Ezra Bennet's Story

"As I said before this is my treat. I doubt they will miss giving me a lap dance this time around or drying me out." Rafael said his face well composed for the situation.

"I don't suppose you would want any pictures to remember this night would you?" Rafael's voice picked up again.

He would hope they would focus on their bodies possibly looking for anything that might give the girls away as the succubus. His knowledge of the beasts were limited at best. He liked his women less infernal than that to say the least. He did enjoy the fact that he was afforded this chance to put some of his colleagues and superiors out of their comfort zones. There was always a method to hid madness though.

Fisher was going to get the lecture from hell when this was over. It would include topics such as: The fuck do you think even doing trying to order alcohol on duty and If you compromise something I plan like this again, dying will be the absolute least of your worries. Highlights would include You, me in the damned boxing ring now and a discreet disguise is does not involve throwing money at exotic dancers, and I don’t give a damn where the disguise is being used. There would be an awful lot of yelling.

In the meantime, Molly’s eyes were on the dancer, admiring. she was certainly beautiful. The red hair was distracting, the way the light show on it. It looked like fire. She licked her lips, eyes on the other woman as she danced, rather entranced by her movements. She was talented, incredibly so. The fact that Ezra had managed to get out of his lap dance escaped the officer entirely. Damn. This was teasing as hell. Molly forced herself to concentrate and sent out her senses once more, even as her eyes lingered on the stripper’s form. The demon was still here, somewhere, but she had no clue which dancer it was. She was, perhaps, a bit too distracted to think of it.

Yeah there was no way she was going to be able to pay a damn bit of attention to why they were here. How ever she did catch on thing, and he head snapped over to look at him Rafael, eyes narrowed. “Rafael, dear friend, my best friend’s date or not, if you take a single picture, I will take down where you live and cut off your dick.” And she meant every single word. The dancer paused, eyes wide, and then gently drew Molly’s attention back to her.

“Hey sugar, ignore him. We don’t allow pictures taken anyway.” She assure the other. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a free dance after this one, just to make up for him?” That was significantly better than a paying customer leaving upset. Molly squeaked at the answer, her attention well and truly caught once more by the nipples at her eye level. When did the dancer’s shirt come off and where did it go? Oh dear.

“I’m, um, sorry miss, but no thank you. And please, not for my boyfriend either.” she said, rescuing Ezra as best she could from this fate as well. The woman bit her bottom lip, cheeks red. “I think we’d rather just watch the stage for now?” There. Taken care of. It had taken quite a bit of scraping together a very different sort of bravery than she was used to, but she did it. The officer waited until the ladies had left, before turning to face Rafael.

“Fisher. If you ever try that shit on an op again, whether I’m on it or not, then I suggest you hand in your badge right after.” Her voice was quiet, just loud enough he could hear it. “We’re trying to find her, not get killed by her. You were paired with your partner for a reason. Even if you can’t sense her unless she’s grinding against you, both Catherine and I can. Please do not distract us with women doing...that...again.” She may not be able to take his badge, but she sure as hell could and would make life at the office hell for him. She didn’t appreciate being made a fool of in anyway.

While Fisher may have considered his behavior more methods designed to draw out their intended target than madness, the rest of them however, were thinking there was more madness than method to Fisher's behavior; Catherine included. "I didn't think you needed pictures Rafael, considering." She said thinking that idea was horrible, silently thankful for the reminder from the dancer. "Oh I think they would miss you, after all, you seem to be quite the man."

The sooner this was over the better. Though she suspected she wasn't going to live her choice of attire for these adventures down soon anytime. Glancing over at Molly and Ezra, she relaxed slightly as the dancers backed off, but it was hard to concentrate with the music blasting at high volume. "Tell you what.." Catherine began leaning towards the dancer that had come over to her. Whispering something into the woman's ear, she didn't think twice before pulling on her own power of persuasion to send the woman over towards Rafael. Money wasn't everything, and in this arena he was next to useless it seemed.

"Watching is just so much more interesting, you know?" She said looking over at Rafael with a mischievous grin.

"Well if you insist. How about the three of us go to a more private showing?" Rafael could have his actions twisted against him but he would be just as able to twist as well with them.

He would stand looking at the dancer as she approached. He offered his hand to Catherine smiling down at her hoping she would follow.

"It would be no fun if you're not there to watch after all." Rafaels voice never wavering seeing as he never had to create a character.

A private room? This situation just got stickier by the moment, and eventually everything would come crumbling down around them; hopefully later rather than sooner. Catherine just hoped that they would find what they were looking for, as she was growing increasingly bored with both the club and Rafael.

Taking Rafael's hand she stood up from her seat, returning his smile. "Lead the way baby, lead the way." She purred, it was all an act and it was only for the benefit of the public, not Rafael.

This must be how it felt to watch a trainwreck. With the distinct difference that this one was more figurative than literal, and contained 100% more nudity. The image of Miss Bronson being smothered in breasts certainly would be seared into his mind forever, just when Ezra had found to enjoy working with her. Maybe he was lucky and his mind would build a self-defense mechanism after this incident, blessing him with amnesia relating to this… thing that happened.

The job. They were here for the job, no matter how scarring the experience. Ezra got up and was proud of himself for not bolting straight for the exit, instead offering his arm to his fake girlfriend for this night. “Thank you for getting me out of this.” He kept his voice low enough so only she could hear. If she could, apart from her two outbursts she had seemed rather dazed. “Please tell me this spectacle wasn’t a complete waste of my sanity and you were able to identify our suspect.” If he were paying better attention, the words ‘private show’ might have made him more cautious, but by now he was so numb from everything he had seen, it didn’t even cause a single red flag to register.

Molly accepted Ezra's arms and leaned in close with a giggle. This was becoming a very taxing act. "She's here somewhere, but no. It was a bit too much to handle on top of the, ah, lovely lady." She leaned into him though and smiled flirtatiously. She didn't even act with this with her fiance, before the other's death. This was ridiculous. "But we're getting closer to her." The real question was where was she. Molly's senses were cast out, seeking out who it could be, even as she kept her own aura low. If the demon sensed her, she'd run.

The officer smiled prettily up at him, and kissed his cheek. "This is so exciting. It's a much different date than I thought it would be." she giggled again. Oh yeah, Rafael was going to die a painful death. Maybe she could arrange a way to superglue him to his office chair and then get it near a set of stairs to topple over. That sounded fun and well deserved. Either way, she had vicious plans for how to deal with that menace to society. Seriously, buying the two people best able to sense the demons a lap dance? What the ever loving hell. It's not like this was a small club either, or only had a few dancers. The tall woman glanced around, her senses open. "We're much closer to her, whoever she is." She glanced to the room they were headed too, and paused to remove the necklace from her neck that meant she didn't have to constantly shield her mind. She glanced to the side room they were going in and looked to Ezra, clearly uncertain. "Sweetie, I think we must have lucked out choosing this place." Sweetie. Gross. She bent down to whisper in his ear, even as she carefully broadcast the same to Catherine. "She's inside there. Don't let her touch Fisher, or yourself."

"Got it." Catherine managed to reply. The whole thing was getting out of hand, and quick. The only brightness at the end of this dark, dark tunnel was that after all this was said and done, things would go back to as normal as possible. Gone would be the revealing clothing, excessive makeup, and heavy, pungent perfume; in their place would be the same, comfortable, conservative clothing, light makeup and perfume limited to something more suitable for daily wear. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked Rafael as they took their seats in the private room.

All she could do now was cast out her own senses, and hope that Rafael didn't do something stupid. If he did, well that was on him and there was nothing she could do about it without blowing the entire crew's cover. Sighing inwardly as she settled into her seat, she could have almost sworn that the man was using this as an excuse to torment his fellow officers. But, Catherine's thoughts on everything were fleeting and brief.

Too much alcohol on too empty of a stomach had led to her being dizzy, moderately disoriented, and slightly nauseated. However, there was always the undercurrent of something else, always waiting in the wings ready to take over should she let her guard down for too long. "Remember, what we're here for Fisher; and for god's sake do not let her touch you." Catherine said quietly, momentarily breaking character.

"I remember many things. Most of them useless." He retorted kindly to Catherine.

The girl that was there to give him a dance leaned in and he whispered something to her before slipping her something out of Catherines view. She would take off out of the room leaving.

"Well that's taken care of now. Now we can focus on what we're here for." Rafael said as he stared out of the slit in the curtain.

"We have the place to ourselves and I bet the sucubus goes after Molly possibly. I could be wrong never know what might happen then again." He said letting out a small chuckle.

Catherine just looked at Rafael and refrained from replying. 'And what does he think we're here for besides his entertainment?' She thought sullenly. Right now, she just prayed that they could pull off the arrest and capture without calling too much attention to themselves, because a fight with a succubus right in the middle of a strip club was never a good idea. "She may, but it would be unusual." Catherine finally said as she pulled herself together enough to think coherently. She was going to pay for this adventure one way or the other, and she wasn't sure she was ready to pay that price in the morning.

Moments later, while everyone was busy trying to sort out their next move in this massive game of chess, the lights on the main stage lowered and the music changed. Smoke began to pour in from both sides of the stage, lit by purple and blue lights an eerie glow on the stage. Sitting on a large luridly red and gold velvet sofa, was an attractive woman in a red sequined evening gown that left little to the imagination of the viewers.

Standing slowly, and sensually from the sofa, she began her routine as 'I am a good girl' played in the background.

Molly watched with sheer disbelief and then, hid her face against Ezra in a desperate attempt to stop from snickering. A good girl, and murderous demon. Yeah, sure. Well, if nothing else, this was sure as hell not attractive. The lap dance earlier did way more for her than this routine. The woman smiled and snickered quietly. No doubt the only one here feeling the attraction would be Rafael. That would catch her attention.

Still, the woman was impressive flexible, and her ability to move on the poles was very impressive. Molly could sure as hell appreciate that, even if they view, so to speak, didn't do much for her. Too sensual, too much spread legs and hints of the other's sexuality. It almost made it seem like something was wrong. Oh well. She managed to stop snickering long enough to pay more attention. The entire time, she kept any hints of her abilities down low. If the other figured out what she was, they were both in trouble.

The woman's eyes scanned the room as she went through her acrobatic routine, swinging from pole to floor and back to the pole. The whole thing was designed to make her look cute, innocent even, but that was not the case. She could feel the lust, desire, and greed radiating from the room like so much heat. Feigning innocence as articles of clothing came off revealing more and more, she began to make more of an effort to work the audience into a frenzy.

So what if she wasn't supposed to be here? No one would ever miss any of these low life degenerates, who seemed to have nothing better to do than spend their money in a club.

The phrase no rest for the wicked came to mind as she sat in the conference room, stewing over a cup of lukewarm coffee. So Brandon decided to storm out of her office after a very heated argument, it wasn't the first time, and likely wouldn't be the last. The thing now that needed to be taken care of, wasn't the problem with Bethany, but the succubus. 'No more strip clubs.. god that was awful..' She thought to herself putting a hand over her face in realization how horrible that night had truly been. Rafael had been intent on getting them all three sheets to the wind, and compromising their operation.

They were supposed to be having a staff meeting, and the director along with the assistant director had just entered the room; looking for all the world like they had just swallowed a bitter lemon whole. "Well, we're early today." Catherine snarked. The two couldn't be on time if their life depended on it.

Lex sat there arms cross with a generally disapproving expression written across his face. The date with Catherine started out well enough, only to be interrupted by a mission which got loused up. Though he did find the humor, once he found out, in Catherine getting a lap dance. Not for the discomfort that it caused her, but mainly for the discomfort it would cause the idiot who paid for said lap dance. "Just for the sake of clarity and being on the record I would like to vote that we never take a succubus, incubus, Aphrodite, or any other sexual energy based demon case ever again." He was of course only speaking in a tongue and cheek manner. He grinned over to Catherine.

December 21, 2015

Molly had heard, vaguely, about Brandon's search for a little girl, though details in the rumor mill were vague, and looking at Catherine, she decided she didn't want to ask for any sort of clarification at all. Instead, the woman sat at the conference table and ran through her notes of the night in question, and looked over the notes on the surveillance of the succubus that they had managed to get. They had her home base as well now, thank God. Now they'd just need to perform the sting when they knew she was home, and hopefully catch her off guard. It was certainly possible, at least.

And then the assistant director and the director showed up and Molly went very still, and quiet. Dammit. She really didn't like these two and the feeling was very mutual. There were reasons Molly wasn't a senior officer yet and it wasn't her experience. It was these two buffoons.

"Seconded. Let's just send the hunters next time. It's not like they have a legal presence." Killing demons was a bit of a standard procedure. "Except for Aphrodite. We'll just send Councillor Summers." There was a hint of a smile about her lips at the suggestion.

Catherine just raised an eyebrow at both Molly and Alexander before getting up to get a fresh cup of coffee. It was obvious that she wasn't in the most wonderful of moods, but at least she had finally removed all that damnable glitter that Rahal in his drunken state had dumped all over her. "So what do you propose we do with them then, Bronson, Summers?" Catherine asked callously. "Besides sending hunters or staking Fisher out in his underwear somewhere." She added sourly.
To be honest she could have done without the little trip to the club, and had made sure that the dress found it's way into the furthest reaches of her closet.

Sitting back down at the table with her coffee, Catherine looked at both of the directors, daring them to say something about her proposed mistreatment of a senior agent. Instead they just sat there, looking nervously at each other before one finally spoke, "I feel or maybe we feel that.." The Director began before clearing his throat again. It wasn't every day that they had to talk to the Wardens and one of the Councilors; frankly they'd even prefer it that way. "We feel that... in light of the recent political upheaval, that perhaps..." Honestly the man wasn't sure what to say, he lacked the depth of experience that most people there seemed to. He felt like he was grasping at straws, placed into a position where he was sure to fail.

Alexander leaned forward with almost uncomfortable interest in what the director was saying, and intertwining his fingers to rest his chin the on them. "Yes... by all means enlighten me as to the nature of this political upheaval of which you speak. Or perhaps you could enlighten our lovely warden Ms. Catherine?" The tone in his voice, despite his normal humorous and bemused expression was no doubt a very delicately worded caution that the director to choose his next words very selectively.

The assistant director after fidgeting for some time, finally slammed his palms down to the table top and stood up pointing a finger at Lex. " What are you even doing here?! Aren't you a councilor? Shouldn't you be doing I don't know counseling up on a mountain far away from us letting us do our jobs?" He asked derisively. A tense silence fell through out the room and before it was finally broken by the almost gut wrenchingly, psychotic laugher of Alexander.

"And now we know who is playing which role." He replied with a grin, gesturing his arms out in an almost welcoming, shrug like fashion. "But, in answer to your brazen question sub director, no. I'm a councilor in as much my role in all of this is to meddle as I see fit." He explained plainly. "Usually it will be in your favor, so be thankful for that. Because, I like you, and you amuse me, if only in part because I used to have your job and you do it like I did. If you should be grateful that you amuse me... that is largely up to debate ."

The man gulped hard, feeling fear rising in his gut. Then however the assistant spoke nervously at first before relaxing, "Let's further discuss the options of tying Fisher to a stake in his underwear coated with KY jelly, and sicking, councilor Summers on Aphrodite. These aren't the worst plans I've heard come up in these meetings."

Lex nearly choked on his coffee before shooting obviously playful daggers at Catherine and Molly for their suggestions.

Molly offered Lex a grin. "As much as that would be hilarious." And where was Fisher anyway, or the new warden? Who knew what was holding either up. The woman offered a very diplomatic smile. "Perhaps we should focus back on the problem at hand. The succubus. We have both her work and home address. Do we want to take her down at work, or at home? And is it a permanent take down, or just arresting her, so she can be tried." The slight disgust was very clear in Molly's voice as she suggested the second option. She would rather it be a very permanent take down as opposed to letting the demon have a chance. Demons weren't to be trusted unless they had a stake in matters.

The only stake the succubus would have would be not being killed, and she would likely still be killed, if found guilty. "I'm for at home, and with a knife through her heart." Or her head chopped off. Both were incredibly effective on basically every creature in existence.

"I would concur if not for it being such a small target." A new voice entered the conversation from the door way. The man standing there was short muscular and covered head, tail, and toe in black spotted orange fur. He much like his father wore no frills attire. Black short leather bomber jacket worn open to reveal a well loved army t-shirt, khaki cargo pants, specifically built with his muscles, and tail in mind and uniquely woven fabric to prevent them from literally being ripped off of him at subsonic speeds. His boots were likewise special construction. "Dawson." Lex gave a casual up nod to the young man. "Dad. Aunt Catherine..... come to think about it where is that damned cousin of mine... the one who likes to play with the dead things.... he stood me up on a stake out the other night. Nothing worth mentioning so no harm done but so not like him."