Clint POV

Today was going to be memorable, I could feel it. Well, maybe I should say tonight. Tonight was going to be unforgettable. It was finally Saturday, the last day of my first month of 'work' at Rangeman. But more importantly it was the night we had all planned to visit a strip club called "Curvez". Also tonight I would pay Les his prize of a hot blonde with big tits from our poker game a few weeks ago.

The cut to my side was two and a half weeks old now and nearly healed. Even if it wasn't, there was no way in hell I was going to let that slow me down tonight. I was primed and ready for action, all I had to do now was pour on the Barton charm and reel in my choice for the night.

I was sitting in the break room, lost in my thoughts while eating lunch; solo today because Jase was down in the gun range doing evaluations. My head snapped up when the gruff voice addressed me.

"Hey Barton, how's the side?" It was Tank.

"Better, according to Brown nearly back to one hundred percent."

"Glad to hear it. We want you back in the field as soon as possible. You still have training and stuff to do." I noticed the emphasis he put on the word stuff. I knew he was asking if I had gotten anywhere with the mole investigation, just doing it on the sly. I tried to be just as subtle with my reply.

"Looking forward to getting back to all of my duties. I don't feel like I have been very useful lately, all computer work that makes me feel empty."

He must have understood me because he nodded then spoke again.

"You ready for tonight? Who all is going?"

"I sure am. Besides me, Ram, Santos, and Brown, I don't really know who else is going. You're not coming?"

"No, unfortunately I have a pile of paperwork to catch up on. I will try to swing by later, that is if I make a significant dent in those fucking files," Tank informed me with an added tone of disgust.

"Hope to see you there then," I told him.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Junior skidded to a stop in the doorway and relayed the urgent message of an important client needing to speak with him immediately. Tank turned on his heel and left to calm the client.

Once again, I was left to my own devices … dangerous. In my case, very dangerous.

Well since I was finished with my meal, I guessed it was time to go looking for some form of entertainment; the real entertainment would be later this evening. I could hardly wait!

Who could I pester now that the work day was done? I still hadn't forgotten the ultimate double trouble prank that my brother and I were still hashing out the final details for, it was going to be epic. But right now I needed to find someone who could let me know who all would be joining us at the club later, but who? Just then the answer came strolling around the corner.

"Yo B-man," I shuddered as I added under my breath. Damn, I'm starting to sound like them.

"Hey Clint, what's up?"

"Do you know who all is going with us tonight?"

"Let's see, we got us, Ram and Les, Woody, Manny, Vince, Cal, and Bones. As far as I know, that's it," he responded.

"I just talked to Tank. He said he would try to stop by, if he could make a dent in his pile of paperwork."

"I know. It seems he can't keep up with it lately. I think he could use an assistant to help him out. We could use him more in the field anyway."

"That's a great idea man. Why hasn't he tried it yet?"

"Not too many people willing to go through our rigorous background checks."

"I see your point, but it's still a good idea. There has to be someone, somewhere who is willing to do it," I suggested.

"We'll see," he paused to glance down at his watch. "Shit. I gotta go. I left Bones doing inventory solo, need to go check on him."

"See ya later," I uttered at his retreating back as he dashed off.

Now I had a partial list for tonight. All that was left to do was wait for the fun to begin.

Several hours later …

Wrapped only in a towel, I stood in front of my closet and contemplated my wardrobe choice for the evening. It was a well known fact that I was always sharp dressed, even when in casual mode. I grabbed a dark purple button up shirt and tossed it onto the bed behind me.

Next I dropped the towel from around my hips before yanking a pair of black dress slacks out and bending slightly to start pulling them on.

"Dude that is way more of you than I ever wanted to see," I heard Jase's laughing voice coming from the door way.

"Teach you to waltz into my apartment unannounced," I teased back.

"Touche," he started. "I'll be in the living room waiting while you finish getting dressed."

"Whatever," I grunted in return.

Moments later I was dressed and ready to go, so I strutted out to the living room and found my brother kicked back on the sofa and drinking a bottle of water. Make yourself at home, I thought. Even though I knew I would never be a smart ass like that to him; who in the hell am I trying to kid? Yes I would and at every chance I got too!

"Ready if you are," I said, making him jerk and spill some of the water down the front of his shirt in surprise. I smirked to myself at my small victory of sorts. The shirt would dry before we got to the club and he wouldn't melt from the contact.

"Damn bro you're sneaky, let's roll."

After locking up my apartment, we headed downstairs to the garage. The elevator doors slid open to reveal what sounded like what my mother would have called 'a hen party'. There were several guys standing around laughing and cutting up, sharing stories obviously. It looked to me like everyone I heard was going to be joining us was there waiting for Jase and I.

"This everybody?" I asked after glancing around.

"Yea," Les began. "So let's get going. I'm ready to woo the ladies."

"You mean make them nauseous," Woody drawled with a chuckle and got the rest of us laughing with him.

"Alright, load up," Ram bellowed.

It only took two SUVs to hold all nine of us. Jase drove one, with me in the front passenger seat and Les and Bobby in the rear. Woody drove the other vehicle carrying the other four; Vince, Manny, Cal, and Bones. We followed Woody out of the garage and we were on our way.

The trip across town to Curvez took roughly twenty minutes. We pulled onto the well lit blacktop lot and parked the vehicles in side by side slots.

This was going to be epic.

The guys wasted no time jumping out of the cars, excited as a bunch of teenage girls at a Bieber concert. We could hear the music coming from the windowless, brick, two story building as well as feel the thump of the bass flowing through our toned bodies. Even though we were all thinking about what awaited us inside the building, our training still had us scouring the perimeter.

I was amazed that they made it inside and to a table in the back without making us all look like idiots.

We took our seats after doing a quick scan of the dimly lit place, checking for exits and possible trouble spots.

It only took a couple of minutes for a scantily clad waitress to appear at our table. I was sure her tits were going to spill out of her barely there top, although I knew most of us wouldn't have minded; especially Les, the horn dog. I could see in his eyes the exact moment he decided to push his luck. Oh hell, I thought to myself, this is not going to end well. Since I was seated in the chair farthest from him and she was standing directly in front of him, there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable.

Not two seconds later, he made his idiotic move. With a cocky grin on his face he reached up and grabbed a handful of her left breast, fondling it for a brief second, then ending with a sharp pinching twist to her nipple. The whole action took roughly a second and a half.

With an appalled look on her face she answered his unwanted advance with a swift and sharp slap to his still smug looking face. The resulting red hand print she left on his cheek would not lose it's rosy glow for several minutes.

She recovered soon enough, taking a slow look at the rest of us at the table, then addressed all of us, understandably avoiding Les for the moment.

"What can I get for you sexy studs?" She cooed throatily.

One by one we gave her our drink orders. Woody and I had agreed to limit ourselves to two beers apiece since we were the DD's for the evening. She sashayed away, swinging her hips, to retrieve the first round.

A minute and a half later she returned and placed each of our drinks in front of us. With a flirty "Enjoy fellas," she parted to take care of other patrons.

Soon after she left, the ladies of the entertainment variety noticed our table full of potential income and started circling.

It was easy for me to pick out which one I wanted to approach about giving Les the dance I owed him. She fit his criteria perfectly, blonde with a huge rack. As soon as she stopped in front of me I pounced.

"Hey sugar, would you be interested in giving my friend over there a private lap dance? Just a dance, nothing more, you have my word."

"No problem. Which one?"

"Green shirt three chairs over," then I added. "How much?"

"Hundred," she answered. I pulled the bill out of my wallet and passed it to her.

"Yo Les," I shouted over towards him.

"Yeah?"

"Your prize my man, enjoy!" I replied with a grin. And with that the girl strode his way and began to turn up the heat in Les' personal space.

With my debt to him paid, I started the search for my own entertainment for the night. What was I in the mood for? Blonde? Brunette? Red head? No definitely not red, not feeling any of the blondes either, brunette it would be then.

I sat back and watched everyone having their fun. Only two of the guys were getting dances at the moment, Les and Manny. Manny was sitting next to me on my left and Jase was on my right.

Being so close to Manny's action, so to speak, it was rather easy to listen in on their conversation. Manny's most recent comment had caught my attention.

"My brother would love you chica."

"Where is he? I would love to take you both on," she practically purred in return.

"He's in Cuba so no can do, not tonight anyway."

"Maybe another time then," she said as she finished her dance then walked away.

That conversation being done, I resumed my search for a companion to take home later. As soon as I saw her I knew she was the one. Jet black hair hung just past her shoulders, she was about five foot eleven in her moderate four inch heels. Covering her abundance of curves was a skin tight mini skirt and what looked like a purple bandanna as her top for the night. I had always liked my women with meat on their bones, screw those skinny bitches. Damn she had it going on!

The modest, for a strip club anyway, attire she wore told me she wasn't a dancer, but a server, and she wasn't working our area. What to do? I made my way to the bar to order my last beer myself instead of using our waitress again. She made her way to the bar and I thought this was my chance to act while I was waiting for the bartender to come to me.

"Hey," I poured on every ounce of charm I could muster. "What's your name sweetheart?"

Five minutes later I knew her name, number, and that she would be getting off in two hours. My plans secured for the rest of the night, I picked up the half beer I had remaining and walked back to the guys.

When I arrived back at our table, I reclaimed my previous seat. By the looks of things around me, most of the guys were well on their way to total inebriation or at the very least, a killer hangover in the morning. Good thing that we all were either scheduled off or on duty later in the afternoon and evening shifts tomorrow.

Ram was the most sober of the others; Woody and I still had all of our wits about us since we were driving. Ram leaned toward me to ask me what was going on.

"What was that about?" He then nodded his head in the general direction of the bar.

"Plans for later little brother, that's all you need to know," I smirked as I responded.

"So I guess you won't be riding back to Rangeman with us?"

"I have to, dumb ass. Someone has to drive Les', Bobby's and your drunk carcasses home."

"I've only had four beers, I can handle Les and Bobby," Jase tried to convince me of his sobriety.

"Not taking any chances and that's final," I replied sternly.

"Just over a month and you already love me don't ya bro?" He asked while batting his eyes at me.

I just groaned and banged my head on the table at his goofy ass. My actions caused Vince to comment on the motion of the table and to inquire about our private conversation.

"Hey watch it," he slurred out. "You'll spill my drink. What are you two whispering about down there anyway?"

"None of your business ass-wipe," Jase countered. I decided it was time to have a little fun with these jokers.

"Hey!" I shouted, then whistled shrilly to get all of their attentions. "Which of you losers is getting lucky tonight?"

Les, of course, was the first to answer. "Lap dance girl and me are heading back to hers when she gets done at two."

It was after one already so he didn't have long to wait. Cal was next to answer.

"Got five on speed dial to choose from mate, no problems there."

"Senoritas look for me, so I got one waiting for my call and instructions," Manny bragged.

"I got off the phone ten minutes ago with a hot little nurse from Helen Fuld. She just texted me that's she's waiting outside for me," Bobby taunted as he stood to leave.

"After I drop Manny off my lady is waiting to ride this cowboy," Woody gloated.

"You know my plans already bro," Ram stated.

"I just noticed, Bones is missing. When did he leave?" I observed.

"He left with a dancer about an hour ago. Don't worry I made sure she was driving," Woody informed me.

"Well I guess we can call it a night then. My date gets off in forty-five minutes and I still have to take your drunk asses home, then get back here," I commented. "Alright, let's go."

With a minimal amount of grumbling the rest of the gang rose to their feet, three of them rather unsteadily. Woody kept his right hand on Manny's shoulder to make sure he got to his SUV safely. While Jase and I did the same for Cal and Vince. After everyone was buckled in snugly we started back to Haywood.

The ride to Rangeman was relatively quiet, except for the slight snores drifting up from the back seat Vince was producing.

Getting Cal and Vince settled into their apartments went smoothly. It was out of our hands now. We hurried back down to the garage. All I had to do now was drop Jase off at his woman's place. I still had plenty of time to make it back to the club before my girl got off.

I stopped in front of a quaint little house, where Jase told me his lady lived. He opened the door to get out. Before he could close is again I got his attention.

"Have fun and don't wait up little brother."

He gave me a stiff middle finger in return then slammed the truck door in my face. I laughed it off.

I had more important things on my mind. There was a gorgeous girl waiting for me across town and I had yet to get to the best part of my night. Grinning like a damn fool, I cupped my groin. It could hardly wait! ##############