Summary: What is Skinner up to? Even Scully is questioning her bosses' motives. Mulder won't tolerate this...

Chapter 3 – Here comes George

Scully was horrified that Mulder found out what she was doing. She had caught him staking out her apartment last night and decided to take a cab into the strip club this morning to throw him off. Under no circumstances could she allow her partner to know what club she was at. He could ruin the whole sting.

She and Shania practiced on the pole for hours then was invited to hang out that night at the club. There would be no dancing and she had to be in the company of one of the bird dogs at all times—bosses rules. She didn't expect Skinner to walk in that night and latch onto her while he talked to the club's owner. He had her pressed up against him and acted like he owned her and in a way—he did. Skinner was her 'pimp', as she was masquerading as a high price call girl, learning to dance for paying clients. The intimacy that they were building was a little uncomfortable, but he was playing a part, just like she was—right?

The murderer had stabbed 5 women in the Greater D.C. area, but hadn't killed in weeks. That's mainly because they sent all the natural redheads out of town and then started spreading flyers about the fabulous new 'Ruby' that would be premiering in a few days. The killer was known for waiting until he found the right victim. It took them months to see this as a serial case. Surveillance video from those nights only identified the murderer as a thin white male. The baseball cap covered his features and amazingly, he always kept turned away from the cameras—almost like he knew where they were.

Oddly, the dead strippers weren't sexually assaulted but a large piece of hair was removed from their head after they were stabbed, viciously, 20 times or more. Both Skinner and Scully scanned the place for their perp, but no one fit that very vague description. Shania took Scully over to meet some of the other dancers and she turned back to see one of the older strippers come up to Skinner to try her luck. She was still pretty, but was strung out and wobbly. Skinner looked annoyed and Scully was glad she wasn't the only one uncomfortable with this assignment.

When she came back through, Skinner went to put his arm around Scully again, but the woman stepped in between and began to caress him. Scully identified this as the classic 'cock block' method. It was a way of keeping a customer from getting to the dancer of his choice and having to settle. It was an aggressive move done by those past their prime or in need of immediate funds because it pissed off the other dancers. Skinner had been identified as a 'George', a good tipper, named for the plentiful 'George Washingtons he would carry. Scully was somewhat surprised when her hard assed boss firmly pushed the older woman aside, grabbed Scully and went to a back room with the owner, Jack Tasker. She glanced back to see the woman staring angrily at them.

When the back room door was closed, Skinner sat down with Jack, and pulled Scully into his lap. *Wow* The possessive move wasn't lost on her and Scully was acutely aware of the powerful arms and thighs that surrounded her. She swore she could feel Skinner's cock twitch.

"Jack, Ruby is going on tomorrow night isn't she?" Skinner idly fingered the edge of Scully's frilly tank top. She was embarrassed when her nipples hardened. She wondered if the man noticed as much as she noticed his hard on. Awkward.

"Yes. I've got it advertised everywhere. I think she is ready. I looked in on her training session earlier."

"Good. I'm going to have a few boys here to keep an eye on her. Any problem with that?"

Jack shrugged. "Nope, if they know the rules. Two drink minimum…"

"They won't be drinking. I already pay you enough to make up the loss. Give us one waitress and she'll get hers too. I don't want the dancers bothering them."

"Ok. It's not gonna be much fun, if they can't enjoy the flavors we offer. Speaking of that. It's customary for each dancer to give me a *private showing*. Your Ruby hasn't done that yet. I'm free tonight…"

Skinner scowled. "I thought I had made this clear. She is my whore and doesn't give free samples. I've paid you enough to let the rules slide for this venture. Do you want to renegotiate our agreement? I can have the Corleone's pay you a *private* call to discuss terms. I'm sure they will give you an offer you can't refuse."

Jack grew pale. "No, Mr. Pileggi. Your friends don't need to get involved in our personal affairs. I'm sure Ruby will do fine tomorrow." Jack licked his lips as he stared at her, but didn't say anything else.

"Alright. If I find that you have reneged on our agreement. I will be unhappy." Skinner slapped Scully on the ass. "Up, sweetheart. I've got business to handle." Scully dutifully skid off Skinner's lap. He was sporting a very large bulge by then, but now wasn't the time to mention it. He looked at Jack. "She is just watching tonight. Take good care of her—I mean it." Skinner stared the thin man in the eye and Jack withered.

"You got it." The large man strode out of the room. Scully followed, but Jack grabbed her arm right before she dispersed into the fray. "That big guy isn't treating you well. He never needs to know about our *private show*. I've watched you and I want you. How much? I'll make it worth your while…"

Scully pulled her arm away. The bird dog bouncer assigned to her didn't intervene. He was paid to protect her from patrons, not his boss. "You heard Mr. Pileggi. Leave me alone."

"Suit yourself, bitch. That was the voluntary way and came with perks and pay. There is always the involuntary one. We might have to go that route. Think about it." Tasker faded.

Scully rubbed her arm and went to watch the stage show. Her bird dog followed. Neither one noticed the two dark haired men that were watching them from a few tables away…

Authors Note: Yeah, I know the idea of Scully and Skinner can be ucky for some of you. Personally, I like older men. Shipper's-Hang in there. The next chapter has MSR smut and it goes down hill from there. ;-) I told you a plot snuck in. Darn things! They are like flies-can't keep them out. I've picked up Raid. Got most of 'em.

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