Chapter 5– D.S. (Dream Stripper or Dana Scully)
"Is Agent Scully alright?" The eager Agent Walker asked.
"Yes. I watched her place until I went to work. The light clicked on at 6am. She's okay." Mulder didn't mention he knew this from the INSIDE of the apartment because the young agent would get the wrong idea. It would be the same luscious idea he wanted, but the guy was already smitten.
"Are we going tonight? It's her premier."
Mulder kept a straight face. The puppy was begging and he didn't want to throw him that bone. He was sure the agent wouldn't make a move on Scully as long as he knew her as the kick-ass agent that hired him for this gig, but dressed in a black lace teddy with a red garter belt, G-string, black silk stockings and red fuck-me pumps? (He snuck a look at her outfit last night—it was in her bag). He might lose control of Walker and have to arrest him. Hell, he might have to arrest himself.
"I think you would be better off as a lookout…" Mulder hedged.
Mark Walker was having none of that. "We will be off duty and I can go where I please. I'm going to protect her and I wish you would come with me, but I'm going-regardless."
Ah, the boy has balls. Good for him. "I'll tag along." Mulder said secretly proud of his protégé. "The show starts at 9pm."
Chapter 6 – The Big Brass Pole (Among Other Things)
Anyone who has seen the movie 'Sucker Punch' knows how cool it is for hot, gorgeous ladies to dance to wild music and perform sexy, kick-ass moves. Dana Scully was worried. She had practiced and watched herself in the mirror. Her coach Shania told her she did well and that weirdo owner, Jack Tasker, thought she was worth bedding enough to risk the wrath of a supposed mobster. Now, she was playing for the big leagues. Not only was her purpose to attract the killer, but Mulder was in the audience. There were several other FBI agents there too—Colton among them, but she decided to focus on her partner tonight. If she didn't, the embarrassment would cripple her.
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She was ready and the announcer built her up. "Gentlemen and…a few ladies. (laughter) I present a new star of the stage—rising and shining like the gem she is. I won't talk about her beauty. (whistles) I won't talk about her body. (hoots and hollers). I won't talk about what she will do for your stick shift tonight! (applause and cat calls) I give you the fresh, the gorgeous….Lady…Ruby!" She waved a hand, exited and the stage grew dark.
A low light came up, showed Scully hanging from the pole and she wasn't touching the ground. Her arms gripped the brass tightly and the black lace teddy revealed a lot of creamy skin with her back arched. The agent turned stripper had shoulder-length red hair that streamed down like a bright flame and one black stockinged leg entwined around the pole. The other leg had a red fuck-me pump poised high in the air and the music began. It was 'American Woman' by Lenny Kravitz. The guitar rift started as she slid down to the floor into a crouch, back flipped landing on those heels and fell into a straight split. The crowd went wild, she rolled, shimmied up then bent over and shook her g-stringed behind provocatively to the beat while watching the audience with a sultry smile. They hooted and dollars were thrown.
Scully wasn't worried about the money. She concentrated on her routine until she caught Mulder's eye and the man looked stunned. Even his mouth was hanging open. He did make eye contact and his face melted into a passionate smile that set her heart racing and his thunderous applause faded into an intense hot look about which there was no mistake. She smiled alluringly. Mulder—this is all for you.
The next move was to run, leap into the air and grab the pole spinning around and around. Her ruby-red hair fanned out as she whirled and then slunk to the floor where she arched her back, spread her legs and pumped up and down against the pole for the delight of the men. (if only Mulder was doing this to her) Gracefully twisting and standing up, she strutted to the other side, bent over and tilted down an arm of her teddy. It revealed a little more than her shoulder—but not too much. Then she did a fantastic pirouette before slowly descending into a straight split and winking at the audience. Scully looked briefly at Colton and his crew. The group of 5 agents were motionless. Total shock and awe. The remarkable flip she did to a squatting, then a standing position got ecstatic reviews.
Shania and she had actually worked out a little 'special' for the audience. A female dancer came out and they did a tandem, shimmy dance routine then simulated sex between them. They bumped their hot pockets on the floor before rolling together and Scully landing on top pumping up and down. Once Scully somersaulted off, she and the other dancer kissed, then the dancer walked off stage. Before the song ended, Scully had spun around that pole again with amazing dexterity and the last note had her hanging just as she started. The place erupted—it was a near riot. Money was thrown on the stage in massive numbers and Shania arranged to pick it up. She promised not to touch it as it was her debut money and special.
When the lights faded and Scully released the pole, she practically fell. "Oh, my god! I can't believe I pulled that off!" She couldn't wait to see Mulder's reaction.
Shania picked her up and hugged her. "You were the best dancer I have seen in over three years! Congrats, honey. Go out and take your bow. I got your back."
Scully did walk down onto the floor and the bird dogs, bouncers, wait staff and various had to shield her from the admirers. She looked over at Mulder's table and found him standing in rapt attention and then applauding thunderously. She smiled one of her 1000 watt smiles and allowed herself to be led off to the dressing rooms. It was a triumph for her and her heart was overflowing…right up until she was ambushed with a knife.
Authors 2nd Note: Oh come on! It's a short story! I have to break it up into little chunks. Will Scully survive? Will Mulder fuck her brains out? Will Mark Walker get any? Stay tuned for the next continuing storrrry….of the cats that's gone to the dogs**. Uh…sorry…wrong show. Of the pussy that's gone to the Mulders? (hee hee!)
**Reference: Veterinary Hospital? The Original Muppets? I'm not THAT old am I? Ok…maybe. Call me 'experienced'—Hey—it's that's a GOOD thing. No beginner's manual needed… I could open a school for young puppies, but my BF would object. Keeping everyone happy AND having a ball. YAY! :0)