Dancing Undercover (closed)

[AlisonMarch]

Alison joined the Houston police force when she was 18, thinking she was going to make a difference. She spent the next five years on bullshit patrol duty, writing parking tickets and pushing bums off park benches. It was dull, and she clung to the hope that someday, she'd get the chance to do something that mattered. Most of the cops in the station hit on her as a matter of routine, and she did her best to laugh it off. Still, she knew they'd never respect her until she'd proved herself, and she'd never prove herself on patrol.

She was starting to think seriously about a new career. Maybe going to college and finding a job where she wouldn't be surrounded by pricks all the time. Then she got called in to talk to the chief. The force in Galveston was looking for a girl to go undercover. A local gang had suddenly started to expand, flooding the streets with cheap drugs, grabbing up territory. There had been a few skirmishes with other crews over turf, and the cops were afraid an all-out war was coming. They badly needed someone on the inside, but none of their narcs had been able to get anywhere near.

They operated out of a strip club, and the police had tried to get one of the girls to feed them information, but the dancers were too scared of their bosses to even think about it. The only way it would work was if they could get a cop inside. A cop from a different city. Ali had the body for it, and everyone knew she was looking for an opportunity.

She couldn't help thinking she was being played, but she needed to make a move. She got a little money and checked into a motel with weekly rates near the club, did a little shopping to get outfits sleazy enough for her new identity, bleached her hair and took a few dance classes. One day, a week or two after the meeting with the chief, "Ali March" went into the strip club, looking for a gig. She wore a pair of short shorts and a cute pink top, with a string bikini underneath in case they wanted to see more of her body. She was going deep undercover, her badge and gun in her locker at the station back home. Her only contact with the police would be a guy named Harrison, who she'd never seen before. She would relay whatever information she gathered to him. At least until she was able to dig up something good, her life would be that of a stripper.

 

[stockman35]

Jake Johnson was 27, a college graduate who never quite grew up enough to take the full time job. His latest job was being the DJ and floor manager at the OCEAN DELIGHT CLUB. It was a gentleman's club but in name only. Galveston was a town that was rebuilding after the huge storm of 2010 and a new group of businesses were flourishing. As an all-nude club in Texas it was really the wild west. There were several great perks. Jake could sleep until noon. He could wear his casual clothes. Most of all, he got to see great looking chicks--backstage.

It was Wednesday and he was in the club two hours early. Mid-week tends to be the older crowd--guys in their forties with money! Jake checked the roster and found that ten girls were scheduled only three were not "regs" meaning they had worked less than a month. He had a stack of CD's each label with the girl's songs programed. He laid the first four in order on the green cloth where they could be easily reached, starting with Mindy. He checked watch as the two other employees opened the bar area. He joined them, pouring a coffee for himself.