So sorry it's taking me forever and a day to update everything. I have been so busy with school; college is kind of kicking my ass right now. My dad and my close friend were both in the hospital, and I am so uninspired to write now...I have no clue why :( Plus I had finals and had to check out, which was a hassel :/ So honestly, I'm so so so sorry for the huge delay. If you're reading any of my other stories, you'll probably get this little shpeal as well.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER: SVU; DICK WOLF DOES

Olivia stayed quiet during the drive, keeping her head down, trying to avoid eye contact with both Parker and Elliot. She was glad to be away from Gordon, away from his grabby hands, but the fact that she didn't know where they were headed made her somewhat frightened. The drive was only about fifteen minutes, but to Olivia it felt like hours. "We're here," Parker said, turning off the engine when the three reached their destination.

Olivia's head snapped up, and began to scan her surroundings. They were in an alley, behind an older looking building. From what she saw, she knew nothing good was going to come from this. "Where are we?" Elliot asked, as Parker opened his door and got out of the car.

He quickly walked around the car, stopping in front of the passenger door. "Don't worry about it," Parker said with a wink, before opening the door and pulling Olivia out of the car. "Just do as your told, and no one gets hurt," he said as he shut the door. He pulled Olivia into the older building, Elliot following right behind.

When the three got inside, Olivia was able to see that they were in fact inside an underground club. There was a small stage in the center of the room, with a pole in the middle, accomidations for a strip club no doubt. Parker gribbed Olivia's arms tighter, as he dragged her to the bar, where a man sat nursing a half empty beer bottle. His dark hair was shaggy, and messy. His dark eyes were focused on the bottle in his right hand, while his left absentmindedly played with his growing goatee.

"Parker! It's about fucking time," the man said, rising from his stool and extending his hand.

Parker quickly took his hand and shook it, letting go of his grasp on Olivia's arm. "Eh Benji, we had a little snag. You know Gordon, can't keep his fucking mouth shut, or his hands off anything."

Benji nodded with a smirk, befre taking another drink of his beer. He looked up and noticed Elliot staring at Olivia from the corner of his eye. "Who's the muscle?"

Parker turned to Elliot and smiled. "This here is Lucas Kent. He's one of my best men," he said, placing his hand on Elliot's shoulder.

Elliot shuddered slightly, hearing Parker compliment him. He hated the character he had to play, and it only made him feel worse that he was playing it better than the real pricks. Benji nodded, before turning his attention to Olivia. "This the girl?" he asked, his eyes widening when he saw how sexy Olivia looked.

Parker nodded. "This here is Anya. We're hoping this little Russian is going to make us a fortune working here."

Benji nodded enthusiastically. "Damn straight." He folded his arms across his chest, before his fingers made their way back to his goatee. "Let's see here," he began, as he started circling Olivia, observing her body.

Olivia hated being looked at like a piece of meat, but she knew she couldn't ruin this, or else she'd be forced to sleep with every man that paid. She looked up at Parker, who winked at her, causing her to cringe, before looking back down at her feet.

Benji finished his observing, before flashing a smirk at both Parker and Elliot. "Oh yes, she's going to make you a shitload of money. And lucky for you, she can go on tonight. One of the other girls had a, uh, cancelation if you know what I mean. Anya here can fill in for the bitch."

Olivia looked at Parker, confused. "Sure." He turned to Elliot before speaking, "Kent, stay with her, make sure our investment doesn't try to escape. And keep it in your pants," he said, before walking off, pulling his phone out of his pocket to make a call.

Elliot looked down at Olivia, before making eye contact with Benji. "So, what does she need to do?"

Benji looked at Anya once more before letting out a deep sigh. "Hey, Travis! Get your ass in here!" he yelled.

The three watched as a younger man walked into the room, and up to Benji. He had the same dark hair as Benji, only his was more contained, and actually looked brushed. He had more muscles than Benji, and he was taller, but his face was completely bare of facial hair. "What do you want?" he asked, as he took his sunglasses off his eyes, allowing the three to see his sea blue eyes.

Benji grabbed his beer and took another drink. "This is Anya. Show her to her dressing room, and explain the routine. Kent is here to make sure she keeps her Russian ass put until tonight."

Travis nodded, before jutting his chin toward the back. Without another word, Elliot grabbed Olivia by the arm, and pulled her to the back. The three walked down a dark hall, until Travis stopped in front of a bare wooden door. "Show starts at nine, outfits are in the room. For your first show you are only expected to dance for the audience, if you're feeling more daring, you're allowed to serve the customers as they please." With that, Travis unlocked the door and flung it open. "Get dressed in here, and wait until you're called." Travis pushed Olivia into the room, and watched as Kent followed her in, before turning on his heel and walking back to what he had been doing before Benji called him.

"You heard him, get dressed, and be prepared. You better be grateful all you have to do is dance," Elliot said, as he closed the door.

Olivia turned around and glared at him. "You asshole," she said, her accent not once slipping. "How dare you," she said, as she slapped Elliot across the face. She raised her hand to slap him once more, but he took the hint and grabbed her wrist.

He pulled her close, his face inches away from hers. "How many are there?" he whispered, knowing that during Travis' instructions she had been scanning the room for cameras and microphones.

"Three. One in the corner, one in the mirror, and one on the other side of the screen."

"Just visuals?"

"I didn't have time to look for mics, but I'm not going to take any chances." With that she pulled out of Elliot's grasp, before spitting on his jeans. She watched as Elliot sat in a chair, before walking across the room and sitting in one herself.

The two sat like this, staring at each other, thinking, for over two hours. "Shouldn't you be getting ready," Elliot asked, glancing at his watch. It was hard to believe it was already 7:30.

"Screw you," Olivia said, getting up from the chair and over to the rack of clothes. She looked at each item and scrunched her face, appauled with her selection. After letting out a deep groan, she picked out a few things and took them off their hangers. She looked up, only to be greeted with Elliot's gaze. "I think there's someone at the door," she said with a smirk, as she walked to the door.

Elliot got up and walked to the door, before opening it. Seeing no one, he stepped outside to look down the hall, when he heard the door slam behind him, followed by the unmistakable sound of the lock behind switched into place. "Anya! Let me in!" he said, as he began to pound at the door.

"Clever that one." Elliot turned to face Benji, who only let out another chuckle. "Don't worry, she's smart enough to know what will happen if she doesn't do what she's told. There's no need to worry about her right now. Come on, I'll buy you a drink." Elliot sighed, before following Benji down the hall and to the bar.

Olivia let out a small sigh when she heard Elliot's retreating footsteps. She knew what she had to do, and she knew that if he was there, reminding her who she was, she would back out. Besides, now that she knew she wasn't going to have to do anything too dangerous, she decided to have a little fun and by damn if Elliot wanted her before, he sure as hell was going to be begging for her after tonight.

Elliot took another drink of his second beer. Now that there were people in the club, it seemed more like a business, and less like a hide out. Parker was there, along with Gordon and the other guys, but the music and flashing lights drowned out any conversation that they were having. He knew he should have been talking with Parker, trying to find out what they were going to do next, but he just couldn't get his mind off of Olivia. He didn't know how she was going to handle being the center of attention, and especially having to strip infront of a club full of people.

He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, and better yet he didn't want to feel uncomfortable. He was slightly jealous that everyone here would see her in clothes that would barely cover her body. He was the one who was in love with him, not everyone else. He was the one who was risking his life trying to get closer to her, and it was only him who deserved to see this side of his partner.

No sooner had he begun his thoughts, did he hear the person next to him speak. "So, did you make your move yet? Because the next chance I get the bitch is mine."

Elliot looked to his right and rolled his eyes when he saw Gordon. "Fuck off Gordon," he said, taking another drink of his beverage.

"Come on Kent. You telling me you spent over three hours with her, alone, and you didn't tap that? My respect for you has dropped. What happened to the sex crazed man we love huh?"

Elliot sighed. "This one's different," he said without thinking, instantly regretting his words once they left his mouth.

Gordon opened his mouth to speak, but Parker beat him to the punch. "Our little Russian's quite fiesty isn't she" he said, sitting in the stool next to Elliot.

Elliot looked at Parker and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"That slap in the dressing room. For a minute I thought you were going to throw her on the floor and fuck her right there. Good job."

Elliot closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hand clenched into a fist under the table, but he knew starting a fight would be the worst thing to do right now. Taking another deep breath, he unclenched his fist, before placing his hand on the the bar.

Before he could say a word, the group heard louder music, and cheers coming from the stage. They all turned around, shocked to see Anya being led on stage by Travis. Elliot watched as he leaned down to whisper something in her ear, before she nodded. Travis got off the stage, before different music began to play. "Let's see what she's got," Parker said, making himself comfortable on the stool.

Elliot watched as Olivia walked around the stage. It looked like she wasn't scared, and the look in her eyes only made him worried about what she was going to do. Before he knew what was going on, Olivia took off the robe she was wearing, revealing the outfit she had picked out in the dressing room.

"Holy shit!" Gordon whispered, as he choked on the sip of beer he had taken. Both Tony and Drew did a double take, as Parker's jaw dropped. "I never knew she had a body like that."

Elliot looked at Olivia, shocked. He was completely surprised with the clothes she had on. The red and black lace bra she was wearing was barely covered by a thin layer of fabric, and you could see the matching panties when ever she turned, due to the fact that her black skirt didn't even cover her ass all the way. To make matters worse, the heels she wore made her look at least six inches taller, which made everyone in the club go wild.

Elliot listened as the music got faster, before his eyes settled on Olivia. She moved around the stage, before taking the clip out of her hair and shaking her head, letting the hair fall down her shoulders. Elliot's breath caught in his throat when he saw her begin to unbutton her top. He groaned when she took off the shirt, throwing it into the crowd of men.

He shifted in his chair, trying to control his reaction to Olivia's performance. He looked back at the stage, only to find Olivia clad in only her bra and panties, dancing to the music, making good use of the pole in the middle of the stage.

His pants suddently felt all too tight for him. He knew he was goin to lose it if he continued to watch Olivia, but he just couldn't bear to look away. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the song end. He watched as Olivia gathered up her clothes, along with a free bills the men had thrown on the stage.

Olivia went backstage, only to return a few minutes later, back in her clothes. She walked up to Parker and the gang and smiled when she saw the bulge in Elliot's pants. "First timers luck," she said with a wink, before shoving the money into Parkers jacket pocket.

Parker looked at Olivia before grabbing the money and flipping through it. Parker put the money back in his pocket and smiled. He then looked over his shoulder at Benji, before winking at him and nodding.

Olivia made her way past Elliot toward her dressing room, knowing she had teased him enough for one night. This was, after all, payback for earlier this afternoon. Elliot watched as she disappeared from his view, before turning to face Parker. "Wow," he whispered, trying to adjust his pants. This was going to be a long assignment, and the fact that he couldn't touch Olivia at all, ment that they needed to find what they were looking for fast, and get the hell out of there. Until then, they both had to trust themselves, and each other that they would be able to resist the temptation.

Okay, so I figured this story isn't going to be that long, chapter wise. Maybe it might be, I'm still trying to work out the details, but I'll warn you when its over, because there's only so much you can do. Anyway, please review. I love reading your guys' reviews. :)