Characters: Randy Orton, Hunter Hurst Helmsly and Cody Rhodes

Rating: MA

Disclaimer: Lyrics and song belong to The Pussy Cat Dolls

Randy took a hard look around a crowded strip club called 'T-strip" for the third time that night since he'd arrived and taken a seat at the bar, squinting, his eyes already burning from the stale smoke that hung heavily in the air despite the dark shades over them that he'd yet to remove. It wasn't his favorite place to be but so far the atmosphere was fun and friendly, perhaps a little too friendly at times but nothing seemed out of control or unusual. Except for himself. He was unusual as he was so jealousl as he flicked his eyes over so many kissing couples, wishing he could for one second be one of them. Shit he wished he was there for fun! He'd give anything to switch his water with an ice cold beer and head into the crowd for a possible late night hook up. Lord knows he needed a good romp in the sack!

But unfortunately it was all the about the job tonight. He and his partner were there for one reason and one reason only. Michael Mizanin. They wanted him for questioning and that son of a bitch was doing a damn good job of avoiding them. Just like he always fucking did.

Randy and Hunter had been all over the strip that night looking for him, going from strip club to strip club until his feet felt like they were ready to fucking bleed. All for nothing. They still hadn't found him because no matter how fast or how far they went they always managed to 'just miss him.'

He scoffed to himself. Yeah fucking right. The bastard didn't want to be found so he wasn't. And Randy wasn't fool enough to believe any different. Hunter on the other hand was incredibly stubborn and dragged him all about on a wild fucking goose chase until he'd finally put his aching foot down and said no more.

The T-strip would be the last stop for the night.

He turned on his stool towards the bar, still trying his best not to attract any attention to himself as he nursed a glass of water and a smoke and kept a close eye on the people around him. There was a short brown haired muscle bound waiter he'd especially noticed. One in a pair of skin tight black shorts that left nothing to the imagination and rode up passed the nicely rounded cheeks of his ass. He thought was pretty cute, totally fuckable with his tan chiseled chest shiny and slick with what he assumed to be baby oil. And he assumed that because he'd witness some of the other employees wipe each other down behind the bar before going out on to the floor to work.

And they ALL looked like him or very similar, short, built, tan and slick, he knew since he'd been secretly checking each of them out behind his dark shades. There was nothing suspicious about the small waiter beside him, or any of the others, he just liked staring at their curvy little backsides as they strutted back and forth from the bar to the crowd and was thankful for the dark lenses of his shades hiding his hungry eyes. Of course Randy knew he was out of place there, sticking out like a sore thumb in his tight dark denim jeans and black leather jacket that concealed two silver high power browning's holstered against his ribcage. But so far keeping to the shadows of the bar kept him from the stares and the giggles of some the patrons who were dressed in flamboyant colors like neon pink and purple, wearing "clothing" with feathers that barely hid anything.

He shuddered for what felt like the hundredth time since arriving and took a long drag of his smoke. Yeah, he was definitely out of place in a gay strip club. And if it hadn't been his second time there he'd probably still be clinging to his partners side and avoiding all eye contact as drag queens made cat calls and tossed their numbers on crumpled up napkins at him. Like they had the night before when they come looking for Mizanin and a big group of drag queens tried extremely hard to get his attention. Which of course Mizanin hadn't been there so he'd been forced to endure that embarrassing trip to the club, for nothing.

Well, he did get one thing out of it. Hunter did tease him about just how many napkins came his way. So much so that the rest of the guys at work had chimed in and only reassured him that the Las Vegas police department, was the LAST place a gay man should ever be employed.

That being why he hadn't told a soul there that he was gay, not even his family back home knew. Well, besides his father. And now without him no one knew. And it fucking sucked. Randy was so lonely and at times it was fucking unbearable. But as much as he hated to live so secretly and despite how miserable he was outside of work he just couldn't risk it. Las Vegas had an "open" atmosphere but it didn't exist in the police department. In fact he was sure that was the ONLY place homosexuality wasn't tolerated in Las Vegas. Well of course by law it was, but that didn't stop his colleagues from making comments expressing their disgust for the "cocksuckers" they hauled through the doors day in and day out.

And to make matters worse his partner was the worst one about it, fuck that guy was the definition of homophobe and he was stuck with him.

It seemed to Randy at first and still sometimes that Hunter was the LAST person who should be working the Mizanin case with his outspoken hatred of homosexuals, but, he'd be honest and admit that his bigot partner was actually one of the best detectives in the whole precinct and despite his personal beliefs and opinions, he was still a good cop and the right guy for the case. He just wasn't sure how well Hunter would fare in a gay strip club...

Hunter was currently off on his own, making his way around the club and coming in and out of view as he went about asking the employees and customers the same questions he'd asked the night before. Had they seen anything unusual there? Did they know anything about the murder? Where was Michael Mizanin? And he'd keep asking until someone finally gave in to end his constant harassment. And Randy didn't even try to stop him.

This was just Hunters way of doing things. He'd sit a perp down and ask and prod until they finally cracked, no matter how long it took. And that was the plan here too, he was just going to keep coming back until someone finally spilled and gave them a lead. Honestly though Randy didn't think this was the best of ideas, he thought it made them look desperate and let everyone know just how lost and confused Mizanin continued to leave them. That and he just didn't believe anyone was going to be stupid enough say anything out in the open.

He scoffed to himself again, truly confused with his partners choices tonight. Did Hunter really expect them to? No fucking way would anyone openly rat on Mizanin! What the fuck was Hunter doing making them come there again? It just was a complete waste of time!

He huffed. This was so fucking pointless. If he was in charge they wouldn't even be there right now.

But he wasn't, Hunter was. And knew to keep his mouth shut and to just go with the flow, hoping that maybe after a few more months he could get away with disagreeing with his partner. Until then he'd just hold his tongue like a good boy. Or at least, he'd try to anyway. Hunter could only push him so far. He'd only stay quiet for so long before he snapped and called him a dumb-ass.

With a heavy sigh he smashed the last of his smoke into a small black ashtray on the bar as he stood up from the stool, tired of sitting down and looking to stretch his legs. Hunter had told him to stay by the bar but fuck that, he wasn't a rookie, he knew how to do his fucking job and he was done with sitting on the side lines. If they really wanted to bring Mizanin down then his time wouldn't be best spent sitting on a fucking bar stool.

He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets as he moved away from the bar and gave the club a harder look as his surroundings started to feel all too familiar. It was a LOT like the one he'd been called to a couple days earlier, small but with enough room to fit a little over a hundred people that were illuminated in their neon clothing as well as by many flashing lights.

He kept his head down, hoping people would get the hint and just let him walk by while keeping his hidden eyes looking around. And thankfully no one bothered him, everyone seemed to be waiting for something but he couldn't tell what.

Without any distraction he quickly noticed as he made his way through the crowd that instead of there being a big dance floor like the unfortunate Mr. Kelner had been slain upon, it had a stage in the shape of a T with two poles and a door at the end of the long ramp. The stage he could also see was lined with small round multicolored lights that even though the ramp and poles were currently empty were blinking and flashing obnoxiously to the beat of the techno blaring from the overhead speakers.

He chuckled as he tore his eyes away and moved on. This really wasn't his type of setting but damn if he didn't see himself having a little fun there on his off time if he ever had the chance. Well, maybe not HERE but another strip club. One that wasn't owned by Mizanin.

He wandered around for a while, just looking, just watching and listening to the crowd and some how ended up by the stage, standing before a row of small round tables and staring at the round colored lights as he peeled off his sunglasses and tucking them down the front of his shirt. So far he'd seen nothing suspicious, only friends coming together there for a good time, or a girls night out, except, they were men dressed as girls...Some of them entirely too convincing and although the lights were a stupid thing to stare at, he was glad he found something...safe to look at for a moment.

Not that he had a problem with any of it, he just didn't want Hunter to pass by and catch him staring.

That would be the fucking end. If his partner figured out that he was gay he'd be out of the department faster than he could fucking spit, he just knew it!

"Attention to the stage!"

He jumped, the sudden voice coming through the speaker and the stage suddenly lighting up was enough to deafen him and blind him as he started to back away. He turned around as the announcer and the next song's intro spilled elegantly through the speakers and knew that was his cue to get the fuck away from the stage. Hunter would NEVER let it go if he got pulled into the act. NEVER.

"And now, ladies and gents the show you've all been waiting for..." He looked over his shoulder as the announcer's voice continued to introduce someone, the crowd starting to go mad with cat calls and obnoxious whistles as apparently the show appeared on stage. A little peek wouldn't hurt right?

"Everyone give it up for the epitome of perfection..."

His stomach grew tight at that. Fuck maybe it would hurt.

"The God of the strip pole, the Dashing one!"

The door at the end of the ramp flew open, the lights dimmed and a spot light found someone emerging onto the stage. And Randy stopped dead in his tracks, sucking in a sharp breath. His heart skipped a few beats and his jaw dropped. The announcer wasn't fucking kidding! There was two hundred pounds of perfect MAN-GOD on the stage! Fuck he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. He was godly in all black and tall with long muscular legs that seemed to stretched up forever until they formed into gorgeous deep hip lines he could clearly see outlined beneath a shiny skin tight black button down shirt. His abdomen especially drawing his attention and making him want to swoon. It was sexy and firm with cut muscles that melted into the broader muscles of his chest. His dark brown hair was trimmed neatly and shaping his strong handsome face that seemed to cradled the most beautiful eye's he'd ever seen.

Randy shuddered hard. Fuck. He was perfect. His flawlessly tan skin, his build, his ocean gray blue eyes that despite the colored lighting flashing obnoxiously around him still shinned through like a candles flame in the dark...All so fucking perfect!

He turned to fully face the stage again, forgetting all else as the dashing one started to move around the ramp, the graceful god going to the edges and undulated erotically to the beat of the music as he worked open the buttons of a tight fitting black silk shirt...

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

He licked his lips as the Dashing one dropped to his knee's in a pornographic pose, rolling his body gracefully in place as he lent back on his thighs. Fuck...

After a quick moment and as soon as Randy took a breath Dashing gave the cheering crowd an over confident smirk and a wink as he came back up and spread his legs, stroking a hand down his shiny chiseled stomach.

Randy's heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't stop watching, he couldn't tear his eyes from him not even for a second to blink.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (Uh huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (Uh)

Dashing sprang back up and tore the tight fitting shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere and left the garment on his back as he slowed his pace to match the music and still Randy was trapped there. Still he couldn't move! Dashing was just so fucking hot!

Typical

Hardly the type I fall for

I like when the physical

Don't leave me asking for more

I'm a sexy papa (papa)

Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna)

What I want to do is spring this on you (on you)

Back up all of the things that I told you (told you)

Somewhere in the back of his mind Randy knew he should turn and run away, Hunter was probably in eye sight and wondering what the fuck he was doing just gawking and standing there like an open mouthed idiot. But he could only stare, his mouth going dry as he watched Dashing tear off his black pants and left himself in nothing but the open shirt, shiny black boots that laced up his calves and extremely short black shorts that outlined his massive sex perfectly. Randy bit his lip for a second to stifle a groan even though no one would hear it if he hadn't. Fuck this was torture! ALL of Dashing's movements were so smooth, so sensual, so errotic. The graceful creature never missed a beat! It was like the song was following HIM and his delectable looking hips.

You've been saying all the right things all night long

But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

Baby, can't you see? (see)

How these clothes are fitting on me (me)

And the heat coming from this beat (beat)

I'm about to blow

I don't think you know

Dashing came down off the stage onto a table and used a chair to step down to the floor, his hands reaching out and touching a few people who'd gathered close by to drop money upon the stage, the tease giving each of them a playful wink as still danced and swayed. Still making the music move with his graceful body.

Quickly Dashing broke away from the small crowd and Randy started to step back, swallowing hard. Shit what if he tried to pull him into the show? His heart was about ready to explode as even though he feared this he found he still couldn't take his eyes away from the dancing god slowly making his way towards him. He did take another step back though and jumped as his legs bumped into a chair. Fuck.

He looked back for only a second and before he could side step it Dashing was before him, stripping out of his shirt the rest of the way and thrusting his broad chest towards him as the black silk slipped passed his shoulders and down his arms. Fuck fuck fuck!

He gasped in horror and tried to move back again to avoid touching him and fell into onto the chair, his eyes going wide as Dashing looped his shirt around the back of his neck and hauled him back up to his feet and closed the gap between them all in one smooth, fluid movement. "Hey there handsome." Dashing purred in such a seductive tone that made him blush and his cock stiffen slightly, and he nearly shuddered as Dashing's hand came up and stroked the space between his guns over his jacket with a sultry gaze, "You got any money for me?"

"Uhh Uhhhh, " He stammered out of shock, speechless as his mind tried to wrap it's self around what was happening. He had to be dreaming. There was no fucking way this was real! "Uhh no-"

"You wanna touch me?" The graceful creature asked and again the purr in his voice made his sex harden. Dashing had a slight lisp that might have driven others crazy but not Randy, oh no, he fucking loved it. "You want to feel my ass big boy?"

He almost nodded. Yes oh god yes he wanted that so fucking bad! But he just stood there, mouth opening and closing over and over as he tried to say no again but just couldn't, the sound just wouldn't come! He should be pushing him away! He SHOULD be telling him to stop before they reached the point of no return! But fuck those gorgeous eyes had him under their spell and they had him fucking bad.

You say you're a big boy

But I can't agree

'Cause the love you said you had

Ain't been put on me

I wonder (wonder)

If I'm just too much for you

Wonder (wonder)

If my kiss don't make you just

Wonder (wonder)

What I got next for you

What you want to do?

Dashing spun around and before he could stop him pushed his ass into his groin and ground against it as he bent over, all to the beat of the music and nearly killing Randy with surprise. And a few other things too. He looked down at the spectacular ass grinding him, mesmerized, shaking, shuddering. Trying not to let Dashing reduce him to a melted mess. Fuck he wanted to grab his hips so fucking bad. He just knew they would feel like heaven beneath his fingers!

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours

I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please

Baby, can't you see? (see)

How these clothes are fitting on me (me)

And the heat coming from this beat (beat)

I'm about to blow

I don't think you know

Randy gasped hard, trying to push him away after a moment but couldn't find a safe place to grab and ended up fumbling his hands nervously around the gorgeous strippers back and hips. He had to stop this! What if Hunter was watching!

To his horror Dashing's tight black shorts were abruptly torn away off in a flash, the Velcro garment being thrown towards the stage and leaving him in only a tiny shiny red thong, "How about now?" Dashing asked, peeking over his shoulder as he came back and up and looped his arm around Randy's neck, grinding his bare ass against him now and instantly brought his cock to a state of painful arousal.

Randy shook. It had been so long since he'd had anyone touch him like this! He was already dizzy as hot waves of ecstasy washed upwards from his groin where the beautiful stripper continued to grind him and had to fight like hell not tear Dashing's head back and claim his pouty lips in a passionate kiss. The friction was just so fucking euphoric! Fuck how was Dashing doing that?

"How much you got for me now?" Dashing asked again and he gulped. Oh he had a lot for him, and it WAS in his pants with his wallet. It just wasn't money. And Dashing KNEW it, the bitch was just fucking teasing him now.

He almost moaned and bucked against him, catching himself at the last second and moved in towards his ear, Dashing just didn't understand how much this was killing him. If he could participate, he so would. He'd tell that little cock tease just what he'd do to his perfect little ass he was so kind enough to grind him with. And fuck if Hunter wasn't there he'd be all over the beautiful stripper in a heart beat!

He gasped suddenly as he thought of his partner, realizing he'd forgotten him again for a moment as his eyes darting around the crowd in a panic. Fuck was Hunter watching? Shit shit shit! "Please," He finally managed to get a hold on himself and implored just barely over the music, "Stop." Although he really didn't want him to, he really wanted Dashing to grind on his cock in his jeans as hard as he fucking could!

But if Dashing didn't oblige and he didn't put and end to this NOW he wouldn't stand a chance against fighting off his hard-on. He couldn't hide much more in his already tight jeans and he'd be totally FUCKED if Hunter saw that.

Dashing had to stop and he had to stop NOW.

"Read you loud and clear handsome," Dashing surprised him and winked, "Maybe next time?" He winked once more and released him, quickly moving on to the next lap without so much as another glance.

Randy knew he must have looked ill as he just stood there in a state of shock, he could feel the humiliation burning hot over his skin in a red flush and noticeably couldn't catch his breath. He was shaking. If he could run out of there he would but that would only tip Hunter off that something was UP and he'd out himself at the completely WRONG time. He swallowed hard as he took a slow breath. No he had to take his time and pretend he wasn't turned on, he'd have to act just as shocked and embarrassed as he knew he must have looked.

He slowly made his way away from the tables and stage, heading back to the bar, avoiding even looking at the still dancing still grinding Dashing and eventually spotted Hunter and instantly turned beet red again as his partner started to laugh.

Great, he'd seen them. Wasn't that just fucking PEACHY.

"You got felt up by a guy!" Hunter laughed hysterically. "In a shiny red thong!"

"Shut up." He glowered at his partner hard and didn't stop as he was passing him on his way to the exit. He was done for the night and didn't give a shit if Hunter liked it or not.

"Well if you weren't ready to leave before I think you're ready now!" Hunter laughed some more, catching up with him and clapped his shoulder hard. Randy nodded frantically, his eyes widening again for a second as he let out a hard huff, "Uh, yeah, I was ready BEFORE that. Now I'm REALLY ready to get the fuck out of here."

"Come on then," Hunter continued to speak through laughter, his eyes growing shiny with un-shed tears of pure amusement, the asshole obviously found this just too fucking funny and had no problems in showing it. "Let's get you out of here before the next one tries to corn-hole you from behind!"

"Shut up," He glowered at him again, "That shit's not funny."