This is my first try at this. Feed back would be great. This idea came to me while I was at work today.

None of the characters are mine. Just the story.

"I look ridiculous," I said to the man in front of me. "I don't mind being bait. But come on. This is really ridiculous."

"We need you to do this tonight."

"I look like a five dollar hooker!" I shouted at him as I twirled around so that he could get a full view. I was wearing knee high leather boots with a four inch heal, black hose, a leather mini skirt, and a red sequined halter top that scooped down in the front to just below my breast.

"I think that you look hot! And so will our FTA," he said to me with a wide smile.

"Really?" I asked as I walked over to Cal. "I'll bet that Tank would look better in this out fit."

"No way, Steph. You were meant for that outfit. Ella said that it screamed your name when she saw it."

"Ella needs a hearing aid," I said with a laugh as I grabbed my purse.

"Let's go get you wired, my dear," Cal said as he offered me his arm.

We walked out of my apartment on the fourth floor of the RangeMan building that I had been living in for the last four months. We hoped into the elevator and went one floor up. Cal twirled me into the control room where all of the guys had congregated to discuss their plan for the capture.

"This may not be a good idea," Tank said when he saw me. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"Nervous?" I asked.

"Definitely."

"You aren't nearly as nervous as I am. Look at this skirt! If I bend over, I'll be arrested for breaking at least four different laws!"

"You look amazing, Steph."

"Just give me the wire so that we can get this over with," I said as I put my hand out.

Tank handed me the wire and a few sticky pads. I turned to head towards the bathroom so that I could put on the wire and check my reflection.

"Need a hand?" Binkie shouted from behind Tank.

Binkie has startled me and I had dropped the wire. Pay back, Evil Stephanie whispered from the back of my head. I threw a wicked grin over my shoulder at Cal and slowly bent over at my waist to retrieve the wire from the floor. I slowly ran a hand up the back of my leg as I stood back up. You could have heard a pin drop as I left the room.

"That was really bad," Hal whispered to me as we drove to the club in one of the Broncos.

"I'm sorry."

"No. You aren't," he said as he shook his head.

"You're right. I'm not. It's the clothes."

"Huh?"

"The clothes bring out my feisty side. It's like playing a roll."

"Oh."

"You still don't get it, do you?" I asked as I climbed out of the Bronco infront of the club.

"You lost me some where along the line," Hal said as he put a small listening devise in my ear. "Junior is on the other end."

"Hey, Junior," I said.

"Hot Damn! Steph, you look incredible," Junior said in my ear.

I looked around the lot and spotted Junior sitting in a Ford F-150. I waved and he waved back. I did a little spin so that he could see the whole get up and said, "This could all be yours, Cowboy."

"Jesus," Junior whispered after I picked up my purse off the ground in the same fashion I had picked up the wire.

"Steph."

"Yes, Hal," I said as I turned back to him.

"Quit distracting the guy and go get our FTA."

"Fine," I said and spun around and went into the club.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing outside the club watching Tank and Hal cart off their FTA. I looked longingly back at the club. I really wanted to go dancing. I never get to go out that much anymore. Sure, I go out with the Merry Men all the time, but they never go dancing. I just wanted one night out.

"You want to go dancing, don't you?" Cal said from behind me.

"Of course I do. That's why I hate doing this. I never get to go dancing in the clubs that we go to. I always have a job to do. Ranger gets pissed if I try to dance."

"I'll take you out, Steph," Cal said as he ushered me back to the Bronco.

"Really?"

"Sure. We just have to stop back at the office so that I can change. I'll take you out to my favorite club," Cal said as he helped me into the Bronco.

"You like to dance?" I asked when Cal climbed behind the wheel.

"Yep. I haven't been out in a couple of months. I use to go out all the time with my last girlfriend," Cal said as he steered us back to RangeMan.

"If you laugh, I'm not taking you out," Cal said from inside the bathroom.

"Just get out here. You're waisting valuable dance time," I shout to him.

The door slowly opened and Cal stepped out. Whoa! He was wearing black leather pants that had a hint of blue when the light reflected off of them. They hugged every delicious curve. He had incredible legs that he had been hiding under his RangeMan cargos all this time. He was also wearing a blue shirt that he left unbuttoned to reveal a white tank top that clung to his body like a second layer of skin. Yum!

"Steph?"

"Let's hit the road," I said as I grabbed my purse off the kitchen counter.

"In a hurry?" Cal asked as we stepped onto the elevator.

"I'm single, I'm feisty, and you are looking way to good right now," I said as I started fanning myself with my hand. "Is it warm in here?"

"No, Steph," Cal said as he took my hand in his.