Recap: Stephanie and Ranger have anal sex. Light on plot, heavy on smut.

I'd originally planned on this being a separate story, but I havn't been updating much lately, so I thought I'd add it into this one. Halloween 2016 was a Monday (Remember that rally that is supposed to be the main plot point?), and the last scene happened on a Thursday, so I had a weekend to work with without much necessary-to-the-plot action. Enjoy :)

Stephanie

I woke to the sun streaming in from the window, and hushed voices in the next room. I could tell they were trying not to wake me, but my curiosity got the best of me, so I eavesdropped.

"Are you sure this is the only place we can get him?"

"Yes. Anywhere else he is surrounded by armed bodyguards."

"Can we get in?"

"Depends on who we can get to accompany us. I think Lula would come, but I'm not sure who else we could persuade."

What the hell were they talking about? Why would they need Lula to go somewhere?

Curiosity won out over modesty, so I stumbled out of bed and into Ranger's office next door, rubbing my eyes and trying to tame my hair. Tank and Ranger looked up, Tank's eyes immediately flying to the ceiling when he realized I was only in a t-shirt and panties.

"Hey boys. Where are you taking Lula?"

I didn't think it was possible for Ranger to blush. I mean, between the stern show-no-emotions facade and the mocha-latte skin, you wouldn't think it was possible. Turns out I was wrong, and his face gained a decidedly reddish tint.

"Tank and I were discussing an outstanding FTA that will expire next week. We found out where he will be on Saturday night"

"How much is it worth?"

"Two million bond, so $200,000 to Rangeman. Plus not taking a hit to our reputation with a new client."

I was surprised. "Who in Trenton had a two million dollar bond? Have I heard of them?"

Ranger shook his head, and Tank chimed in. "He isn't from Trenton, he's a finance guy from Philly named Martin Williams."

"Martin Williams? The Market Street Madoff?" That guy was famous. Swindled a bunch of people out of their retirement savings, and had made a bundle during the crash by selling short..

Tank nodded. "He has millions stashed away, and a private jet. Hence the high bond. He also has armed guards around him at all times. They've been with him for years, so no chance of infiltrating them now. A bond agency in Philadelphia had no luck getting him, so they asked us to step in. If we catch him, we look golden. If not, we likely won't get hired by anyone there again."

"So where is he going that you need Lula to get you in?"

Tank and Ranger glanced at each other, then Tank stared at the ceiling again.

"Oh for Heaven's sake" I huffed, dashed out of the room, and came back a few seconds later with a robe on. It was Ranger's, and I practically swam in it, but Tank visibly relaxed once my legs were covered.

"As far as we can tell, there is only one place he goes where he isn't accompanied by at least 4 guards."

"Yeah, I get that. Where is it?" Why wouldn't they tell me?

Ranger turned his computer monitor to me, and I looked at the screen. It was a website for some kind of club. I scrolled down to see what was so special that they couldn't just walk in and get him. Then it struck me. Why he he went there without his guards, and why Ranger and Tank seemed so damn nervous about telling me.

"You want to do an apprehension at a swingers club?!"