Chapter 3

Dean sat on the hood of his truck, staring at the faded patch of paint that showed between his legs. He hadn't said one word since they arrived outside the condo complex he and Seth had lived in.

Tom checked his Rolex. "Remember, we are not coming back. Get everything you need, animal, vegetable, or mineral."

Dean nodded. He still couldn't believe that it had come to this. Just days ago, he still thought he had found the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

"You're on paperwork for this place, right?" Tom asked

Dead nodded again.

"Good. That way Seth can't do shit. Well, he can do shit, but you still have a legal right to be here." Tom looked at his watch again. "Where are… finally."

A black Cadillac Sedan de Ville pulled up bumper to bumper with the truck. To Tom's surprise, it wasn't just any two guys who showed up. It was the J & J themselves; James Noble and Joe Mercury, dressed in matching grey suits, black shirts, and yellow ties.

"When you said you'd send two of the best, I didn't think I'd get this kinda treatment."

"Least we can do for a gold client." Noble replied

"Dean, they're all yours."

"You're not coming in?"

Tom shook his head. "I'll run interference out here if needed. Seth is still my friend, even though he totally sucks right now. J & J will take care of you."

"You can count on that." Mercury answered "Come on Dean, let's get you taken care of."

The trio walked up to the door of Dean's soon to be former home.

"We're gonna wait in the hall for ya. If you need us, yell." Mercury told Dean.

Dean nodded, swallowing loudly.

"Hey, we're good." Noble put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "We're with you. Any friend of Tom's is a friend of ours."

Dean exhaled, and then entered the condo. Seth was there and judging from his posture, he'd been waiting for Dean.

"I was wondering if you were going to show up." He scowled.

"I'm just here to pick up my stuff." Dean replied "Then I'll be out of your life forever."

"Dean, please… can we talk about this?"

"I think you made your intentions plain last night." Dean shouted. Not there two minutes, and already his plans were shot to shit. He stormed into the bedroom, grabbed his travel-worn suitcase from the closet and started emptying dresser drawers into it.

"I didn't mean it. It was a mistake." Seth followed Dean and stood in the doorway, cornering him.

"It sure didn't look like a mistake last night." Dean piled jeans, shirts, socks, underwear, and anything else he could into the case. "It looked like you were having quite a bit of fun."

"Look, babe, can we give it another try? I promise it will never happen again."

"What about Fergal?" Dean demanded

"We're finished." Seth answered

"Seth, stop lying!" Dean shouted

"I'm not!" Seth whined. "After you caught us, we talked, and I ended it. Dean, he meant nothing to me. You're the only one I want to be with."

"Do you really think I'm going to come back to you just like that?" Dean pushed Seth out of the doorjam and went into the bathroom. "You're fuckin' nuts if you do."

"Dean…" Seth tried to grab his arm.

"And don't fucking touch me." Dean pulled away.

"C'mon…" Seth grabbed him again.

"I said no!" Dean shouted loud enough for J & J to hear all the way in the hall.

"Is everything all right in here?" Mercury entered, followed by Noble.

"What the fuck?" Seth looked at Dean with disbelief. "You need bodyguards now?"

"I didn't want to do it this way." Dean answered "But I knew if I came alone, you'd try shit like this. I'm ready to go."

He slammed the suitcase shut.

J & J walked Dean into the hall, where he stripped two keys from his key ring.

"Here." He tossed them onto a small table near the door, then grabbed a potted plant from the same table. "Don't call me, don't text me, don't email me, basically stay the fuck away from me."

Seth's jaw dropped, but he recovered his attitude rather quickly.

"You got nobody… you'll be on the street in days."

"I'd rather live in the gutter and be happy than live with you and wonder if you're really working late. Goodbye."

Mercury and Noble exited the condo, Dean following. As a final farewell, he slammed the door hard enough to rattle windows two floors up.

Tom was leaning against the truck, sending a text to someone, when they returned.

"Everything go alright?" He asked

Dean tossed his suitcase into the truck bed while Mercury and Noble updated Tom.

"Motherfucker… makes it seem like this is Dean's fault." Tom shot imaginary daggers toward the condo windows.

"Isn't that always the case?" Mercury interjected

"In my line o' work, yeah." Tom answered "What's the bill?"

"We're cool." Noble answered "It was a slow day at the office."

"Fuck, no. Let me give me gas money at least." Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. He gave two of them of Jamie, then two more to Joe.

"Always good doing business with you."

Before either of them could object again, Tom climbed in to the passenger seat of the cab. After moving the potted plant out of the way, they backed up and drove off.

"Another day, another happy customer." Jamie tucked the cash away.

"Yup… Buffet at the Venetian?" Joe asked

"You read my mind."

"Could you just drop me off at the office?" Tom asked "I've got a few things to tie up, and my car is still there."

Dean nodded.

"Just make yourself at home, man. There's beer and pizza in the fridge, porn on the laptop, whatever you need. I'll text you on my way home."

"Thanks." Dean whispered.

"Hey. You made a tough decision." Tom patted Dean on the thigh.

"But did I do the right thing?" Dean asked

"That's for you to figure out. For now, don't think too much about it. We can talk more later."

"Cool."

"Any problem with me telling Sara? Or do you want to?"

"I'll talk to her tomorrow. I just want to get home and get some sleep. That couch of yours is not comfy."

Tom chuckled. "There's only one bedroom at my condo, so you either get another quasi-comfy couch, or use my bed. It's a king size. Just don't hog the blankets."

Before Dean could make another witty comment, they arrived at Calahardy.

"Laterz."

"Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks again."

Ten o'clock that night two young female detectives sat in the surveillance van, guzzling their gas station coffee in attempts to stay awake. They were staking out the two cops the chief of police had called in about and they just happened the graveyard shift.

"This is going to be a long night" Bayley yawned

"Welcome to your first stakeout. Let's hope something interesting happens." Renee nodded before taking another sip.

The two continued to watch the area, chatting about typical life and girl things, until they finally saw the patrol car pull up to the corner.

"Show time." Renee sat up straight and grabbed the camera "You ready, Rookie?"

"Let's do this!" Baylee exclaimed in an excited whisper.

It wasn't long until the two young cops left their vehicle and stood on the corner, looking around as if they were waiting for someone. Renee and Bayley watched as a drunken casino goer rounded the corner, stumbling right into the officers. Renee swatted at Bayley and she got out a snazzy device that allowed them to hear distant conversations. They put the headphones on and aimed the device in the direction of the three men.

"I'll tell you what son, we can let you off with a warning, but you gotta do us a favor" the dark haired officer said

"Wha-What do you want?" the civilian slurred

"You get in the back of this car here and perform a little act for my partner here while i watch and then you can be on your way."

"I'm not gay, man!" the drunk guy exclaimed defensively

The blonde man took control this time and grabbed the man and forcefully pushed him against the patrol car, whispering something inaudible to the girls' listening device. The young man nodded his head frantically and he was released. The blond officer opened the back door and motioned for the drunk to get inside.

"Go get him, Breezy." the other officer patted his partner on the back and closed the door

Renee and Bayley watched in shock as the officer on the inside of the car pushed the drunk guy down toward his lap and it was obvious what the man was expected to do.

"Stake out, September 15th, 10:27 pm. Officers in question are Johnny Fandango and Tyler Breeze. Detainee unknown. Officers in question appear to be asking for sexual favors from the detainee." Renee said into her recorder as she took notes.

The two continued to watch the scene play out before them.

Fandango leaned over the car, looking in the window as he watched the young man in the backseat with his partner, his own erection growing as he watched Tyler unzip his pants and guide the kid with the faux hawk down. He loved running into drunk young people on the streets, because they were so naive that they would do anything to avoid going to jail. Breezango's, as they liked to be called, operation had been going on for the last six months and it was the most fun the two had on the force.

The kid couldn't have been more than twenty years old, and going to jail for underage drinking and public intoxication would tarnish his record for years, so there he was in the back of a police car, sucking the dick of a cop. He had never been with a guy before, but he was wasted, his head was pounding, and if this really got him out of jail then it would just have to be their secret. He did his best to throat the blond's dick, trying to do things that he liked done to himself in hopes that it felt good. It must have been working, because Tyler threw his head back and moaned, using his hand to push the young man's head down farther. Several minutes and a few gagging noises later, Tyler released his load into the drunk kid's throat, warning him to swallow every bit of it.

Fandango opened the door and let Tyler out of the car, closing it before their detainee could leave as well.

"How was he?" Fandango asked

"Scared, but willing. He's got a good mouth on him." Tyler said, pulling his shoulder length blonde hair back into a ponytail and putting his hat back on

"Good. Let's see how his ass is." Fandango grinned

"Have fun. His name is TJ Perkins, by the way."

Fandango nodded in acknowledgement before getting into the vehicle.

Renee and Bayley stared at the scene before them, horrified that these two officers of the law would be doing these things to an innocent civilian just for fun.

"Should we interfere?" Bayley asked

"No, I don't think that's best right now. We can't blow our cover." Renee shook her head before recording more notes on her recorder.

"But...I feel bad for that guy." Bayley sighed

"Yes, I do too. As far as I can tell, he's not protesting too much."

"He's probably afraid to."

Renee shrugged. The two detectives continued to watch, and listen, to the activities in the back of the police car. Gradually Renee noticed that the occasional moan or grunt or heavy breathing through her headphones was joined by another. But this was closer and it was female.

Cocking her right eyebrow, Renee turned. It was Bayley who was responsible for the extra noises. She was staring intently at the car, her eyes half closed, and two spots of colour on each of her cheeks.

Renee tried hard not to break her own concentration, but she sympathized. Her first stake out had been similar. The problem was she was with Tom at the time.

Renee listened along until the sounds made it obvious that the cop had finished with his victim. She did continue to record until the cop car left the scene; the drunk waddled off in the other direction seconds later.

"Not what I expected when my uncle asked me to watch a couple cops." Renee said while making final notes.

"Yeah." Bayley sighed, obviously still intensely aroused by what she had seen. "Now what?"

"Well..." Renee shifted in her seat, giving a sideways glance to the younger girl next to her.

There was a long pause before both girls instinctively leaned in to each other, their lips meeting and parting in a quick kiss.

"I've… never been with a girl before." Bayley whispered, her cheeks blushing

"It's okay. Do you want to?" Renee asked

"Yeah. I mean, I did come to Las Vegas for experiences." Bayley laughed

"Let's go in the back of the van, there's more room."

The two detectives climbed into the back of the van.

Renee looked at Bayley for any sign that she wanted to change her mind. Not seeing any, she began to unbutton her dark shirt. Underneath was a lacy pink bra. Sliding the shirt off Bayley's small shoulders, she stared at the younger girl.

"If at any time this feels too weird, let me know and I will stop." Renee said

Bayley nodded and shivered slightly once her shirt was entirely off. Renee smiled and unfastened the front of Bayley's bra. It fell to the side, giving Renee a clear view of her partner's breasts. She took them into her hands and began to caress them. They were very firm and the nipples were already starting to harden. Bayley moaned softly.

"I'm not gonna lie… that feels fuckin' awesome." Bayley arched her back, her breathing picking up again.

"If you like that, just wait." Renee leaned in and teasingly licked her left nipple, and then the right. Bayley groaned and muttered something that sounded like "oh fuck".

Renee continued to suck Bayley's nipples until they were both rock hard and the noises coming from her partner sounded like she had just finished a marathon.

"Now for part two." Renee whispered sluttily in Bayley's ear.

"Part two… what is… oh." She felt her pants being opened and quickly pulled down to her ankles. Her panties were of the same colour and material as her bra and Renee noticed a small damp spot in the crotch.

"You were enjoying the show." She whispered

"Wouldn't you be? I just wish we'd had better seats." Bayley's mind was going in ten different directions. When she took the job with Calahardy, the last thing she expected to happen on her first 'job' was this. Lying in the back of the surveillance truck, her shirt and pants now off, her bra open and her partner about to pull down her underwear was not in the job description.

Renee slowly pulled down Bayley's underwear. "Nice." She licked her lips.

Bayley blushed at the compliment. It was safe to say that she'd never had anyone, especially a girl, compliment her on her junk before.

Renee slid the panties off her and tossed them to the side before sliding down between her legs. She spread the folds of skin apart and slowly licked along her slit from the bottom all the way up to the clit.

"Oh fuck." Bayley repeated, a little louder this time.

"I wish we could, but we don't exactly have the equipment here." Renee answered "This will have to do." She went back to pleasuring Bayley with her lips and tongue.

The cold metal floor of the van pressing into her back and her ass compared to the heat from her pussy was making Bayley feel incredible. So incredible that she knew that this was going to be over soon.

"Renee, I don't think… I mean, I'm gunna… fuck!" Bayley arched her entire body as she came hard. Renee lapped up her juices, then licked her pussy a few more times to make sure she got it all.

Once Bayley had finished, Renee moved up her body and placed a soft kiss on her lips before rolling off to the side.

"How was that for an experience?" Renee licked the last of Bayley from her lips.

"Holy fuck, Renee, where did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't tell you…? It was a couple chicks that Tom and I were watching." Renee smirked "I don't know how Hardy got through that."

"Me neither." Bayley answered

"I think our work is done for the night, don't you?" Renee said while Bayley began to get redressed.

Bayley nodded in return, pulling her hair up into a side ponytail and placing her signature headband back on her head. That was definitely an experience she'd remember for sure and she hoped that it wouldn't make work awkward now.

"I'll drop you off at home, and in the morning we'll see what Tom wants us to do."

"Sounds good to me." Bayley agreed

The van drove back toward town… just another night in Sin City.