Author's Note: This may turn M if I decide to continue it, but for right now, based on limited available time, I think I'm going to leave it as a one shot. Thanks so much for all the reviews! I love the feedback.
Jess watches the screen in front of her carefully analyzing every detail. So far everything is going to plan on their little sting. She's set up in a surveillance room, watching some tv's hooked up to cameras the FBI had carefully hidden before. Mike is under with a set of gangster's, led by Carlos Pistachio. In the drug world he's small fish, but Mike is sure busting him they can flip him and find out more about the bus line.
Carlos is the kind of guy who likes to know who he's working with. Mike had met him while he was under at Graceland before and had reestablished contact when he came back. Despite the former connection, Mike still needed to put in a lot of "Bro time." Tonight that meant a lot of poker was being played, which Mike was shockingly good at. They'd been at it for a while and Jess hoped they'd get down to business soon.
"Read them and weep boys." Mike says cockily as he lays down his winning hand, and Jess can't help but get all turned on despite herself when he's like this.
All the men at the table groan as Mike collects his winnings. "Alright, now that that's settled let's talk business. Unless you'd like to play another hand." Mike grins.
"Hold on, Mike. You just cleaned us all out. I couldn't possibly talk business with everyone feeling so defeated." Carlos says. Jess silently curses Mike for being so competitive, he couldn't have just let them win something?
Carlos get's an amused smirk though and looks around jovially at his men. "Luckily... I have a little surprise to lift the spirits... and other things."
"You want to do a line now? Come on man, let's do this sober. Save it for after the deal to celebrate." Mike groans good naturedly, trying to move things along without looking suspicious.
"Better my friend. Better." Carlos assures him. "Jim! Send in the ladies!"
All the men hoot and hollar realizing that Carlos has bought them some "entertainment" for the evening. Mike just rolls his eyes.
"Come on man... really? You got strippers?" Mike groans. "Let's do some business."
"Strippers? No. Strippers are for highschool punks and bachelor parties." Carlos scoffs at Mike, "I got us hookers."
"Hookers? Really?" Mike asks, "Doesn't that seem a little dirty?"
"That's the point Mike." Carlos winks at him in a perverted fashion. "Relax, I got professionals. Not those whore's you see on the street. Classy ladies. Beautiful ones. I hired half a dozen."
"You'll love it. I'll even give you first pick of the girls. Though with a face like that, I'm sure you're used to it you handsome devil." Carlos teases Mike. Mike grins. Jess watches him on the screen. If she didn't know Mike better she would swear Carlos and him were best friends.
"I have a girl." Mike said simply, and Jess felt her heart flutter a little.
She and Mike hadn't had the talk yet. She was too afraid to. She didn't want to surrender her heart if he didn't really want it, so she hid under casual acts of bravado, saying they were just "having fun." She wants Mike to want more and be the one to push for the relationship. She doesn't want to read too much into the comment. It could just be part of his cover, but she can't deny she liked hearing him say it.
Jess watches over the screen with a private smile from Mike's comment, as the men all give Mike shit about being whipped. Suddenly Mike's entire calm demeanor changes. He is suddenly on high alert, sitting up straight in his seat, looking shocked. Jess follows his intense gaze and stares at the other camera screens to try to see what has changed. Her eyes narrow as she sees what's on camera three. The hookers have entered the room, and in the front of the pack is the blonde DEA agent she had seen Mike talking to earlier that day.
"Well men, more for us…" Says the gang's boss, standing up from his chair and walking over lecherously to greet the hookers, "Ladies!"
The look on Mike's face is murderous as the boss runs a finger possessively up the blonde's bare arm. Jess watches as his fingers clench into a fist on the couch next to his side. Mike is on his feet in a second, crossing the room to where the boss is. His eyes remain locked on the blonde the entire time. For a second Jess worries he may blow the whole operation by throwing the blonde over his shoulder and carrying her out of the room to safety.
"Come on Mike, I would give you the first ride. You've earned it." The boss pulls a voluptuous Latina girl in Mike's direction with a grin, misinterpreting Mike's intentions.
Mike walks past the brunette without a glance and says in a low predatory voice, "I prefer blondes."
The blonde's green eyes are locked with his, and even in the FBI set up room a block away, Jess can feel the sexual tension through the tv screen.
The blonde girl stares up at Mike with a grin, and the entire room of thugs cat calls, knowing that it's on.
"One more thing, I don't share." Mike says firmly, his eyes never leaving the green sparkling eyes in front of him even as he addresses Carlos.
"Mike, I got these girls for the everyone. Be reasonable. I can give you first stab, but I can't give up a girl for the whole night." Carlos whines.
"There are other girls for the men." Mike says, in a low dangerous voice.
"Mike, you know you're my best guy, but this one…" Carlos tries to reason with Mike, but is interrupted.
"I will reimburse you for the cost." Mike hands over his his poker winnings like it's nothing.
"Half a million? For one girl?" Carlos asks incredulously, shocked by the high value. "I paid less for my first wife."
"Well that's to reimburse you for your expense, and tip the other ladies for picking up the slack." Mike says casually. His voice leaves no question that he has a mission. Jess would roll her eyes if she weren't afraid to look away from the camera for a second. That was the FBI's money Mike just gave away. He wasn't authorized to do that. Sure if this sting goes well, they should get it back, but he's being sloppy. He's not going according to plan. He should obviously let the blonde sleep with Carlos to see if she can get any information.
"You really think she's worth it?" Carlos asks as he's flipping through his money.
Mike looked almost cruelly up and down the blonde, like he was examining a piece of meat. He shrugs, trying to look aloof. "We'll see."
"You don't want to sample the merchandise first?" Carlos grins, obviously wanting to see a show.
The look of doubt Mike shoots the blonde agent is so quick that Jess almost thinks she's imagining it. She sees him mentally preparing himself, and then he finally makes his decision. Mike takes two quick confident steps forward and grabs the blonde roughly by the ass, pulling her flush against him. He uses his other hand to grab the back of her hair, passionately pulling her lips forward to meet his own. He kisses her deeply, their tongues thrashing between them. The girl responds enthusiastically, rolling her hips against Mike's. His hand comes down lower, slipping under her short skirt, squeezing her ass and bringing one leg up to wrap around his waist. Jess is horrified thinking he may start fucking this girl in front of the whole room of witnesses. Even in their most intense sexual sessions, Jess has never seen Mike so lost in desire.
"You don't kiss a hooker dude." The boss to his side scolds Mike, though he is obviously turned on by what he just witnessed.
The words take a minute to get through to Mike who is still looking like he is trying to devour the lithe woman in front of him alive. In fact the blonde seems to be the one who hears them first, pulling away leaving Mike leaning in for more, breathless and dizzy. It takes him a moment to compose himself, and he's staring at the woman in front of him questioningly.
"I paid half a million for her. I'll do whatever I want to her." Mike says roughly, obviously still breathless from the kiss. Trying to gain control of himself and get back in character, he turns back to the blonde and runs a finger down her throat, "You going to be a good girl for me, beautiful?"
"I'll be whatever you want me to be, honey." The blonde says in a sugary voice, her eyes seeming to twinkle with mischief.
Jess wants to strangle the bitch. The slut is clearly enjoying this too much, and Jess knew that Mike was far too eager to get back to Graceland. This must be why he jumped at the first chance to get back her without telling him. Even through the grainy screen of the hidden camera, Jess can see the outline of Mike's desire clearly through his pants as he shifts uncomfortably.
The blonde takes him by the hand and begins to lead him back to the couch. The other actual prostitutes all start to find partners, settling down on the laps of the various men.
"Alright, now that the entertainment's here..." Mike sits down on the couch and momentarily loses his train of thought as the blond sits down beside him, her fingers tracing through the hair on the back of his neck, "Let's get the business side of things over with so we can have some fun!"
Jess is proud of Mike for finally getting a hold of himself and moving things forwards. More than anything, she now wants them to close the deal so she can make this bust and get Mike as far away from that blonde as possible.
"Not so fast my friend... No harm in mingling some business with pleasure." Carlos has settled down with a beautiful Asian in his lap and looks over with a pig like grin at Mike. "Let's have a few drinks, and relax. Enjoy the company if you will. There will be plenty of time for business later."
Mike's eyes involuntarily close and his head falls back on the couch as the blonde's lips find his collar bone and her hand drifts to rub his crotch through his jeans. He looks like he's just shot up with the world's most potent heroin, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' face. Jess grits her teeth and begins to pace.
This is going to be the longest day of Jess's life.