That evening, Jamie, Eddie, Erin, Henry, Nicky (Erin's daughter from her marriage to Jack Boyle), and the eldest Reagan son, Danny (and his son, Sean) celebrated Frank's birthday at Jamie and Eddie's apartment.
All throughout the evening, Jamie, Eddie, and Henry made knowing glances to each other. A few hours before the party, Eddie had been Jamie and Henry's plaything, fucking her husband while his grandfather watched and then sucking the old man off while Jamie pressed his thumb into her asshole.
Frank kept the story of his own sexual tryst that morning to himself, but couldn't stop thinking about the expert blowjob that Baker had given him.
The party was still going when Sean made his way towards the door, putting on his coat. His father stopped him before he could exit.
"Hey! Where d'you think you're going?" Danny asked.
"Dad, it's 8:30. I told Neil and Eric I'd be over to study by 9. We got a big test tomorrow," Sean said.
"So you're bailing on your granddad's birthday party?"
"What? I need an A or I'm going to flunk the semester," Sean said.
Danny was a great detective and he could sense that something wasn't 100% true about whatever Sean was saying. But he was also the kind of father who wanted his sons to know he trusted them.
"Alright, well, give your grandfather a hug and then get out of here. I'll meet you back home. Curfew is midnight, not a minute after, got that?" Danny said.
"No problem," Sean said as he made his way back towards the dining area where the rest of the family was sitting. He hugged his grandpa, wished him a happy birthday, and made his way out the door.
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Sean wasn't going to study with Eric and Neil, though. Instead, he was off to a club.
His buddy Neil had been telling him all about it: Club Dynamite. It was downtown and somewhat of a secret. There were strippers. There were cheap drinks. And Neil's uncle Hector was one of the silent partners, which meant they'd have no problem getting in and getting served, even though they were only 18.
Sean knew that he was breaking the law and that Hector was a sketchy dude - the rumor at school was that he was connected to a major crime syndicate - but he also didn't want his friends to think he was a "goody two-shoes" just because he was a Reagan. Plus, he'd never been to a strip club before and he was dying to go.
Arriving at the club, the three boys saw Neil's uncle Hector sitting at a nice round table in the corner with a topless stripper at his side. Near the table stood 2 bodyguards in all black, sporting dark sunglasses and surveying the club at all times. Hector handed the stripper a $100 bill, kissed her on the cheek, and off she went. Hector pointed to the opened seats and gestured for the boys to sit down. Hector raised his arm, signaling for a waitress from the bar.
Sean couldn't believe what he was seeing. The club was dark but lively, bumping with loud music. On various stages, beautiful women danced topless, some bottomless as well, shaking their chests and asses for men of all ages, most of whom were waving 10s and 20s. The more he examined the scene around him, the more he noticed that in some corners, there were women rather openly giving men handjobs and even blowjobs.
When the waitress arrived, Sean was stunned.
It wasn't just that she was very attractive and wearing the shortest skirt possible with a top that was easily two sizes too small or that her make-up was extra slutty or that the stockings she wore reminded him of the stuff he'd only ever seen in his dad's hidden porno mag stash, but that he recognized her. It wasn't just some cocktail waitress in a seedy strip club - it was his dad's partner, Detective Maria Baez.
"Oh shit, she must be under cover," he thought.
Baez recognized Sean immediately. She'd met him countless times. She knew he was only 18 and shouldn't have been there. They locked eyes.
"Um...I'll take a...a...Coke, I guess," Sean stammered.
"A Coke?" Hector asked with a laugh. "No, no, young man, what you need is a Jack and Coke. Make that 3. One for each of my boys here," he continued. He slipped Baez an extra $20 and sent her off to get the drinks.
"What did you think of her? She's new here. Just started last week," Hector said.
"Very pretty," Sean said. His buddies nodded in agreement.
"I haven't had the pleasure of getting too acquainted with her personally...but I'm sure I will sooner than later. I like to sample the girls myself," Hector told the boys.
Baez returned with the drinks. As she was putting them down, she accidentally-on-purpose spilled a little bit on Sean's pants.
"Oooh, I'm so sorry!" she said.
"You dumb bitch!" Hector shouted. Hector stood for his seat.
"Hey! It's no big deal, just a little wet," Sean said, standing up at the table as well.
"Here...please...let me help," Baez grabbed a stack of paper napkins and started wiping down the front of Sean's pants. She wasn't surprised to feel his erection. After all, they were in a strip club with multiple naked women dancing around on stage. She looked up at him, using just her eyes to convey that she needed him to play along with whatever she said.
"I'm so sorry, sir...but maybe...I can make it up to you in the back?" Baez said, nodding towards the private dance area. This was all Hector needed to here. Hector sat back down.
"Yea...yeah, you do that. I don't need my customers sending me their dry cleaning bills," Hector said, going back to focusing on the other dancers.
Baez led Sean to the back of the club. There, in a private room, she could speak openly about what she was doing there. She closed the curtain behind them and Sean took a seat.
"That guy you're with is Hector Garcia. He's one of the biggest cocaine dealers in the whole city. I've been here undercover trying to get close to him all week. But what I'm wondering is how you ended up here," she said.
"Well...uh...see...my friend Neil...well, he says Hector is his uncle and he was saying how fun this place is and one thing led to another and..."
"And you decided to tag along?" Baez asked. "You know your father would kill you if he found out you were here."
"I know...I'm really sorry...I promise I'll come up with an excuse and just get out of here...but please, don't tell my dad," Sean begged.
Baez thought for a minute. She had an idea. After spending a week trying to get some sort of hard evidence against Hector, she had little to show for her efforts. Maybe Sean could help. She told Sean her plan and sent him back out to the table.
Sean nervously approached Hector.
"Wow...you're back fast. She's either very good...or very bad," Hector laughed, staring off at other dancers and taking a sip of his drink. Sean's friends chuckled nervously.
"Actually...all she did was dance...I mean, she was very good, don't get me wrong, but when I tried to...y'know...go further?...She said she needed something to get her in the mood," Sean said.
"Something to get her in the mood?" Hector asked. He was a little suspicious.
"Yeah...y'know...like, maybe something that could give us a little boost?" Sean asked. He then wiped his nose, making it even more obvious what he was asking for.
"Oooh...now I see...she wants some candy, eh?" Hector said.
Sean smiled and nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Candy. But, like, for your nose?"
Hector reached into his front pocket and pulled out a small vial of cocaine. He held it out for Sean to grab, but as Sean reached for it, Hector pulled it back.
"Not sooo faaaaast," Hector said in a sing-songy voice. He opened up the vial and laid out a line of cocaine.
"I've got a better idea. You say the waitress is a great dancer, eh? Well, I demand a performance," Hector said, snorting the line off the table. Hector and Sean's friends slid over, making room for Sean to sit right back down with them. Hector motioned towards one of the bodyguards standing near, who bent over to hear Hector's whispered instructions.
The bodyguard walked towards the back room and returned with Baez. She eyed Hector with a look of annoyance and then looked over to Sean.
"Hey, I thought you were just getting a gift for me and would be right back. What? I'm not your type no more?" she asked.
Hector let out a laugh.
"Oh, you're definitely his type. But if you're looking for a gift, mamacita, you were asking the wrong man. See, if this here is the North Pole, I'm Santa Claus," Hector said, shaking the vial of cocaine in front of her.
"Looks good...but I'm going to need more than that to party all night," Baez said.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. There is fun to be had. And you have to earn your present," Hector said. "Neil...you and your friend go mingle. Me and...Sean, is it?...Me and Sean are going to get to know each other and this waitress a little better."
Neil and Eric left the table, leaving Sean and Hector. Baez took a seat right next to Sean. With the other two boys gone, Baez figured they'd be getting down to business. But why keep Sean around?
"Alright, Sean...you've got your woman now. What do you want her to do?" Hector asked the boy with a smile.
"Uh...I...I..." Sean stammered. He was blanking. Baez knew she needed to save him or else the whole plan would fall apart.
"Be easy on the boy, I think it's his first time," Baez said. She was right. The farthest Sean had ever been was first base after a Homecoming dance. Baez nuzzled up to him, kissing him on the cheek.
"Just go with it," she whispered in his ear.
Baez reached down and started rubbing the front of Sean's pants and continued to plant kisses on his neck. Every now and then, she glanced over to Hector. He wasn't impressed.
"Oh, come on, now, look around you, dear. You're going to have to go further than that if you want me to give you what you're asking for," Hector said. This had become a game to him. He had become suspicious and thought, by law, no police officer - if that's what she was - could actually prostitute herself for cocaine. Even in the dark corners of a crowded bar, she wasn't going to turn a trick. In court, Hector could destroy her case by having Sean testify that she'd willingly participated in a sexual activity in exchange for drugs.
What he didn't account for was that Baez and Sean were working together and Sean would never admit to what occurred. But these thoughts weren't fully formed at that moment. At that moment, Sean was trying his best not to get hard as Baez rubbed the front of his jeans and gave him the first hickey of his life.
Baez reassured Sean again in a whisper that it would all be okay and then started unzipping his pants.
"Oh...uh...I'm...I don't..." Sean stammered, embarrassed about having his dick exposed in public. The table was in the darkest corner of the club, but there were still loads of people around.
"Relax, baby," Baez said as she began stroking his dick. While she stroked, she looked Hector in the eye. He nodded in approval.
Sean's body naturally eased as Baez stroked his hardening cock.
"You like that, baby? Oh, I know you do...I feel it getting harder," Baez said.
