Warnings: NSFW (just in case)
Imagine being an SVU detective and having to go undercover as a stripper and giving Carisi a lap dance.
——— Request for anon ———
The music was loud, just under an uncomfortable degree, yet easily deafening the activities going on in any other VIP room than the one Carisi had been escorted to upon requesting a lap dance from you, getting both of you into the back without suspicion. Since you were ‘new,’ the bouncer was keeping close eyes on you.
You lean towards Carisi, the dimly lit room still somehow illuminating your scanty lingerie as you whispered lowly into his earpiece, in particular to your sergeant sitting at the bar, “We need a distraction to get the bouncer away from me so I can take a look around, Dodds.”
You don’t hear the reply, being without your own earpiece due to the amount of monitoring you’d had to go through once put into this outfit, but get a nod from Carisi as he glances over your shoulder and towards the curtain, watching the large shoes of the man behind it waiting on you. They shift as you turn back around just in time, ass towards Carisi, and begin to give him the lap dance he’d paid for right as the bouncer gives another look through the crack between the curtain and the padded wall, making sure things were running smoothly.
“You like that, baby?” you breathe, licking your lips as you pull your hair back so he can get a good look at your neck.
Carisi watches as you grip his knee for leverage, voice huskier than he’d care to admit as he replies quickly, “Yeah.” The bouncer looks away, seemingly satisfied with your performance as he speaks unintelligibly into a walkie talkie.
Carisi grips the edge of the circular booth as the both of you wait for the distraction to take the bouncer away from his post. You grind onto his thigh, circling your hips in time with the music as you glance back at him seductively, his brow raising in shock for a moment as he instinctively reaches out to grip your hip.
“No touching,” you whisper, nodding towards the curtain as Carisi retracts his hand, taking a deep breath and sending you a half-hearted glare as you move against him harder, arching your back.
You get off him when you watch the bouncer’s feet disappear quickly from beneath the curtain. Dodds must have given you your requested distraction.
SVU addict 