Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 17:06:44 GMT -5
Part of being a hunter was being able to play any part needed. Sometimes it was a cop, sometimes it was a waitress, sometimes it was something a bit more revealing. Like ..say... impersonating a stripper. Luckily for Jessie, she'd always had a talent for dancing so when the case came up that required a more..feminine approach, she'd taken it without batting an eye. Curse had been hesitant about giving her the file when she'd come across it on his downstairs work bench but finally had given in when she promise him that she'd call if she needed help.
Since she didn't plan on needing help, she figured it was a safe enough bet.
Pausing only long enough to pack a bag and then leave a note for Colt with Chey, Jessie had hit the road to San Francisco. A few hours drive and she was pulling into the lot of a strip joint on the outskirts of town. Another hour and she had a try out gig inside and her first really solid lead on her case. A pretty face was a sad thing to waste, indeed, she decided as she slide back behind the wheel. She couldn't help the smirk that crossed her features as she pulled back out and drove to the nearest motel to grab a room.
Since it was two in the afternoon and she wasn't due back at her new "job" till eight that evening, she parked the Charger and headed inside to grab a few hours sleep. She figured she'd need it for the extra late hours she'd be keeping the next few days. A nap and a quick shower later and she was back on the job, ready to discover just what might be lurking on the backstreets of the Golden Gate Bridge city.
Entering the dimly lit "club" Jessie ignored the leering looks the bouncer gave her as she told him what she was there for and then followed one of the scantily clad waitresses towards the back. After a short, dully spoken series of directions, she found herself at a tacky dressing station and the focus of more than a few shrewd yes. Great. Tossing her bag down, she met one of the gazes and arched a brow.
"Hey... I'm Mandi... Anyone care to tell me what set I'm doing?"
At her words, all the women turned their noses up at her and made of show of talking among themselves. Smirking a bit, Jessie sat down with a shrug and started putting her own "face" on. What a bunch of cats, she thought to herself even as she busied herself observing and noting details about each one as she got ready to put on a "Show" for the patrons.
A half hour later and her name was called, making her mentally groan as she got to her feet. Well, here went nothing she decided as she slide out of her seat and headed for the stage. It was a good thing Chey always made sure Jessie kept limber with all that ballet stuff because this was going to be a disaster otherwise.
Taking her place on the catwalk, she eyed the crowd but was only slightly relieved that she couldn't make out faces at this distance. As the music started to play and "PORNSTAR DANCING" rolled from the speakers, her eyes widened. OH GOD. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Striking a seductive pose, she allowed her natural rythem to guide her as she took her first steps and then twirled around the bar. Oh hell, this was kind of fun she decided as all her lessons from her friend helped her work the stage. Nothin to it, she congratulated herself a few minutes later when dollar bills were tossed on stage and she leaned down to pick them up.
At least, right up to the moment she took note of the face holding one of the bills and he saw hers fully for the first time too. Well, hell.... There went the neighborhood. Because it was none other than her nemesis, Agent Brody Graham.
Well, HELL!