She was way too old to be playing strippers but here she was. It seems the club was aimed at over thirties women and when the owner had seen her he'd practically begged her to take the job.

Elliot hadn't been pleased. His partner may have done a lot of things that worried him but this was the worst. The place would be full of sleazy men and he didn't trust any of them and more than worry for her safety he was just as jealous about the men that would be ogling her.

He'd persuaded Cragen to let him be inside as her watcher, pretending to be a customer but security was tight in there and he'd be in there alone. That didn't bother him though, he needed to be there for Liv.

It was the first night of the sting. He'd been there for a while observing before she was meant to start and so far he hadn't seen anyone that stood out to him. They didn't even have a description of the perp to go off so far but he worried that Liv might be the perfect bait.

"Can I get you another?" He hears from a figure in front of him but he doesn't look towards her. His eyes are still skimming the room for anything suspicious and also Liv as she should be starting now.

"I'm good."

"You sure about that?"

This time when she speaks it was in her real voice and Elliot's head shoots up to her face but his eyes soon drop to her outfit. Her bra - if that's what you'd call it - seemed to be a giant ribbon tied up in a massive bow at the front of her chest just dying to be pulled on so that her breast would fall free. He licks his lips, imagining them falling free in his face and how he'd suck on her nipples. Her skirt, though it barely had the length to cover the underwear underneath was the same shade of red and left every inch of her legs free for his eyes to graze over.

"Not now."

Olivia grins and places her hand on her hip.

"What can I get you?"

Elliot pauses for a second wondering how far she is going to let this little joke go on. He knows what he would ask for if he was in a club and he had got lucky enough to find a woman that looked just like her, maybe that's what he needed to pretend to do.

"You could tell me your name."

"Crystal."

Elliot snots and he sees the pursing of her lips as she tries to hold back from laughing with him at her ridiculous new name.

"Lovely name."

"Mhmm." She leans down and presses her hand behind him on the soft cushioning of the booth he was sitting in. "You know I've gotta earn some money. I can't stand around all day and chat."

"How about a dance?"

She raises an eyebrow but holds out her free hand and Elliot hastily pulls out his wallet and hands her the cash which she shoves into her bra.

"You sure about this?"

"Show me what you got." He teased and she smirks. They'd been partners for nearly eleven years and had never crossed any lines and she wonders if this is one? Is getting a lap dance from your partner crossing a line? She tells herself no though as she straddles his hip. She's only doing her job.

He stops breathing the moment he feels her thighs on his. The soft skin of the inside of her thigh presses against his jeans and he wonders how it would feel under his hands. Her breasts move in front of his face and he figures it's safer to look there than her face and remember who this is.

He can feel his cock stirring. The blood was clearly not in his brain anymore or he wouldn't be doing this and as soon he feels his cock start to stiffen he whispers her name, or at least the stripper's name.

"Crystal, you need…"

She steps off his lap and he both feels relieved and like he'd just had the greatest loss of his life but it seems she wasn't listening to him and instead of moving away she turns her back towards him and hovers herself over his lap.

Elliot drops his head back against the booth and silently groans as he fights for his cock to stop stiffening underneath her.

"Liv.."

When she hears him call her name she falls back, dropping her ass to rub purposely against his cock and even over the chatter of the club she hears the groan.

Throwing away the pretence of this being innocent and also the club rules Elliot grabs her hips and thrust himself into her. He'd lost the fight with himself and his cock was now fully hard pushing into her ass.

"El.."

"Liv you gotta.." He needs to tell her to stop. He knows it's the right thing but he can't bring himself to say it. "We shouldn't."

Olivia rips her hips from his hands and spins around still standing in between his legs.

"It's just a dance El."

The way she was panting and the damp underwear said differently but she knew she didn't want to stop. She'd started something and she needed to see where this was going to go.

As she moves in to straddle his hips again his hand reaches out and grabs her by the waist dropping her spread legs onto his thigh. He licks his lips as he feels her heat press against him before looking into her eyes.

"It's not and you know it."

She nods and her thighs tighten around his leg and she knows that she's in too deep now.

"You're not meant to touch." His hands tighten on her hips and push her core into his thigh and her eyes flutter closed. Liv moves her hand to cup at his cock through her jeans and they both moan as she rolls her hips on him at the same time. "But I can."

"You can't.." he starts but she grinds her pussy on his thigh again and when he hears the whimper of pleasure he stops fighting it. He needs to hear that sound again, he needs to have his cock in her causing it.

She slumps forward slightly, her hand pressed against the booth as she continues to roll her hips above him, her hand on his cock rubbing him through his jeans.

"So wet." He mutters. Her arousal is soaking his leg through her barely there thong and his jeans.

"For you."

Elliot's fingertips dig into her hips as he encourages her to grind her clit against him.

"Let me see you cum Liv. Right here."

She knows she shouldn't. Anyone could walk by and catch them like this, not to mention any number of people could be watching them but she was so close to the edge she couldn't stop herself. She could feel the tingling feeling running through her body and before she could reply a moan escaped her lips and her thighs tightened around him as she came undone.

She hears him groan as she rides out her orgasm and knows the stroking on his cock has just brought him over the edge with her and she feels better about the situation knowing she wasn't the only one walking out of here embarrassed.

"That was quite a dance." He mutters when their breathing is back to normal. His eyes look around the club and he doesn't find anyone watching them and he prays they'd gotten away with it.

"It's the only one I'm giving tonight." She mutters as she pushes off him and looks down at the wet patch she'd left, shame washing over her.

"Liv.." he tries, reaching out his hand to grab her but she takes a step away from him.

"I better get back."

And with that she walks away leaving him with his jeans covered in both of their cum and an awkward walk back to his car.