All right just a warning. This chapter is a bit graphic and smutty. Not too graphic, but a bit. I'd suggest you'd be maybe a mature 13 if you read this. If you think you can handle it fine, but it's just a warning. THE CHAPTER RATING GOING UP! As you probably figured from the last chapter Gwen is going to pole dance so you can just imagine the possibilities lol

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And now without further ado…


Chapter 8

She stood in the mirror pulling at the top which showed way more cleavage then she would have liked. She knew that when she signed up for Torchwood she would be putting herself in different and uncomfortable situations, but this one went straight to the top of her list. Ianto had smugly handled everything and after a humiliating audition that Owen made sure to record she was in.

"In like sin," she remembered Ianto quoting.

Gwen didn't dare change at the Hub and waited until she got to the changing room of the club to do so. The last thing she needed was the team's remarks about her looking like a second rate prostitute when she was nervous enough as it was. She had her gun stashed in a place she'd never thought she'd hide it and was prepared for the worst when it all went down.

"Gwen, can you hear me," came Tosh's voice from the miniature almost nonexistent earpiece Tosh had installed into Gwen's hooped earrings.

"Yeah, loud and clear."

"Jack will be coming in with the rest of the biddees. Owen and Ianto are stationed across the street by the exit in case. I did some research if you want to call it that on Mr. Zez and he always brings a girl or two with him to the second floor for good luck on a business deal. Gwen, you have to be one of those girls or you won't be any use to Jack."

"Well this is great," came Owen's voice, "First she's got to pole dance and then she's got to sell herself. As if Torchwood isn't fucked up enough as it is."

"Yeah, but let's face it. Jack and Gwen make this look good," Ianto defended.

"Gwen didn't change at the Hub. How would you know," Owen argued.

"Oh all right so I can't vouch for Gwen, but I saw Jack and if you'd ever seen that man in a suit you'd swoon too."

"All right getting back to the point," said Tosh suddenly becoming uncomfortable with the situation, "Gwen, you ready for this?"

"I'm about to pole dance to erotic music with three psychos yelling in my head about the importance of looking good while trying to seduce the mob boss and avoid getting shot when all hell breaks loose, not to mention Jack's reaction when he realizes I actually KNOW how to pole dance, so what do you think?" she answered.

"She's ready," said Tosh.

"Two minutes Kitten," called the manager.

"All right," Gwen called and then returned to her conversation on the comm.," Okay who in hell thought of the name Kitten's Meow."

"I believe Jack did. A lady once told him you reminded her of a kitten. Precious, innocent. That sort of thing," Ianto said.

Owen looked at him and responded, "Creepy," but Ianto ignored him.

"It has to be the worst pole dancer name I ever heard," she told them.

"Well it was either that or danger-prone Daphne."

"What?"

"Jack said you also remind him of the character from Scooby Doo who's really pretty, but is always getting into trouble or something."

Gwen rolled her eyes and walked out of the dressing room. She lined up behind a girl whose name she couldn't remember and made her way out onto the stage where disgusting pigs who call themselves men began howling like animals at the girls. Gwen did her best to ignore them and did a sexy walk over to her pole.

Gwen moved with the beat of the music, stretching in positions she'd never thought she'd stretch in and making money on the side. Every time the music changed a new girl would go over to the main pole in the middle of the room and get the spotlight. Hopefully she thought she'd be on the arm of Mr. Zez before that moment came.

"That's right Gwen, make love to the pole," said Owen into the earpiece with a smirk.

She looked up and saw a CCTV camera moving in her direction. She didn't speak because it would look too suspicious, but instead pulled a move where she had a chance to flip the camera off without anyone noticing. Gwen kept a look out until she finally spotted Jack walking in with a group of buyers playing the part of a mobster.

Gwen had never seen Jack in a suit and he looked really good. She assumed Ianto must've helped picked it out because Jack never wore suits. Ianto deserved a raise if anything. Sure Jack was cute, but that suit made him look absolutely divine.

Jack looked around, but he couldn't spot Gwen. The air was smoky and the red light was dim. A stubby little man soon walked over to him and the five other buyers interested in the alien products. He wore an equally expensive suit and glasses.

"Hello, I'm Donald Mavoy. Mr. Zez will be here in an hour, "he said, "He sends his apologies for your having to wait. In the meantime he wants you to make yourself comfortable, drinks are already paid for and you're free to any lady of your desire."

Jack took a seat at the bar trying to ignore the loud obnoxious music. Man, he'd give anything for Glenn Miller. You'd think that a man with as much sexual energy as he would enjoy places like this, but no. Places like this were plain degrading and he still had morals, most of the time that is. There was only one thing he was looking forward to seeing when he got here and that was Gwen in that skimpy outfit Ianto had showed him she was supposed to wear, but he couldn't find her anywhere.

"Can I get you something love," said a woman behind the bar.

"How 'bout a phone number," he smirked putting on his usual tone of flirt.

"I meant to drink," she blushed.

"I'll have water then," he smiled. Jack was never much of a drinker and when he did get drunk he preferred to do it on his own grounds and not in a stuffy bar. The woman handed him his glass and then moved onto the next customer trying to avoid eye contact.

Jack swung his chair around keeping the exits in view at all time and trying to locate Gwen. There was a sweet red head on a center pole not too far from him who had caught his eye and he smirked at her. She blushed and then went back to her craft. The music changed and familiar name caught his attention.

"…Here's Kitten. Meow."

Joan Jett immediately came on and I Love Rock n' roll would forever be Jack's new favorite song. Gwen walked over, steadily shaking her hips putting one foot over the other as she walked with rhythm. The drunks jeered.

She swung on the pole as though it were a lifeline and danced a most exotic dance. There was passion in her waves, lust in her lips, danger in her moves that attracted the guiltiest of men. Her dark brown hair swayed mixing in the red light which also gave the allusion of orange eyes. Her body swung with the music almost naturally and sweat and seduction glistened off of her so delicately.

Jack's breath caught in his mouth. He hadn't realized how flexible she was and it was driving him insane. He'd have to install a pole like that in his office. The outfit she was wearing wasn't exactly helping either.

"See anyone you like," said Donald.

"Not particularly," he said trying to holding back a squeak from watching Gwen. He turned his head and took another sip of his drink.

The man looked in Jack's original direction and smiled, "C'mon. It's on the house and you have an entire hour to kill. You can use a privet room. She's a looker and…very agile," he said also noticing Gwen's moves.

Jack had to resist the urge to punch the living daylights out of the man. He had to remember he was undercover. Jack went to take another sip of his drink and tried not to choke at the man's next sentence.

"Well if you won't have a go, I sure as hell will."

"You know you're right. The night is young and I'm feeling adventurous. Have her meet me in a privet room in five," Jack said casually though he knew Gwen was so going to kill him.

"That's the spirit," said the man giving him a light pat on the back.

Jack had been sitting in the privet room waiting until she arrived. Donald was busy talking with her. She must've been scared shitless especially since Ianto had assigned her job not to do privet gigs.

The room was empty save for a pole and a chair where he sat quite comfortably. Gwen entered the room a few seconds later shutting the door behind her.

"Jack what the hell is going on," she whispered. Someone on the other side had locked the door so no one could interrupt them.

"Sorry, but it was either me or the other guy," he said standing up.

"Oh, so your saving me is that it?"

"Damn you look sexy."

"Jack," she walked over and lifted his head, "Eyes up top."

"Right, sorry."

"So, what's going on?"

"There's been a delay. He'll be here in an hour. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine. A bit nervous about the whole thing with Mr. Zez, but fine nonetheless."

"Gwen, you can still walk away from this."

"I'm not leaving you."

"Gwen this is dangerous."

"Jack, going to the mall with you is dangerous. This is our job and I'm not going anywhere," she said leaning against an opposite wall.

Gwen refused to look at Jack because all he could do was stare at her. They waited as the minutes slowly passed by. He had never seen her in this light before and had to use every ounce of control to stop himself from pushing her against the pole. Her skin glistened and he wanted so desperately to run his tongue and mouth over it.

He could feel all his moral reasoning slipping away and the fact that their lives were at stake didn't even cross his mind. It was just him and her in this room. There were no witnesses and she looked so seductively beautiful standing there. He shouldn't have even been thinking about it. But it's been almost four months since Rhys he argued and it would be a crime if he didn't with her looking like she did.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as there was the sound of keys.

"Shit," Gwen said pushing him down on the chair and climbing on to his lap. Jack looked at her questioning. She quickly pulled off her top, revealing a black lacy bra and pressed against him. He hardened quickly and she had to ignore it though she was quite flattered.

"Gwen?"

"Shh," she whispered taking his hands and putting them on her waist, "We need to make it look real."

"Oh sorry," said the manager opening the door, "Someone forgot to a put a ticket on the door apparently. I thought this room was empty."

"Apparently not," Jack answered with a look of authority.

Jack could feel his heart bobbing in his throat. He never normally got nervous, but he was definitely aroused and wanting. The feel of her body was soft and she was so close. He caught her scent which smelled of strawberries and cream and wanted to indulge in it even more. He wasn't sure if he could resist this time and he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

"Sorry again," he said shutting the door and locking it again.

They both breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps from behind the door died away. Gwen still straddled Jack's lap and immediately picked up her top again proceeding to put it on when she felt Jack's hands stop her.

"Jack-"

But before she could begin her question his lips crashed into hers with a desperation he never knew. He wanted to taste her, revel in her and now was the worst time to do it, but he couldn't help it. There was nothing that could stop this. There was no Rhys to interfere, no Ianto to make judgment and God her skin felt so soft as his hands tightened on her waist. Gwen wasn't exactly passive with her tongue exploring every part of him moaning with pleasure. Her hands tangled in his hair and he could feel she was just aroused as him. His hands slid down cupping her bottom and his hardness was growing impatient. The sounds she was making made his head spin and made him wonder even more how she would sound when she came.

Gwen reluctantly pulled away breathless and swollen lipped placing her hands on his chest looking right at him, "Jack, we really shouldn't be doing this."

"Yeah, I know," he nodded capturing her lips again.

His hands clutched to the small of her back working up and up reaching for her bra clasp. Gwen had to stop herself from unbuttoning his shirt though she felt she needed to feel his skin against her hands, but no. She put her hand behind her back stopping his hand's travel and broke their kiss again.

"Jack, we have an important job to do," she tried to reason.

"Yeah and we'd get it done if you stopped pulling away," he replied quickly.

His desire was becoming too great. He went to kiss her again, but she put her finger on his lips which he quickly captured in his mouth. He worked his way up her hand, over her arm, trailing a few light kisses over the top of her chest until his lips were nipping, sucking and kissing at her neck. She groaned at his touches and he smiled at the reaction. One hand stroked her stomach while the other reveled in her smooth, silky hair as his lips were upon hers once more.

"Jack," she tried again, but only gave up as his mouth nipped at a sensitive area on her neck. She moaned and arched into him. He smiled with pleasure at the feel of her body pressed into him. It was warm and so willing.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it only felt so right. He had imagined him and Gwen doing something like this for so long, but never thought that they'd be in this situation, but he didn't care. He just wanted to feel her writhe underneath him, wanted to hear her tell him she wanted this just as much as he did, wanted to run his hands all over her and remember the moments when he did and how she reacted when he did. He tried again for the clasp, but the second knock at the door stopped him. He growled in frustration and Gwen couldn't help but smile at his annoyance.

"Time's up," Donald called from the other side.

Damn that man. He was so close to the beginning of something wonderful only to have it end before it began. He was breathing heavy, trying to focus on remembering the task at hand no matter how much he just wanted to take her right there. But then again what was he doing? Dammit Harkness, he thought, you let the barriers collapse. It was a mistake. A mistake that felt so amazing.

Jack sighed still trying to catch his breath and released Gwen from his lap. He gave her a "we'll talk about this later" look and she nodded understanding as he headed out.

She quickly put her top back on, calmed herself and followed suit. Her heart was still pounding in her ears at what had just happened. His hands had felt so good on her and his kiss was powerful. She could still feel the energy surging through her. She had wanted him so badly it hurt and NOW he wanted to do something about it. She shook her head of the many thoughts coursing through her head. She'd have to think about later when their lives weren't in danger and when she wasn't half naked.

She suddenly remembered what she had to do and quickly located Mr. Zez. He was a large man with a black beard and he surveyed the girls with consideration. She needed to get his attention fast before he chose someone else. Gwen located Jack who was talking with Mr. Zez giving him his dashing smile. She used this to her advantage. The music changed and she climbed upon the closest pole where he could see her with a blonde.

Gwen pulled her into her embrace, their faces inches apart as they each moved upon the one pole. To Gwen it was all an act, but the blonde didn't seem to mind. There were loud wolf whistles and she caught the attention of Mr. Zez just as she planned. The look on Jack's face was also rewarding considering their recent makeout session.

"You two," called Donald.

The two girls climbed down from the pole gracefully helping each other and walked over to where the other mobsters stood.

"Mr. Zez?" Donald asked.

"Yes, these two will do I believe. This one's new though can anyone recommend her?" said Mr.Zez stroking his beard looking at Gwen questioningly.

"She was just with Mr. Harper. Mr. Harper can you recommend her," said Donald looking at Jack.

Gwen looked at Jack with those eyes he fell for every time. He could still save her. Get her out of this mess in one piece, but then he remembered what she told him. I'm not leaving you…This is our job and I'm not going anywhere. He couldn't protect her forever whether it was from outside forces, Torchwood or even himself.

"Yes. Highly recommended. She has a very talented mouth," Jack said with all cockiness and winked at Mr. Zez whose face remained expressionless.

"Very well, then. Have them follow," said Mr. Zez gesturing to Gwen and the blonde.

They were in. In just ten minutes they would both be heading into bloodbath where either they or the others would come out alive. They both knew this. Jack knew he couldn't protect Gwen forever, but he could try he thought defiantly. As they made their way up the stairs with Ianto and Owen getting ready when the first gunshot sounded. Jack had full confidence that by the end of this episode he would be enjoying the look on Gwen's face when he brought up her pole dancing skills…