Protégé
A/N: Lucky chapter 13 folks! This is about to get so cheesy. If you 'google' Mariska Hargitay Blue Dress, the first picture that pops up for me is the dress I'm imagining for this chapter (but shorter so she can move), the ocean is in the backdrop of the picture. As for Elliot, I got my inspiration from the picture that I made my new profile image. Hope y'all enjoy this fluff. And to the guest who left the review at 4am on October 1st, you nailed it.
Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them, I promise I'll give them back.
Chapter 13
Saturday Night, Euphoria Strip Club
Elliot was sitting on a chair in the back of the club, surrounded by some of the other dancers. He was nervous about going on stage later that night. All around him guys his age were dressed in costumes. Looking down at what he was wearing he wondered what Olivia would think of his attire, or lack there of.
It was already midnight, which was when Olivia and Casey were suppose to arrive that night. They had decided to come later and stay until close, at 2am.
Elliot startled when one of the other guys approached him, "You nervous for your first time on stage?" Tony asked him, clapping him on his shoulder.
Elliot shrugged, "Maybe, I've tried practicing at home but-"
"But there isn't 50 plus women screaming at you at home, I'm assuming," Tony chuckled.
Just then the bouncer from the back rooms the previous night walked into the changing room.
"James!" he exclaimed, "Man you lucky dog, you must've done something right cause that sexy cougar from last night is back!"
"Monica?" Tony asked.
"That's the one, fuck is she hot! Wish she'd wanna get with me instead, never been envious of one of you before," he chuckled.
Tony whistled, "Yeah she really is something. Probably one of the sexiest women I've ever seen, and her friend Jennifer is beautiful too."
A few of the other strippers had heard their conversation, and when someone inquired about who they were talking about the bouncer cracked open the door, and pointed Olivia out to them.
Elliot clenched his jaw as they all gawked at his Captain.
"Talk about legs for days," somebody said.
"I wouldn't mind having those thighs wrapped around me," another man replied.
"Shit, I don't care what age she is, I'd tap that," the comments kept flowing. Everything from her breasts, to how they'd like to bang her, all the men were enthralled by Olivia and she didn't even know it.
Elliot thought he had been handling his jealously pretty well, the more they did, and the more they got to know each other. But sitting in a room with 20 other men, who wanted to sleep with his…possible girlfriend, was more than he could take.
Suddenly everybody was looking at him.
"Sorry what?" Elliot hadn't been paying attention, not wanting to hear any more comments, like how one of them wanted to bend her over a table. A few of them made remarks about Casey too. Elliot noticed Tony tense every time someone did.
"I asked what the hell did you two do last night?" the bouncer repeated.
Elliot looked around, all the guys were waiting for him to respond.
He shrugged, "I thought we weren't suppose to talk about-"
Another man cut him off, "Oh come on spill it James!"
Tony spoke up, "Naw, James is right, everyone get back to work."
Elliot nodded at Tony, when they all dispersed, "Thanks man."
"Don't mention it. So you'll be going on soon, you ready? Remember as long as it looks like you're enjoying yourself, they'll enjoy it too," Tony advised.
"Okay, good to know. Are you on stage tonight too?" Elliot asked him.
"Yeah man, I think I'm a couple routines before you, feel free to watch, get some pointers," Tony smiled, clapping him on his back as he walked away to get ready.
Elliot sighed and stood from his chair. He cracked open the door and peeked out at all customers. He hadn't seen Olivia yet, but she wasn't hard to find. She was wearing a deep purple blueish stretchy dress. Even from his stance he could see a plunging neckline, showing a generous amount of her large golden cleavage. Her legs were crossed, the dress stopping mid thigh.
Elliot gulped, what he wouldn't do to be under that table, running his hands and mouth up and down those thick, firm, thighs.
Elliot shook his head and closed the door. If he stared at or thought about his Captain any longer, he'd be sporting the world's hardest erection, and that was something he didn't need yet.
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"Wow and I thought last night was busy!" Casey exclaimed, as a waiter dropped off their drinks.
"Well it is a Saturday night, have you seen Elliot?" Olivia asked her as she scanned the room.
Casey shook her head, "No but if he's dancing on stage tonight then he won't be out here too."
Just as Casey finished her sentence the DJ introduced Tony to the stage.
Casey wolf whistled as another song started and Tony appeared on the stage dressed as a firefighter. It didn't take long for him to drop his jacket, revealing his bare torso, with suspenders over his shoulders. The women around them were cheering as he danced to the music, his body rocking to the beat.
Olivia glanced around the club as Tony continued to dance. She noticed people seemed to really love his routine. The noise level ramped up when he removed his suspenders.
If any of these women were their perp, she couldn't tell because nearly everyone was going wild watching the strippers.
When Olivia looked back to the stage Tony was spinning around the pole in nothing but his helmet and thong. She looked over at Casey who was smiling widely.
Tony wrapped up his time on stage by tossing his thong into the audience, and covering his crotch with his helmet. He hadn't brought anyone on stage and Olivia wondered if any of the strippers did. She only saw one performance the night before and he hadn't either, so maybe she wouldn't have to worry about Elliot doing it.
Olivia and Casey watched two more routines as they sipped their drinks. Olivia noted how the women in the chairs lining the stage, would stuff money in the dancer's thongs. The bills dropping to the stage if they took them off.
The next song started to play, a country tune Olivia recognized, as the DJ's voice boomed in the club. "Alright alright alright, next making his debut tonight, a stallion if I've ever seen one, a stud on our stage, let's give a warm welcome to our cowboy James!"
Women cheered as the song 'Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy,' blared from the speakers.
"Holy fucking shit," Olivia heard from her left where Casey was sitting.
Olivia's jaw dropped, she completely agreed with Casey's sentiment. Elliot walked on stage with a cocky swagger. He was wearing a cowboy hat and denim shirt. But it was his bottom half that caught everyone's attention. He was wearing a pair of black leather ass-less chaps.
Casey fanned herself as they watched their young Detective move all around the stage, hyping the crowd, and teasing all the patrons by slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one.
Suddenly the DJ spoke up again as a spotlight beamed down on the crowd, spinning around. "Looks like our stallion is the lucky man tonight, but which of you lovely ladies is gonna have a chance to ride this cowboy? Which one of you thinks you can tame this young bucking bronco?"
Olivia turned to Casey, seeing her with her hands in the air. "What the hell is this?"
"Oh you missed it last night when you were stuck in the back. Whoever the spotlight lands on gets to go on stage. Wooo, over here!" Casey called excitedly with the other women in the club.
"And the winner is…"
Olivia raised her hand to block the blinding light in her face, hearing Casey squeal beside her. Two waiters approached her before she could understand what was happening. They helped her out of her seat and led her to the stage, walking her to the chair, it's back resting against the pole.
The song continued to play as Olivia saw Tony give Elliot a thumbs up, dressed again in his firefighter pants, standing beside the DJ. He had obviously planned this reunion, thinking James and Monica would enjoy it.
Olivia gulped as Elliot approached her. She wished she had worn stockings again, like she had the previous night, but alas she didn't plan for being on stage in front of 50 plus people.
Elliot locked eyes with her, the women behind him cheering loudly at the sight of his bare ass, covered by only the small strip of his black leather thong.
"What's your name beautiful?" Elliot asked as he brushed her hair behind her shoulder, trying to play to the audience.
"Uhhh, Mon-Monica," Olivia stuttered.
"You're so beautiful Monica, tell me are you an animal activist?" Elliot questioned her, the DJ had lowered the music so he could be heard by the crowd.
"I-ye-yes," Olivia was finding it hard to talk properly.
Elliot grinned, "That's good news, how do you feel about saving a horse, and riding this cowboy instead?"
The women cheered loudly as Olivia ducked her head shyly, trying not to laugh at the corniness of his routine. "I'd love to tame a stallion like you," she purred.
Olivia saw his eyes were a shade darker than normal, his pupils were dilated. She couldn't help letting her eyes roam down his body to his groin, not surprised to see the start of an impressive hard on. She bit her lip, she knew they were both struggling to stay in control.
Suddenly she was hit in the chest by two buttons as Elliot ripped his denim shirt open. He threw it into the crowd and turned back to her. "Spread your legs little lady," he demanded.
Olivia's jaw dropped, she had not expected her young inexperienced Detective to pull a move like that.
Aware that she was facing the audience but Elliot was blocking their view of her, she opened her legs, allowing him to move in between her knees.
Elliot began moving his body to the rhythm of the music, effectively giving her a lap dance on stage. Olivia groaned and dropped her head back as his hands smoothed up her thighs. He slid his body down against hers until he was kneeling between her legs.
Olivia gasped loudly as he placed kisses on her knees, massaging her hips in his grasp. He placed her hands on his head as he ducked his head under the hem of her dress. She jumped in her chair when she felt his nose brush against her satin covered clit.
"My God," she exclaimed when he licked her over her panties. The audience couldn't see what he was doing underneath her dress, as she heard Elliot mumble, "So wet."
Before Olivia knew what was happening Elliot stood up and pulled her from the chair, reversing their positions, he grabbed her under her ass and lifted her, taking a seat, with her in his lap, straddling his pelvis.
"Jesus Christ," Olivia muttered to him.
Elliot grinned, "Time to ride a cowboy," he declared loudly, thrusting his hips up. He placed her hands on his bare shoulders before moving his own to her waist. He ran them down her sides to her hips, settling on her firm ass.
Elliot moved her against him, Olivia wished she could hike up her dress, pull her panties aside, and grind against his gloriously hard erection.
They both moaned uncontrollably as they grinded and bucked against one another.
Olivia could feel his bulge bump against her clit every time he raised his hips. If he kept up his rhythm, she knew she would come, in front of a room filled with other people. Elliot buried his face in her cleavage, licking at the small sheen of sweat that was building up on her skin. He moved his head, nuzzling one of her breasts and applying pressure to her straining nipple.
"El please, I can't," Olivia moaned quietly in his ear.
"Fuck, Liv I'm gonna-" Elliot whispered.
Olivia cut him off, "Me too, need you to stop."
Elliot nodded as he massaged her ass, he suddenly stood and spun her around as the women around them cheered. He deposited Olivia back in the chair, and kissed her forehead before turning to the audience.
He stood at the edge of the stage and dropped to his knees, thrusting his body up and down to the music as women stuck money in his thong. Olivia was surprised and flushed when he raised to his feet and ripped off his assless chaps, leaving him in his cowboy hat and underwear.
The noise level went up and the music came to an end. Elliot strut back to her, taking her hand and kissing it before walking her to the stage stairs. She could feel the buildup of moisture between her thighs as she went back to her table, seeing Casey with her jaw dropped in shock.
The DJ's voice broke through the noise as she sat down, "Big thank you to Monica, who took our boy for his first ride."
Olivia had just taken a large mouthful of her drink, and promptly spat it out.
"Shit Liv," Casey exclaimed, as she thrust a few napkins towards her.
Olivia groaned, if only that DJ really knew the relationship between her and her subordinate.
"Are you okay?" Casey inquired, "Cause that was…are you okay?" she repeated.
Olivia nodded, patting her throat and lips dry, "Ye-yes, just wasn't expecting, well, that," she replied, pointing to the stage.
"You and me both, who knew little Stabler had it in him, boy is that gonna be awkward Monday morning," Casey looked back towards the stage, another dancer had taken over.
Olivia tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and ignoring the throbbing sensation between her legs. She glanced at her watch, it was almost time to go. She turned her attention to Casey, only to see her gazing at the bar where Tony was talking to the bartender.
Casey knocked back her drink, "Um I'm gonna get a refill you want one?" Casey asked her and before she could respond she got up and walked over to the bar.
Olivia raised a brow, her ADA definitely had a crush. She watched as the red head pretended she didn't see Tony until he approached her. She let them engage in conversation, but it was interrupted as the DJ announced the last dancer for the night. Olivia used the time remaining to dip into the bathroom, unsure how long they'd be waiting for a taxi. When she came out a lot of women had already begun leaving the club.
10 minutes later Olivia and Casey were waiting outside for a taxi, along with most of the other patrons. She hadn't seen Fin when they got outside. Olivia noticed a side door and a lot of the strippers, were pouring out of it, walking away into the night. She noted Elliot was hovering around, nodding towards the back of the building.
Olivia bit her lip, unsure how she'd be able to ditch Casey or make an excuse to stay longer.
As Olivia turned to Casey she noticed her friend wasn't focused on her either.
"I'm gonna do it," Casey stated, "Are you okay to get home alone?" she asked Olivia.
"Wait, what?" Olivia was confused.
Casey bobbed her head, "I just saw Tony walking on the other side of the road, I'm gonna go after him."
"Are you crazy?" Olivia gaped at her ADA.
"What, you don't approve of an older woman and younger man?" Casey scowled.
Olivia rolled her eyes, if only Casey knew the irony of asking her that question. "No Jennifer…" she made sure to use her alias, just in case anyone of the people around them were listening.
"Well then is it because you like Tony, because guess what I'm horny and he's worth going after," Casey claimed boldly.
Olivia sighed, "Go, but be safe, text me please."
"You too, let me know you got home safe okay? Wish me luck," Casey grinned as she took off in the direction they had seen Tony go.
Olivia glanced around, making sure Casey wasn't coming back, and went in search of her own younger man. She walked towards the back of the building, yelping uncharacteristically when a hand reached out and pulled her towards them, pining her against the hard cement wall.
"What took you so long?" Elliot asked as he gripped her cheek and claimed her mouth, not giving her a chance to respond.
Olivia moaned and grabbed him by the hips, pulling his groin into her core, she could feel his erection through their clothes.
Elliot broke the kiss, and tipped her head, before deepening it, tangling his tongue with hers.
He nipped at her bottom lip, and tugged on it, before releasing it with a pop. Olivia panted, "Didn't know how to ditch Casey, but she ended up ditching me instead, for Tony."
"Good," Elliot muttered, attaching his lips to her throat. "Do you have any idea how close I came to coming on that stage in front of all those people?"
Olivia moaned and reached into her purse, pulling out an item, she moved her hands until they were gripping his ass in a pair of jeans.
Elliot groaned as Olivia slid her hands into his back pockets, depositing the material, before giving his ass a firm squeeze.
"Hmmm, I think I liked those ass-less chaps better," Olivia purred as Elliot's head snapped up from where he had been sucking on her collarbone.
"What was that?" Elliot inquired, about the item now in his back pocket.
Olivia grinned mischievously, while rubbing his pecs.
Elliot reached into his back pocket, his fingers coming into contact with a silky satin material.
Elliot pulled the damp panties from his jeans, the thong dangling from his fingers.
He dropped his head to her forehead, "Jesus Christ."
Elliot stuffed the panties back into his pocket and grabbed Olivia by her cheeks. He crashed his lips against hers, sucking all the air from her body, his tongue swirled around hers.
They continued to make out against the back wall of the strip club, hands roaming, touching, squeezing each other's bodies.
Olivia could feel how hard he was through his jeans, with only her thin dress separating them, every thrust brought pleasure to her core.
Elliot ran his hands down her side, reaching around he grabbed her ass, rubbing and squeezing, he took a minute before lowering his hands to the hem of her dress. His fingers lingered along her smooth golden skin, before sneaking under her dress.
He slowly smoothed a hand between her thighs, itching to feel the warm wet folds that were waiting for him.
Elliot broke their kiss as his hand inched higher and higher. They were both panting, staring into each other's eyes, lips just an inch apart.
They let out simultaneously moans when his fingers made contact with her moist core.
Elliot grunted, "You're fucking soaked." He could feel her wetness on her inner thighs.
Elliot swiped a single finger along her slit from the top, before slipping it into her clenching tunnel.
Elliot huffed as Olivia's mouth dropped open in a breathy exhale.
"Let me stay over tonight," Elliot proposed, breathing the words into her open mouth.
"I-uh-um," Olivia stuttered as she felt him add another one of his thick fingers into her core.
Elliot nodded, his head knocking hers as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, her walls already clenching and baring down against him. "Please," he was practically begging.
Olivia moaned, thrusting her hips against Elliot's fingers, "You know what's going to happen if you come back to my place?"
Elliot could barely form a sentence, so distracted by the feel of her warm wet walls, "Ye-yes," he replied, he wanted to feel those walls pulsing around his dick.
Olivia closed her eyes as the pressure reached an all time high, "An-and are you re-ready for that? We've never talked about it."
"More than ready, want you, can't wait to feel this," Elliot gave a particularly hard thrust while palming her pussy in his hand, his palm rubbing against her clit, "Around my dick."
"Oh, ahhh, Elliot!" Olivia moaned, "Okay, just don't stop."
"Yeah?" Elliot hummed, as they breathed into each other's mouths.
"Oh God yes!" Olivia exclaimed, but her climax would have to wait as their moment was interrupted by the ringing of her cellphone.
They jumped apart at the sound, both cursing angrily.
Olivia watched as Elliot sucked his fingers into his mouth while she answered her phone, "Benson." She cleared her throat, knowing her voice sounded raspy.
"Olivia we got him!" Casey screamed into the phone.
"Wh-what? Got who?" Olivia asked as she clenched her legs together, feeling her juices along her inner thighs.
"The perp! We got him!" Casey exclaimed loudly.
Olivia felt like all the blood in her body was between her legs, leaving little for her brain to function, "Who's we?"
"Tony and I. As I went after him I noticed some guy following him and then bam! He whacked Tony over the head!" Casey recounted the situation to Olivia.
"Okay and what did you do?" Olivia asked cautiously, concerned her friend may have gotten hurt as well.
"I pulled out my mace and sprayed the mother fucker!" Casey told her proudly. "He dropped like a rock, screaming and withering on the sidewalk. Fortunately the blow didn't knock Tony out. I've called for backup."
Olivia nodded even though Casey couldn't see her. "Where are you now?"
Casey informed Olivia of where they were, Olivia promised she'd be there in a minute, before she hung up.
Olivia and Elliot stared at each other, "So I guess our plans are on hold?" Elliot was more than disappointed.
Olivia reached for him, cupping his jaw in her hand, "I'm sorry, duty calls."
Elliot shook his head, "It always does. Come on, let's go get this scumbag."
"El, I really am sorry, but maybe it's for the best, I mean, I don't want to rush this with you," Olivia swiped her thumb against his cheek.
Elliot sighed, "I know, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, I just…I want to be with you, in that way, so much. I want you to be my first, you're already my first for so many things."
Olivia hummed, "Does it bother you that you won't be my first?"
Elliot shook his head, and gave her a chaste kiss, he nuzzled his nose against hers, "I don't care I'm not your first, I just want to be your last."
Olivia jerked back, not expecting such a confession, she gave a shaky laugh, gulping loudly she said, "Let's go, we have to meet Casey."
Olivia started walking away, back towards the front of the club.
Elliot sighed and rubbed his forehead, before going after her. He realized in that moment that he would follow her anywhere. He knew how he felt about his Captain, but he wasn't sure what she felt for him.
A/N: Hope I did this justice and you're not disappointed if I didn't do your fantasy stripper. How is everyone liking the new season? I can't wait to catch up this week. I've got quite a few messages asking me to update Undercovers, I will try to do that next but I'm having some trouble with my pancreas and heart so bare with me. On a positive note I'm finally back on social media, same as my name on here for IG and Twitter.
