"You'd look hot in this." Jill handed Magita the leopard print thong. Already the police detective had purchased a short beige skirt and a low-cut brown silk blouse, as well as a doe-skin bag.
"Might as well," she thought.
"What?" Jill asked when she heard Magita laugh.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing," Magita replied. She had laughed because she had just imagined the look on her lieutenant's face when he saw the bill for reimbursement. Then she reminded herself to stop thinking about anything relating to the police department and stay in character before she did something stupid.
"Try everything on, Maggie," Jill pleaded with her big smile. Detective Sergeant Magita Pena thought shopping with the subject of her three month's undercover surveillance was a good way to get to know her outside the club she owned, but Jill Diamond's choice of fashions was embarrassing the detective.
"Good thing I didn't strap it on today," Magita thought as she looked in the mirror. There would have been no place to hide a gun in this outfit. For a moment she wondered if Jill was suspicious and if that was the reason for the revealing outfit. "No," Magita thought. "She stopped searching my purse weeks ago," she added, laughing to herself.
Magita looked in the mirror. A five foot ten woman with flowing brown hair and an outfit that made her look "like a hooker" looked back. "But a very high end one," Magita added, smiling.
She turned around and took another look. As revealing as the outfit was on her, her long strong legs quite well revealed as was the swell of her 38Cs, Magita found herself liking the look. She had never dressed like that before she began doing her undercover work at the Cat's Meow Gentleman's club -- and she was beginning to like the way she looked.
"I hope to god their not dealing in there tonight," she thought, beginning to feel naked without her .25 pistol she usually wore strapped to her thigh. For three months she had observed drug deals going down in the club, but still there was nothing connecting Jill Diamond to any heroin dealing -- and that was the prize, the owner of the club Jill.
"Come on slowpoke," Jill giggled from outside the dressing room. Magita pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.
"WOW!" Jill exclaimed, evoking a blush from Magita. Magita turned to change back into her jeans and sweater.
"Oh, no, Magita. Wear that. You look so good. Maybe you can help business tonight," Jill giggled. Then she giggled again and added, in a cute whisper, "let me see." Magita knew what Jill was referring to. She shrugged, looked to see if there was anyone else around, and lifted the front of the short, light-weight beige skirt, and showed Jill she was in fact wearing the leopard print thong.
"Oh damn!" Jill giggled again. "I better not let you in the club, no one will be looking at the girls!'
Magita was surprised to feel herself blush.
Magita did not really want to leave her car at the mall, but Jill insisted. And the mall was well lighted. Magita put her clothes in the back seat, moved the items from her purse to the doeskin bag, and climbed on the back of Jill's Harley.
Fifteen minutes later the pair was back at the Cat's Meow. Magita took her usual place at the bar, nursing the first of the only two drinks she would have that night. It had taken weeks for Magita to gain Jill's confidence, and now Jill looked at Magita as a friend and not as a bartender-wannabe she had been unable to hire. Jill enjoyed having someone she could talk to during breaks from counting receipts, ordering alcohol, dealing with cranky dancers, and other club owner duties. Magita in turned was glad she was welcome to sit around and watch for drug dealing. It was a stroke of luck she thought.
Except that Jill knew Magita was a cop.
"How you doing tonight, Maggie?" the bar manager asked with a big smile.
"I'm good, Brian. You?" she replied. This was another bonus. She found the bar manager very easy to talk to and very open about things going on in the club.
"So when are you going to take a turn?" he teased. Magita laughed. Ever since she first met Brian he had always asked her when she was going to try her hand at dancing. She turned and watched the two women halfway through their sensual dance -- and the dozen or so men holding out dollar bills for them. Unlike a lot of gentlemen's clubs, the Cat's Meow was an old school club. It did not have private back rooms for $200 lap dances and would not hit their customers up for $500 bottles of champagne. The girls made out well with their tips, the bar was always moving trays of drinks, the club's steaks sold out every night, and everyone was happy. "And," as Jill had explained Magita's first night there "we don't have to worry about some asshole cop trying to set us up."
It was the little something in the top right corner of Magita's eyes at the comment that had Jill knowing she was a cop from the very beginning of her undercover role. It was for that reason Jill never conducted business at the club -- that and because she was not stupid enough to deal in the club period.
Unaware she had been made for a cop long before, Magita declined Jill's offer to dance any shifts she wanted and smiled as she always did at Brian's teasing question.
"I'd give you a grand myself," he smiled, completely serious.
Magita blushed and took the vodka and tonic Brian held out for her. It was her drink of choice -- she could water it down and anyone looking would think she had been drinking all night.
It also gave her something to look at when strangers would approach her at the bar. All the regulars knew she was a friend of Jill's and "hands-off".
Just after eight the lights dimmed as they always did. After eight the drinks poured more quickly, and the singles turned to $5s and $10s. The music changed as well, now having a live DJ. The Cat's Meow was getting crowded and everyone was having a good time.
"On me," Jill smiled, joining Magita at the bar.
"When are you ever going to let me buy?" Magita laughed. It was not yet time for her second drink, but because Jill sat down Magita let Brian pour her one.
"When you get your pretty ass up there for me," Jill laughed back, pointing to the stage. "They'd give you $50s" Jill said honestly. She knew with her long legs and large chest Magita would be a hit as a dancer.
"Thanks," she smiled when Brian handed her the drink. She did not notice the little wink he gave Jill.
Magita had been nibbling on the fried jalapenos that were a favorite in the club and did not notice how much stronger this drink was. She found herself blushing frequently as Jill and Brian took turns telling her hot good she looked tonight.
"You should see what she has on under it," Jill teased Brian.
"Jill!" Magita exclaimed, suddenly embarrassed.
"Oh come on, Maggie," Jill exclaimed. "You know he's got a thing for you," she added in a whisper.
Magita had sensed Brian was attracted to her, but he had not made any moves which was quite fine with her. She had moved out when she separated from her husband and the last thing she needed was to complicate the coming divorce proceeding. That -- and the fact she might have to bust the bar manager one of these days -- kept her from letting things go beyond the flirting stage.
"Yeah," Magita replied. "Me...and all of them," she added pointing to the stage and laughing.
'True," Jill nodded. Then she turned to Brian. "So how many of my girls have you soiled this week, stud?"
Brian laughed while Magita blushed. He never dated the dancers and Jill knew it.
"OK, so what else?" Jill asked, referring to their conversation from the previous Saturday when Magita was last in the club.
"Well," the detective replied, happy for the segue. "About the only other idea I have is maybe selling t-shirts."
