A Special Order






Series: Kung Fu - TLC

Pairing: Strenlich/Blake

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Hunor

Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de

Summary: Strenlich has a special order for Blake.


Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.




"You immediately shall come to the Chief." With these words Detective Jody Powell welcomed her colleague Henry Blake to the service at the 101st precinct.


"What have you done wrong, dear?" Mary-Margaret Skalany asked. "It seemed to be rather urgent."


“Nothing,” Blake mumbled and walked over to Chief Strenlich’s office. He still had not quite reached it as  the door opened and Strenlich came out. "You’ll immideately get woman clothes and then wait for further instructions in our disguised apartment in the 16th street," he ordered.


Before Blake could protest, the door had closed again. He sighed. "Why just do I get always the transvestite surveillance’s?”


"Because, honey, you always make such a good figure in drag," Jody grinned.




Two hours later Blake restlessly walked up and down the apartment. He still didn't know why he actually was here. Till now no other colleague nor Strenlich himself had shown up. His feet were sore in the stilettos and the rubber of the too tight and far too short skirt pinched unpleasantly in his hips. He just wondered whether he should call the precinct or return to it. The whole thing perhaps had been settled and they only had forgotten to let him know.


At this moment the door opened and Frank Strenlich walked in. "Finally,” Blake said.


"I’m sorry. Captain Simms hold me back so long," Strenlich replied and got himself rid of his jacket and shoes, then reached for the zipper of his trousers.


"So what’s my order now? " Blake asked.


"To give it to me. Now and hot,” Strenlich replied and shoved his trousers off. "We haven’t done it this way since weeks now and privately I don't get you into a skirt. I’m so horny.”


"But we’re at service”, Blake protested. Although his protest stopped quickly

as he saw Frank’s impressive erection. He licked instinctively over his lips and bent immediately over the next table.


Impatiently Frank shoved Blake’s skirt high and dragged the briefs down. "Careful," Blake said because he had no intention of driving back to the precinct without anything to wear over his lower parts. It was far too cold for that. But he was too late, he already heard the break of the soft material as he spoke. How should he explain this to the guy who was responsible for the clothes for disguises?


Though, his worries vanished quickly as Strenlich pressed against and into him. “Yes,” he moaned. “Give it to me!”


Engaged with each other they didn't hear it in time when the door open and Captain Karen Simms voice came up: "Chief, Detective, I wanted to look myself how your special order proceeds."