Author's notes: First of all, I hope y'all don't squirm too much through this. If it makes you uncomfortable, feel free to stone me in the comments. But I take an "anything goes" approach with X-Files, as long as everybody stays in character. Secondly, I am having so much fun with this story….just wanted you all to know. (What the heck does that say about me? Lol). So hold onto your hats…
Wild One
Chapter 4
Scully sat in Mulder's chair in the basement, trying hard to keep her eyes open. She started to drift off to sleep again when Mulder burst in enthusiastically, slamming the door behind him so hard it made her head hurt. "Mulder…" she said, putting a hand to her head. She closed her eyes again.
"What's the matter, Scully—late night?"
"That and I had a few too many men buying me drinks. I didn't get home until 3 a.m., and then I had to stand in the shower for an hour to get the smell off me. And my knees are killing me…"
He approached the chair she was sitting in—his chair-but stopped when she didn't move to get up. He opted for sitting on the edge of his desk instead. "Aaaahh…sorry, Scully. Oops! I mean Porsche. Is that going to be a permanent name change?"
Her eyes rolled up to meet his. "Okay, Mulder…enough. Are you going to tell me why you're in such a good mood?"
"Oh, right. I just talked to Skinner-he gave me the go ahead to take Brenner's place on this case."
She shook her head. "Mulder, you may have Skinner's approval, but before you have mine, you have to agree to some ground rules."
He looked baffled. "Rules?"
She stood now, making her way to the case file. "First of all, no interfering. You have to be able to sit there and watch me interacting with these guys and not come over to put a stop to it."
"Agreed."
But she was not convinced. "I mean it, Mulder. You can't be charging in every time somebody touches me. That's what the bouncers are there for."
"But what if it turns out to be our suspect?"
She stood face to face with him now. "Mulder, we are never going to catch this guy if you blow my cover."
He looked confused. "But we know what he looks like."
"No we don't, Mulder. This is not the same man as last time." Mulder took the case file from her and began to rifle through it. She continued, "Witness descriptions don't match Brother Martin at all, or anyone else that we might recognize from the Kindred, for that matter."
Mulder looked up from the file. "Wait—I thought we didn't even have a male description, and the video footage was unclear. The only witness statements so far have been of a female who left the bars with the male victims."
"Right, but we found another victim. This one was a stripper who left with a guy, but she got away before he killed her. I talked to her in the hospital yesterday."
Mulder's eyes lit up as he began to comprehend the situation. "Ah, and let me guess, she works at…"
She nodded her head. "Right. The bar I'm working now. Our suspect frequents one bar for a while, and then moves on. And he's chosen this bar for now." She fished through the contents of the file until she found what she was looking for. "Here's a composite sketch."
Mulder stared at a picture of an attractive man with a thick face and wavy, dark hair. He committed the face to memory. Then he looked at Scully. "And what are the other rules?"
"Oh, right," Scully said, as she got back to the former topic. "Let me guide this thing, okay? I will give you the signal if anything is going wrong. Just…don't jump in before then."
"Okay, I'll try." She shot him a look. "And?" he asked.
"And please, Mulder…don't get jealous." She looked into his eyes pleadingly. "This is all business, okay? Don't take it personally."
He smiled, but said, "I don't know, Scully. Will you be doing to other men what you did to me last night?"
She didn't answer, and watched his mouth open in shock.
Part 2.
That night, Scully pulled on dark green fish-net stockings to go with matching lingerie. She had invested in some new clothes for this assignment, since she owned nothing even remotely this seductive. Recalling how she had practiced in front of a mirror for hours, she remembered how Skinner had hooked her up with a friend who owned an Olympic-style gym that had poles she could practice with. She had not considered herself particularly erotic in the past, but she had been in enough bars to see how other girls did it, and she thought she taught herself pretty well.
Her time had come, and she made her way out of the dressing room and into the bar. The DJ blared into the microphone, "Please welcome to the stage, the irresistible…Porsche!"
She took a big breath and hoisted herself onto the stage. She took an opening strut down the length of it, and glanced to a table in the back where Mulder was sitting. Then she began the business of trying to spot the man who might be a murderer.
She moved from guy to guy, swinging her hips in front of each one, and then bending down to collect a tip. She paid close attention to anyone who showed a particular interest in her, engaging them in conversation when they were especially attentive. She hoped to catch someone trying to touch her hand, and then she could give Mulder the signal to move in and make the arrest.
But she went through her entire set with no unusual activity, just like she had all night last night. She was beginning to doubt that the suspect was frequenting this bar anymore. On her way off the stage, she passed the other dancer on the stage, and the dancer glanced at her for a little longer than normal. She flashed a friendly smile back.
Two new dancers got up on the stage, and Scully got down. In the dressing room, she refreshed some of her make-up, wondering how long she was going to have to do this. Then she pulled all the tips she made out of her boot and began to count. At least there was one benefit to this assignment-she had made an extra six-hundred dollars the last couple of nights.
The dancer who had been on the stage with her entered the dressing room now, and cast a few glances at her while digging through her bag. She pulled out a brush and said, "I'm Candi."
Scully looked up from her money and said, "Porsche." She saw that the girl was young, perhaps in her early twenties, with long dark hair that hung straight down smoothly mid-way to her back. She was tall, with muscular forearms and thighs. Scully thought she must work at this job a lot to be that fit.
Scully couldn't help notice that Candi was staring at her now, which caused her to blushed. Candi scooted her chair a little closer to Scully and said, "You ever do any girl-girl acts?"
Scully's eyes widened at the suggestion. "Uh, no."
Candi's stare was making her a little uncomfortable. "It really gets the guys going—extra tips, you know?" said Candi.
Scully tried to wipe the look of amazement off her face. She supposed this was a normal part of a stripper's routine. "Don't get me wrong, Candi—you're very attractive. It's just that I don't do that."
But Candi was relentless. "All you have to do is kiss, and act like you're into it. Here, let me show you…" Scully started to protest again, but Candi grabbed her hand and started rubbing the fleshy area between her thumb and index finger.
And just like that, Scully knew that she had fallen victim to the Kindred killer.