Serve and Protect (captain levi and Vyrania)

[Vyrania]

Jamie frowned at the twig in his hand. He had whittled it down to a mere sliver, making it useless as entertainment. Okay, so it hadn't really been entertainment to begin with, but it had been something to do with his nervous hands. He checked the time on his barely servicable flip phone for what felt like the hundredth time. It was 1 AM, meaning the club would close in the next hour and this spot would also be useless to him.

He'd been listening to the music from inside the club for three hours already, or rather he'd been listening to the bass beat of the music. An entire drum line had taken up the cadence in his head, and the red glow from the neon sign above him that read "Lacey's" was not helping.

Okay, so it read "La ey's" at the moment, but he was sure the owner couldn't be careless enough to let the bulbs sit dark forever... right?

Jamie pocketed his phone, sighed, and settled himself against the dingy brick wall at his back. Oh, he was sure the red light illuminating him made for an appealing sight, and it helpfully disguised how faded and threadbare his clothes were. By the time a potential client noticed, they would have already made the not-quite-legal decision to hire him; old clothing wasn't going to change their mind at that point unless he got some really snooty client... which probably wasn't going to happen in this part of town.

That was, if he got a client at all tonight. His stomach was churning, and not simply because he was hungry. Rent was due in three days and he was two hundred short. He didn't even want to think of the rest of the bills right now. If he made rent, he could deal with the electricity problem later.

Jamie was yanked out of his thoughts when someone came stumbling out of the club - a man slightly into his thirties and all the way in the bag. Inwardly, Jamie groaned, but outwardly, he put on his best seductive little grin and motioned toward the man to get his attention. The response was horribly slow. "Hey there. Looking for something to top off your night?"

The man put a hand on the hood of a nearby car to steady himself. "You go'ny weed?"

Jamie's inner voice grew louder. Women standing outside of seedy bars were prostitutes, but men were apparently drug dealers. What a dumb thing to cry sexism about, but still! "No weed, I'm afraid, but I could still give you a good time." He "absently" put the tip of his picking between his lips to try and drive the point home.

The guy stared at him blankly, then shrugged. "Naw, I don' touch the other shtuff." And with that, he wandered off, leaving Jamie to wonder exactly where he was going and how he would get there.

Well, it wasn't his problem. He had enough of those already. He reached up to brush his bangs out of his eyes and stare off into space, waiting and hoping...

 

[captain levi]

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Lacey's. For cops that were looking to write off their daily quota of ticket stubs before the deadline, shady bars such as Lacey's was a hot spot teeming with all types of misbehaving characters. Only a few law-abiding citizens were there for a drink or two; the rest Raiden knew were breaking a rule in some way, shape, or form.

It was an uneventful Thursday evening and Raiden knew that he'd only find some intoxicated man stumbling to his car if he was lucky, perhaps a scandalously clad woman or two denying that they were prostitutes. For these scenarios, it often helped to go undercover in casual attire, although Raiden stuck out like a sore thumb with his prim and proper clothing. He looked like a god among men, cerulean eyes piercing the thinning crowd of sleazy, drunken individuals.

Most would guess he was a professor of some sort, an affluent businessman, perhaps, but none would have assumed the man was a police officer. He was too social despite his standoffish attire, charming strangers with both his endearing manners and boyish features. No one would have speculated that he was a day over twenty with a youthful exuberance to his face that rivaled even Benjamin Button, but in reality the man was twenty-eight and had strands of gray hairs to show for his age and experience in a labor-intensive field of work.

He stood outside of the club for half an hour, glancing at his Rolex as if he was waiting for a date. It stalled him some time to observe the questionable individuals that left and entered the bar, all without surrendering his true identity.

But not even a single exchange of drugs nor an act of violence under the influence happened that night for Raiden to fine, and he was becoming impatient. Jamie caught his eye soon enough. For one, the young male was far more attractive than any of the women he had seen entering and leaving the bar, and two, the confrontation between said male and a potential client was impossible for him to miss. Well, Raiden hadn't encountered many male prostitutes in this particular area of the town as they were far more elusive, but he couldn't be picky with his criminals.

"Excuse me," he casually fished for the other male's attention, a hand sneakily turning off his watch. "Do you know what time it is? My watch and cellphone both died."

All he needed now was for Jamie to offer him the same proposal he had to the other man. Surely, he was a better catch?

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[Vyrania]

Jamie had been quite aware of the well-dressed man standing a ways away from him for a while now. He had not approached, however, because he had fully expected rejection. He didn't know what such a man was doing out here; he looked out of place, but maybe he just liked to "mingle with the commoners" or something.

Jamie didn't really realize just how attractive he was. Oh, he knew men liked to fuck him. He'd learned that years ago, which was why he was standing here now. What he didn't realize was that with his big blue eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones, small nose, full lips, and generally well-sclpted face, he was beautiful. If he only knew where to look and who to contact, he could have gotten a much more comfortable and higher paying male escort job with much more security and subtlety. Instead, he assumed that this was as good as he could get.

So, he was a little hesitant to offer himself to this well-dressed man with his Rolex watch. He was also tempted, of course; this gentleman was likely to have a lot more money to spare than some lush stumbling out of a bar. Still, Jamie was nervous, so for now, he just decided to be helpful. He took out his flip phone to get the exact time. "It's about five past one." He closed it - embarrassed - and pocketed it. He looked up at the man in front of him, struggling to meet his eye. "Are you... waiting for someone?"

 

[captain levi]

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He already knew it was a few minutes past one in the morning, but the question was only a cherry on top to his plan. Prostitutes were becoming crafty these days in their know-hows of avoiding the police, so if he wanted to catch one in the act, he needed the patience of a fisherman. That meant baiting, waiting, reeling, loosening, and repeating the process a hundred times over.

Raiden, fortunately, possessed the wits to practice playing the part of an innocent client only a few times before perfecting it. Now that the younger male had told him the time and even asked if he was accompanied by someone, he could move onto phase two, which was the initiation into a seedier conversation. "Oh, I was just waiting for a date. I should have suspected something was up when she asked to meet at the bar," he chuckled, feigning embarrassment. "I was waiting for someone."

He played the part of a rejected man convincingly, so much so that even he believed that by some coincidental miracle, his imaginary date would materialize from pity. Raiden eyed the flip phone the other male had hurriedly stuffed into his pocket, easily sliding into phase three of the snare. "I haven't seen one of those in a while. For convenience, I'm guessing?" It was worth it to be curious. Some prostitutes kept cheaper, more efficient and less trendy phones to store the contact information of their clients, so ancient or not, it was a valuable source of evidence for the police officer.

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[Vyrania]

Jamie tried to be as casual as possible as he shrugged. "All I really need a phone for is to call people, so I figured I would save some money." It was a reasonable response, and not really untrue. Besides, if he was going to be out here getting into cars or hotel rooms with strangers, having an expensive phone would just be asking for trouble.

Jamie folded his arms, taking up a leaning stance against the brick wall. It was a very practiced stance, one that subtly made him look inviting. He was really starting to hope he could entice this man, though the date being referred to as 'she' was a little discouraging. It didn't mean the man wouldn't be interested, but it made it seem less likely. It was a shame: the potential money aside, this guy was actually quite attractive. He might not hate himself quite as much for taking this one as a client.

"So, you got stood up. That really sucks." Hiding well the fact that his stomach was in knots worse than usual, he allowed a smile that was both shy and seductive curve his lips up just a little. "But hey, the night doesn't have to be a total bust. If you're interested and have a little cash on you, I can help you forget about her."

 

[captain levi]

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Again, his natural talent at faking certain expressions worked like a charm in baiting sympathy, even if it was in favor of the other male's selfish gains. He knew, but he was willing to play along a little more, this time for his own entertainment. Never let it be said that Raiden was a "good cop" that always followed the code of conduct; he sometimes had a tendency to abuse his authority.

"Not really, all it was was a waste of time," he cheered up with a tiny simper. He smoothed out the hem of his slim navy blue dress shirt, the cuffs rolled to his elbows despite it being a bit chilly outside. When he crossed his arms over his chest, they bulked up a bit, his biceps seeming to burst at the seams when he so much as flexed them against the cold. "Oh?" he responded, his voice gravely and deep. "How much cash are we talking about?"

He had met prostitutes that proposed ridiculous amounts of money to the point it was a scam more than anything else, so he was curious as to what the stranger's price range was. "I only have a couple hundreds on me," he said, pulling out his wallet to make sure the other male saw that he had a few crisp bills in possession. "I suppose you don't take card?" he jested.

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[Vyrania]

When the stranger showed interest, Jamie's heart seemed to leap with excitement at finally getting a bite, and one that he wouldn't mind legitimately dating - though that was a lot less important in his line of work. Irrelevant, really. Still, it was a nice addition. Now, he just needed to make sure he didn't scare the man off with his price. He wasn't the cheapest of whores, but he wasn't an expensive escort, either.

Jamie laughed at the little joke, a touch that was always important in pleasing a client. He was relatively new, but he knew some of the tricks. "I would if I could. Might expand the clientele." He then put on a thoughtful face and tapped his lower lip with an index finger. "Let's see... For you, I'll charge my usual rate of one hundred fifty an hour, but I'll give you a hundred off what I charge for an entire night, so it'll be four hundred." He lowered his hand and cocked his head to the side. "So, what do you say? Am I yours tonight?"

 

[captain levi]

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He scanned the younger male from head to toe as if to inspect the merchandise, chewing on his lower lip. That wasn't an intimidating price given all that was included in this "combo package" for the entire night. A measly day's worth of overtime work could cover the expenses for an evening he may enjoy... but, that wasn't what he was here for! He was here to prevent Jamie from soliciting strangers for sex, not encourage it or sponsor his back-alley business.

Still, he figured it wouldn't hurt to play along just a bit longer for the sake of gathering key evidence. Right. "Well, you might have saved me from a terribly boring evening," he said, jerking a thumb towards his car. "My place or a motel?"

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[Vyrania]

Jamie felt a rush of relief. Oh things could still go wrong, but for now, he would savor his victory. He smiled and pushed himself off the wall to begin walking toward the car. "That's up to you. I know a few hotels nearby, or you could just save the extra money. Either way, I'll make sur eyou don't regret your choice." As Jamie walked past the other man, he let the back of his hand just barely brush the cloth of his pants over hic crotch, almost as if it had been a complete accident.

Jamie was excited: How long had it been since he'd slept with someone he actually found attractive? He had to give it his all tonight; a repeat client was a wonderful thing when they could pay.