Just a friendly warning. There is a fair amount of adult language and situations in this chapter. If you are squeamish reading about what goes on inside a Gentleman's Club, this might not be your story. I promise that I won't write anything that I wouldn't want my fifteen year old daughter (she's actually twenty four, but she was fifteen once) to read. A special thanks to Canadian Chucky and Norcali for their beta and suggestions. If you are offended, please blame them (just kidding). Oh, I still don't own Chuck.

What Did You Say?

- - - -

Chuck and Sarah arrived at Casey's a few minutes before the briefing was set to begin. Carina and Casey were already waiting in front of the monitor waiting for Washington to come live.

"Come on Bartowski", Casey growled. "We've been back from Vegas for one day and you've flashed already?"

"I assume you meant me", smiled Chuck. "Since we're both Bartowskis now."

"Wow", exclaimed Carina. "What does a flash look like? I'm dieing to see one. Does it hurt?"

"If you want to see him flash", Sarah smiled. "Take him to Guido's. Every freaking time we go there, he flashes. I'm done with the place myself."

Just then Beckman came online.

"Good afternoon", she began. "Mr. Bartowski. The man you flashed on at lunch today is Frank Goode."

"He owns a chain of Gentleman's Clubs across California", Beckman continued as a man's picture split the screen. "He is also heavily suspected to be connected to organized crime. Most specifically, prostitution and cocaine trafficking."

"Yes ma'am", said Carina. "I've heard of him. A major cocaine player. We've never been able to lay on glove on him."

"His headquarters club is in Los Angeles very close to the port area" Beckman continued. "We feel that Goode is using it as a gateway. Somehow he is smuggling the cocaine in through the port and using his club as a distribution point. We would like your team to find out how he is doing this."

"Yes ma'am", replied Casey.

"Mr. Bartowski", Beckman continued. "Since you two are married now, Sarah has requested that we get your ok any time that we ask her to go undercover."

"Thank you ma'am", replied Chuck.

"We would like Carina and Sarah to go undercover as dancers in the club", Beckman smiled. "We would want Casey and you to pose as regular patrons. Would you have a problem with that?"

"And all she would have to do is dance", Chuck asked. "No prostitution stuff, right ma'am?"

"Of course", replied Beckman.

"I guess that would be ok, ma'am", Chuck replied. He looked over at Sarah. She was looking at him with a questioning expression.

"Excellent", Beckman continued. "Well you have your orders. Dismissed."

As soon as the screen turned blank, Sarah turned to Chuck with her mouth hanging open.

"Chuck", she smiled in shock. "I can't believe that you just agreed to that."

"What", Chuck replied. "It's just dancing. You're a great dancer. I love watching you dance. What's the big deal?"

"You do understand that she'll be topless", Casey smiled. "Right, genius?"

"Right", scoffed Chuck. "Good one."

Chuck looked at Casey and Carina. They were laughing so hard that they had to support each other to keep from falling.

"Come on guys", Chuck said replied. "This is a Gentleman's Club, not a Strip Club."

Chuck then turned to Sarah. "Hey babe", he smiled. "Maybe you could wear your new bikini."

"Yeah", said Carina, struggling to get the words out between laughing. "But only half of it."

This sent Casey and Carina into another laughing fit.

"Chuck", Sarah said softly. "Haven't you ever been in one of those Gentleman's Clubs before? The women dance topless."

"What", exclaimed Chuck as the color left his face? "Oh hell no. Call Beckman back right now and tell her to forget it."

"We can't", laughed Casey wiping the tears from his eyes. "She's already issued the order. What the hell were you thinking anyway?"

"Oh hell no", stammered Chuck. "Sarah, please tell me that you are not going to do this?"

"Chuck", Sarah said softly. "We don't have much choice. We told Beckman that you would have to agree every time I went undercover. You told her that you agreed. What can I do?"

"Oh hell no", Chuck whined.

"Chuck", Carina said softly. "Come on. This is what we do. This is how female agents work. It's just not that big of deal."

"No big deal", Chuck exclaimed. "You're willing to take your clothes off in front of a bunch of horny drunk men? And that's no big deal?"

"Chuck", Carina replied softly. "I just spend ten years in the DEA. I can take you for a ten minute drive from here and show you a bunch of fifteen year old girls trying to sell themselves to make enough money to buy their next hit of crack. These jerks get these girls hooked and then exploit them, in the most evil ways. And we have a decent chance to bust these bastards. If the worst thing that I have to do is show some men my chest, I'm very happy."

"But how can you", Chuck asked?

"Chuck, look at me", smiled Carina as she pulled her shirt and bra up to her neck. "It's really pretty easy."

"And you're ok with this", Chuck asked Casey incredulously?

Come on Chuck", smiled Casey. "It's her job. You have to be able to separate Sarah the agent from Sarah your wife. Of course, this is not my ideal assignment. But it needs to be done. That's our duty."

"And you're ok", Chuck asked Sarah? "You're ok with me standing here looking at Carina's chest?"

"Chuck", Sarah said softly. "Let me ask you something. When you just saw Carina's chest, how did it make you feel?"

Chuck simply looked at Sarah. "I don't know what you want me to say", he replied.

"I'm not trying to trap you here", Sarah smiled. "I'm trying to make a point. Forget I'm your wife for a second. Are you hugely turned on right now? Do you want to take Carina in the bedroom and ravage her or something like that?"

"No", replied Chuck. "If anything, I'm sort of embarrassed."

"And how about Carina", Sarah asked? "Do you think she was coming on to you?"

"Well", smiled Chuck. "One can never tell with Carina. But no, probably not."

"And Carina's your friend", Sarah continued. "Do you feel any differently about her now that you've seen her boobs?"

"Not really", replied Chuck.

"See", smiled Sarah. "It wasn't a sexual experience at all. Was it?"

"No", replied Chuck. "I guess not."

"Now if Carina was alone with you", Sarah said softly. "And was showing you her chest to seduce you; that would be totally different. Wouldn't it?

"Yes", replied Chuck. "I guess. But Sarah how about you? You mean you could do that?"

"Sure", smiled Sarah as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She had her shirt about half way up when Chuck stopped her.

"Please don't prove it here", Chuck cried quickly as he grabbed Sarah's hand. "I believe you. But how could you do it?"

"I've been trained", Sarah replied. "Just like I can sneak up on someone. Just like I can throw a knife. Just like I can do a lot of things."

"But I haven't been trained", Chuck sighed. "This is totally different to me. I just can't stand the thought of a bunch of horny drunk men lusting after my wife. Call me old fashioned but the only person that I want staring at Sarah's chest is me."

"I know", laughed Sarah as she embraced Chuck. "And that's a big reason why I love you."

"I've got news for you Bartowski", Casey laughed. There are horny men lusting after Sarah every day that she walks down the street. Fully clothed. That's just the price of being with a beautiful woman."

"I know", sighed Chuck. "And I am usually proud of that. This is just different."

"I have an idea", laughed Carina. "Since Chuck has never been to one of these clubs before, let's all go to one tonight. Not the one that we're targeting, of course. I mean, if Chuck's cover is going to be a regular at the club, he better have at least seen the inside of one."

"That's a good idea", Casey nodded. "I mean, he'd better know how to order a lap dance."

"Lap dance", sighed Chuck. "Oh hell no."

- - - -

Back in the apartment, Sarah was trying to console Chuck.

"Come on babe", Sarah sighed as she laid her head on Chuck's shoulder. "Cheer up. I promise. It won't be that bad."

"Not that bad", Chuck asked incredulously. "How can you say that? A roomful of horny men are going to be whistling and cheering as my wife takes off her top. What's good about that?"

"I'm not saying its good", Sarah smiled. "But you have to understand the difference. Right now if I took my top off for you, it would turn you on. Right?"

"Of course", replied Chuck.

"And it would turn me on", smiled Sarah. "It would turn me on that it turned you on. And I would predict that we would make love in short order. Right?"

Chuck nodded his head.

"At the club that won't happen", Sarah continued. "Do you understand the difference?"

Chuck shook his head no.

"The men might get turned on at the club", Sarah smiled. "But I won't be. I'll be secretly laughing at them. It won't lead to any love making. It won't be sexual at all. Understand the difference now?"

"Sure", smiled Chuck. "Here love making, there no love making."

"I think you got it", smiled Sarah. "Look Chuck. This is important to me. This is what I do. It's even more important to Carina because it's where she's lived for the past ten years. We have a chance to bust some very, very bad people. But it's also important to me that you be ok. Nothing is more important to me than that. This really has nothing to do with us or our relationship. Nothing that happens at that club can change how I feel about you. You're going to be the love of my life whither I do this or not. Do you believe that?"

"Yes", smiled Chuck. "I do."

"And I'm confident that nothing that happens as a result of me taking some clothes off will change the way you feel about me. Am I right?"

"Of course", smiled Chuck.

"So", smiled Sarah. "Will you at least go with us tonight with an open mind? Who knows, maybe you'll have a good time."

"You know I have a bad feeling about this", grumbled Chuck. "But ok, I'll try and keep an open mind."

"Great", Sarah smiled as she threw her arms around Chuck's neck. "Thank you babe."

"You're welcome", Chuck smiled as he kissed her. "Now, do you think we could test that taking off your shirt leading to love making theory?"

"Absolutely", whispered Sarah with a coy smile.

- - - -

Chuck was very surprised when they entered the club. He was expecting a dirty, dimly lit room with a bunch of men wearing overcoats. Instead he discovered a clean, well lit room. Many of the men were wearing jackets and ties. Except for the underdressed ladies walking around in every direction, the place could well have been mistaken for a sports bar. Casey, who was obviously comfortable with the surroundings, found them a table for four just off the main stage. Chuck was just getting over a mild argument with Sarah earlier about her style of dress, which he considered to slutty. He looked over to her to confirm that she wasn't still upset. Her returning smile assured him that everything was ok. The waitress arrived to take their order.

"Do you have Chivas Regal scotch", Casey asked the waitress.

"Yes sir", the waitress replied.

"I'll have that neat", Casey ordered.

"I'll just have a light beer", said Carina. "Whatever you have on tap."

"That would be Bud Lite", the waitress replied.

"Fine", smiled Carina.

"I think I'll have the same", said Sarah.

"What the hell", said Chuck. "I'll take the scotch. Make mine a double."

"Chuck", whispered Sarah in a concerned voice as their drinks arrived. "Are you sure? You're not used to drinking Scotch."

"I'm sure there's a lot of things going to happen tonight that I'm not used to", Chuck replied as he downed his drink. "Right Casey?"

"Right", smiled Casey as he held out his glass for Chuck to clink. "It looks like you need another drink."

"Chuck", whispered Sarah after Chuck downed two more drinks in quick succession. "Will you please slow down? You're going to get sick."

"Lighten up, Sarah", Chuck laughed loudly. "I'm drinking Scotch. You're not wearing a bra. It's party time."

After a few minutes Casey explained how the club worked.

"You see those ladies walking around", Casey instructed. "One by one they rotate up on the main stage for a song or two. Otherwise they walk around giving lap dances."

"What the hell is a lap dance", Chuck laughed.

"Wait right here", Casey smiled. "Let's see if we can hit you with some knowledge."

Casey walked up to one of the ladies and whispered in her ear. Chuck could see Casey hand the lady a bill and point to Chuck. After a moment she came over to the table.

"Hi", the dancer said softly. "My name's Summer. The big guy said you never have had a lap dance."

"Hi Summer", Chuck replied with a goofy smile. "Nope I sure haven't. You're very pretty. My name is Chuck by the way."

"Hi Chuck", smiled Summer as she straddled Chuck on his chair and began to unbutton her top. "Let's see if we can fix that."

The rest of the night was pretty much a blur to Chuck. All he could remember was Casey ordering him another drink every time his glass was empty and another dance every time his lap was empty. Chuck quickly lost count of how many of each. Even though Sarah was sitting next to him the entire night, Chuck didn't notice her building anger. Finally Carina, who was noticing Sarah's mood, spoke up.

"I think it's time that we got out of here", she said as she threw a dirty look at Casey.

Casey received the message loud and clear.

"Ok. I'll go get the car", he said as he virtually ran out of the club.

Chuck tried to put his arm around Sarah as they walked out of the club but she was much too quick for him. Instead Sarah grabbed Chuck's wrist and pulled him along.

"Sarah", Chuck whined. "You're kind of hurting my wrist."

- - - -

Even though Chuck had a lot to drink, he could tell that Sarah was pissed. Of course, it wasn't that hard. Casey could tell. Carina could tell. Passing traffic could tell that Sarah was pissed. She didn't say a word to Chuck on the drive home and sat on the other side of the seat as far away from him as she could get. As soon as they entered the apartment Chuck turned to Sarah.

"Babe, what's wrong", Chuck said softly.

"Really Chuck", hissed Sarah. "You're really asking me what's wrong. Well here's a list. First, you're drunk as a skunk. Second, there's the little matter of the four lap dances. Third, you looked to be enjoying them."

"Wait a minute", Chuck said back a little louder than he meant to. "This was totally your idea. I didn't want to go in the first place."

"It wasn't my idea for you to have four double Scotch's", Sarah responded.

"How else do you think I could have gotten through tonight", Chuck asked.

"It sure looked like you were doing fine to me", Sarah said loudly.

"What's that supposed to mean", Chuck asked harshly.

"Come on Chuck", hissed Sarah. "Four lap dances? I could see one or two but four?"

"I didn't ask for any of them", Chuck protested. "Casey kept sending girls over. What was I supposed to do?"

"Chuck", snapped Sarah. "Come on. I could see your face. At least when it wasn't stuck in some girl's chest. You were enjoying it. Tell me I'm wrong."

"What's the difference", Chuck yelled. "Isn't that what you wanted? For me to be fine with this. Isn't that what you're going to be doing? Explain it to me Sarah. I don't understand."

"Here's the difference dumb ass", Sarah snapped. "For me it's a job. I'm not going to enjoy it. You did. If I enjoyed it, then I would be cheating on you."

"Are you saying that I cheated on you", Chuck asked. "Because I thought you were sitting right there."

"In a way, yes", Sarah said. "In a way you cheated on me. You let another girl turn you on."

"Come on Sarah", sighed Chuck. "You know that I would never cheat on you. I'm trying to figure this out. You're going to have to help me. I can't see the difference between what I did tonight and what you're going to ask me to do on our assignment. And I'm not that drunk. I went to Stanford for goodness sake. I've been a lot drunker than this."

"The difference", snapped Sarah. "Is on our assigment you'll be working. As will I. If you get a lap dance, it will be as a cover. You won't enjoy it. You'd better not anyway."

"Come on Sarah", Chuck sighed. "I didn't enjoy it tonight. It was the most awkward time of my life. You think I was turned on? I was more turned on in the car going over there then I was in that club. Why do you think I enjoyed it? Because I had a smile on my face? I was trying to do what I'm going to be doing on our assignment? I was working on my cover. Isn't that why we went tonight? Aren't you going to be smiling when you're dancing?"

Sarah just stood staring for a long moment. Finally she spoke. "Chuck", sighed Sarah as tears filled her eyes. "Oh my God. I just did what I've been telling you all day not to do. I looked at your face and assumed you were having a good time."

Chuck nodded.

"Chuck", cried Sarah as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me."

Chuck held out his arms. Sarah quickly threw her face into Chuck's chest.

"Is this what it feels like", Sarah sobbed. "Is this what you're going to be feeling? It's awful. I've never understood it until just now. I can't make you feel like that Chuck. I can't. I won't do it. I'll call Beckman tomorrow and cancel. I can't put you through that.'

"Forget me for a minute", Chuck said softly. "Forget Beckman and your sense of duty. Do you think you can honestly do that? Talk to me. You know that I'll do anything for you. What do you want to do? Not Beckman. Not me. Just you."

"Chuck", Sarah said as she looked up at Chuck through her tears. "I joined the CIA to make a difference. This is important. If it were up to me I would do it. But I can't put you through that."

"Sarah", Chuck replied softly. "If it's what you really want to do, I'll get through it."

"Are you sure", Sarah whispered. "I don't expect you to."

"You have to know that the only place I wanted to be tonight", Chuck said softly. "Is cuddled with you on that couch. The hardest thing I'll ever have to do is watch you dancing. But yes. If that's what you want, I'm sure."

"I know it's hard", smiled Sarah. "But you'll get over it. You're too good of a person not to."

"It's still going to be hard", Chuck said softly. "The hard part is watching every eye on you. Knowing what they're thinking. I know because I've been there. I've had those same thoughts about you."

"Who cares what they think", Sarah said softly. "It doesn't matter what they think. Yes, men lust after me. That's true. I can't stop that. That's going to be true if I dance or if I go to the grocery store. The only way you're going to stop that is to keep me locked up in the apartment. But if I dance, we can use that lust and maybe stop some bad, bad people from doing evil things."

"Well" smiled Chuck. "I'll try. One thing for sure. If what I saw tonight is any indication, you're going to be a superstar."

"Thanks", smiled Sarah. "And I know you'll get through it because you know in your heart that you are the only man I'm ever going to be with for the rest of my life. Am I right?"

"Well" smiled Chuck. "If you're going to put it that way, then yes."

After a moment Chuck turned to Sarah. "Can I ask you a question", he asked?

"Sure", Sarah smiled.

"Have you done this before", Chuck stammered. "I mean, I'm not asking you for any details. I know that you can't tell me that. But just in general."

"I've never danced in a strip club", Sarah said sadly as she looked at the floor. "But if you're asking me if I've let men see me without many clothes for cover, then yes. I have. Many times."

Sarah looked up at Chuck. "I really hope that doesn't affect us", she whispered.

"Sarah", Chuck smiled. "I hope that, by now, you trust me enough to know the answer to that."

"I do", said Sarah as a smile crept on her lips.

Chuck stepped up to Sarah and hugged her. "I just want you to know that if you ever want to talk, I'm here", Chuck said. "No matter how awful you think it is, you can trust me. I'll understand."

"I know", smiled Sarah as she hugged him back. "It's so great. I've never had that before in my life. Now, I can't imagine not having it. I think I'm about ready to start taking you up on that."

"Anytime", smiled Chuck. "I'm not going to press you. Please just know that I'm here and that you can tell me anything."

"I do know", smiled Sarah as she pulled one of their kitchen chairs into the middle of the room.

"How about if I give you something to compare to your other four experiences", Sarah asked seductively as she pulled Chuck into the chair.

Chuck simply smiled up at her.

"Before I start", Sarah smiled. "I just to make sure that you understand the difference between tonight and what I'll be doing at the club. Right?"

"Of course", smiled Chuck. "I understand the difference. I don't have to pay you."

"No Chuck", giggled Sarah. "That's not the difference."

"I know", sighed Chuck. "Tonight is because you love me. I know that. Could we just get on with it please?"

"Good answer", smiled Sarah as she began to unbutton her blouse. "Besides. You are so going to pay me. Just not with money."

Chuck looked up at Sarah with his most dazzling grin.

"Enjoy the show."