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“Incognito”
by doggettfann
Disclaimer:
Characters belong to CBS.
Summary:
Strip club hijinks, G/S UST
In
response to an Unbound challenge.

"Bowchicawowwow!"
she yelled. Sofia stood in a neon pink
bikini tucking dollar bills into the black sequined garter on Sara’s long
thigh. Sara stood on the stage, holding to the brass pole for dear life. "Bowchicawowwow!
" Sofia yelled again. This was
supposed to be the signal word for Greg to come from the back of the strip club
and get closer to the suspect. Sara kept dancing, shaking her thonged butt in Sofia’s face.
Damn, I must really
wanna get this jerk, Sara thought to herself as a hip-hop song played loudly over the
speakers of the dimly lit bar. She had her eyes on the suspect. She knew
Grissom would be furious at her. She knew he’d preach at her for going in on
this case, beyond her duty as a CSI, off the clock, dragging Sofia and Greg in
on it. But she had to do it. She had to catch this criminal and make him pay
for what he had done.
Greg
was on the cell phone when he heard his secret calling from Sophia’s lips.
“Nick,
just get here as fast as you can,” Greg ordered before rushing to the stage. He
threw a dollar on the stage and leaned into Sara who was now on her knees. She
crawled over to Greg and pressed her chest into his face.
He
whispered into her ear “Nick’s on the way. Don’t get mad but we need him here.
He promised to come without question.”
Sara
backed away and nodded.
Sara
left the stage at the end of her song with a handful of cash and her beautiful
smile. She rushed over to Sofia, who was not normally Sara’s friend but they
had a common interest: catching this serial killer before Grissom found out.
Sara knew that once she caught him, Grissom would be proud of her, giving her
that smile of approval, the one that turned her on. But if he found out
beforehand, he’d be his grumpy self. She’d seen far too much of that lately.
“Sofia,” she said.
“Diamond,”
Sofia corrected her, reminding her of the stage name.
“Diamond,”
Sara corrected, “this is crap. I am no stripper. The moves that Catherine
showed us are not working. I can’t do that stuff.”
“These
men don’t know that Candy,” Sofia said using Sara’s stage
name. “They are happy
enough to see a girl who’ll flash some tits. Now, our plan is working. Isn’t
that what you wanted?”
“Yes,”
Sara said, focusing back on her mission. She knew that just as much as Grissom
would camp out to watch a pig decompose for an insect timeline experiment to
catch a killer, she knew that she could continue on flashing her boobs to
strange men to catch this killer. The evidence had failed her. Grissom said to
let it go. But Sara couldn’t. Even though it wasn’t even her case. Even though
Catherine, Warrick, and Grissom had worked it, when she heard about it, it hurt
her. She brushed her fingers through the
long, blonde wig, batted her fake eyelashes, and took Sofia’s hand.
Sofia wore her short red wig
well. Her lips were lined in scarlet and filled in with a glossy pink. Both
women wore a ton of glitter and very skinny thong bikinis. Sofia placed a kiss on Sara’s
cheek. That caught the eye of the suspect, Mr. Seville.
Nick
entered the bar wearing a business suit and a handful of golden rings. He looked
like a real money man.
“You
look good in a suit, Greg,” Nick nodded with a tickled smile.
“Likewise.
Now, sit down.” Nick could tell that
Greg was nervous.
“You
only did this because Sara asked you, too. What is it, man? What’s going on?”
“Okay,”
Greg explained. “Long story short. Sara wanted to get that serial killer, the
one Griss was working on but couldn’t get. She says she knows he’s guilty and
wants to test him. Without cops around, just to nail him.”
“The
one who was accused of killing the strippers?”
“Yeah,”
Greg nodded. “He goes in to a club, pays
two girls for sex, usually a blonde and a redhead. Then he gets them to a hotel
and chops them up. And he gets away with it. The cops drop it after they find
no prints. But the club video tape sees him leaving with the girls on some of
the cases. But that doesn’t prove he kills them.”
“So,
where are Sara and Sofia?” Nick asks, looking around the room.
“Oh,
that’s them, doing a two-girl lap dance on the suspect, Mr. Seville.”
“So,
let me get this straight,” Nick said with a wide smile after seeing Sara and
Sofia topless with cheap wigs on their heads and stilettos on their feet.
“Sara dragged Sofia in on this.”
“They
got Catherine to show them the moves, although they gave her a bullshit story
on why they wanted to know. Sofia was the only other
person Sara knew that might help. And of course, yours truly.”
“Boss
is gonna kill us if we do this,” Nick said, shaking his head.
“Grissom
can’t know. I think Sara is right on this one. If not, there’s no harm in
testing the guy.”
Sara
and Sofia had put their bikini tops back on and approached Nick and Greg.
“I’m
Diamond,” Sofia said, taking Nick’s hand.
“And
I’m Candy,” Sara followed, extending her hand to Greg.
“And
I’m Hugh Hefner,” Nick chuckled, trying to compose himself.
“Act
cool,” Sara mumbled, glaring at Nick.
The
smirk fell from his face.
“He
wants to do a two girl show in his hotel, two thousand cash. He’s a high
roller. But he says no pimps involved. He wants us alone, unaccounted for,” Sofia spurted.
“What
if he kills you? This isn’t safe,” Nick added.
“Yeah,
I mean, we should have back up,” Greg agreed.
“You
two are backup,” Sara smiled.
“I
have a gun in my purse,” Sofia said. “I can arrest him
if he tries anything.”
“Anything
like what, murder? This is crazy,” Nick huffed.
“We
need to get back over to him,” Sara said. “Just follow us and keep your cell
phone on.”
She
took Sofia’s hand and walked away.
“This
isn’t good,” Nick mumbled.
It
was soon Sofia’s turn to dance. The DJ announced
DIAMOND on to the stage and she began to strip to a Metallica
song. In effort to keep Mr. Seville turned on, she motioned
for Sara to come up on stage. Sara followed her lead and lay on the stage floor.
Sofia licked her inner thigh and the man began to
shell twenty dollar bills onto the girls’ skin.
Through
the fog machine’s blast, Sara saw a familiar figure. When the cloud of illusion
had cleared, her reality sat in. Gil Grissom sat across from her, eye level,
her legs spread. She could make out his glasses, his beard. Yes, it was
Grissom. Yet, he didn’t quite recognize her.
He
looked harder because the blonde on the floor in the black thong looked
familiar to him. So did the redhead between her thighs. Under the pile of cash
and fog and sequins…Was that Sara? he thought to himself. Damn, he had come here to get her off
his mind, not remind himself of her. Yet, there was a familiarity about this
dancer.
Sara
turned away quickly. Shit!, she thought. This couldn’t be real.
"Bowchicawowwow!"
she yelled, hoping Greg would come fast.
“What
the hell?” Nick asked, staring with a shit eating grin.
“That’s our
secret code…oh…shit…is that Grissom?” Greg asked, recognizing the man who was
tossing dollars onto the stage.
“Oh, hell
no,” Nick gasped. “It is, it’s Boss.”
Sara exited
the stage and ran to the dressing room. She phoned Greg.
“Grissom’s
here but I don’t think he knows. He
doesn’t look mad,” she panted out of breath.
“Well, I’ll
go up to him. I’ll just act like I took
Nicky out on the town,” Greg said, thinking quickly.
Greg
approached the graying man who sat at the looking at the new dancer who just
took the stage.
“Hey,
Grissom. What are you doing here?” Greg
nervously chattered.
“Celebrating,”
Grissom said. The roller coaster I like was closed for repair. So, I’m finding diversion a different way.”
“What?”
Nick asked, taking a seat on one side of Grissom. Greg sat on the other side.
“The serial
killer was caught about an hour ago. It seemed he would follow men who got two
girl shows from dancers. Once the man left the room, he’d come in and offer the
girls more money to stay longer. He said he was the first guy’s friend. Then,
he’d hack them up.”
“Are you
sure that Mr. Seville wasn’t in on it?” Nick panicked.
“Positive.
Hey isn’t that Mr. Seville right there?” Grissom said, eyeing the man across
the stage.
“Um, yeah.
I think so,”Nick nodded.
“Could be,”
Greg said.
“That’s
odd,” Grissom noted. “Hey, where’s that blonde that was up there? The
long-legged one? She was hot.”
“Her name is
Candy. You should get a lap dance from
her,” Greg smiled, winking at Nick.
“Yeah,
Boss. Do it, I’m buying,” Nick laughed.
“Okay. You don’t have to ask me twice,” Grissom
agreed.
He spotted
her through the fog and the lights. She stood in front of the dressing room
door and walked slowly toward him. Her high heels made the tall girl look even
taller, like an Amazon queen. She held her purse close to her, nervous, hoping
he wouldn’t recognize her. She knew what she had to do. She had to give him a
lap dance, just to fulfill her fantasy before she took off with Mr. Seville.
This might be her only chance to get that personal with Gil Grissom. After all, he was on a stand still with her
personally. If he couldn’t loosen up wit her, maybe he’d do it with Candy. Sara
would take what she could get.
Greg
grabbed her by her skinny arm and pulled her to the side. “Where’s Sofia?” he stammered.
“It’s
Diamond, Mister,” Sara played off Greg’s attempt at blowing her cover.
“It doesn’t
matter now, he’s not the guy,” Greg said before explaining Sara’s misjudgment
of Mr. Seville.
“You’ve got
to be kidding me. I am sure that he’s a
jerk!”
“A jerk
maybe, but a killer. Not this guy,” Greg explained.
“Now, I’ll
tell Sofia and you need to give Grissom a lap dance before you tell the manager
that you quit.”
“What?” she
gasped.
“Excuse me,
Grissom interrupted. “Would you give me
a lap dance?”
“Um…yeah.
It’s thirty dollars,” was all Sara could utter. He chose her! Out of all of the
strippers, he approached her. Maybe I
should die my hair blonde, she thought to herself, ever analyzing why he
was so inhibited around her. Deep down she knew it was far deeper that hair
color with Grissom.
She
nervously led the man to the dimly lit area where dozens of sofas lined the
walls. Several strippers had men seated on the couches while they rubbed their
half naked bodies on the men.
Grissom
took a seat in the center of the sofa, like an old pro. Sara, however, was new
to this. “Your voice sounds familiar. You are familiar to me. You remind me
of…Sara? Is that you?” Grissom said, taking off his glasses.
“No, no, my
name is Candy,” she said in a much higher pitch than normal. She even added a
Spanish flavor to her voice and looked away from him.
The fact
that he was not quite sure if it was really her, made his thickness grow harder
in his pants.
She moved
to the rhythm of the song that was playing. The sound of Don’t Stand So Close To Me hit too close to home for both of them.
The blue contacts in her eyes confused him, but still, everything about her was
Sara. He closed his eyes for a moment and saw those brown lookers. He smiled, unconsciously
before reopening his eyes. Her bare breasts rubbed over his nose as she slid
down him, her knees gently hitting the floor, her head now in his lap, her chin
teasing his stiffness.
The
warmness of her erect nipple that trailed down the scruff of his beard had sent
shivers over his body, yet the head in the lap, her chin moving over his cockhead was a bit much.
“Damn,” he
moaned.
“You like
that?” The sing-song in her voice puzzled him even more.
She
straddled him and grinded on his crotch. Her fingers ran through his beard. How
many times had she dreamed of doing that? How many fantasies was she making a
reality? She grew wet between her thighs. Grissom could smell her scent. His
member was ready to come out.
The song
ended quickly. “Do you want another one?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah,”
he said.
She watched
Mr. Seville leave the door with two other dancers. She sure hoped Grissom was
right. That the evidence was right.
She saw
Nick across the room, he broke her stare. She was still sat straddled on
Grissom’s hard rod. She lost her character and smiled shyly from a moment of
embarrassment that Nick and Greg had been watching the whole thing.
“Wait….smile. Smile for me,” he insisted, noticing the gap
in her smile.
She smiled,
showing no teeth. Blonde hair, blue eyes, sing-song voice, gap in her teeth. He
was confused but in an instant, the investigator in Gilbert Grissom figured it
out. It was because she had concealed her gap with a closed mouth smile and
that look in her eyes, blue or brown regardless, that he KNEW. He knew it was
Sara. It all hit him at once, the way cases do…hit him at once why Nick and
Greg was there…why Mr. Seville had been there…why the redhead looked like Sofia and the blonde looked like Sara. He
wanted to spank her for going against his direct order to let it go. But
instead, he got another lap dance. KNOWING it was her. He got several more,
feeling her ass grinding in his lap. Knowing that she didn’t know that he knew,
or did she? It was always cat and mouse with them, why not this way as well?
“What do
your panties say?” he asked, his cock aching from the mind game.
Not wanting
to talk to him, afraid he’d recognize her voice, or did he already know it was
her? The mirrors and lights might not have hid her attempt at being incognito.
She stood
in his face as he read out loud “Don’t touch what you can’t afford!”

The next
night was back to the same old same old on the midnight shift. Sara and Grissom were
working a robbery at an all night jewelry store. He was bagging evidence, his
gloves on, his serious look. He glanced up at her, visions of the day before
dancing in his mind.
“Sara,” he
said, breaking the silence.
“Do you
have a tattoo on your ankle?”
She looked
up to see the man that fueled her desire. Just the day before she had ridden
his erectness in the heat of the moment, fooling him, or did she? She, the
investigator, figured out that HE had figured it out. So, she thought she’d
play with him.
“Yep.”
“Oh.” He
looked back to the diamonds. “Wow. This stuff is worth a fortune.” He continued
to bag the scattered jewels, hoping for a trace of evidence that someone left
behind.
“I really
wouldn’t mess up this stuff. You know what they say, “she said, showing her
cute gapped teeth. “Don’t touch what you
can’t afford!”
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