Jake sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. The numbers 9:50 flashed on the dash board and Jake inhaled slowly through his nose. Just inside that building was Santiago, Amy, his Ames, undercover as a stripper. Jake exhaled and fought back the images popping into his mind and thought instead about chairs and hair grease and anything that was remotely non sexual to try and subside his growing erection.
Jake took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, locking the door and placing his wallet, keys and phone in his pocket. He had left his badge, cuffs and gun in the car, he couldn't go to the meet with them.
Moving in towards the door, Jake ran his hand through his hair a few times. Usually he didn't like it so messy but 'Carl Hunter- professional motocross rider with a lover of hot wings and whisky' did.
Jake payed his admission and moved into the darkened club. As his eyes adjusted to the low red hues, he scanned the room, taking in the tables of seated men and half naked women strolling around the room. On the stage was a blonde woman, one hand on the golden pole, the other behind her back as she unclipped her bra for the man sitting by her feet. Eagerly he reached up with a five dollar note and she let him put it into the side of her g-string before removing her bra entirely. She had a small tattoo of a crown beside her left nipple and her perky breasts were covered in the same freckles that dotted her face.
Jake shook his head to refocus himself and moved towards the bar. Pulling out a stool, he sat himself down and waved to the barkeep. She turned and moved down the bar and it wasn't until she was right in front of him that Jake realised it was Rosa. Her hair was pulled back off her face and she was wearing a black sequinned dress that dipped low in the back, revealing the tip of a tattoo. Jake made a mental note to ask her about it later, though it was likely Rosa might remove one of his limbs if he mentioned it. Jake opened his mouth, but Rosa's voice came out first.
"Beer?"
Jake nodded and pointed to the tap on the bench. Remembering his persona, he also pointed to the bottle of whisky on the shelf behind her.
"What's your name then love?" He joked as he passed over some money, claiming the beer in front of him and taking a sip.
"Jasmine." Rosa bit out through gritted teeth. Jake smiled into his beer and Rosa sneered slightly, turning to check the other bartender was occupied and leant forward. She muttered quickly and Jake had only enough time to lean in to catch the end of what she was saying.
"…mix up. She's up next. Then meet."
"Jasmine!" Came a shout and Rosa gritted her teeth, turning her head to face the other bartender.
"I have told you over and over not to flirt with the customers! Put that chest away unless you're getting it out on stage!"
"Sorry Carl." She said through her clenched teeth, eyes full of that Rosa spark. Jake watched her fists clench behind her back and hoped that for the sake of their cover, she would keep her cool.
"Damn." Jake muttered under his breath. He couldn't be Carl too. George. He'd be George. A middle weight semi pro wrestler in training. From Brooklyn. Who loves dogs. Yeah, he thought, That'd work.
Jake was so caught up in his internal monologue that he almost missed the word "Caramel" come over the loud speaker. The now naked blonde clad only in a garter strode from the stage, clothes and cash in hand.
The curtain parted slightly and the music changed. The song started and slowly Amy made her way onto the stage.
Jake froze, beer in hand, as his eyes took in Amy's feet, clad in 6 inch high plastic shoes that ordinarily he would have called tacky. But these shoes on Amy, they were something else. They made her already long legs look longer, and Jakes gaze drifted from her toned calves to her golden coloured thighs. Jake gulped and willed himself to be professional as his eyes rose, taking in the black garter belt wrapped around her upper thigh, and then the hem of the short red dress that swayed as she moved.
Amy reached for the pole and Jakes eyes drifted from her stomach up towards her neck, the low cut dress making it impossible to miss the swell of her chest and her honey coloured décolletage. Jake's eyes drifted up Amy's neck and came to rest upon her face. Her hair had been all curled around her face and black liner lined her eyes.
Jakes settled on Amy's lips, bright red, to match the dress and slightly parted. She hadn't seen him yet and her eyes were slowly but surely surveying each and every customer. Her lids were heavy but Jake could see her gaze and knew she was taking in everything she saw, that's just who she was.
The music really started and Amy stepped out, one hand on the pole. She lifted her knee and Jake and the rest of the club caught a brief glimpse of her black panties. Jake sucked in his breath, suddenly feeling hot all over. Jake felt sweat begin to pool under his collar and he took a large sip of his beer, gulping it down so fast his throat hurt.
As if she had been dancing all her life, Amy began to move around the pole, legs dragging and lifting, every so often dipping down to give those at the stage-side a view of her perfectly rounded ass. Back against the pole, with one arm over her head, Amy spread her legs and dropped down into a squat, her red dress riding up over her thighs completely. Her head was turned the side and Jake knew that when she straightened it, they would make direct eye contact. His throat was dry, his neck hot and Jake's pants felt extremely tight. He definitely wasn't the only one affected though. It seemed like every eye in the club was on Amy as she twirled around the pole, her smile the perfect mix of sultry and excited. Something clicked inside Jake's head. Amy was actually enjoying this.
Men tried to tempt her over to them with bills waving in the air but she ignored them, pulling herself up into a sitting position on the pole with what looked like no effort at all. Leaning back, she tugged at the hem of her dress and fell backwards, her ankles locking as the crowd gasped. In one swift movement the dress was pulled over her head and she sat upright again, sliding slowly to the ground.
Jake's semi turned into a full on erection as he took in the sight of Amy, standing confident and tall, clad in a matching set of lacy black bra and panties. His mouth dropped open slightly and he felt something hit the back of his head. Turning he saw Rosa behind the bar, hands on her hips, glowering at him. He looked down and realised he had gotten off of his seat and moved halfway towards the stage. He retreated back to the bar and took in Rosa's furious expression.
"Be professional Peralta!" She grunted at him. "You look like a dumb zombie." She gestured to the rest of the club patrons, eyes glued to Amy as she once again climbed the pole to perform a fancy trick.
"Did she learn that all this week?" Jake asked incredulously as Amy flipped herself upside down, holding the pole between her legs.
Rosa rolled her eyes. "No you idiot, she's been taking pole fitness classes for over a year now. That's why she was picked for this assignment." Jake raised his eyebrows and nodded, his head turning to catch the sight of Amy's bra hitting the floor. Jake took a few deep breaths and inwardly lectured himself to be professional. But when his head lifted, he lost all sense of professionalism.
Amy had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Their gentle curve astounded him, the slight sway of them as she gracefully moved, the silky skin that covered them, caramel coloured and flawless. She had small perky brown nipples that currently stood to attention, hardened under the hungry gaze of customers. Jake's mouth went dry and he spun to the bar, turning his back on his partner.
'Whisky" He whispered hoarsely, a hot flush covering his whole body like a rash. Rosa poured him a shot and took out a glass for herself. Jake threw his back in a single gulp and his face contorted as he swallowed.
Rosa was more subtle with her drink and quickly pushed the glass behind the till as Carl came around the corner. Rosa busied herself with wiping down the bar and raised her voice, putting on a phony accent and one of her terrifying toothy grins.
"See Hun, if you wanna get a dance with the sexy lady onstage, you need to go over to that little window over there and book her time." Rosa checked for Carl and glanced at her watch, her face returning to its resting look of pissed off. "Hurry." She muttered as she motioned to the other men standing and moving towards the booth, eyes still glued to Amy on the stage. Jake quickly dodged through them and reached the window. Inside, a shifty looking man with long blonde hair in a ponytail raised his eyebrows, giving Jake the once over look.
"Yes?"
Jake pulled out his wallet and gestured over his shoulder at Amy with his thumb.
"I wanna book some time with Caramel." Jake drawled over the music, opening his wallet. He pulled the clump of money that the precinct had given him and handed it to the guy. Jake tried not to laugh at the idea that the force was currently paying for him to get a lapdance.
There was another collective gasp from the audience and Jake's head turned to catch Amy as she spun around the pole, one arm still on the pole, her limbs and hair gracefully trailing after her like a cape, a grin genuine grin plastered on her face.
"Hey-" Grunted the man in the window and Jake turned to see him place a small ticket stub onto the desk separating them. "-When she's done she'll come get you." Jake nodded and moved over to the bar. His heart was racing, his skin was hot and no amount of deep breathing could stop the erection in his pants as he thought about his lap dance with Amy.
He avoided looking at the stage, but his head turned involuntarily and he found himself staring directly into Amy's eyes, her gaze heavy and dark. She was still moving around the pole, and dropped gracefully to her knees on the floor of the stage, leaning forward onto her elbows so that Jake caught a full view of her dangling breasts as they bobbed around underneath her. Her eyes held Jakes as she rolled over, arching her back her running her hands down her golden skin, fingers tracing the bones of her ribs before hooking into her panties. Jake broke their eye contact and spun around, taking a deep breath and grabbing onto the back of the nearest chair. His blood was coursing through his veins, his pants were impossibly tight, his head spinning. He couldn't do this. This was mission impossible.
Jakes fingers dug into the cheap leather of the seat and by twisting his head, Jake caught the conversation of the man seated in it.
Elbows on his knees, enraptured gaze on his face, this man was infatuated with Amy. He took a deep breath and shook his head, marvelling at the woman on the stage. Leaning back, he pointed at Amy and turned towards his friend, whose eyes were also glued to the stage.
"Such a shame" the man said shaking his head.
"What?" Replied his friend, hand fumbling around on the table for his beer, knocking over a empty bottle in the process.
"Newbies don't take off their panties for the first week" He shook his head and took a sip of his beer. "Such a shame."
The speaker crackled and the same voice from before thanked 'Caramel' for her dance, and introduced a 'Candy' to the stage.
Jake turned and caught the back of 'Caramel' as she slipped between the curtains and disappeared from sight.
This was it.
