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Daddy

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Joey looped her arm through Chuck's as they walked to the restaurant. "I'm surprised that Sarah let you take this assignment," he said with a grin. "She must have really wanted to see Casey back in action."

"Trust me on this one," Joey said as she matched his grin. "Sarah and I have had this discussion. She really doesn't want to play this half naked sex toy role in front of you. She is afraid that it would be emotionally hard for both of you. And I got the full unedited description of what she was going to do to me if you came back with so much as a single scratch. It was… well, rather vivid."

"She's pretty protective," Chuck said. "You know your role, right? Any questions?"

"Drug lord fuck toy?" Joey said in a sarcastic teasing tone. "Arm candy to the scum of the earth? Trust me on this one too. It was fully covered at the Academy. You are to speak only when spoken to, spread your legs wide on demand, moan appropriately, smile sweetly before, during, and after any obligatory fucking…, oh and call him daddy at all times. What's to question?" They took a few more steps in silence. "So, Daddy," she continued in the same teasing tone as her grin broadened. "How do you like your obligatory fucking? I'm hoping for lots of foreplay. I'll bet that is something you're good at. But I have to admit, it would be more in character for your role to just get right down to the fucking."

"Please don't," Chuck said with a sigh. "I understand that you're having fun. But Sarah is not kidding one bit. She's very unlikely to see the humor in any of this. And when Sarah is unhappy…"

"I get it," Joey said with no dent in her grin. "When Sarah is unhappy, everyone is unhappy. I think that everyone gets that. But she's not currently here, right? How about we lighten things up a little? You did say my tits were perfect on the beach yesterday didn't you? You sounded genuine to me. Even if it wasn't, it was a smooth enough line to earn you another look, maybe a little more up close and personal this time. And you didn't even get to feel them on the beach. Most of the men that I've worked with would be looking for any lame excuse they could think of to get their hand inside of my bra right about now… well if I was wearing a bra anyway. You get the point I'm trying to make though, right? Even Josh has felt them. Maybe we should fix that, get it out of the way so we can concentrate on the mission."

Joey grabbed Chuck's hand and was in the process of using his surprise to playfully torment him a little more by placing it on her chest when Sarah's voice came crackling in her earpiece, stopping her in her tracks. "Here's the deal, rookie," she said as if she was talking to a small child. "I thought that maybe they might have also fully covered this at the academy. But when you're wearing a wire that means other people can hear you. So that usually infers that you're careful about what you say during those times. Flirting with an incredibly jealous woman's husband might not be the smartest course of action in that situation. Especially given that said woman is a known hothead who can make your life a living hell for as long as… well forever if she chooses. I'm just saying. Maybe you fell asleep in class that day."

Joey paused for a long moment. "Come on, Sarah," she finally said. "I was just teasing. Sometimes I get tense before a mission. I'm trying to get into character. Don't be mad."

"Hey, Sarah," Chuck jumped in, more to change the subject than anything. "You're back early. How did it go?"

Chuck obviously knew Sarah much better than Joey did. So he could plainly hear the smile in her voice when she answered. "It was a piece of cake," she said. "We had total surprise. They never saw it coming. Only five men to guard forty million dollars worth of cocaine? Casey got to work out a whole week's frustration at not being able to shoot anyone. Josh was brilliant. I didn't even have to use the secret weapon."

"Secret weapon?" Joey asked.

Chuck looked at Joey like she had just spouted a third eye. He just pointed at her chest as he shook his head sadly in disbelief.

This time it was Sarah's voice that saved Joey's face from turning red. "That's right, rook," she said playfully. "Trust me on this. Your generation of spies wasn't the first to think of distracting a man by letting him see a glimpse of your tits. It started sometime in the middle ages." Then she turned her voice back towards Chuck. "So now it's actually true. You are a genuine drug lord."

"Congratulations… Daddy."

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Josh sat in the van helplessly laughing listening to Sarah play Joey. He was clearly enjoying himself. "Trust me," he said as soon as he could. "She may be acting the fool but you have her wetting her pants right now."

"I know," Sarah said with her own laugh. "She had it coming."

"Maybe you should lighten up on her a little," Casey said in typical Casey fashion. "She is on a mission. Maybe not getting us all killed is what she should be worrying about."

"I know that too," Sarah said as she keyed her mike. "What is the current situation?" she asked calmly.

Chuck was about to respond, but Joey beat him to it. She correctly assumed that talking about the mission meant that Sarah was letting her off the hook. And she wasn't going to pass that up. "Just like we figured," she said. "He has snipers stationed everyplace you look. He has obviously used this location before. I'm not sure what the situation is inside, but he undoubtedly has men in there too. These drug lord bastards are such an untrusting lot." Then she turned to Chuck. "No offense, Daddy."

Sarah fought back the laugh. Normally she wouldn't find anything funny about the situation with Chuck being in harm's way. It's just that Joey, like Chuck, could always make her laugh. It was just one of those things. But this wasn't the time or place to encourage her. "What would our odds be?" she asked in her best professional voice.

"Approaching zero," Joey replied almost immediately. "If we tried to shoot our way out of there, we might cap a few. But there are too many of them, and they have all the strategic positions. We would definitely get bloody."

"Okay," Sarah sighed. "I guess we figured that didn't we? That means it's on to phase two. We have to change the venue."

"You're up, Daddy."

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Clearly Laura was surprised. How could she possibly not be? She was sitting at the table in the private room fully expecting to be introduced to a sex crazed, scum of the earth drug lord, not at all unlike her Rock. She also fully expected that her services in the bedroom, or maybe even on her knees in the back room of the restaurant, would be part of the deal he was going to try and broker with said scumbag. Rock had already warned her that was quite possibly going to be the case. He made it abundantly clear that she needed to be prepared to do her part to make this guy feel appreciated. Apparently in his mind being in love didn't quite measure up to the opportunity to make a quick deal worth several tens of millions of dollars.

So imagine her reaction when she saw that the scumbag she was expecting was Chuck Bartowski. Not only that, he walked up with his own fuck toy, a beautiful half dressed woman that she had never seen before on his arm. Well, the half dressed thing wasn't really a criticism. Laura was herself actually wearing about the same amount of clothes, maybe even a little less. In fact both of their tops were so shear that they may as well have been lying on the floor for all they were hiding. And 'arm' was also actually sort of an understatement. She was touching much more than his arm. In fact she was pressed so closely into him that it was impressive that they could actually walk without tripping over each other.

That immediately got the wheels spinning in Laura's head. She'd be lying if she tried to say that it hadn't registered how amazing he looked in that 'Miami vice' outfit. If that haircut was Sarah's idea, it was pure genius. Or maybe it was the confident smile. Whichever it was, it was downright sexy. In fact, had this new Chuck Bartowski guy ever approached her in a bar, he would have actually had better than a decent shot at getting her to leave with him. And that was something that certainly wouldn't have been true a week ago. But that kind of thinking was pointless. She knew for sure that Chuck hadn't turned into a drug lord. And she was also pretty sure that he hadn't just dumped Sarah on her honeymoon, found this new half dressed beauty, and randomly stumbled into this restaurant. It had to have something to do with her mission. Maybe they needed her for some reason to do with the Fulcrum Elders. Needless to say her spy instincts had her on full alert.

Rock was by nature something of an intimidator personality wise. Most in this business were, to the extent that they had personalities anyway. So it was natural that he would attempt to seize control of any conversation. He indicated a chair on the opposite side of the table. "Sit," he said curtly.

Joey knew that she had to do something to change the tone for Chuck or this wasn't going to go well. So she did an obvious double take. "He clearly doesn't know who the fuck he's talking to… does he Daddy?" she asked sarcastically. She turned to Rock and took a step towards him. "He doesn't like to be disrespected," she said. "And I don't like whatever he doesn't like."

The three bodyguards in the room, sensing that the boss was being threatened, quickly swooped in. Joey didn't flinch. She used the first man's momentum against him, sending him flying over her hip and rather violently crashing him into the wall. Then she punched the second man. It was a short uppercut type blow but very precise, right under his diaphragm. Again the man's own momentum did most of the damage, leaving him sitting on the floor helplessly gasping for air. She disabled the third in a more traditional way. A kick to the groin had him quickly groaning on the floor in agony.

Chuck smiled at the carnage that his new teammate had caused in about two seconds. Whatever point she was going for had been clearly made. Too bad Sarah wasn't here to see it. "Come on, Joey," he said. "We're trying to conduct some business here. Is that any way to treat our hosts?" Then he turned to Rock with a grin. "I'm sorry. As you can see, she's incredibly protective. Sometimes that gets out of control." He turned back to Joey. "I think that you need to apologize."

Joey put the crestfallen pout on her face. "Okay, Daddy," she said softly. Then she turned to face Rock. "I'm very sorry," she said. "I was rude. I hope that your men will be all right. After all, it can be a blow to a man's ego to be so easily defeated… by a girl."

Rock could only stare at her for a long, long moment. Then he started laughing. "You're right," he said. "I was also rude. I also apologize." Then he turned back to Chuck. "She is something else," he said still laughing. "Where did you find her?"

Chuck pulled the chair that had previously been offered away from the table and sat calmly. "She's quite a handful," he agreed. "She hasn't even warmed up yet. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Actually, Joey's antics broke the tension in the room. "I understand that you want to sell me some product," Rock said. "Tell me why you're willing to sell such a valuable shipment so cheaply."

Chuck was amused that these drug runner types never called it what it was, cocaine. "That's simple," he replied. "We came into this opportunity rather unexpectedly. We don't deal in drugs. We don't have any way to distribute them, and no desire to develop one. I was just going to destroy it. But it occurred to my Joey here that maybe we could find someone to take it off our hands and both profit. I'm willing to do that if we can act quickly." He turned to where Joey was still standing and extended his hand. "Please sit down, baby," he said softly. "Relax. I'm not angry with you."

Laura struggled keeping in the laugh at this Joey chick's reaction. This was so clearly an agent playing a role. In fact it was the same 'totally devoted fuck toy' role that she herself had been playing for several months now, hopefully without the actual fucking that she had been subjected to. Sarah most definitely wouldn't take that well. Joey looked like a whipped puppy that had just been petted as she sat next to him. Laura also noted with some level of amusement that this Joey made sure that her chest rubbed against Chuck's arm on the way past. She was teasing him. Whoever this agent was, Laura liked her already.

Naturally, Rock was clueless of any of this subtext. "So," he said. "Where did this product come from? And how did you come to contact me?"

"The short answer of where is that we liberated it from its previous owner," Chuck said with a relaxed smile. "I had to teach him a lesson. I'll spare you the lurid details but nobody fucks with my girl. The merchandise is simply a casual opportunity, a byproduct of an unfortunate situation." He turned to Joey and grabbed her hand. "I'm fairly possessive of her. She's simply too beautiful to allow out of my sight." He glanced at Laura for the first time. "I'm sure that you can relate."

"I can," Rock replied.

"The question of why you," Chuck continued. "My contacts in Brazil, more specifically the Barone family, tell me that you might be interested. They're quite impressed with you as a business partner. They called you an up-and-comer. Given the source, that's quite a compliment."

As much as Laura had previously been fighting the urge to laugh, now she was fighting the urge to scream in frustration. She had just been undercover for months, fucking this scum ball three and sometimes four times a night, all in the hope of getting in a position to maybe find out who was supplying cocaine to him, and coincidentally to the whole East Gulf region. And Chuck Bartowski with one simple flash casually just told her. That fucking Intersect. It just didn't seem fair.

Rock was clearly impressed. "Who is your contact?" he asked. "Do you talk to Jose Barone much? Is he feeling better?"

Chuck didn't flinch at what was so clearly a test. Fortunately the Intersect had studied the file. "Not so much since he was killed last year," he said. Now it was time to turn the tables on this low level operator. So he narrowed his eyebrows. "I was one of his pall bearers. I miss my good friend horribly. Let's stop with the insulting games, shall we? I think we both know how much the Barone family values their privacy."

Rock was obviously suitably impressed and just as obviously taken aback. If this guy was this close to the Barone family, he was definitely not someone to mess with. "I know," he quickly said. "Sir, I apologize. I meant no disrespect."

Chuck glared at him for a long uncomfortable moment. "So," he finally said. "Are we going to do business or not? I just want to get rid of it. It makes me feel uncomfortable holding it. It got my friend Jose killed. Juan tells me that the previous owner paid forty million just before his unfortunate demise. I'll give it to you for half that. That is basically a gift. Otherwise I'm going to take it out into the middle of the Atlantic and make some fish very happy."

"Where is the product now?"

"In a truck," Chuck replied with a short laugh. "I think that's as specific as I want to get until we complete our negotiations. I did bring a sample. Joey tells me that it is the best she's ever had. I'll take her word for it. I don't use the stuff myself. It's her one vice. I do have to say, I admire how wild it makes her in bed."

"I don't use it either," Rock said. "It's an occupational hazard." He turned to Laura. "Maybe you'd like to go to the ladies room and give me your opinion?"

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As Laura and Joey left, Rock conspicuously checked out the sexy view as they walked away. As soon as they were out of sight he turned back to Chuck. "I have a cash flow problem," he said. "I just made a fairly large purchase myself. I'm afraid that used all of my working capital."

Chuck pushed away from the table. "Are we wasting each other's time?" he asked.

Rock considered the situation. Here was an opportunity to save twenty million dollars on his next shipment, not to mention that there was always the implied risk of getting it through customs. Doing a favor for a friend of the Barone family was always a smart thing to do. And there was no question of being able to move all of this coke at many multiples of what it would cost him. The people in New York were always begging for as much of this stuff as he could come up with. He would have to dip into his personal accounts. That wasn't something that he liked to do, but the opportunity was simply too big to pass up. "No," he said. "I'll have to move some money around to come up with a twenty million transfer. It will only take me a day. Would that be okay?"

"I don't know," Chuck said. "I wanted to do this quickly. Let me think about it."

Rock was now getting desperate. "I have an idea," he said. "I really want this merchandise. I appreciate your reaching out to me. I don't want to let you go and maybe get another offer. Why don't you and your Joey spend tonight on our yacht as my guest? In the morning we'll come back to the dock, you can have your truck meet us there with the merchandise, and we'll complete the transaction. I'll make sure that you're treated in a manner that a man of your position deserves."

"I don't know," Chuck said. "I'm a busy man. I really didn't plan on taking a cruise."

"I'll sweeten the pot," Rock said. "Do you consider my Laura attractive?"

"Of course," Chuck replied. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'll have her join you two for the night," Rock said. "She is very talented and even more eager to prove her value. I'm sure that she'll work very hard to make sure that you have a wild night. Is your girl the jealous type?"

Chuck couldn't keep in the grin. Wow. That was something that either needed a week's explanation or none at all. He could picture Sarah in the van right now… fighting with Casey and Josh for the mike. "Sometimes," he admitted.

"But I think that she'll be okay with this."

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When Laura led Joey into the rest room, Joey took the wire and earpiece out of her purse and wordlessly handed them to her. "I like your top," she said as soon as Laura had the earpiece in place. "It's very chic."

Sarah, hearing the code word, keyed her mike. "Hey Laura," she said. "I'll bet my voice is probably the last one you thought you'd hear today. I have some good news. Your assignment is over. Agent Lopez here and her Daddy are going to extract you. Unfortunately the bastards have your current position far too fortified to try anything tonight. The plan is to get you isolated where your mark only has his regular protection. He just offered to take Chuck and Joey on his boat tonight as his guests. I'm afraid that's as detailed as I can get right now. You're going to have to assume that you're being monitored at all times. We want to wait until we get the money, we have our reasons. I'll explain later."

Sarah paused for a moment to read the transcript that Casey had just handed her. She stopped his snarky comment with a look. "Oops, it appears that we have a late breaking development," she continued. "Your friend just offered you to Daddy as their entertainment for the evening. I guess that means it's now probable that my husband sees one or both of you naked at some point tonight. Since when you're out at sea you'll be out of range for this equipment, here are some ground rules. I'll live with whatever is really necessary to protect the cover for his safety. I will get revenge for anything that goes over the line. I would also like to point out that he is going to tell me every single detail."

Sarah paused to laugh a little. "Okay," she finally admitted. "I understand that you're dying to tease him with the drug lord plaything act. I'll tolerate a little of that. Try and not torture the poor guy too much with the lights on. He's really uncomfortable with nudity. I know that you're probably worried about Chuck when the fighting starts. Don't be. I can't explain it right now, but he can handle himself. You know me well enough to know if that wasn't true he wouldn't be there. And finally, yes, Casey is here. He says hi. If everything goes according to plan we'll make our move right after the deal tomorrow."

To say that Laura was excited about the end of this assignment, well that was ridiculous understatement. And it only had a little to do with the prospect of spending tomorrow night with Casey. But she'd be lying if she tried to deny the tingle that she could already feel building thinking about it. And tonight was going to be so much fun. She was going to be able to turn Chuck's face so red… and she even had Sarah's permission. What could possibly be better than that? She turned to Joey with a silly grin knowing full well that she couldn't do anything to blow their cover. Sarah was right, who knew if they were being listened to. So she had to be careful about how much to say. She stuck out her hand. "You were most impressive out there," she settled for. "Tell me. Why do you call him Daddy?"

Joey returned her grin. She hadn't heard of Laura Carter before. But reading her file on the plane was an eye opener. She was perhaps a notch below Agent Walker in career accomplishments, but not a huge notch. And she was even more beautiful in person than her picture. That's all she needed, another woman who she would look plain standing next to. Didn't they understand that she had self esteem issues? So she just took her offered hand and shook it professionally.

"What else would I call him?"

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