel/DD owns them…
"All right men, you know the drill. We locate the Intel agent and move her out of there," Flint looked at his men.
"Ah—sir?" A young sergeant raised his hand. "How are we supposed to know who she is? I mean it's a show room…. any idea what she looks like?"
"No, she's supposed to find Carter," Flint grinned. Some guys have all the luck. "So we handle surveillance and wait. Once she's out safely you boys can go have some fun---thought you'd like that." Flint caught their grins.
How the hell did they get an Intel agent into this place? Never seen one that could pass for a showgirl. Flint shook his head as he entered the show room. The show was beginning as they found their tables. To anyone watching they were just a bunch of guys here for a good time, none were in uniform all were dressed casually. Flint was wearing dark dress slacks and blue polo shirt.
She watched from the side as he entered after spotting Carter. The chip she carried had too many secrets to trust to anyone. She talked one of the other girls into passing Carter a note for her while she went after the guy in charge—Faireborn. She watched as the first act played out and the girl passed the note. Carter stepped out of the room to scan it. They expect me to pass this off to him. She rolled her eyes as the stage manager yelled "Showtime Ginger, you're up and watch your step."
She surveyed her costume once more. My own mother wouldn't recognize me--- that's good. She'd kill me for sure. She adjusted her costume straightening it out. It could be worse…I could be one of the topless dancers in the next act. She dusted glitter over body. Let's go…Ginger. Watching from her vantage point she saw him sitting there, joking with his men as Carter approached him. He was scowling as Carter gave him a message. He stood to leave when someone yelled for him to sit down. I have to get to him…how? She grinned as she looked to her 6-inch heels and tugged on the end of one breaking a small crack in it.
"Hey, Flint we can't leave yet," Carter hit him on the shoulder. "Check them out…" pointing to the dancers coming on. "I definitely have to get my girl one of those bikinis," Carter wolf whistled as she passed them wearing a silver beaded ensemble. The bottoms cut low to show off her lower abs and a belly ring while the thin straps rested on her hips exposing most of her cheeks even with a bustle of fabric on her back while the top lifted her breasts to expose the tops. She wore a headpiece that covered her hair in a turban fashion while her eyes were painted with a make-up mask of vivid colors and more glitter.
"Man she's built," a corporal sitting with them added as he whistled along with Carter. Flint watched I'll say as she danced towards the stage in a choreographed move. Her heel broke sending her right into Flint's lap.
"Nice catch Flint," Carter applauded.
"Are you ok, Miss?" Flint grinned down at his catch. Green eyes…hmmm?
"I can't believe I was so clumsy," she blushed coyly as the stage manager headed in her direction. "Looks like I'm in for it now," she sighed.
"Ginger," he hissed as he approached her, "get back on stage."
"Her heel's broken," Flint spoke up dismissing the manager. "It wasn't her fault."
"I have to go but how about a drink after the show," she whispered.
"Sure."
"Thanks again," she smiled as she lightly brushed her lips over his while the room erupted in whistles and clapping. He watched as she returned to her place in the chorus. Well looks like I got a date tonight. He grinned back at his men who sat with their mouths hanging open.
"Damn it, Flint, you do have all the luck," Carter groaned as he left Flint at the bar.
"Night…"
"Hey, what'll it be?" a green eyed-blonde bartender called down to him as she approached.
"I'm waiting for someone."
"If it's one of the girls? She'll be awhile," she smiled as she stood in front of him.
"Give me a bottle of Black and Tan," he put his money down.
"Sure thing," she set it up and watched as he waited…and waited. The two struck up an easy conversation.
"Don't think any of them are left," she patted his hand.
"Really?" looking about the showroom.
"Which girl were you looking for?"
"Ginger?"
"Ginger?" she laughed. "Ginger left awhile ago. She sprained her ankle pretty badly in that fall she took. You're the one that caught her, aren't you?"
"She didn't get into trouble did she?"
"No…she'll be back in a few days. Care for a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," he grinned. He was enjoying the conversation.
"How do you take it?"
"Black with two sugars."
"Just two?"
"Yeah…can't stand it straight."
They sat to the side nursing their coffee and chatting about English lit stuff of all things before she noticed the time.
"I've got to go. It was nice," she smiled as they were leaving. "You've got something on the back of your slacks," she brushed it off with her hand before he could look and slipped the chip into his pocket.
"Thanks," he grinned.
"No thank you," she smiled as she headed in the opposite direction with a slight limp.
"Mission complete," she radioed to her contact.
"Faireborn!" his CO growled as he came in the barracks.
"Sir?"
"Give me the chip."
"Sir, the mission was scrubbed. The contact never caught up with us and gave Carter a note." He stood at attention.
"No…. the contact planted it on you," he motioned to another soldier. "Scan him."
beeB..beEB..bEEB…BEEPBEEPBEEP "Here it is sir," waving a sensor over Flint's back pocket.
"How?" pulling the chip out and handing it over.
"So what did she look like?" Carter came up from behind him.
"No clue…."
Eight months later….
"Ok, here's the game plan people," Hawk stood in the conference room.
"Flint you'll handle Lady Jaye's back up on this…thanks Jaye," taking a cup of coffee from her and adding sugar and cream.
"But sir…are you sure she can. I mean it calls for her to go inside a cabaret show," Flint scrutinized her as she handed him a cup of coffee.
"Are you kidding…she's the best at this stuff," Hawk laughed.
"Here you go Flint…black two sugars," she passed it to him.
How did she know? Flint looked at her.
"She's done it before although watch yourself Lady Jaye last time you sprained an ankle," Hawk chided.
"She what…" Flint sprayed his coffee across the table.
"Not enough sugar, Flint?" she winked at him.
Green eyes…the showgirl…the bartender…
Author: Cover Girl
Email: zaaajak@yahoo.com
Feedback: please
Distribution: Please ask first.
Summary: That's cheating
Pairing: Flint & Lady Jaye
Chapter: 1/
Rating: PG-13, one of the later chapters deserves the R.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Joes although that would be awesome….Hasbro/Marvel/DD owns them…
"All right men, you know the drill. We locate the Intel agent and move her out of there," Flint looked at his men.
"Ah—sir?" A young sergeant raised his hand. "How are we supposed to know who she is? I mean it's a show room…. any idea what she looks like?"
"No, she's supposed to find Carter," Flint grinned. Some guys have all the luck. "So we handle surveillance and wait. Once she's out safely you boys can go have some fun---thought you'd like that." Flint caught their grins.
How the hell did they get an Intel agent into this place? Never seen one that could pass for a showgirl. Flint shook his head as he entered the show room. The show was beginning as they found their tables. To anyone watching they were just a bunch of guys here for a good time, none were in uniform all were dressed casually. Flint was wearing dark dress slacks and blue polo shirt.
She watched from the side as he entered after spotting Carter. The chip she carried had too many secrets to trust to anyone. She talked one of the other girls into passing Carter a note for her while she went after the guy in charge—Faireborn. She watched as the first act played out and the girl passed the note. Carter stepped out of the room to scan it. They expect me to pass this off to him. She rolled her eyes as the stage manager yelled "Showtime Ginger, you're up and watch your step."
She surveyed her costume once more. My own mother wouldn't recognize me--- that's good. She'd kill me for sure. She adjusted her costume straightening it out. It could be worse…I could be one of the topless dancers in the next act. She dusted glitter over body. Let's go…Ginger. Watching from her vantage point she saw him sitting there, joking with his men as Carter approached him. He was scowling as Carter gave him a message. He stood to leave when someone yelled for him to sit down. I have to get to him…how? She grinned as she looked to her 6-inch heels and tugged on the end of one breaking a small crack in it.
"Hey, Flint we can't leave yet," Carter hit him on the shoulder. "Check them out…" pointing to the dancers coming on. "I definitely have to get my girl one of those bikinis," Carter wolf whistled as she passed them wearing a silver beaded ensemble. The bottoms cut low to show off her lower abs and a belly ring while the thin straps rested on her hips exposing most of her cheeks even with a bustle of fabric on her back while the top lifted her breasts to expose the tops. She wore a headpiece that covered her hair in a turban fashion while her eyes were painted with a make-up mask of vivid colors and more glitter.
"Man she's built," a corporal sitting with them added as he whistled along with Carter. Flint watched I'll say as she danced towards the stage in a choreographed move. Her heel broke sending her right into Flint's lap.
"Nice catch Flint," Carter applauded.
"Are you ok, Miss?" Flint grinned down at his catch. Green eyes…hmmm?
"I can't believe I was so clumsy," she blushed coyly as the stage manager headed in her direction. "Looks like I'm in for it now," she sighed.
"Ginger," he hissed as he approached her, "get back on stage."
"Her heel's broken," Flint spoke up dismissing the manager. "It wasn't her fault."
"I have to go but how about a drink after the show," she whispered.
"Sure."
"Thanks again," she smiled as she lightly brushed her lips over his while the room erupted in whistles and clapping. He watched as she returned to her place in the chorus. Well looks like I got a date tonight. He grinned back at his men who sat with their mouths hanging open.
"Damn it, Flint, you do have all the luck," Carter groaned as he left Flint at the bar.
"Night…"
"Hey, what'll it be?" a green eyed-blonde bartender called down to him as she approached.
"I'm waiting for someone."
"If it's one of the girls? She'll be awhile," she smiled as she stood in front of him.
"Give me a bottle of Black and Tan," he put his money down.
"Sure thing," she set it up and watched as he waited…and waited. The two struck up an easy conversation.
"Don't think any of them are left," she patted his hand.
"Really?" looking about the showroom.
"Which girl were you looking for?"
"Ginger?"
"Ginger?" she laughed. "Ginger left awhile ago. She sprained her ankle pretty badly in that fall she took. You're the one that caught her, aren't you?"
"She didn't get into trouble did she?"
"No…she'll be back in a few days. Care for a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," he grinned. He was enjoying the conversation.
"How do you take it?"
"Black with two sugars."
"Just two?"
"Yeah…can't stand it straight."
They sat to the side nursing their coffee and chatting about English lit stuff of all things before she noticed the time.
"I've got to go. It was nice," she smiled as they were leaving. "You've got something on the back of your slacks," she brushed it off with her hand before he could look and slipped the chip into his pocket.
"Thanks," he grinned.
"No thank you," she smiled as she headed in the opposite direction with a slight limp.
"Mission complete," she radioed to her contact.
"Faireborn!" his CO growled as he came in the barracks.
"Sir?"
"Give me the chip."
"Sir, the mission was scrubbed. The contact never caught up with us and gave Carter a note." He stood at attention.
"No…. the contact planted it on you," he motioned to another soldier. "Scan him."
beeB..beEB..bEEB…BEEPBEEPBEEP "Here it is sir," waving a sensor over Flint's back pocket.
"How?" pulling the chip out and handing it over.
"So what did she look like?" Carter came up from behind him.
"No clue…."
Eight months later….
"Ok, here's the game plan people," Hawk stood in the conference room.
"Flint you'll handle Lady Jaye's back up on this…thanks Jaye," taking a cup of coffee from her and adding sugar and cream.
"But sir…are you sure she can. I mean it calls for her to go inside a cabaret show," Flint scrutinized her as she handed him a cup of coffee.
"Are you kidding…she's the best at this stuff," Hawk laughed.
"Here you go Flint…black two sugars," she passed it to him.
How did she know? Flint looked at her.
"She's done it before although watch yourself Lady Jaye last time you sprained an ankle," Hawk chided.
"She what…" Flint sprayed his coffee across the table.
"Not enough sugar, Flint?" she winked at him.
Green eyes…the showgirl…the bartender…