Jennie g!p
she wouldn’t be receiving texts or calls when she was around people who might see or overhear, and were not supposed to. Jennie hoped that Lisa would be able to keep her cool and not give any indication that they knew each other, then immediately chastised herself for the thought. Of course Lisa would do just fine.
Jennie entered the club, and from what she could see, it was fairly typical. The music was loud, women were stripping and dancing on the stages, twirling around poles, gyrating on laps. Jennie spotted a hallway to the back, which lead to private rooms. They knew this from the recon they had done before Lisa went undercover. The place was mostly dark, with thoughtfully placed lights illuminating the women and shrouding the patrons in darkness. There was a sense of promise in the air, and Jennie had to admit that this place was doing a pretty good job of appearing more sophisticated than it really was.
Jennie didn’t want to seem too obvious by going straight to the bar and ignoring the semi naked women on her way there, so she looked around and spotted a dancer who seemed to be close to the end of her dance. Jennie made her way over, feigning interest in the woman who was undulating on her knees in front of her, running her hands all over her own body. While she wasn’t Jennie’s type, Jennie couldn’t deny the pang of arousal that hit her. After all, she was only a human being - a human being very attracted to women, at that. The real Jennie would have smiled and given the woman a nice tip, but this was rich Jennie, so she quirked an eyebrow and schooled her face to look thoroughly unimpressed. She left, ignoring the pouty look on the dancer’s face, acting as if she were bored and then made her way to the bar.
Her eyes found Lisa right away, and her breath hitched in her throat. She had to suppress a groan. Rationally, she’d known that Lisa wouldn’t be wearing much, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for the actual visual. Lisa was wearing a dark navy blue bra that gave a tantalizing push to her tits. Her skin was glowing, her hair in a slightly messy pony tail - just enough to be suggestive. Jennie had to stop herself from drooling over Lisa’s tits, and the slope of her waist. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes, and Jennie couldn’t stop her eyes from following her endless legs. The comfortable converse shoes perfected the image of a young girl, either in college or fresh out, trying to make some money. Lisa was smiling at the man she was serving, laughed at whatever he was saying, before turning around and walking over to the bar. Jennie delighted in the sway of Lisa’s hips, the swell of that gorgeous ass.
Without expressly intending to, Jennie had perfectly set up the stage for the next step of her plan, her fascination with Lisa written all over her face. Lisa turned back around at the bar, looked up, and spotted Jennie. To Jennie’s pride, she didn’t show any indication that she knew the classy woman who had just walked in. Jennie sat down at the nearest table, providing Lisa with the opportunity to approach her. Lisa served the guy his drink and threw him a wink before moving on. Lisa had always been good at flirting, and it definitely came in handy now.
Lisa made her way over to Jennie and gave her the same practized smile she gave the other customers. “Hi, gorgeous. What can I get you tonight?” She cocked her head, giving Jennie an encouraging smile.
Jennie licked her lips, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. “I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.” Her voice was hoarse, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Gotchu,” Lisa said cheerily. She returned a few moments later, holding Jennie’s drink of choice. As she set it down on the table, she made sure to lean in a bit more than was strictly necessary, giving Jennie an eyeful. Jennie could have sworn Lisa was having fun with this, if the twinkle in her eyes was anything to go by.
“Do you want to open a tab or pay as you go?” Lisa asked, lifting her arms to tighten her ponytail a little.
Jennie was completely distracted by the way Lisa’s tits lifted. Holy buddha, Jennie thought to herself. She could feel her pants getting tight, her body reacting outside of her control. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew it was wrong to lust after her friend like this while she was undercover and just doing her job, even if she’d always been attracted to said friend. But Lisa was so close to her, and she looked so goddamn sexy, that it completely threw Jennie off. She wasn’t usually this affected by a scantily clad woman, and she often prided herself on her ability to keep cool. But clearly, with Lisa, all bets were off.
