Chapter 2: Kingsly

Women filtered in slowly to get ready and the sounds of the sound system being tested came over the soft backstage speakers meant to let the dancers know who was on stage. Destiny was very nice about helping Olivia get ready and even lent her a mask, since it was a masked club. When she was finished she stared at herself in a tall mirror and hardly recognized herself. No way would Peter know it was her, especially with the mask.

Her costume consisted of way too little fabric in her mind, but it would look suspicious if she were significantly more dressed than all the other girls. She'd chosen black leather boy shorts with fishnet stockings and knee high heeled boots that laced up the front. The top was a matching leather tube top with tiny straps criss-crossing around her neck and shoulders to hold it up. All this with a black studded mask that flared out at the sides and black ribbons weaved into small braids scattered about her hair completed her look.

"Alright April, you're on after Bonnie in about thirty minutes," Destiny explained. "Just remember to breath and if you freeze up I'll rush out to help."

Olivia nodded, feeling rather insulted that she thought she would need the help and it only served to bolster her resolve at doing this right. Right now she was Olivia Dunham, FBI agent, cortexiphan survivor, and seemingly lost without her partner, but on stage she would be April, sexy dominatrix, absolutely irresistible, and hot as hell dancer. She had to, for Peter.

Time flew by too fast for Olivia's liking but soon she heard the announcer come over the speakers.

"And now for a special treat! All the way from the city of angels, we bring you April, heart breaker of the west coast!"

Swallowing her nerves and remembering that for now she wasn't Olivia she took a deep breath and strutted out to the center stage, swaying her hips to the extreme and letting her arms glide beside her as Starstruck by Lady Gaga came on over the speakers. She refused to let her eyes wander around the crowded and dark room in search of Peter, and instead lost herself to the music as she executed some of the dance moves she'd practiced and was surprised despite her earlier bravado that the crowd was clearly enjoying her performance if the cat calls were any indication. Unable to stop the grin that reflected the absolute power she felt wash over her she got brave and tried a few moves on the pole that brought a dozen men from the back of the room up to the front so they could see her better.

It wasn't until half way through the song that she allowed herself to look around the room for the man she was here for. It took a minute for her to find him as he was dressed in a more punk/alternative fashion and his hair had been dyed black and he had let it grow out so that curls of hair framed his ears and covered half his neck. But she knew him and she was shocked to think he thought he could ever disguise himself enough that she wouldn't know it for him, but that's exactly what she was trying to do to him and she had to swallow her nerves once more. Lucky for her he seemed to be absolutely absorbed in the two men he was discussing a deal with and looked to not even notice that he was in a strip joint. He obviously hadn't even looked up when her act had started and she was slightly surplussed at the thought.

Curbing the urge to fix that and approach him, she executed a finishing move that left most of the men in the room drooling and calling out her name for her to come closer to them but instead she left the stage just as Destiny entered onto the stage, giving her a saucy wink and thumbs up. Olivia fought not to giggle her excitement at having not needed anyone's help and fooling everyone, making them think she was indeed an exotic dancer. Instead she wound her way back to her section of closet space to get into her next costume. According to the schedule posted on the main door she had four songs to go before she'd be on. She made quick work of her clothes and when she was done she realized she didn't have time to undo her hair and fix it up so she stuffed it under a camo army hat that matched the very mini miniskirt and halter top that left her breasts almost completely exposed. She left the same knee high boots on and just took off the fishnet stockings. Slipping on a dark pair of aviator sunglasses to hide half her face she waited by the entrance onto the stage for her turn. She found that she was almost excited to go out again, finding a rush in letting herself go and not having to be so tough and formal. This time she would have to get closer to Peter though and that made her a little edgy. Would he recognize her? Her time was up though and she was being called out and Christina Aguilera's Dirty came over the speaker system.

She strutted out for the second time that night and played the sexy April, slipping under everyone's radar. She glanced Peter's way, and this time his gaze was glued to her and for a second she froze – feeling that she had been caught for sure and the charade was up now. But he couldn't know it was her and it was that thought that got her dancing again, stealing her gaze from him to fall on the opposite side of the crowd. When she glanced back in his direction he seemed to be looking at her as if he were trying to decide if she was trouble or not, but the man beside him was waving a wad of bills in the air to get her attention. Fighting the urge to run from the room she strutted over to their side of the stage and stopped short five feet and crawled her way to the edge. Olivia had to fight the blush threatening to take over her face when she noticed Peter's gaze stuck on her chest.

"Knew you liked them blonde, Kingsly! Take the hat off!" The man called to her as she knelt perched on the edge of the stage, just a few feet from them.

Throwing caution to the wind Olivia reached up and with a flourish removed her hat and whipped her hair around so that it fanned out around her and she bit her lip in a saucy grin.

Peter stiffened and she thought for sure she had been discovered but he seemed frozen in his seat. The man put a hundred dollar bill on the stage in front of her and gestured to Peter.

"A lap dance for my friend!" He laughed.

"No – it's okay, really…" Peter mumbled, trying to avert his gaze from her.

Olivia inched her way off the stage and approached him, determination to do this task taking over. "Aw, don't make me lose a hundred bucks mister." She purred, deepening her voice a bit and circled him like a predator cornering her prey of choice. She dragged a single finger around his shoulders and felt him shudder beneath the simple touch. Once behind him she moved her lips close to his ear. "Are you scared you might like it?" She said breathlessly.

"N-No…" he stuttered and stole himself to turn and glare at her for making him feel like a babbling teenager who was seeing his first naked woman.

Grinning, Olivia maneuvered her way back to the front of him and then lowered herself so that her hands rested on the top of his chair and she lowered herself so that her breasts were thrust into his face and she lowered her face to the side of his face.

"Maybe you just like boys…" She whispered with a smirk.

"No!" He blurted out a little louder than he had intended.

Turning around she gyrated her hips and lowered herself so that her backside was grinding into his lap and she felt his arousal clear as if they were both naked and Olivia felt her body grow flush and heated as she tried not to think of whose erection was pressing into her ass and she continued to tease him until a very audible groan escaped his lips. She knew her song was coming to an end soon and she turned and leaned in to give him an innocent enough kiss on the cheek and then whispered one last message.

"You're in trouble again, Bishop." She whispered huskily and pulled away and saw his eyes widen almost comically for a split second before his eyes bore into her.

"What are you doing here?" He growled, his voice thick from arousal.

Choosing to ignore him, she turned and made her way up to the stage and did a few more moves before the song was over and another dancer replaced her as she walked off the stage. Olivia found a patch of clear wall towards the back of the dressing room and slid down it so that her knees were pulled up to her chest. A shuddering breath left her body as she fought the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn't sure what made her reveal herself to him but she had and now he would run again. The mission was a bust and she did all this for nothing. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes but she blinked them back. At least she got to see him again. Knowing she had at least four more songs to do before the night was over she shrugged the guilt off her shoulders and decided that she would finish the night off with her head held high.

Olivia refused to let her gaze wander to Peter's side of the room for the remainder of the night, terrified that he would still be there watching or that he was gone already, getting a head start out the door and on the road. When she finished up her last song it was with great relief and she got changed into her street clothes needing to feel like her again. Throwing on a blue baseball cap and stuffing her hair in it so no one would recognize her as April, she snuck out the back door and into a dark alley. Keeping her face down she walked quickly but nearly tripped when someone cleared their throat to the left of her. She looked up to stare in the face of her long lost partner, Peter Bishop.

A/N: So I want to thank my lone two reviewers for their response to the first chapter and for giving this a chance, so thanks wjobsessed and Americanchick! Hope this was worth the time to read : )