Ahem.  Kathleen Hillcrest

CATEGORY: Pure and simple fun.
RATING:PG-13
WARNINGS:Adult situations.
DISCLAIMER:I don’t own them.  I’m not making any money, blah, blah, blah; yackety-smackety…I’m just having fun.  And I really did have fun!
COMMENTS:Okay, first things first.  This is all Dara’s fault.  Really.  ::mutters to self “Kittens in trees and all...”::  Then she dared me to post it...Now I don’t think there’s anything in here that you can’t see on the WB network, so if anyone gets offended, Sorry!  Well, then, I have to blame MaryAnn too.  I mean, she’s the one that posted that challenge to the fic list in the first place.  This doesn’t exactly qualify, but...oh well.  If you haven't read FWIW, then you’ll probably be lost with the characters.  This doesn’t really fit in with the rest of the story; I just had to write this little snippet.  So, throw it in wherever you want...and you’ll have to work out the details of why they’re undercover doing this sort of thing for yourself.  I just threw this together one morning and didn’t want to get into doing a whole big story.  Oh yeah, might as well blame my other faithful beta-reader Mary (::throws her a Milk Bone::)  for the copy of Damien’s Seed which really helps the ol' imagination!  Now, this HASN’T been beta-read, so be warned!  And while I’m at it, I might as well blame Callie who said she wanted to see it.  Although I don’t specifically mention the army uniform, use your imagination!
 

     “Come on, you guys!  We’re going to be late!” Kim cried to the other women as she waited in her car.  She pounded on her dash impatiently.  “Chop, chop!  Let’s go!”
       “Okay, okay,” Amy said with a sigh as she slid into the seat next to her.  Rounding out the foursome, Tawana and Kelly seated themselves in the back.  “Where are we going again?” Amy asked as the car sped off.
        “Groundlevel,” Kim replied, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her.  “It’s a club downtown.”
        “And WHY are we going there?” Kelly asked from behind the driver.
        Kim sighed impatiently.  “Trent and Carlos are working undercover there and I have to get them this information on a new lead I found out!” she explained.
        “So, why do you need us to go along?” Amy asked, confused.
        “Oh!  Come on, you guys!  I’m not going in there by myself!” Kim exclaimed.  For a brief second, she looked a little worried that her friends would back out on her.
        “Is it that bad?” Tawana asked skeptically, before either of the other two had a chance, though they were wondering the same thing.
        “Well…er…uh…it’s not THAT bad…” Kim stammered, shooting her passengers an uncertain look.  She pulled into a parking lot crowded with every make, model, and color of car imaginable and squeezed her convertible in at the far end next to a patch of grass.
        “Um, Kim?  I don’t think this is REALLY a parking spot,” Kelly laughed at her when she got out of the vehicle.
        “It’ll do,” Kim replied with a wave of her hand.  She was already scurrying across the stretch of pavement to the nightclub’s door.  She turned around to the other three women following leisurely behind.  “Come on!”
        They rolled their eyes at her, but picked up their pace just the same.  After paying the cover charge at the door, the four ladies entered the club and began to search for a place to sit.  The room was packed with women and there was some sort of stage set up at one end.
        Amy smacked Kim’s arm to gain her attention as the office manager was busy perusing the tables.  “What is this?  A gay bar?” she whispered in her ear.
        “Shh!!!” Kim held up a finger in front of her mouth.  “No!  Come on!  There’s a spot!” she said, grabbing the engineer’s arm and pulling her toward a table some other women had just vacated.
        The four attractive young women sat down and ordered some drinks from the waitress who appeared just after they had seated themselves.  After the waitress left with their order, the lights were dimmed and the music suddenly became very loud.  Screams from the surrounding tables filled the air as an announcer came on the loudspeaker.
        Unable to hear what was being said over all the noise, Amy looked around at the crowd curiously, wondering what all the excitement was about.  She tapped Kim’s arm to get her attention and had to yell to be heard.  “I thought we were supposed to find Trent and Carlos?”
        “We will!” Kim assured her, yelling back.  “In a minute!” she patted her arm, telling her to be patient.
        The waitress returned with their drinks as the music got even louder, then the lights flashed and several men paraded onto the stage area.
        “Woo!” Tawana screamed in delight, clapping her hands in the air.
        “Oh, you guys have GOT to be kidding me!” Amy exclaimed as she realized what was about to happen.  As one by one the men started a suggestive dance, removing articles of clothing, Amy covered her eyes and shook her head.  “I can’t believe you guys brought me here!”
        “Come on, Yma!  Just enjoy the show!” Tawana urged, nudging the engineer with her elbow though her eyes didn’t leave the scene unfolding before her.
        Peaking through her spread fingers, Amy glanced up.  “Oh…my God,” she groaned, closing her eyes and bowing her head down again as one of the men tore off his pants to reveal only a brightly colored thong beneath.  She was immensely grateful for the darkness which hid the rush of color burning her cheeks.
        One by one, the harem of young, virile men stripped to their skivvies and danced and gyrated their way through the tables into the crowd.  Feral women boldly stuffed bills down their tiny garments.  Other women waved their dollars in the air, drawing the men to their tables like bees to honey.
        Amy glanced up intermittently, trying not to look at the undressed men too much.  She couldn’t help but laugh at the savage manner in which these crazy women were behaving, though.  And her own tablemates were among them!  Both Tawana and Kim had bills held aloft in their hands and Kelly was digging frantically through her wallet.
        “Come on, Am!  Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a half-naked man before!” Kelly smiled up at her.
        “They’re more than half-naked, and yes I have!  I’ve never had any dance in my face like that before, though,” she exclaimed.
        “Over here!” Kim yelled excitedly, jumping up out of her seat, as the brunette engineer laughed at her partner.
        Two men drew nearer to their table and Amy couldn’t bring herself to look them in the face, so she hid her eyes back behind her outspread hand.
        “Yma!  Look!”
        She felt Tawana’s hand on her arm, shaking her gently, so Amy lifted her head uncertainly and peaked in the direction that her friend indicated.  With a startled gasp, she leaned back toward Tawana, her eyes opening wide, when she found herself face to face, or rather face to back, with a man’s bare bottom.  Then she detected the one tiny little scrap of material snaking it’s way up the middle and Amy felt a little bit of relief.  When he didn’t move right away, she had a chance to peruse it thoroughly.  ‘Not bad,’ Amy thought, tilting her head to either side.
        “Touch him!” Tawana whispered loudly in her ear.
     “WHAT?!” she gasped, looking at her friend in shock.
        “Touch him!” T urged her again, nudging her arm forward.
        “NO WAY!” she whispered back furtively, drawing her hands back against her chest.  Then she gaped, stunned, as a woman at the next table reached over and ran her hand sensuously over the man’s exposed buttocks then slid a bill underneath the side string.
        “See?” Tawana said, nudging her arm again.
        Tentatively Amy held a finger out, but withdrew it before she made contact with the bare flesh.  Shaking her head, her eyes slowly traveled upward, noting the well-defined muscles in his back.  Something on his left arm caught her eye and she glanced quickly at the back of the man’s head.  He seemed all too familiar and she leaned forward on the table to get a better look.  Her mouth hung open in a dumbfounded stupor when she recognized who it was.
        “TRENT?”
        The blonde man turned around, doing a double take when he saw the engineer seated behind him.  “Amy!”
        “What are YOU doing here?” they asked each other simultaneously in astonishment.
        “ME?” the engineer cried.  “Look at you!” she said defensively, her eyes inadvertently roaming down his torso.  “Woo…better not,” she shook her head quickly and covered her face again.  It was getting hot in there; very, very hot.
        Trent leaned over to speak in her ear so that she could hear him over the music and the crowd.  “I’m under cover!” he yelled.
        From above her fingers, Amy looked up into a pair of rich blue eyes, so intense and sultry that for a moment she couldn’t speak.  Finally, she found her voice.  “You’re not under much, are you?” she yelled back.
        “YO!!  Over here, Blondie!” a brassy haired woman at the next table yelled.  “Why’s she get a private dance, huh?”
        Trent and Amy both looked over in the woman’s direction.  Her face layered deeply with obnoxiously bright shades of makeup, and wearing a dress obviously two sizes too small for her large frame, she was standing with her hands on her ample hips, a wad of bills in both hands.
        “I’ve gotta go,” Trent muttered in Amy’s ear, keeping his eyes trained on the customer as Amy tried not to laugh.

        Then Amy watched, amazed, as Trent strutted and pranced to the next table, allowing the questionable women over there to stuff their money in his thong.  Her jaw almost hit the floor, though, when she saw him smile seductively at them as they ran their hands over his body.
        Kim leaned across the table toward the engineer when she saw the expression on her face.  “He’s undercover, Amy.  He has to play the part,” she yelled at her friend.
        Amy looked at Kim, then back at Trent cavorting his way through the crowd, then wordlessly lifted her drink, and drained her glass.  Looking toward the bar, she motioned to the waitress for another.  For a moment, she considered leaving.  She’d seen enough and she could call a cab if the others weren’t ready to go.  As another drink was placed in front of her, Amy looked over at Tawana and Kelly.  They seemed to be having a good time.  She thought about it some more, sucking down her second drink, and the alcohol she’d consumed began to affect her brain.  Well…why not?  She could have a good time too.  “Give me one of those, T,” she said, wiggling her fingers.
        The DSS employee grinned mischievously.  “You gonna get Trent to come back?” she asked, handing her friend a dollar bill.
        “He-ell NO,” Amy said as she stood up.  She swayed slightly as the blood rushed to her feet from rising suddenly.  Putting her thumb and forefinger to her mouth she whistled sharply.  With a lascivious grin, she motioned to a tall, well-built, dark haired man she’d never seen before.