Working undercover, nothing is ever as it seems… 
Assigned the unenviable task of taking down the untouchable Travino crime family, undercover ATF Agent Kate Benson and her veteran partner Mike Pennington are thrown into the seedy underworld of organized crime.
Kate is asked to draw on her past experience as a dancer and infiltrate one of Travino’s skin clubs, In the Flesh.
Posing as Vivienne, Kate meets exotic dancer Carly. From the moment they first dance together, she can’t seem to keep her mind or her greedy hands off the dynamic dancer. Together they sizzle on stage and off. She soon realizes she’s falling for Carly but knows from past experience that beginning a relationship built on half-truths is a recipe for failure.
As Kate attempts to straddle the line between doing her job and being as honest as she can be with Carly, while still maintaining her cover, Kate and Mike are caught snooping around the club after hours by none other than the mob boss himself.
And Kate knows there’s not a two-step in the world that can save them now.
Excerpt:
The bar was suddenly overwhelmed. Kate stayed to help Mike, along with several other bartenders.
“Who’s next?” she called.
“A shot of Blue Label, please.” Kate looked up at the handsome, well-dressed newcomer.
“Straight up?” She grabbed a square tumbler.
He smiled. “No other way to drink it.”
“I don’t get many orders for that.” She reached for the bottle.
“Let me guess. I’m the first,” he said, as she faced him. A deep dimple appeared in his right cheek.
“You are.”
“That’s because I stocked the bar myself.”
Kate smiled. “You must be Mr. Travino.”
The surveillance photos didn’t do him justice.
His grin widened, showing perfect white teeth. “You got it.” She set the drink in front of him. “And you’re Viv.” His gaze flicked from her name tag.
“In the flesh,” she replied cheekily, with a wink.
He chuckled. “Call me Tavis.”
“Rockin’ crowd tonight, Tavis.”
“It’s always like this when Carly’s in-house.”
“So I hear.”
He cocked his head. “You sound dubious.”
“I’ll reserve my opinion. The way everyone talks her up, she should be principal dancer for the New York Ballet.”
“Fair enough. But she’s gonna blow you away. And, I agree, she should be head of some lucrative dance company.”
“So why isn’t she?”
“Same reason you’re waiting tables in a strip club, I imagine.”
“True enough.”
“Viv!” Mike barked.
“Sorry, Mac,” she called over the noise. “Duty calls. It was a pleasure to meet you, Tavis.”
“The pleasure was all mine. Catch up with you later, gorgeous.”
“Looking forward to it, handsome.”
The staff kept up with the orders and the first few acts took the stage, priming the crowd. Much later, when the bar rush calmed, Kate started serving tables. She fended off several patrons, until one grabbed her bum.
Before she even had a chance to give the miscreant a piece of her mind, he was seized by security, accompanied by Tavis.
“Toss him out.”
“Come on, Travino. Ya can’t put these luscious babes in here and not expect the odd grope.”
The bouncer pushed him toward the exit.
“You know the rules. Don’t touch my staff.” Tavis rounded on Kate. “No matter how luscious they are. You okay?”
“I’m fine. I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can, but in here we watch each other’s backs. You’re part of the family now, Viv.”
The family? She had to stifle a shudder. Being a Travino went against everything she’d sworn to uphold.
“Besides, Carly would kick my ass if her girls were mistreated.”
“I’m hardly one of Carly’s girls. And you make it sound like she runs the place.”
“She does. I put up the money and she does the rest. Enjoy the show.” He gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze before leaving.
The lights lowered and the next act took the stage.
As she strolled along, Kate picked up empties while listening for any useful info. There didn’t seem to be any shoptalk tonight. It was all about Carly.
With the audience trained on the act, and the bar, for the time being, manageable, Mike made his way over. “What was that all about?”
“One of the regulars got handsy. Tavis had security throw him out.”
Mike snorted. “It’s a wonder you didn’t break his arm.”
“Right? I think I showed great restraint.”
“You’re doing well. But this is going way slower than I’d hoped.”
Several of the men around them hollered raucously as another one of the girls took the stage. “Shake it, Jasmine!”
“Apparently, her name is Jasmine.” Mike chuckled.
Jasmine wasn’t the best dancer. She was off-beat and slightly inebriated by the way she kept losing her balance every time she tried to spin. Halfway through the song, she ripped open her top.
“Look, Mike, she’s your type. She has nice big…eyes,” Kate joked, fluttering her lashes.
“Her tits ain’t bad, either,” he answered, deadpan.
“I’ve seen better.”
“Come on…nothin’? Not even a tingle?” he teased.
“Not a twinge.” It wasn’t true. She was slightly on edge merely seeing bare, jiggling breasts. It had been a while since she’d been in a stable relationship, but she wasn’t terribly turned on.
The crowd jeered as Jasmine once again lost her balance.
“I thought Carly ran a tight ship,” Kate said. “So why has Miss Topless-Turvy not gotten the hook yet?”
Someone tossed a beer on stage. The dancer ran off and the offender was promptly removed.
“Bring on Carly,” one guy shouted, inciting the horde into a steady chant.
“Carly. Carly.”
“My God.” Kate rolled her eyes. “Could they drag this out any more?”
“I believe this is called fever pitch, baby.”
The entire place plunged into darkness. A hush fell over the audience. Several seconds ticked by before the spotlight hit center stage.
In the circular glow stood a woman with her back to the crowd, dressed in a navy crop-top and high-cut leather shorts, barely covering her shapely bottom. Thigh-high black boots hugged long beautiful legs, spread wide in a provocative stance.
Shrill whistles and lewd comments ensued, but Kate hardly noticed. A low hum of excitement began in her stomach.
An obscure warble pulsed through the sound system. The dancer rolled her shoulder to the weird rhythm.
It was a strange song. The beat seemed off for the kind of bump-and-grind expected.
With an impressive one-eighty, Carly faced the crowd, dressed as a cop. What Kate had mistaken for a crop-top was, in fact, a standard blue, beat cop’s dress shirt, tied at the waist, giving a tantalizing view of her belly. Pinned to one breast pocket was a shiny gold badge. On her head, an official-looking cap. Dark-lensed, gold-rimmed aviators topped off the look.
Oh, yeah, there was a twinge.
Another round of catcalls faded when the beat of the music tripled, fast and loud. It pounded in Kate’s chest.
In an exaggerated runway walk, Carly strutted the long catwalk splitting either side of the audience. A set of handcuffs swayed at her waist. She had a rockin’ body. A dancer’s body. Strong and muscular in all the right places, not bulky or angular.
She removed the sunglasses, tucking them at her ample cleavage, again diverting Kate’s attention to the swell of breasts pushed up in the vee of the shirt.
After inventorying her lovely assets, Kate zeroed in on her face. At that moment, Kate realized she’d met this gorgeous woman before. Several times. But always in another capacity. She was the sexy-as-fuck woman from the office. Body and brains.
Awesome investigative work, Kate, she berated. Granted, she always seemed to have a different hair color and style, along with slightly altered makeup. A true chameleon, an asset in this sort of work.
Carly looked down at her and winked before making her way back to the main stage. Kate’s gaze went straight to her shapely ass, following the long line of her dynamic legs.
Unexpectedly, when Carly reached her mark, there was a male dancer standing there. The well-built man in a white T-shirt and jeans. Very West Side Story-esque.
They circled each other. Carly seemed to overpower him. She pushed him against the wall and, with her feet, kicked at his ankles, opening his stance.
Sensually and playfully, Carly frisked him, covering every part of his body, further rousing the crowd. It was obvious from the lewd comments that any one of them would gladly take his place. Especially when she molded his trousers, thoroughly framing the evidence of his arousal.
The music built and the most thrilling choreographed fight scene ensued. The lone lady cop in pursuance of the muscle-bound fugitive. The two amazing dancers tussled, chasing and escaping in turn.
It was more of a performance than a striptease, but Carly held them in the palm of her hand. She was spellbinding. A true performer and storyteller.
In a flurry of leaps and bounds, they came back together and pulled at each other’s clothes. She ripped off his thin shirt.
Seemingly angry, the thug, for the moment, overwhelmed her. He controlled her, yanking her hands above her head. One-handed, he held her wrists while letting his free hand roam over her in the same slow, exploratory way she had him.
Leisurely, he manhandled her breasts, greedily squeezing and plumping. The bastard even played with her nipples.
At first, Carly seemed appalled to find herself in the position. But as he continued to maul her, she acted as if she enjoyed it. Perhaps she did. Her eyes fluttered and her lips parted.
Roughly, he jerked her lapels apart, giving the crowd a peek at her see-through bra. There was a collective gasp. Under the hot lights, and from the exertion, perspiration made the garment cling to her. Her hard nipples tented the fabric. Kate’s body reacted in kind, her breasts prickling.
Carly appeared to capitulate. The gangster grinned cockily and made a great show of sliding his hand down her core, heading for her waistband. The gesture excited the crowd.
Carly used her captor’s smugness against him. Lightning fast, she turned and delivered a chop to his Adam’s apple. Incensed, he lunged. They grappled and twirled across the space with such technical precision, it was as if watching a movie. Her body tensed, humming with anticipation of what might happen next.
Suddenly, Carly jumped and landed the most athletic spinning kick to his chin. He stumbled, breaking through a set-design chair.
Furious, the criminal picked himself up while placing his fingers to his mouth, as if checking for blood. He let out a shrill whistle and another male dancer, dressed similarly, appeared. The two of them stalked her.
Carly raised her hands chest-high and shoved them both. They stopped in their tracks. From nowhere, she held a gun on them.
Where the fuck did it come from? There was no way she’d had it stashed in those skin-tight shorts.
The music warbled again, a strange, almost haunting sound. This time it sent a shiver up Kate’s spine.
Another spotlight appeared not far from where Kate stood. Carly swung around and pointed the weapon. She closed one eye, taking aim.
For a moment, Kate imagined the spotlight on her, Carly exposing her for the cop she was, in the center of the mafia stronghold, singling her out with the barrel of the gun.
Carly pulled the trigger. A blast made Kate jump, but it was Carly’s face that contorted. She flew forward, her ample chest concaved, and she crumpled to the floor.
So caught up in the drama, Kate’s first instinct was to help. If not for Mike grabbing her arm, she’d have made a fool of herself.
From behind, another male dancer stepped around them and dove on stage.
The men swarmed Carly, moving over her, covering her in a wave of undulations. The music swelled to a crescendo of manic drumbeats. The offenders each grabbed a limb of the seemingly lifeless Carly. They carried her, splayed wide, back to center stage. In a dramatic flourish, they tossed her in the air. Collectively the crowd gasped. The stagehands rendered the space pitch black once more and the throbbing music stopped abruptly.
It was over, but Kate fought for breath. She wasn’t the only one. In the silence, all she could hear was rapid panting. It was as if the room itself were breathing, the walls closing in and expanding.
Shakily, Kate wiped the fine sheen of sweat from her upper lip. She was both hot and cold at the same time. Her heart pounded. Her legs trembled.
It seemed an eternity but was only a matter of seconds before dim lighting lit the area once again. The stage remained dark. Kate stared at it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dynamic dancer, but there was no one there.
Slowly, people came back to themselves and moved to the bar, washrooms or exits.
Kate was no longer a doubter. Carly was everything everyone raved about and more. Tavis was right—she’d been blown away.
“You okay?” Mike chuckled at her side.
“I think I’m in love.”
He snorted. “You and every other person in the joint. And she didn’t even have to take off her clothes. That’s talent.”
In total agreement, Kate followed him shakily back to the bar.
©Copyright H.K. Carlton
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