Hi gang, I'm back again.I've finally given in to my smut impulse because, let's face it, there just isn't enough SMACKED smut out there. This little piece is in 2 chapters, I', afraid chapter 1 isn't very SMACKED but please keep reading ;)
Disclaimer: If I owned Mac Taylor I wouldn't need to work out my frustration writing smut ;)
Lindsay bit her lip and drew the flyer out of her pocket once more, grinning to herself as the elevator doors slid open. She was finally back from maternity leave and she was in the mood to have a little fun. With that in mind she looked around for Stella.
The older woman was probably Lindsay's best friend in New York, not to mention a very willing babysitter. Lindsay wanted to do something for her to thank her for helping with the baby and for being her bridesmaid at her and Danny's little impromptu wedding earlier that year.
She found the curly headed detective in the break room, pouring coffee.
"Hey Lindsay," she greeted cheerfully. "How's my little pumpkin today?"
"Having a day at home with daddy. Actually I'm kinda glad I'm working. Danny's a great father but when the two of them get going…".
She pulled a face and Stella smiled.
"All part of being a mother," she told her with a laugh.
"Yeh, well, I was hoping to get a night off from that."
Stella raised her eyebrows and Lindsay practically bounced with excitement.
"I saw this flyer on the way in this morning and I thought you and I could have a little fun tonight."
Digging the flyer out of her pocket once more she passed it to Stella with a wink.
"After all," she added. "I never did have a bachelorette party."
Stella looked at the flyer and grinned. In large red print it said, "HOTNESS, TEN GORGEOUS HUNKS, OILED AND IN THE MOOD TO PARTY. TONIGHT AT MIRA'S CHAMPAGNE LOUNGE (Cover charge $20, includes free bottle of champagne per table. Ladies only)."
"You in?" asked Lindsay brightly.
Stella returned her smile.
"Oh, you bet I'm in," she said.
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Shift was nearly over and Stella was packing up for the day. As she headed for the elevator she saw Mac coming out of his office and she couldn't help but smile at him.
Their relationship, had been slightly different of late. Since their return from Greece something seemed to have changed between them. To most they would appear to be their normal professional selves but there was undeniably more flirting than before, they went places together after work more regularly and then there was the kissing.
It had started very low key with Stella's little kisses on the cheek getting gradually closer and closer to his mouth until one night after he'd walked her home he'd finally cracked and kissed her properly; an action which had left her weak at the knees and quite unable to form a coherent sentence for several minutes afterwards.
Since then there had been a few repeat performances. He had gotten into the habit of taking her hand as soon as they went out-with a three-block radius of the lab, as though he had some kind of in-built boundary sensor. They had babysat for Danny and Lindsay a few times together, but in truth things had progressed little further than that and it was not a topic that was likely to come up for discussion any time soon.
Unfortunately there was just no getting away from the fact that they worked for the NYPD and that he was her boss and that any escalation on their part would contravene a whole bunch of rules. Sinclair had been pissed enough when he found out about Danny and Lindsay. Stella could only imagine the kind of hell he would create if he found out there was something going on between the lab director and his second in command.
Stella found the whole thing thoroughly frustrating and, judging from the slightly pained look Mac always threw her as they said goodnight at her door, he was suffering from the same strain. But it was going to take a little more than longing looks and breathless kisses to make Mac break the rules like that and Stella didn't want to push him, preferring to let things simmer away for the moment.
Mac sidled up to her as she waited for the elevator, returning her smile with one of his own.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey."
They stood in silence for a moment before Stella remembered that there was something she wanted to say to him.
"Uh Mac, am I on call tonight?"
"You're supposed to be on second. Why? Something wrong?"
"No, it's just that Lindsay asked me to go out with her tonight; kind of a girls' night out thing. She hasn't been out in a while and I'd hate to get called in and have her either have to stay by herself or go home early."
Mac smiled sympathetically.
"Don't worry about it. I'll call dispatch, let them know I'm taking second call."
"Would you?"
He was giving her that little sideways smile of his and he nodded.
"Sure, you just make sure Lindsay has a good time."
The elevator arrived and they stepped on. Momentarily alone Stella kissed him sweetly.
"Thanks Mac," she murmured in his ear before the door opened again to let more people on.
They rode the rest of the way down in silence until the car reached the ground floor and they stepped out into the entry hall.
"Hey," said Mac as they headed out of the door. "Where are you girls goin' tonight anyway?"
"To see some strippers," Stella called, leaving Mac to choke and blush in the entry way as she headed out into the late afternoon sunshine.
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Mira's Champagne Lounge, it turned out, was a classy uptown night-spot. There was a karaoke bar and a dance floor and even a couple of poles for use of the patrons should they wish. But tonight there were chairs and tables set up over most of the dance floor with a little raised stage area at one end in front of the DJ booth.
Stella and Lindsay paid their cover charge and managed to squeeze their way near the front with a little subtle use of Stella's police ID.
"You know I always knew you carried that around with you off-duty for a reason," said Lindsay with a smirk as they slid into their seats.
The place was crawling with women, most of them bored housewives or bachelorette parties, all kitted out in their slutty finest. Stella and Lindsay felt a little tame by comparison.
"I knew I should have worn a different dress," muttered Lindsay as she tugged at her outfit.
Stella looked her young friend over. Pregnancy and breast feeding had done a lot for her naturally curvy figure and she was currently spilling out of a black satin strapless number, balancing precariously on six inch stilettos.
"I'm betting Danny didn't see what you were wearing when you left huh?"
Lindsay blushed.
"We went out to dinner a coupe of weeks ago and he said I wasn't allowed to wear it in public again."
"Why not?"
"He said my cleavage kept distracting him from all the guys he wanted to shoot for looking at me."
Stella laughed. At least her friends seemed to be indulging in a normal sex life, even with their baby. She wondered for a minute if this little trip tonight was in any way meant to incite jealousy in Danny; she knew they took as much delight in pissing each other off now as they had done before they were married.
She was about to ask if Danny knew where she was tonight when a waiter, devoid of shirt and covered in oil appeared with their free bottle of champagne.
"The show starts in five minutes," he told them.
"Are you in it?" asked Stella and he smirked at her.
"Oh honey, you should be so lucky," he said and minced off towards to the bar to pick up more bottles.
Both women managed to contain their giggles until he was out of ear shot and then fell about laughing.
"Do you think they're all like that?" asked Lindsay when she had recovered her breath.
"If they are I can see there being an angry mob of horny women demanding their money back," laughed Stella.
They were still giggling when the show started. There were, as advertised, ten performers, all blondes over six feet and with shoulders and chest muscles you could break rocks on. Each one had a different costume; a builder, a businessman, a fireman, a cop, a soldier, a biker, an astronaut, a doctor, a Greek god and a circus strongman. Each one stripped individually while raunchy music pulsated out of the sound system and the collective audience screamed at them to "TAKE IT OFF!".
Eventually, after each one had done his piece they all came on stage and one of them took a microphone from the DJ who looked as though he'd like to be wearing a blindfold right now.
"Good evening ladies," called the hunk with the microphone.
The women screamed and Stella and Lindsay screamed along with them.
"Are you having a good time?"
Another scream.
"I said, are you having a good time?"
A louder scream.
"I thought so. Well now its time for one lucky lady to have herself an adventure. We took all of your names at the door and now we're gonna pull one of those names from a hat and that lucky lady is gonna come up here and get up close and personal with a couple of us. Does that sound like fun?"
A wild, lust-filled scream ripped through the room.
"Okay then. Eddie, may I have the hat?"
Another of the hunks on stage brought out a top hat filled to the brim with bits of paper. The one with the mic thrust his hand in and rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out one of the slips.
"Here we go. Our lucky lady is… Stella Bonasera!"
Stella's eyes widened in horror.
"What?" she screamed although she couldn't be heard above the disappointed moans of the other women.
"Hey Stella, where are you baby?"
"Here she is!" shrieked Lindsay, jumping up and pointing helpfully.
"Lindsay!" Stella yelled as two of the strippers made their way towards her.
"Come on Stella, live a little," called her friend.
The two men had now reached them and one of them, without so much as a by-you-leave whisked Stella up into the air and over his shoulder, carrying her back towards the stage. His partner, much to Lindsay's amusement, took Stella's seat.
"Let's have a big hand for Stella everyone," said the guy with the mic. "And as for you Miss," he said, addressing Lindsay, "Chad there is gonna sit with you so you don't get lonely while we play with your friend."
"Fine with me!" Lindsay shouted to laughter and cheering from the crowd.
By now the guy carrying Stella had reached the stage and put her down on her feet.
The guy with the mic sidled up to her and slid an arm around her waist.
"Well hey there Stella, I'm Chris. Are you having a good time tonight?"
"Well I was until you've friend there carried me up here," she muttered but he ignored her, giving her a squeeze instead.
"So Stella, tell us, are you married?"
"No."
"Single huh? Lucky us."
Stella didn't bother trying to explain, she only glared at Lindsay who beamed at her from the audience.
"And what do you do Stella?"
She thought about lying, saying she was an air-stewardess or something but decided against it.
"I'm a Crime Scene Investigator, I work at the New York Crime Lab."
"A CSI huh? Like on TV?"
Stella rolled her eyes.
"Sure, like on TV."
"So are you used to dealing with bad boys Stella?" asked Chris, giving her another little squeeze.
"Uh, I guess so."
"Do you think you'd like to deal with these bad boys right here?"
Stella looked out at Lindsay once again who was grinning at her and giving her the thumbs up. What the hell, she thought.
"Absolutely," she replied.
"Alright then, let's get started!"
There was more cheering from the crowd and the music started playing again.
"You like to dance Stella?" asked Chris.
"Sure."
"Cool, cos Patrick here is gonna dance with you while we set up a few things. Have fun."
Patrick appeared to be the one who had been dressed as the astronaut, unless he had been the strongman, she wasn't sure. Either way he was now clad in only a black thong as were his comrades.
He took hold of her waist from behind and started grinding to the music, forcing her to sway along with him.
"Just relax and have fun with it," he whispered in her ear.
He raised her arms above her head, running his hands down them and down the sides of her body before spinning her around and wrapping one hand around her behind.
Stella tensed for a moment at the contact but decided just to go along with it. Actually, it was kind of fun.
They danced a little longer until Chris called a halt and led her over to a chair. The other strippers lined up behind her.
"So, Stella, I want you to pick one of our boys to have a little fun with. Who's it gonna be?"
Stella looked along the line. She considered just pointing at Patrick but she lost him in the line-up.
"Uh, I guess I'll take that one," she said pointing randomly into the throng.
"Alright, Steve, come on forward here."
Another of the identikit strippers stepped towards them.
"Now Stella," said Chris, reaching for something in the DJ booth, "you kinda work for the NYPD right?"
"Yes."
"So, can I take it that you know how these work?"
He dangled a pair of black sparkly handcuffs in front of her and the crowd went wild.
"Yeh," she managed.
"Great. Hey, Steve, take a seat why don't you?"
Steve obligingly sat down.
"Now Stella, would you please cuff Steve to the chair in anyway you like."
Taking the cuffs from Chris she walked around behind the man in the chair and snapped open the cuffs. Threading them through the slats of the chairback she then attached them to Steve's wrists which he had extended behind him.
"Well you've certainly done that before," said Chris, winking at the crowd who howled with laughter.
"Now Stella, let me ask you something. Do you like whipped cream?"
Stella began to see where this was going.
"Yeh, I guess so."
"Fantastic!"
Chris produced a can of the stuff from somewhere and shook it. He grinned at the man bound in the chair before him.
"Open wide Steve," he said brightly before filling the man's mouth with the stuff.
"Go ahead Stella," he said, giving her a little shove.
Stella grimaced slightly and then leant over and kissed the guy in the chair, her mouth filling with cream as he stuck his tongue into her mouth.
Pulling back sharply she wiped cream from her mouth with the back of her hand while the room cheered.
"How about some more?" called Chris, leaning over again and this time depositing cream in two neat piles over Steve's nipples.
Stella fought another grimace. I did say what the hell didn't I ?, she thought. Just think about Mac, a voice in her head said and she smiled slightly at it.
Nearing the bound man once more she placed her hands gently against his chest and leaned in, closing her eyes.
Reaching out with her tongue she licked lightly at the cream covering his nipple. In her head she imagined Mac bound helplessly in a chair as she licked cream from his body. She felt her own body start to heat in a way that had nothing to do with the bright lights that were shining on her.
Finishing with one nipple she moved to begin lapping at the other, quite lost in her little fantasy until she realised that all the cream was gone.
"Down girl!" said Chris brightly as she stood, flushing and trying not to look at the man in the chair.
"Now it's our turn to play."
One of the strippers came forward and released Steve from the chair before indicating that it was her turn to sit.
Stella nibbled her lips slightly before acquiescing and taking a seat. Her hands were restrained with the cuffs the same way Steve's had been.
"Now open your legs Stella," said Chris and she glared at him.
"What?"
"Open your legs. Come on, we're not gonna hurt you."
Stella frowned but she supposed this was a up-market establishment; she doubted they were going to let a bunch of crazed perverts lose on paying customers, so she complied, suddenly wishing she had worn trousers instead of a dress that night.
One of the strippers, now kneeled before her with the can of whipped cream in his hands. Stella closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was about to happen. And then she felt the cool cream on her skin, on the inside of her left leg, just above her knee. All things considered she supposed it could have been worse.
She closed her eyes tighter, blocking out the sounds of cheering as she felt a hot mouth connect with her skin, removing the cream slowly. Again she thought of Mac, concentrating on the idea that it was him licking cream from her legs instead of some oiled stranger in a stripper show.
When the guy was done with one leg he began applying cream to the other in the same spot, removing it in the same way. In her head Stella was pretty far gone. Thinking about Mac's tongue on her skin had sent her mind to all kinds of bad places and she was actually panting by the time the guy had finished removing the cream from her leg.
"Alright, let's have a big round of applause for Stella for being such a good sport!" called Chris as she felt the cuffs being loosed from her wrists.
A little flushed in the face she muttered a "thank you" under her breath before practically running back to her seat.
"You looked like you were kind enjoying some of that," said Lindsay, once her minder had retuned to the stage to take his bows with his teammates.
"I was uh… well…"
"Thinking about someone else right?"
Stella looked at Lindsay.
"What?"
"Come on," said the small woman, standing, "it's late and my feet are killing me."
They found a taxi a pretty close to the club and Stella saw Lindsay home. But Stella was in no mood to go home just yet. Instead she gave the driver Mac's address and leaned back in her seat, just praying that he hadn't been called out.