Pour Some Sugar on Me [[Clint]]

[elektra]

A friday night approximately 9pm at Scores Gentlemen's club, the hottest strip joint in Manhattan, only because it had the hottest dancers in the city. Yes, any person going into the club should be expected to drop at least $500 for the night. The club was busy and flooded with beautiful dancers ready to entertain any man who wished to be felt up for $80. Girls on stage, girls dancing on the table, girls dancing on each other, the bar packed and serving out drinks, music blasting...the perfect place for any bachelor to unwind and relax for the night.

Enter Elektra Natchios, without a doubt one of the best this club had to offer. Although she wasn't quite the same as the other women the club had to offer. Aside from doubling as one of the world's deadliest assassins and an agent for SHEILD she was just in a different mentality. She could do sexy and get the men to drool and beg for her...but there was always that instinct of a cold blooded killer that rested in the back of her mind. On more than one occasion, a few limbs had been broken because the men had gotten a little too touchy feely without her consent. Such as life. Only reason she hadn't been fired was because A, she was the one who brought in the most customers and B...the management were just afraid of her.

"One Mojito." she requested to the bartender as she took a seat to the bar. Once prepared, she grasped the glass and gave a nod of thanks before sipping her drink waiting for her next customer to come.

[barton]

The club really was packed by the time Clint had managed to gain access, having to grease some palms rather than simply flash his badge. Announcing you worked for SHIELD did open a great many doors, but was also drew the attention of the wrong people in his experience. A brief scan of the room was all he needed to spot his target sitting at the bar, there literally was no one else like her even amongst the scores of girls that populated the club.

“Beer, whatever you’ve got, and whatever the lady is drinking.” He tossed a few notes onto the bar and slid into a seat next to the raven haired beauty of a woman. He could never work out why she chose to remain at the Gentlemen’s club, but then again he’d never really ventured the question to her in person. It just wasn’t any of his business. Besides, it always gave him a good excuse to drop into now and then, so he wasn’t keen on rocking the boat too much in that regard. A quick glance around at all the acts available reaffirmed that resolve to live in ignorance, a state that his mind quickly pointed out was indeed blissful.

“Evening, Elly, how’s this night treating you?” A smirk tugged on his lips and he quickly amended that statement. “Sorry, I suppose it should be how are the patrons treating you. Still the firm favourite, or have they finally decided that a concussion and or several broken bones just ain’t that appealing in a good time gal?”

[elektra]

"Hm."she hummed keeping the rim of her glass to her lips as she continued to sip. Her blue eyes side glanced over to the blonde fellow deciding to take a seat next to her. Not that she minded, she had grown rather fond of her fellow agent paying her a visit. Or rather, coming in for the entertainment for his own personal enjoyment, but at least he had the courtesy to always check up on her when she was working on the nights he decided to drop in.

" Can't complain. I've had a fairly decent night tonight. No damage done so far" she said pulling out a $100 bill from her cleavage with her middle and index finger. "What are you up to tonight? Or should I even ask since I know why you're here, but I'll just ask anyway to keep the conversation going." she said tucking the bill away.

[barton]

“Well, in that case the next round is definitely on you.” He said, nodding his head in thanks as he accepted his drink from the bartender. “Ah, you know me to well, hun. I was just in the area and thought I’d drop by and see what’s what with my favourite little rookie.” Of course the term rookie could only be applied sparingly where Elektra was concerned. Clint held no illusion that the woman beside him was any less competent than he was, hell, she was more so in many regards. She definitely was on his list of people he wouldn’t mess with that was sure.

He turned in his seat, resting his back on the bar so that he could watch the girls on stage and still hold a conversation with the feisty assassin turned SHIELD agent. Yeah, this definitely was one of Clint’s more favourite places to catch up with his co-workers that was for sure. “So, anything I should know about or has it been pretty quiet all told?”

[elektra]

"No offense, but you're not that hard of a guy to figure out in the first place. Then again, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes simpler is better." she shrugged placing her glass back on the table. She smirked at him, this time turning her full body to face him and she raised an eyebrow at his little statement about her being a rookie. Though she didn't really take personal offense, she just knew he used that term because of her status as being recently new to SHEILD.

"You're too kind and considerate. Really, what would I ever do without you." she said in a bit of a mock tone. " Nothing really to report, it's been rather dull to my knowledge. I've just giving the boys what they want. It's my duty as the house special I suppose. I'm not complaining either. Sometimes, it's nice to lay low and just live normally until another contract or mission comes along." she said crossing her legs and adjusted the straps of her thong set up on her hips.

"I'm guessing you want a dance?" she asked him and reached for her drink again. "Best to get one in now...the place is only going to get even more packed in another hour or so."

[barton]

“Hey, hey, I’ve got more to me than meets the eye. Maybe not that much, but there are hidden layers of complex and awesome stuff...” Clint swirled the bottle slightly before smirking and conceding that she had a point. Unless his job actually required subterfuge, the term straight shooter could be used to describe more than just Clint’s marksmanship prowess. . “...Fine, I’ll admit that I’m pretty straight forward when it comes to life, but, hey, it’s worked alright for me so far.”

“Ah, you know me El, I’m all about the little people.” He snorted slightly and took a small drink from the bottle in his hand, his gaze still on the girls on stage as he listened to her speak. “Damn, I was hoping you’d have a lead on something interesting, it’s been quiet all across the board lately, so much so that all I’ve actually done is paperwork for the last two fun filled and action packed weeks.” He paused and rubbed his chin with his free hand thoughtfully before continuning in a less than serious tone. “Maybe I should get a part time job too... Do you think this place is hiring?”

The subtle shifting of her thong straps wasn’t missed by the archer, after all he wasn’t called Hawkeye for nothing, and it brought yet another smirk to his lips. “A dance? Well, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble...” He trailed off and allowed the smirk to widen, accompanying it with a small wink. “Seriously, hun, have you ever known me to turn a dance down? To deny one such as lovely as you would be madness I say, madness.”

[elektra]

"...Right..." she tapped the rim of her glass with her right index finger. "I commend you for that. I'd actually prefer it if people were more straight forward instead of beating around the bush. Less time wasted. And sorry for the unfortunate news of...there is no news to report. You should be grateful for the calm times. You never know when all hell with break loose. Then in those times of despair and when you're back is against the ropes, you'll be begging for paperwork." she said looking intensely to the stage at the current dancer. She scoffed when he asked if they were hiring and shook her head. "What are you going to do here? Panty inspector? Pssh." she sighed and started smiling and glanced back over to him when he accepted her offer.

"Oh, I'm lovely? Glad I meet your approval. Thought a guy like you wouldn't even give a girl like me a second glance." she smirked reaching over to squeeze his thigh. "Let's head on to the back and get settled. " she sad sliding off of the stool and strutting from the bar towards the private rooms.

[barton]

“I don’t mind when the shit hits the fan all told, least it makes life a bit more interesting than dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s.” He sipped his beer and shifted on the barstool, splitting his gaze between the woman on stage and the woman next to him. “I wouldn’t of pegged you as liking the quiet moments of life either, hun.”

Clint gave an exaggerated snorted and rolled his eyes, “Panty Inspector? Please, I should be so lucky. Do you realise how many qualifications you need to hold that job down these days?” He downed the last of his beer in one, before twisting slightly to place the empty bottle back on the bar. The leg squeeze caused him to smirk in return, a smirk that grew noticeably as she headed towards the private rooms. Elektra Natchios was always an unpredictable element in the whole grand scheme of things, but she certainly made life interesting that was for sure. He traded glances with the bartender, before sliding off his stool and following after her. Yeah, life was definitely interesting when the Greek assassin was around.

[elektra]

The heels of her stilettos clicked against the floor, her lightly curled raved hair bouncing with each step and her ice blue eyes staring straight ahead as she prepared to give another private performance. Though this one had to be...special since her current customer was special. So, Elektra decided to give Clint the full experienced as she led him into a carpeted VIP room, which was more like a little hotel room. She entered through the door and with a snap of her fingers, the room illuminated to reveal lush, soft red carpet, a small velvet love seat, a circular king size bed, a gold plated pole placed in front of it. Next to the bed was the mini bar, serve yourself instead of having to tip the bartender. On the wall hung a flat screen 62 inch television and a speaker on both sides.

"Welcome to the suite..." she said walking over to grab the stereo control and flipping though the song selections.

"Go on and make yourself comfortable on the bed. Help yourself to a drink if you want. I'll be right back." she said patting him on the cheek as she passed by him and going into the walk in closet filled with various costumes.

[barton]

Clint was no stranger to the VIP rooms of strip clubs; however he’d never been in one this fancy and compared to the regular places he frequented, this place was like a veritable palace. Hell, this place made his own apartment look like a dive. Of course, he’d never been in a strip club’s backroom with a woman equally as upmarket as Elektra, so he figured it would only be natural that the surroundings suited the calibre of the users. At the mention of helping himself to a drink the blonde marksman did just that, snagging himself a beer from the mini bar before turning his attention back to the luxurious room.

“Hey, you get ESPN on this thing?” He called out as she entered the changing room, absently gesturing to the TV with his beer, the fact he was out of her view being lost on him as he sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes. “Because, just to let you know, if you take your time, I’m so channel surfing.”

[elektra]

Hearing Clint's words, she merely shook her head. It was sad that considering what was about to happen, all he could think about was television. Shimmying out of her mini skirt, Elektra replaced with with an equally short red plaid skirt, slipping on a white dress shirt. Then she slipped on thigh length black socks, and put on black stilettos. She tied her hair in a pony tail and then slipped on a pair of glasses. She grabbed herself a little prop, a yard stick and walked back into the room, slowly smacking the ruler lightly in her hand.

"So...you know that there's no TV before homework right? Teacher is not happy." she said glaring at the man before her. Oh yes, Elektra's dances weren't just rub, grind get out. You get your money's worth with a little role play. Things were about to get interesting...

[barton]

He was fiddling around with the remote as she re-entered the room, trying to work out how exactly to switch the television set on, having assumed that she would take a while. The dull smacking noises quickly diverted his attention from that endeavour however, causing him to turn to face the source of the sound.

“...” Clint swallowed reflexively at the sight of the woman before him, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tried something to say. Unfortunately his mind had decided to go on leave for several seconds. He started slightly as she spoke, a flirtatious grin sliding into place as he quickly tried to cover his momentary pause and he let out a low whistle. “Wow, El... I mean, Miss Natchios, ma’am. Wow. I can tell you one thing, if you’d been my teacher back in the day... I’d certainly have had to resit the year at least once or twice. Hell, I’d probably still be there, front row.”

[elektra]

"Hmph. I'm sure." she smirked walking over to the bed smacking him on the the thigh."Flattery is cute, but it won't get you far, Mr. Barton. That still doesn't excuse you from breaking the rules... she began to crawl onto the bed and straddling Clint's waist and pressing herself up against him. She leaned in her nose touching his, her expression remaining stern and her ice blue eyes staring into his.

"So, my dilemma is should I punish you for being a bad boy....or...do I let you punish me because you are bad." her tone dropped into a whisper.

[barton]

Clint mock winced as she smacked him on the thigh with the ruler, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “So what now, detention? Make me sit in the corner? Write lines?” he slid his hands around her back as she straddled him, pulling her even closer before answering her again.

“Seems like quiet the quandary you have there, Miss Natchios...” He leant his forehead against hers, his own blue orbs looking on to hers and a smirk tugging on his lips. “...I see the only fair and reasonable method would be to take turns, you know...”

[elektra]

"Fair answer..." she said sliding off of him slowly making sure to rub along his lap as she got up. Snatching the remote, she pressed the power button on the stereo as a the stereos began to play a slow song. Another button was pressed causing the room to dim and the red walls blended with the red light now glowing to fit with the lyrics. She stood about 6 feet in front of him and started swaying her hips slowly to the music. She began to slink towards him and undulate and circle her hips, keeping her back arched. Slowly bending her knees, she crouched to the floor for a moment, then started to rise up again, her hips in rotation. Her eyes locked with his again, a seducing glare to reel him in further into temptation.

"So, I've heard some good things about you. Is it true that you can reduce a woman into a quivering mess of pleasure and lust? Answer correctly or you might flunk out..." she stopped inches in front of him and bending over, giving him a full view of her rear.