Hey everyone, my life has taken a trip to hell the past couple weeks so forgive the pauses in between updates to my various stories. Thank you so much much for the reviews, it's a nice thing to read when I feel down. Also, I apparently didn't receive a few PMs people sent, I'm not sure why so if I didn't respond to you, I probably didn't get it.
"Okay. Remember, all of us are going to be just a scream, yell, or yip away, okay?" JJ was smiling at Penelope as she desperately tried to clip the hook at the back of Penelope's dress that was not cooperating.
"Yes, Honey. I know. I really don't think there is anything to worry about." Penelope smiled at her, turning around to adjust her boobs in her dress after she'd finally heard the click of the metal. The deep neckline made it a club outfit for sure. Her breasts were pushed up high, giving her impeccable cleavage. It was short and tight in all the right places. She had been wearing casual summer dresses and caftans. They were nice, and she knew she looked good in them, but, if she was going out to a club, she had to dress up like everyone else. At least, that's what she told JJ when she came in to help her. Emily and JJ were wearing barely there tops with skirts long enough to hide multiple guns. She was only going to have the one, which she was strapping to her inner thigh, thanks to the holster she borrowed from JJ.
The adjoining door opened. Derek walked in and whistled at her. Penelope was standing in the middle of the room, holding her boobs up and putting a few small pieces of equipment in her bra. JJ knelt in front of her, holding the hem of her dress up as she clipped the strap together for the gun. "If you needed help, I would have been happy to oblige." He beamed at her.
"Oh, ha ha, Derek. I'm strapping all kinds of stuff in here." She continued her mission as JJ finished with her task.
Emily was sitting in the corner going over the current footage from the camera in front of the club. "Alright, everyone. It looks like there's about two hundred people inside right now. The next show will bring in eighty and my guess is only about half of the previous show will leave, so we'll have around two hundred and fifty bodies in the building not including staff."
Simmons and Derek were paying attention to her as she spoke. JJ was still helping Penelope as she smoothed out her dress. "Okay, I'm ready. If I get all of this stuff out of my bra, it will be a miracle. At least I get time in that room to try and strap myself back in."
Derek was about to speak, a leer on his face, when JJ widened her eyes at him and put her head down slightly. He acknowledged her silent communication and stopped himself from commenting. Emily raised her eyes at him, agreeing with what she knew he was going to say, but instead spoke to the group. "Okay, Penelope will head out a few minutes after us. Let's keep ourselves aware. When we get the signal that she's out, we can come back here and prepare for another possible long night."
As they filtered out, Penelope grabbed her small crossover purse. She didn't need anything extra to carry. It only held her wallet and her pink lip gloss. JJ was the last one in the room. She smiled at her. "If you need to take this off to get the stuff out, just have Luke redo it with the safety pin. I put one on the inside of the clip. It'll be easier that way." She was about to shut the door, but she glanced at Penelope one last time. "Oh, and, uh, try to have some fun. If you can." Her eyes were lit up mischievously.
Penelope didn't say anything, but she continued to stare at the door after it closed. She shook it off and waited the ten minutes Emily told her to, before heading to the lobby and hailing a cab to take her to the club. She decided JJ was right. If this was her only night out, she was damn well going to enjoy herself.
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Once she got to the club, she headed to the prepaid ticket line which was much shorter than the regular line. She showed her phone with the emailed receipt to the bouncer, then made her way to the longer security line. When she got to the front, she opened her bag. The bouncer waved a flashlight in it, then hitched a thumb over his shoulder. "You're good to go."
She smiled at him but recognized the ridiculous minimal security when it came to the ladies. "Don't they know how many hidden zippers any given purse could have?" she muttered to herself. She shook it off, heading straight to the bar and ordered a virgin daiquiri before finding her seat.
She admired the venue. All the booths and tables were set up in circles facing the stage so the occupants were still able to have their drinks and talk to their friends. She had shown up only fifteen minutes before show time, but it didn't look too crowded. She thought these shows sold out. "Don't worry. It will be a good time." A pretty woman that was probably in her late forties smiled at her.
Penelope gave her a wide grin as she sat down next to her. "I've never been before. Normally I don't like crowds, but in this case I'd rather blend in."
The woman laughed. "I know what you mean. I was like that the first time I came too. Now, I'm always volunteering to get on stage."
"How many times have you been?" Penelope didn't want to sound judgmental, but she knew her face turned up in curiosity.
"To this club, about five. To the club across town, only two. But there are other shows like this in Vegas and some travelling ones. Honey, I've tried them all. I started going out when my husband and I divorced. It was the best thing I ever did." She sipped her drink as she spoke to Penelope.
"I hope I enjoy it as much as you do. Are you here alone?" Penelope queried. Maybe she wouldn't look so desperate if other people came alone too.
"No, I'm with a group, but sometimes, when we come last minute, we have to grab whatever tickets are available, and we get split up." She pointed at a couple girls in the room, waving at them when they noticed her.
"Oh, so I'm the only loser by myself then?" Penelope took a sip of her drink, wishing it had real alcohol in it.
"Oh ,no. I've gone alone. Usually you make friends anyway. Drunk girls always make friends." She giggled.
"I'm in town on business, and I don't think any of my IT colleagues would want to come, so I thought I'd experience it by myself." She gave her explanation to the woman. "I'm Elsa."
"I'm Renee. Nice to meet you. And no worries. I'm right here for ya. We're Stone Mountain friends to the end now." She patted her hand. "Let me get you another. You'll want to order before the show starts, otherwise you'll have a hell of a time."
"Oh, uh, no, you don't have to-" Penelope wasn't sure how she could possibly explain her virgin drink to the woman next to her.
"Nonsense, the one good thing that came from being married twenty years is that half of our mansion was mine. Alimony was a wonderful gift from the judge who also thought adultery was a cardinal sin." She explained as she motioned the waiter over. "Daiquiri and another Sex on the Beach please." The waiter nodded, leaving to get their drinks.
"Thank you. Next one can be on me."
"Nonsense, I'm looking out for you tonight. All I ask is that next time you attend, you pay it forward to whichever girl is celebrating a breakup. Believe me, there's always one." She smiled at her.
Penelope gave her a giggle. The waiter came back with their drinks, setting them on the table they were sharing. A few other women showed up, and Renee moved to the seat on the other side of Penelope so the other group could sit together. "Wow, you weren't kidding. It does fill up in here." Penelope surveyed the room after greeting the other already-inebriated women.
"Rarely a spare seat," she agreed. "Especially this time of year. They add extra shows and new acts."
"I'm glad I get the full experience." Penelope eyes scanned the room. She was trying to act like she was people-watching, but she wanted to find the familiar faces she knew would be there. She finally spotted them on a platform to the side. They did have great seats. They were far enough back that it gave them room and close enough to get a view of the whole place. The lights flickered overhead to indicate the show was minutes away from starting. "Hey, have you ever had a private dance in this place?" she asked shyly.
Renee gave her a huge smile. "You bet your ass I have. It's worth the experience. Trust me."
"I was thinking I may never get the opportunity again, and I can't embarrass myself since there's no one here I know," she was speaking shyly.
"They all come out for the opening group performance. You can see which one tickles your fancy. The sooner you know, the better. There are only about eight guys in any one performance, so you don't want them to be taken already. Tell me as soon as you know, and I'll signal to the waiter so you can have first dibs. The other girls wait until the individual performances to see who they like better, but that's a mistake. Go with your instinct." Renee was saying this to her as if it was a secret mission.
"Okay, I'll, umm, try." Penelope was genuinely flustered, discussing the matter.
The lights flickered off and smoke machines started up as they heard some intro music begin. Immediately there was screaming and hollering. Initially it startled her until it made her laugh, watching all the grown women screaming like they were teenagers at a boy band concert. There were spotlights on the stage now, and the music stopped before a bass line dropped. Suddenly there were eight, from what she could tell, very good looking men on the stage giving smoldering looks to the crowd. Her eyes landed on Luke in the middle of the group. She was not a trained profiler, so her curiosity got the best of her. She turned to where she knew Emily and JJ were seated, wondering if they watched this part of the show. They had mentioned not seeing his individual dance, but she didn't know what they did for the group performance. She saw them laughing with each other, taking shots, or at least it seemed like they were taking shots, but she knew that they were spitting the alcohol back into the beer bottle that they made look like a chaser. She smiled, knowing that they were trying to be as respectful of Luke's precarious position as they could be.
"Honey, don't worry about what anyone else is doing. Keep your eyes on the prize." Renee patted her arm, bringing her back to the task of selecting her private dancer for the evening. She had to at least sell that she was unsure, so she brought her drink to her lips as she pretended to be inspecting the men.
The dancers were now shirtless and dancing in sync around the stage. "Wow, that didn't take long." She muttered, her eyes shooting up as she saw them. Her gaze unfortunately always finding Luke first, before she tried to peel her eyes away from him as he hyped up the crowd on his side of the stage, which was also her side of the stage. That made sense. Emily did tell her which section to order online.
"Believe me, it gets better," Renee assured. Just as she spoke those words, five of the men jumped offstage into the crowd, randomly grinding on ladies and letting them feel their chests. Luke was one of those men. She tried to keep her eyes trained on the stage where a couple of guys were grinding on the floor.
She kept telling herself she should really get some more training on how to not completely blow her cover. Maybe she'd take a few rookie courses when she got back to Quantico. As her mind wandered, she jumped when the women at her table banged their fists on the table. Her eyes shot up to see Luke standing just a foot away from her. He didn't dry hump their table like she had seen him do out of the corner of her eye when he was a few tables away. Instead, he leered at the group of ladies before unwrapping Penelope's hand from around her drink, carefully dipping a finger into the concoction, bringing her finger up to his lips, and sucking on it slowly as he smoldered at her. She mustered every ounce of self control she had, squeezing her thighs together as she watched him, trying to maintain a shy smile as she did so. He tipped his head at her, releasing her finger before dipping his in the whipped cream on top and bringing it to her lips. She tried to convey the anger to him through her eyes, but, as soon as she did, she swore she saw the real Luke light up behind the facade. She smiled briefly, before opening her mouth and letting him put the cream on her tongue. He scanned her up and down before moving on to the next table to continue on his journey.
The ladies at her table were whooping and hollering as they applauded. Renee leaned over, "So I guess you've made your decision then?" She bit her tongue. "I'll tell the waiter as soon as the song is over."
Penelope smiled sweetly at her, refusing to turn towards where Luke had disappeared. "Thanks, Renee. No way I can pass that one up." She brought her drink to her lips and took a long swig of it, thankful to all that is good that it contained actual rum.
She watched the dancers retreat to the stage, taking another glance towards where her teammates were sitting. They were being chatted up by Ruiz, as he brought them more drinks. She was thankful they hadn't seen the debauchery in which she had participated. As the song was coming to an end, she chanced a glance at the stage. All of the men were now lined up again, and, before she knew it, they all flung their pants off right before the lights dimmed. She was open-mouthed staring at the dark stage. She most definitely had just seen naked butts. Most importantly, she'd definitely just seen Luke's naked butt.
Renee turned to her laughing. "Holy hell, first timers are priceless!" She was wiping tears from her face as she cried with laughter. "I should always bring someone new. I forgot how much fun it is. Seeing it through your eyes for the first time again is amazing." She waved the waiter over. Penelope was suddenly very glad she'd made this friend. Without her, she wasn't sure she would have the wherewithal to request her after-show treat.
Renee put her name down and even paid for her dance before she realized what was happening. "Oh, no, here. Let me pay you back. You don't need to do that." Penelope protested the woman's generosity. After all, this was all sponsored by the FBI.
"It's my treat. I'm getting a dance from the one that has the earring in his left ear. His name is Dave; yours is named Jay. Don't worry. We'll leave right before the end and get down to the private rooms so we don't have to fight the crowd and keep our boys waiting." Renee winked at her. "Besides, the fee I paid is just for the room. It gets them there, but whatever you decide his activities are worth once you're in the room is up to you. You decide that for yourself." Penelope nodded. She brought the drink back to her lips, trying not to down the liquid too quickly. She chewed on the straw, hoping she would make it through this night without spontaneously combusting.
Thanks to BookDragon2013 for reading this through and for liking this concept as much as I do!
