A/N: A/N: The operation really begins! Olivia and Elliot get a little...frisky, and Elliot shows his dominant side! (just a bit) Hope you are all still interested in reading about it! TStabler© took the beginning! She ends at the line. x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x.© begins there.

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Elliot rested a hand on Olivia's lower back, guiding her to the red and black leather seats near the bar. The found the other couple, the other detectives, and sat near them, give off the impression that they were just randomly meeting in the club. Elliot ordered a round of drinks, Olivia shot him coy, sexy, glances. They needed to get attention, and they needed to get it fast.

"You ever been in a place like this?" Detective Garrison, the male from the other precinct, asked, sipping his mixed drink.

Olivia scoffed. "I had nightmare once. Elliot was a vampire and...never mind."

"Hey," Elliot laughed. "I would actually like to hear this."

"Later," Olivia said, winking at him. She looked around at the people on the dance floor, then looked at Elliot. "Guy in the red suit," she whispered. "He seems rather close to everyone."

Elliot sipped his beer, smirking. "Let's go make a friend, Liv," he said. He nodded to the other couple, then led Olivia to the dance floor. "You do realize, that you in that dress, and those shoes, is making this job really easy, don't you?"

Olivia laughed as Elliot pulled her close, and they tried to imitate the jerky, grinding movements the people in the club considered dancing, attempting to fit in. "See how easy it is when we have to smack the shit out of each other."

"As long as you promise to kiss me and make it all better," Elliot joked, "You can beat me up."

"Shh," Olivia hushed, working her hips into him harder. "He's watching us," she whispered.

The man in the red suit was drawing closer to them, but Elliot seemed to forget they were working. His arms wrapped around her, his hands tugging at the fabric of her vampiric dress, sliding up her legs, and he swallowed back hard, looking her in the eyes. He pulled on her body, roughly, hiking one leg up, wrapping it around him, grinding into her. "Shit, Liv," he whispered, dropping his lips top her neck. "We really shouldn't be doing this," he mumbled, nibbling at her flesh.

"El," Olivia gasped, one word, one breath, as she moved to the music, feeling him hard against her, causing great friction and incredible tension. She clutched the back of his head and threw her head back, exposing more of her neck to him, which he gladly licked and kissed and nipped at.

Opening his eyes, just slightly, Elliot noticed the man in the red suit watching them intently, a clear expression of interest and arousal on his face. The man snapped his fingers at someone beside him, then pointed to Olivia and Elliot. "Got him," he whispered as he bit on Olivia's earlobe.

"Good," Olivia breathed on a moan, rocking her hips into him. "So fucking good," she groaned.

Elliot chuckled, moving his hands to her hips, sliding them around, cupping her ass. "Baby," he whispered, "This is gonna get messy," he warned. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to..."

"Shut the fuck up, Elliot," Olivia growled, pulling him down toward her. She kissed him, hard and fast, and with great passion, as she clutched him tighter, silently begging him to move faster.

Elliot smirked against her lips, drawing his hand down, slipping it under her dress. He pressed his thumb against her clit through her soaked silk panties and he felt her let go, tensing up, wrapping around him tight. Their kiss intensified and she moaned, high and fast, into his mouth, a sure sign she was cumming. "Good girl," Elliot praised as he kissed her, trying to calm himself down.

As soon as Olivia's leg fell from around him, she looked at him, her eyes dark, her body glowing with a slight, light, sheen of sweat. "Holy shit," she whispered, gazing into his eyes.

"Yeah," Elliot nodded. "And it ain't over. Not even close." He jerked his head and he and Olivia both looked at the man in the red suit. He was smirking evilly at them, and he nodded at them. Still looking at the man, Elliot began to move his hands over Olivia again, feeling her shudder. He kissed her deeply, hard, and peeled her off the wall. He whispered into her ear, "It's show time."

"Oh, like what just happened wasn't part of the show," Olivia whispered, still trying to breath calmly.

Elliot looked at her and smirked. "Actually, that was for me," he said, "And you." He took her hand and pulled her toward the man in red, who was still grinning evilly at them.

The man held out a hand. "Good evening," he said, shaking Elliot's hand. "I've been watching the both of you, and I think you'll enjoy the party upstairs much more than the one down here. It's a higher class of people, and you two will be free, as you clearly need to be, to...explore."

"Explore?" Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow. "Explore what?"

The man in the red suit laughed. "Each other, of course," he said. "Come upstairs with me," he demanded. "We're gonna play a little game."

Even though they didn't like the sound of that, they knew it was part of the job and they had to do it. So they followed the man up the stairs.

The man in the red suit took them up to the top floor of the large building, then to a suite with the numbers 2019 engraved on the door. They watched him grab a key out of his pocket, on a long gold chain, and unlock the door. He opened the door to reveal a gigantic suite. With a king size bed to their right and the room had cameras, to get a perfect view of each and every angle of the bed.

It sent a shiver down Olivia's spine. She didn't like the idea of being video taped while engaging in sexual activities.

Elliot sensed her anxiety and caressed the back of her hand in soothing circles with his thumb. His way of silently telling her that it was going to be okay.

"Now, you two are clearly comfortable performing in front of an audience, so strip!" the man ordered, harshly. When he sensed Olivia's hesitation, he ordered again, this time louder and more harsh.

Both Elliot and Olivia nodded, Elliot staying true to his character and smirking, and they slowly undressed each other.

"Aw, how sweet. Now, my girl, Simon says touch his... oh, hello, someone's excited there, buddy," the man laughed as he notice Elliot's erection.

Elliot couldn't help it as he stared at Olivia's naked body, which he claimed was absolutely perfect. He bit his bottom lip as to not show embarrassment in front of the man.

"Okay, now the real fun begins that is," he chuckled evilly, sending another shiver down Olivia's spine. "This is a party after all," he said, gesturing to the curtained off areas of the room. They listened, and it was clear that other couples were playing this game as well. "Now, lovely lady, Simon says kneel down."

Olivia looked into Elliot's eyes before doing as she was told.

Just as Olivia kneeled down in front of Elliot's naked body, the man, who they still didn't know the name of, moved around the room, turning on the cameras.

In the short time the man was turned away, Elliot caressed her cheek and whispered, "I love you, no matter what. It's gonna be okay."

Nodding, Olivia just leaned into his loving touch until the man clearing his throat made them unwillingly pull apart from one another.

"No touching! Not until I say 'Simon says'!" the man barked angrily, turning on the last camera. The last one was hidden. Hidden in the ceiling above the bed.

"Why the Hell are we playing Simon says?" Olivia retorted.

"I'm Simon! And you're doing as I say!" the man replied, getting even more frustrated with the pair. He then unzipped his own pants and let them drop to the floor, revealing that he had nothing underneath. "You, on the bed, now!"

Elliot moved over to the bed and sat on the edge.

"Call her over to you," Simon said, smirking. "Make her crawl."

Elliot quirked an eyebrow and looked at Olivia. Trying not to laugh, he barked, "Come here! Now!" He saw her tilt her head and said, "On your hands and knees."

Olivia rolled her eyes and crawled toward the bed, glancing at the man in red.

"And you, my girl, look at him, not me," the man named Simon barked.

Olivia turned back to Elliot, only to have his penis in her face. But she much preferred Elliot's in her face then the sicko's who was watching them. She sighed and the man, who said his name was 'Simon', cleared his throat again, bringing her out of her reverie.

"Simon says, make her take your cock into her right hand," he grinned, showing his perfect straight teeth.

Olivia looked into Elliot's eyes and watched him discreetly nod, his eyes darkening, as he reached for her right hand and placed it on his stiffened rod. Olivia looked up at him as she took a hold of his member in her right hand.

"Good, good," Simon said. "You can follow instructions. I like that. Maybe you will be a good candidate after all, my girl."

"Candidate for what?" Olivia asked confused. Elliot's dick twitched in her hand.

"Just shut up and follow my instructions. Maybe I will tell you," Simon ordered once again.

Olivia looked back up at Elliot and waited for the next instruction. They were getting what they needed, collecting evidence, she kept telling herself that.

"Lick the tip of his cock," Simon ordered next.

Exhaling a deep breath, Olivia licked the very tip of Elliot's penis and in return, Elliot couldn't help but close his eyes and moan and thrust himself closer to her mouth. Upon opening his eyes again, he gave her a silent apologetic look, that he knew only Olivia would understand. She gave a grin and a slight nod in response. Maybe they were enjoying this after all.

"Good, good," Simon grinned, slightly aroused. "Now, take him completely into your mouth, suck him."

Olivia's eyes opened wide. If she took all of Elliot's penis into her mouth, she'd surely choke. He was a very big boy in that area. She tilted her head and wrapped her wet mouth around his member, moving slowly down, taking him in as best she could.

Elliot's head dropped backward and he groaned, running his fingers through her hair. "Holy shit," he gasped, trying not to buck his hips. He didn't want to hurt her.

Simon nodded with a big grin as he pleasured himself at the same time. "That's very nice. Very, very nice. Now lick him, love!" He yelled at Elliot, "Tell her what to do! Pull her hair! Treat her like the good little sex-toy she is!"

"Oh, God, suck me, baby," Elliot said, his composure faltering. "Lick me," he said harshly, tugging on her hair. "And watch the fucking teeth," he added with another pull of her hair, trying to play the part.

Moaning around his rod, Olivia nodded and began to lick the under side of his shaft. She continued to pleasure Elliot, sucking and licking, until he, and Simon, came.

Simon cleaned himself up, threw Elliot a towel, then bent down and grabbed a check book out of his coat. "Now how much are you selling her for?" he asked Elliot, his pen posed in his hand to write.

Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, wide-eyed. Then Elliot's eyes narrowed, and he smirked. One down, two to go. They heard a key slip into the lock, then, and the door opened at that moment, and Elliot and Olivia's faces fell when they saw who walked in. Maybe this wasn't as over as they thought.

A/N: Who is this Simon? Who walked into the room? What does Elliot say in response to the question of 'buying' Olivia? What does Simon make them do next? And who is at the top of drug/sex food chain? Find out next...if you want it. Review here or leave us a note on Twitter. TStabler© is TMG212. x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x© is XPurpleStormX.