Help Me Help You
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Author: Purity85
Summary: Takes place a few months after "Weak" as if Elliot has basically frozen Olivia out of his personal life. He thinks he can't talk to her about his divorce because he blames her and because he wants to be with her as more than a friend or a partner if you get my drift. Things get more complicated when they have to go undercover. Thoughts are in italics.
Author's Note: I have never worked in a strip club. I've only been in a strip club once, so I apologize for any inaccuracies.
Part Four
Elliot could not believe his eyes; Olivia's perfect practically naked body displayed before him. This would've been his favorite fantasy fulfilled if her body hadn't been on display for a room full of people and if she hadn't been grinding into some other guys lap.
As soon as she opened her eyes he caught them. They were three feet apart at the most and it felt like there was an ocean in between them. He wanted to be the man underneath her and he didn't want her to have to do any of this. She stared into his eyes and he could see shame in her eyes and a blush creeping over her cheeks.
He smiled and shook his head at the idea that she was ashamed of her body. He knew that there was no way it would be possible to be ashamed of that body and that she must be ashamed of the act she was performing with it. What if it's because I'm here? She probably doesn't want me to see her like this. He turned away from her and walked over to the other side of the bar. He willed himself not to look at her and this also served the purpose of hiding his excitement which was becoming more and more obvious in his jeans.
Olivia frowned automatically when Elliot walked away. Am I really that repulsive that he didn't even want to stay over here to watch out for me? She took a deep breath and slid off of Sammy's lap as the song ended. She smiled at the man as she pulled her shirt back on. "So when do I start?" She asked while tying her skirt back on.
Sammy chuckled, "Cocky. I like that." He laughed. "Can you start now? I've been short a girl since earlier this week. If you've got your own stuff you can get it and we've got plenty in the back. Ivory get over here!" He shouted waving a tall beautiful dark skinned black woman over to where they were.
She stood a few inches taller than Olivia in her heels and she was curvy. Her hair was long, strait, and jet black. She smiled at Olivia, but it seemed condescending in a way. "What's up Sam?" She asked nonchalantly.
"We got a new girl here, Cherry. I need you to show her around. I want her on the main stage by 7:30, got it?" Sammy explained to the other woman.
"Got it." Ivory said in a tone mocking his. She grabbed Olivia by the wrist and leaned in to whisper to her, "Have you seen the new bartender yet? Mmmmm." The woman moaned. "Let's get him to make you a drink, shall we? Patrick!" She demanded.
Elliot whipped his head around when he heard his cover named called out. Olivia smiled to see him look at her again. He looked so hot she understood why Ivory was attracted to him. He was wearing jeans that fit him just right, a black wife beater that showed off all of his muscles and his tattoos. And on his face it was obvious that he had started to grow a goatee and he looked beautiful all scruffy.
"Cherry. Patrick. Patrick. Cherry." Ivory said introducing the partners to each other's alternate identities. "Get the girl a drink, will you?"
Elliot smirked at Olivia deciding to take advantage of this opportunity and to play up his cover a little. He cupped his crotch and said, "I got something I think you might like, Cherry pie."
Olivia blushed furiously at his action. Then took a deep breath and leaned across the bar and placed her hand over his feeling the excitement from his crotch, she scratched his jeans lightly with her acrylic nail, and pulled it away as soon as she had drawn a gasp from him. "Maybe later little boy, but for now- I'll just take the drink." She laughed and was surprised when Ivory high-fived her.
"We're going to get along." Ivory stated with a genuine smile.
"I'll take a…" Olivia started to place a drink order to Elliot but was cut off by the glass being set down heavily in front of her.
"Thought you'd like this." Elliot mumbled obviously upset at the "little boy" shot. He smiled at Ivory, "What are you going to have her dance to?"
Olivia eyed the drink and her partner suspiciously. Then she took a sip and realized it was the same drink she was having at his apartment four days earlier. She smiled to herself. She looked up at him, "What do you think I should danced to, blue eyes?" She enjoyed getting to use this chance comment on the things that entranced her about him so many times.
He smiled back at her loving the chance to flirt with her and talk to her again without having to discuss their problems. "I'm not sure… it really depends on you. The Aerosmith didn't really do you justice though."
Ivory rolled her eyes. "Sam loves that song, makes all the girls audition to it. I think you could go for something more soft rock, new emo type thing. With a body as hard as that you can dance to anything."
"Thanks." Olivia said.
"It's just a fact. How often do you work out?" Ivory asked.
"About five times a week actually." Olivia said.
Ivory smiled, "That's something you and our new bartender have in common."
"Really?" Olivia smiled at Ivory and turned to her partner seductively, "Maybe you and I could work out together sometime."
Elliot choked a little at just how sexy she really was. "I wouldn't mind getting sweaty with you."
She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up at the proposition, she but her lip and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly it hit her like a ton of bricks why they were there. They needed to find out who had raped and killed that little girl. She shook her head, "I've got to work now, and I can't just sit around and play with you." She smiled at Elliot trying to convey the message that they needed to get back to work. She wasn't sure if two people could actually convey a message in a look, but if two people could it would be her and Elliot. She walked away with Ivory towards the back room.
"So Sammy said ya'll just lost a girl… do dancers quit a lot here?" Olivia asked Ivory.
"Yeah, but she didn't quit." Ivory said cryptically while she started looking through a rack of clothes. "Is that your usual style?" She asked pointing to Olivia's outfit.
"Kind of, I usually go for something a little classier though." Olivia said joining her at the rack of clothes. "What do you mean she didn't quit? What did she do to get fired?"
"We should concentrate on this for now, but just know that you should watch your back and maybe get that cute bartender to take you home. We'll just say this isn't the safest neighborhood." Ivory seemed sad, but serious about not talking about the dead girl at this point. Olivia and Ivory's hands touched as they both discovered the same outfit. "Nice girl, now all you need is a song."
7:20PM
Elliot stood at the bar with one of the bouncers, a shorter Puerto Rican man named Steven. "So how about that new dancer? She's even hotter than Katie was." Steven said to Elliot.
"Who's Katie?" Elliot asked.
"Katie was a young, hot little piece that used to work here. You like blonds?" Steven asked.
"I prefer brunettes myself, but I can always make exceptions." Elliot said, "That new one, she's my type to the T. Tall, leggy, and fucking gorgeous."
"When's your shift over?" Steven asked.
"Eleven, why?" Elliot asked.
"I'll get you a dance from your fantasy girl then." Steven said, "Just remember to share if you get her into bed."
TO BE Continued.
Thanks for all the good reviews please keep them coming and please give me some more song ideas. : )
