Finding Andromeda
Summary: Special Agent Karofsky has a beautiful young wife and is about to make his career by going undercover to capture the shadow boss of the biggest international crime syndicate. But everything went to hell when he walked into the Black Orchid on that fateful day and met a dancer with pale blue eyes.
Warning: Kink_Meme fill. D/s, BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism), dub-con, past abuse, character death.
Pairings: Klaine, Kurtofsky.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Chapter Two - Where It Began
When Dave Karofsky first walked in the Back Orchid, he wasn't expecting to see the intricate brass railings and the red crystal chandeliers amidst the heavy strobe lights. He knew it was a trendy and extremely exclusive night club catering to the rich and the famous. But from the shabby entrance on the outside, he sure was not expecting such an overwhelming feast of the senses.
"Yeah, pretty amazing, right?" His cousin laughed at his gaping mouth and smacked him hard on the back, forcing Dave into a fit of coughs. "Don't worry, it's the same for everyone. When I first started working here, I didn't know where I should be looking at. Heck, most of the time I didn't know what I was looking at, ha ha! But you'll get used to it."
The mousey man led Dave down the stairs directly to the dance floor. The club was jammed packed with people, and the two men had to push their way down the stairs, squeezing their bodies in between scantily clad women holding colorful concoctions in martini glasses. Dave had to practically push himself flush against a voluptuous lady at the bottom of the stairs in order to keep up with his cousin, and it wasn't until they were almost near the back of the club when he sudden realized that something didn't feel quite right.
"That lady back there," Dave grabbed his cousin's arm. "The one at the bottom of the stairs. I know this makes no sense, I mean she looks like she's wearing shirt and pants, but I swear, when I brushed by her it just didn't feel like it…"
"Latex body paint," The man smirked. "Pretty cool, huh? Yep she sure looked like she's ready for some board meeting, but trust me, that broad ain't got enough fabric on her to cover a sneeze."
"You mean she is…" Dave still couldn't shake the lingering warmth of foreign nipples and body parts that glided across his body. Such an intimate exchange that he was only used to in the privacy of his own bedroom. But here, just a brush of the shoulders.
"Completely naked? Yep, long way from Ohio, isn't it?" His cousin laughed at him as the newbie turned back and continued to stare at the dance floor, where men and women in shiny leather writhed against one another. "Look, Dave. It's your first time here, so I'll cut you some slack. But you have to know that while I may be able to get you an introduction, that does not mean you'll be able to hold down a job here, you got it?"
Dave nodded. "I know, I really appreciate all you are doing for me, cuz."
"Fine, so let me give you some pointers, before I take you upstairs." His cousin waved to two of the guards standing in front of a double door, and led Dave through to the back of the club. "Before I introduce you to the Boss, you need to know a couple of things."
"First and foremost, always remember that we work here. We are paid to do whatever the boss tells us to do, nothing less, and nothing more, okay? So if he says jump, you jump. Don't even bother to ask how high. Second, never think of yourself as one of those people on the dance floor. We are like furniture to them. We see nothing, we hear nothing. That means, no looking, no gawking, and no questioning. Trust me, if you do last here, you are going to see some crazy shit. Fucked up shit, actually. I am not saying you should not care. But just know that people actually pay good money to get fucked up here. So whatever you think is normal, just throw it out of the window, okay?"
"Got it," Dave gave his cousin his most earnest face. "Out the window."
"Finally, and this is the most important thing I will ever tell you. Stay away from Kurt Hummel."
"Who? Who is Kurt Hummel?" Dave knotted his brow at the name, frantically searching his mind for any clues of the individual. After he took the undercover assignment, he had spent months preparing for this role, studying up everything and anything around the Black Orchid. But the name "Kurt Hummel" never once popped up in his files. Has there been a gaping hole in the intel?
"Doesn't matter," His cousin waved his hand dismissively. "Just remember. Do not make eye contacts with him. Don't start any conversations with him. If he is in the room, it's best to not even look in his direction."
"Why?" Dave asked.
"Man, did you just forget what I said about asking questions? Doesn't matter why, just do as I tell you. Stay away from Kurt."
"Okay," Dave shrugged. "I'll stay away from him."
"Now, I'm about to take you to the Boss. So just keep quiet and stay behind me, alright?"
As Karofsky watched his cousin adjust his tie and smooth out the wrinkles in his fancy suit, he slowly exhaled a long-held breath. He was finally going to get to go behind the curtain of Oz. He has no idea who is going to be on the other side, but he is about to take the first step toward the biggest break in his career.
The two men entered into a high-tech elevator down the hall, and Karofsky watched his cousin press his thumb to a small keypad inside the elevator, then pushed the Penthouse button at the top of the controls. Dave studied his cousin intently, but also silently swept the layout of the elevator – two cameras at opposite corners of the elevator and a biometrics scanner to verify fingerprints – someone is taking access to the top floor very seriously.
"Bobbi, who is the person with you?" A cold voice suddenly came over the intercom inside the elevator.
"It's my cousin, Dave, remember? I told you I was bringing him over today," Dave's cousin ran his fingers through his greased up hair nervously, looking up to one of the cameras.
The voice never spoke up again, and the two rode in silence until the elevator finally stopped at its destined floor.
When the door slowly opened, two men were waiting for them. Karofsky could tell that not only were they packing beneath the Hugo Boss jackets, but from the way they moved, they have had to be ex-special forces. Serious security for a mere night club, Karofsky thought to himself. Though he was still nervous about the whole operation, he was also secretly giddy from what he has seen as well. Whoever he is about to meet, they must be connected to the syndicate, and possibly high-up on the corporate ladder as well. This club, the people, they can't be cheap.
"You know the drill," One of the guards eyed Bobbi, visibly hiding his disdain, while the other studied Dave intently. Karofsky made a mental note of the interaction. His cousin had promised him he was pretty high up the command in the Black Orchid, but it appears that he may have overestimated his worth.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Bobbi raised his hands and signaled Karofsky to do the same thing.
"No, against the wall," the guys weren't even trying to be gentle when they pushed both of them against the wall and began a pat down.
"Hey, watch the junk! Ain't no wires in there!" Bobbi yelped when the hands wandered a little too close on his pants. But when he sensed the guards weren't taking it as a joke, he quickly added: "You know what I always say, safety first, right? You guys are doing a hell of a job."
After the guards were satisfied, Bobbi led Dave down a corridor that could double as the executive level hallway of any major corporation. Black marble floors and dark mahogany paneled walls lined with fresh cut flower arrangements and abstract artworks, everything screamed money and power. Karofsky could see a couple of glass doors leading to what looks like office spaces and conference rooms as well, which he made another mental note of.
Down the hall was a blue glass door, again guarded by a menacing looking man.
"What is it this time, Bobbi, another one of your get rich quick schemes?" The man rolled his eyes. "You know you are already on strike two with Ms. Lopez."
"What? No, no, I've changed my ways," Bobbi shouldered up to the large man. "This is my cousin here, Dave Karofsky, from my home town back in Nowhere, Ohio. Washed out of cop school, but a good kid, you know. Got a few pounds of muscle on him, see? And not bad at the brains department as well. And you know, since we are kind of short right now, I thought, hey, why not give the guy a break?"
The guy just shook his head and opened the door. "Whatever."
The room they entered was less of an office, and more like a viewing room. One side of the wall was lined with thick glass, and from the strobe lights, Dave could tell that it looked directly over the entire club. On another end was a large work desk with papers and ledgers filed neatly on top. Behind it, a small Asian girl was busy typing at the computer.
"Miss Tina," Bobbi greeted the secretary. "I believe the boss is expecting us?"
"Yes, but he is still in a meeting right now. Why don't you guys take a seat," Tina took one look at them and returned her attention to the screen.
"We can wait here," Bobbi shrugged, and signaled Dave to sit in one of the leather sofas as he took a seat himself.
But instead, Dave walked directly over to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. It seemed surreal to be on-high, looking down at the mesh of bodies wreathing and twisting beneath, jumping up and down to some kind of silent rhythm, while he himself was in a pristine, almost sterile environment. He laid a palm against the glass, and felt it pulse at the heavy base that must be deafening from below.
His sight slowly followed the various circular stairways at the corners of the club, each leading up to various levels of VIP spaces. A twirl of gold caught his attention, and he suddenly realized that hanging from the high ceiling above the dance floor, next to the ornate chandeliers, were also large gold cages, hung parallel to the various VIP levels. Dave blinked hard, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness and the blinding flashes of the strobe lights, but it seemed that in each of the cages were various sexual acts. In one, a man, blind folded and gagged with a red ball, was tied to a pole while another man fucked him from behind. In another, two beautiful women covered in glitter were coiled together like two golden snakes, pleasuring one another.
Suddenly, one of the bookshelf panels perpendicular to the glass window swung open and a Latina in a black PVC dress that was thinner than skin walked out.
"Santana!" Bobbi immediately jumped to his feet and practically graveled in front of the woman's four-inch thigh-high stilettos. "I thought you were on assignment for the boss. You look ravishing, as usual."
"Ugh," Santana pushed Bobbi's shiny forehead away from her with a finger. "I would tell you to go kiss my boot, but that would give you too much pleasure. Stay away from me, you filthy swine."
Dave could practically hear his cousin salivating as Santana brushed the man aside to exit the room.
"The boss will see you now," Tina nodded to them as she got up to stand by the opening to the inner room.
The last episode of Glee made me think a lot about Dave Karofsky. I promise to update more frequently now that I'm back in the writing mode:)