Recap: Tank and Lula are stuck keeping civilians away from their target, Marie approaches their quarry, but he rejects her based on her cheap clothes.

Short chapter tonight, but this felt like the right place to put a cliffhanger. I'll update again soon.

Susan

I started dating Bobby a few months ago, when we had both been attending a medical conference in New York. We met at lunch one day, and discovered we were both eating the same kind of sandwich, a tuna hoagie. We started chatting, and the next thing we knew we were seeing each other a couple times a week. At first we mostly chatted about medical stuff, as most doctors do, but we really liked each other's company, and it quickly got pretty personal.

There can be a lot of hardship involved in losing patients you were operating on. I was a trauma surgeon, he was a battlefield medic. Both of us had lost our fair share. There's a bond that forms when you can share an experience like that with someone. People say doctors think we are gods. The truth is there isn't a good way to avoid feeling that when your actions dictate if someone will live or die. That is, until you can't save them, and then you realize that you are just a mere mortal, and sometimes you can't do a damn thing.

When Bobby had asked me to join him for this stakeout, at first I thought he was kidding. Then I thought he was just making an excuse to bring me here. But once he'd explained the situation, I was glad to come. It would be nice to get out and stretch my wings, as it were. Plus, I had some fun outfits in my closet I was itching to try out.

The night before we had had a great time. Once the group had split up, Bobby and I had gone back to one of the private rooms and I'd had my wicked way with him. Not that he'd complained. Of course, the ball gag might have been responsible for the not-complaining part.

Tonight was all business though, we had a scumbag to get off the streets. Bobby and I were chatting when we saw Stephanie and Ranger split up. Then she shouted something we could only see, not hear, over the pounding music.

Stephanie

Ranger and I were standing in a corner, watching Marie attempt to seduce Williams. The look of contempt on his face was palpable, and I felt really bad for her as she scurried off, Lester racing after her. I started to hate the guy even more, and I wondered how I was going to hide it enough to act like I was attracted to him. Of course, we didn't even know if he would be interested in me. The guy was a billionaire, he could afford to be picky. It's too bad I wasn't as sexy as Ranger. Every woman who was post-puberty with a pulse thought he was hot. I assume lesbians would be an exception, but even if they didn't want to sleep with him, I bet they'de agree he was damn good looking.

That gave me as idea. I whispered in Ranger's ear "Hit on his wife. Maybe you'll have more luck with her than Marie did with him." He nodded, and when she went to the buffet, he followed her, looking like sex liquefied and poured into a suit.

I was bobbing around, trying to see how he was doing, when the corner of the table caught on my fishnet stockings. It yanked the clips on my garter belt against the fabric, and tore a few of the strands.

"Shit" I said to noone in particular, a little more loudly than I meant to. It caught Susan's attention from a few feet away. She and Bobby came over to me to see what was wrong.

"Are you OK?" Susan asked.

"Yeah, but I need to re-attach these." I put my foot on a chair and struggled to open the jammed clips. Susan bent down to help me, while Bobby tried to stay out of the way of the precious little light coming from the dance floor. I was relieved when I smelled the familiar scent of Bvlgari Green Tea behind me. Feeling playful, I pitched my voice low and said in my best sex kitten imitation "Hey sexy, think you could help me with these?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely." said a nasal voice with a think Philly accent, not Cuban. I turned my head and saw Martin Williams, the Market Street Madoff, reaching down to adjust my stockings.

Fuck.