Author's notes: Take a deep breath now, cuz you're not going to be able to breathe through this part.
Wild One
Chapter 3
Mulder picked his jaw up off the floor but continued staring at Scully—his Scully—as she hung upside down from the pole, her legs spread open wide, revealing only a string attached to a tiny patch of leather covering her most private of parts. She stopped what she was doing long enough to squat in front of a man seated at the bar, her knees spread apart. Leaning forward, she neatly collected a five-dollar bill between her breasts by grasping them between her hands and squeezing them together around the currency.
Mulder's mouth still stood open in awe when she finished her set a half-hour later. He had watched as she did the splits and slid to the floor, he had gazed upon her longingly as she danced against the pole and thrust her hips into it, and he had gaped as she allowed man after man to place money between her barely-covered breasts. Fortunately, she had not seen him, which allowed him to lust after her every move unnoticed.
But he almost went crazy every time she approached a man, smiling and flirting while allowing his hands to brush against her skin. When her set was over, he watched as she went over to a man and sat next to him, accepting a drink he offered her. He could not take any more, and he stood and walked towards her while she focused her attention on the other guy.
He snuck up behind her and, placing one hand on her shoulder, said directly into her ear, "Can I have a lap dance?"
She about jumped out of her skin as she spun around to see who was behind her. Seeing that it was Mulder, she said, almost as one word, "Oh my God you scared the hell out of me, what are you doing here…how did you…"
He was sure her cheeks would be flushed if they weren't covered up by so much make-up. She hastily turned back to the man who bought her the drink and said, "I'm sorry…excuse me for a moment, will you?"
The guy began to protest, but Mulder raised an eyebrow at him and grabbed Scully by the arm, pulling her away. She whispered to him as she led him to a room in the back, "Mulder, what are you doing here? You're gonna blow my cover!"
"Your…cover?" he repeated. Bells went off in his head while comprehension set in. "For…the Kindred murder case." He threw his hands up in aggravation as they entered a dark room lit only with a few neon lights. "Why, Scully? Why the whole Mission Impossible routine?"
"Shhhh…just sit down Mulder." She pushed him down into a chair, and he began to realize what this room was here for. She smiled seductively, but he knew it was all part of the act. "Your lap dance?" He nodded. "That's twenty bucks," she said.
She stood in front of him, waiting. He fished out a twenty, and she stepped in between his legs and began to sway her hips, giving him the same suggestive stare as before. "Ooohhh, Scully," he said, unable to contain his arousal.
"Porsche," she said.
"Really?" He smirked. "Okay…Porsche. So tell me, why the secrecy?"
She leaned forward and put her hands on his thighs, resting on him. "Keep tipping," she said quietly, her bright red lips still smiling. "Or they'll know something's up."
He pulled out a dollar. "Make it a five," she said, still leaning forward, breasts heaving in front of him while she shook her hips from side to side.
He found a five dollar bill, folded it until it was a tiny square, and held it in front of her. She leaned in, taking the bill, along with his hand, in between her breasts. He gasped. "Whaaa…Scull…I mean Porsche…" His breathing deepened as he felt her soft flesh close itself around his hand. "Wow," he said. He was having a hard time preventing an erection. Finally he gave up, and felt his hard-on pressing into his pants.
She backed away, the bill still in between her breasts. Then she leaned in again to whisper in his ear. "Skinner was afraid you would blow my cover." She dropped the five-dollar bill neatly in her boot, then said, "He thought you might have a problem with me taking this assignment."
Mulder was having trouble forming words, but he managed to eek out, "I'll say. Where did you learn to…"
He forgot what she was about to ask when she pushed her entire upper body against his, so that she could speak into his ear easier. Her silky, red hair fell over his face, giving them a little bit of privacy. "We can talk about this later."
Mulder felt like he couldn't breathe, and not just because of the weight of her body on his. He tried to bring his attention back to their discussion. "No way. I am not leaving you here alone."
"Who says I'm alone?"
Mulder tried to peer out of the room and into the bar, but his view was blocked. "Who's here with you?"
"An agent you've never met before—Agent Brenner."
Mulder shook his head. "That's not acceptable to me. You know how dangerous this assignment is…Porsche. All this guy has to do is touch your hand, and you could be dead."
Scully's eyes blazed with anger. "It's not up to you Mulder. You can take it up with Skinner tomorrow."
Her leg brushed against the inside of his, causing him to shudder. "I'm…staying…here," he said.
"Then I'll just have to get a bouncer to escort you out." She spun around and showed her backside to him, swinging it back and forth fluidly.
It was hard for him to stay angry at her when she was doing that. A bouncer came over and said, "Time's up, sir."
Reluctantly, Mulder got up, and shot one last glance at her before drudgingly heading for the exit.