Author's Note: So I think this story will be about five chapters long. I am starting to realize people are afraid to comment on M rated stories. I know you're reading them because I can see a tally of views, but I feel like we're all awkwardly looking at our feet embarrassed to talk to each other at the end of them. This story is from my vault, so it's pretty much finished, just needs some shine. I will have it finished by V-day as a present to all you lovely readers.

Home really just needs one more chapter to wrap up, I'm just not sure what it is. I wrote something, and then didn't like it. So I'm mulling it over but open to suggestions.

White Flag I'll get back to soon as well. I have it all storyboarded out already, I just need to write it.

Also I want to rewrite Fire. I'll keep pretty much everything the same I just need to edit it some, obviously make it a little more clear that Mike fires her to keep her safe, not because he's angry (well maybe a little bit). Also I need to break it up into chapters, because that's way too much block of text to keep straight. I really just threw all that on the page in one purge.

So those are the goals. Please hold me to them.

She pulls him into a small discreet room with a single chair in the center of it, and a bouncer at the door. Once he's inside, she sets him down in the chair. He can feel her come up behind him, her hands place on his shoulders and begin to rub them, trying to take away some of Mike's tension. Her hands are magical, but he is on such high alert from her presence, he just sits straight and stiff. He feels her hands begin to make their way down her chest, and feels her begin to rub her body against back, his kissing his exposed neck.

"Look, you are very lovely, but I should get back to my, uh, my friends." Mike is having trouble forming complete sentences with this beautiful redhead sucking on his neck writhing against him. "I'm uh… I'm married."

She pulls away and looks at him with an amused look on her face. Mike is thankful to have finally found something to take control of the situation. Of course he can't have a lap dance. Frankie's married. She'd have to respect that right. "Yep. Married. To Katerina. She's Russian."

The redhead grins at him, before leaning in so her lips press against his ear.

"Вы не говорите ни слова по-русски, не так ли? Но ты красивая." Mike has no clue what the hell this woman just said, but he wants to get those words embroidered on a throw pillow and then fuck it. Who knew Russian was such a sexy language?

"Da?" he says hopefully, not at all understanding what is happening.

"Perfect…" She purrs. The door still open to the empty hallway outside with a huge man standing in the doorway, but the girl throws a leg over his lap and straddles him. "Sorry the bouncer has to watch to make sure you don't get too rough… but that doesn't guarantee I won't." She grins as she begins to gyrate in Mike's lap. Mike's not sure what to do with his eyes or his hands as she dances on him. In a conversational tone she asks, "So you're married?"

"Yep, Katerina. I'm Frankie. Frankie Bouts. She's a year younger than me. We got married, oh my god, a couple years ago. My family flew in from Chicago. I'm from Chicago…" Mike is babbling nervously as the young woman's perfect breasts lightly bounce in a red lace bra inches from his face.

"Oh yeah? Where's your wedding ring?" She sucks his left ring finger between her lips and Mike gasps, hypnotized by the sight of it slowly sliding out between her pink lips. Mike can't believe that he overlooked his married cover and sent him out without a wedding ring.

"Mmm… poor baby you're nervous aren't you? Is it the bouncer watching?" The red head purrs in his ear, and Mike's eyes dart over to the man standing by the door. The huge tattooed man is the least of his concerns right now. Still the blonde grins and nips at his ear and says in a breathy voice, "Don't worry about him. Frankie, relax."

Mike laughs nervously at her very bad joke. The joke itself is probably old enough for Mike to have sex with… and what is wrong with him that he can't think of anything but having sex right now? He needs to say something, anything to get him back to the safety of those two armed Russian gangsters and away from the dangers of this beautiful woman.

"I… Oh…" He can't think as she moves behind him. He can feel her hands sensually kneading his neck, running through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. He let's out an unintentional moan, and she leans down wrapping her arms around his chest pulling at his shirt, her breasts against his back, her breath in his ear.

"Mmmm… want a quick hit to get this party going?" She puts a small white pill on her tongue, and sensually brings it into her mouth, closing her eyes and sighing as she swallows the small pill.

Her breath is hot against his cheek, and his mouth instinctually turns towards hers.

"What do you have?" Mike asks nervously, trying to keep up the guise of his cover.

"Well that was the last of my E, but something tells me you're more of an H kind of guy." She says, running a black tipped finger up his wrist.

"What gave me away?" Mike asks, feeling himself settle into playing his part.

This girl was more than beautiful, she was observant. Mike was fascinated by her. Not just the way her hips seemed to detach from her body, moving in ways he couldn't fathom, but what might have brought her to this path in life. She seemed far too smart, and far too proud for such an establishment as this. Mike finds himself wanting to know all her secrets, but before he can ask, she shocks him once again. Pulling out a rubber band from behind him, she straddles his lap.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Mike demands in surprise, as she wraps the rubber band around his arm and starts slapping his arm to find the vein.

"Oh don't worry about him. He's paid to look the other way." The girl assures him, glancing over at the bouncer, who is indeed dutifully ignoring them.

"No, I mean, I don't…" Mike starts to panic as she seems to find a vein she likes on his arm.

What is he going to do? He can't shoot up with heroin, but his cover… In a moment of sheer panic, Mike does the only thing he can think of. He grabs her arms, stopping her from preparing him for a needle and yanks her closer to press his lips to hers. He instantly freezes the second he feels the silk of her lips, realizing this is more deadly than any drug she could have given him. He's hooked.