It was Friday - Beca's favourite day of the week. Not because it was the last day of work. No, Friday was Beca's favourite day because, at six o'clock at night, the tiny brunette would head downtown to The Benbow Babe - a privately owned strip club, which was strictly members only. Beca had been going there for the past year. She had gone to multiple strip clubs in the past but none of them were as good as The Benbow Babe. Beca was very fond of the female form. The brunette always had trouble figuring out her sexuality, until now of course. She had been told at a young age that girls and boys go together since it was the natural order of things and anyone who strays from that natural order is abnormal. When Beca was a little girl she thought that girls were pretty. She didn't properly understand her emotions since her brain was still developing and she was learning new things but when she got to that age where she was able to experience sexual feelings and thoughts, Beca knew that she was one of those people who strayed away from the "natural" order.
She kept her feelings a secret though. She would fantasise about girls and before she knew it, she had her very first crush. She had a hard time understanding it but it was there. She didn't do anything about it, however. She just stared at the girl and wished to hold her hand but that was the extent of it. When Beca entered high school, she fell hard for one girl who was gorgeous. Beca had never felt this level of fondness for someone before in her life. She wasn't sure to think of it. She both liked it and hated it. She liked looking at the girl but she hated how small she felt around her. Not physically, but metaphorically. Having a crush was like actually being crushed to Beca. She gave all of her power to this girl without knowing it. It was draining but Beca didn't know what to do until she decided to try and make some kind of move on the girl, which was just Beca trying to befriend her at first.
Beca thought it was a great idea - subtle without raising suspicion. However, she wasn't as subtle about it as she would have liked and it backfired. BADLY. Beca got teased relentlessly about having feelings for this girl but Beca denied it. Bullying was the worst and Beca made sure to stay away from the girl as much as possible. She dared not to even look at the girl she was that scared of being picked on again. She still had a crush on the girl all throughout high school and even a bit after she left but it soon faded away. If it was meant to be then Beca would have had her but she didn't and once she came to terms with that, Beca moved on and she was okay with it.
Years later, Beca Mitchell was one of the most successful music producers in the world. She had won multiple awards and was talked about more than any other music producer in the Twenty-first Century. The world was at her feet and it was great until Beca began feeling small again. She had fallen for someone and she didn't like it but she couldn't stay away. Beca went to The Benbow Babe every Friday to deal with her feelings. She would get greeted by the bouncer who opened the door for her and escorted her to her own VIP area where the brunette would be given the five-star treatment with complimentary champagne, which was soon changed to whiskey. Beca was more of a spirit person than a bubbly one. Beca would kick back on the couch with her whiskey and watch women of all different shapes and sizes dance and Beca appreciated each and every one of them.
Now, despite going to a strip club every Friday, Beca wasn't some perve who crept on women. She loved looking at the female body and watching them move to the slow, sensual beats that played throughout the club. Going to strip clubs was Beca's solace, second to her making music. Beca got aroused every now and then, especially when the dancers removed their bras but nothing set Beca off more than one particular dancer that encapsulated Beca and transported her into her own little world. The dancer had long red hair and bright blue eyes. She was thin but had the hourglass figure. Her skin was pale but not as pale as Beca's. She was simply beautiful and every time she came out onto the stage, all of Beca's attention went to her and it stayed that way until the dancer walked off. She was clearly one of the clubs best dancers. Red Menace was her name.
Beca knew it was absolutely ridiculous to catch feelings for a stripper. She was sure that she and a bunch of other people had caught feelings for the beautiful redhead but Beca knew her feelings were different. She didn't look at the dancer with lust, she looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and that it was just the two of them in the club. Beca hadn't expected to develop feelings for the woman, she actually wished she hadn't since she swore never to catch feelings again after what happened to her in high school but she was powerless to change that now. The redhead had her from the get-go and Beca knew from that moment that she was doomed. For the first few months when she started coming to The Benbow Babe, Beca remained in her VIP area and simply watched the dancers. She didn't request a private session with any of them.
Beca was so respected in the club that the manager would always bring out his best dancers for Beca to make sure that she had a good time, as well as making sure they had Beca's favourite brand of whiskey ready for her. Usually, the dancers would go around to customers and ask them if they wanted a private dance but not with Beca. Beca wanted to be left alone and if she wanted a private dance she would ask for one. It wasn't until four months of going to the club that Beca plucked up the courage to get a private dance and of course, it had to be given by the redhead. The manager gave Beca the best private room there was. It was large with a Chesterfield couch against the wall. Next to the couch was a small table that supported a fresh glass with two ice cubes and a full bottle of whiskey.
The music producer was told to make herself comfortable as Red Menace got herself ready. Beca was nervous but as soon as she saw the beautiful redhead in person, Beca was lost. After her first private dance, Beca was hooked. Every Friday Beca requested an hour-long dance from the redhead, which ALWAYS went by too fast. The hour only felt like minutes to Beca but that didn't stop her from having a good time. This Friday was different from every other Friday though. This Friday marked the one-year anniversary that Beca started coming to The Benbow Babe, meaning that her hour lapdance from Red Menace was free but Beca didn't care. She was a multi-millionaire so money was never an issue for her. She would have gladly paid thousands of dollars if that meant she got Red Menace all to herself.
Like every Friday, Beca sat in the private room and waited for Red Menace. Thankfully, Beca didn't have to wait long for the dancer to enter the room. Beca had to swallow her drool when she saw the green lace bra set that Red Menace was wearing. The woman always looked so good in green - it was Beca's favourite.
"Happy one-year anniversary, Miss Mitchell," the dancer purred.
"Thank you, and it's Beca," the artist reminded her kindly.
"Well, Beca," the woman put her hands on Beca's legs and leaned down, making Beca gulp at the contact and the sight of her cleavage. "Are you ready for your hour special?"
"I am."
"Good. Sit back and relax." Red Menace poured Beca's whiskey, handed it to her, then turned on the music and began dancing.
Beca took a sip of her drink as she lost herself in the woman's moves. Beca's eyes never left the dancer's body. She couldn't have torn them away if she tried. Red Menace was an extremely talented dancer and Beca could clearly see why she was one of the best. Beca had the means to ask the woman for her real name but always shyed away at the last minute but since it was her one-year anniversary of being a loyal member, she thought that maybe the dancer would be more willing to share. Dancers were given strict instructions not to give any personal details about themselves to their clients, even their real names. Since the club was strictly members only and the people who came to The Benbow Babe were people of high status with either loads of money, fame, or both, they respected the dancers more than regular people would have at regular clubs.
Taking a mouthful of her whiskey, Beca finally opened her mouth to speak to the dancer who was currently bending over, giving Beca a perfect view of her ass.
"What's your name?" Beca asked.
"Red Menace."
"I mean what's your real name?"
The dancer didn't answer straight away.
"I know you're not allowed to tell your customers but... I don't like calling you Red Menace and you don't need to worry, I won't call you by your real name in front of anyone. It'll be our little secret."
Red Menace didn't know what to do. She never thought someone would ask her name like this. A few people had but she always turned them down and they didn't bother her any more. But Beca was different because the dancer had developed the hugest of crushes on Beca. Beca was different from anyone she had ever met. She didn't know Beca personally but whenever Beca came to see her, the brunette would treat her so differently from anyone else in the club. She would treat her like an actual person instead of an exotic dancer. Friday's were the redhead's favourite day just as much as Beca's, if not more. Red Menace would always put in an extra effort for Beca and she loved the way Beca would just watch her. For the first time in her dancing career, Red Menace felt special and felt like she was more than just a dancer.
"Chloe," the woman spoke. "My name is Chloe."
"Chloe..." Beca whispered and it sent chills down the redhead's spine. "That's a beautiful name."
"Thank you, Beca."
Beca smiled, loving the way her name came out of Chloe's mouth.
"Is this a full-time job for you?" Beca asked as she continued to watch Chloe dance for her.
"Yes."
"Is this what you always wanted to do?"
Chloe paused. "No."
"What did you really want to do?"
"I wanted to be a singer actually."
"A singer?"
"Yes. I used to be apart of an a capella group in college."
"A capella? Wow. That's impressive. Did you like it?"
"I loved it."
"So how did you end up here then?"
"Well, once I left college I needed work and unfortunately, my music degree didn't open many doors for me so I found this place and because of my previous dancing experience with a capella, they hired me and I've been here ever since."
"How long have you been here for?"
This was the most talkative Beca and Chloe ever had with each other and Beca was beginning to wonder why she didn't talk to the redhead sooner.
"Two years," Chloe answered.
"Good money?"
"Yes. Very good."
Beca nodded then groaned low in her throat when Chloe sat on her lap and rolled her hips onto Beca's. The redhead grabbed Beca's hands and put them on her thighs then folded her arms around the artist's neck.
"You can touch me, you know?" Chloe said. "I know there's a no touching policy but there's a special exception for you."
"Do you let all of your other personal clients touch you?"
Chloe was a little offended by the question but she chose to brush it off.
"No."
Beca was relieved. She didn't like the thought of anyone else touching her dancer.
"Good."
Chloe bit down on her smile then grabbed Beca's hands and pulled them behind her so the brunette could unclip Chloe's bra. Beca always got so nervous doing this. Chloe was allowing Beca to remove her lingerie - a privilege that nobody else got. It was a simple task but to Beca, it was rocket science. She had to do it perfectly or else it would be ruined and she would have felt like the world's biggest failure. Thankfully, Beca successfully unclipped Chloe's bra and slowly pulled the straps down her arms then removed the item. Chloe sat back and showed off her perky and supple breasts to the brunette who went beet red, which wasn't uncommon. Beca always had the same reaction when seeing Chloe's boobs and Chloe found it both endearing and cute.
Chloe stifled her giggle then got a spike of confidence when she grabbed the back of Beca's head and pulled it forward, smothering Beca's face with her boobs.
"Oh my God..." Beca groaned, feeling like she was going to expire.
Chloe giggled and raked her hand through Beca's soft, chocolate locks. She let Beca get used to the feeling before taking Beca's hands and shifting them from her legs to her backside.
"Oh..." Beca whimpered and just managed to get the energy to squeeze Chloe's ass, making the redhead groan.
"Take my panties off, baby," Chloe whispered and Beca was certain that she was doing to die.
Beca had to take several breaths before she took her wobbly hands and gripped Chloe's lacy underwear and began to pull it down. Chloe's heart was beating a million miles an hour. Chloe never got fully naked for clients before. The most she took off was her bra and that was it. Her underwear always stayed on but again, Beca was different. Chloe wanted to take her underwear off for Beca multiple times in the past but never got the courage to do so, but it was Beca's one-year anniversary so it was different.
Chloe reluctantly moved off of Beca's lap so the artist could remove her underwear properly and once they were around her ankles, Chloe stepped out of them and watched Beca gaze at her naked complexion. Chloe was in love with how Beca was looking at her. It was as if Beca hadn't seen a naked woman before - she couldn't stop looking at the woman and drinking her in.
"You're so beautiful..." Beca said without thinking.
"Oh," Chloe whimpered and felt tears surfacing in her eyes but she quickly blinked them back and returned to Beca's lap for her dance. "Here," Chloe took her underwear and tucked them into the pocket of Beca's leather jacket. "For you."
"Are you trying to kill me?"
Chloe breathed a laugh and continued to grind down on Beca's lap. Beca's groans were out of her control but Chloe wasn't complaining. She loved hearing those noises escape from Beca's mouth. Chloe tried her utmost to get Beca to make those sounds. She lived for those sounds and she was the only one who could make Beca make them. The thought of anyone else getting Beca to make them made Chloe's stomach knot but thankfully for her, Beca didn't want anyone else to get her to make those noises.
"Touch me, baby," Chloe purred in Beca's ear.
Beca didn't know what to do so Chloe helped her out and put Beca's hands on her breasts. Beca held them stationary for a while until she clenched her fingers down and squeezed. Chloe whimpered and pushed her chest forward, sending her breasts further into Beca's hands. Beca squeezed again then looked up at Chloe who was looking down at the brunette desperately. Beca searched Chloe's beautiful baby blue's then looked down at her lips that were parted so Chloe could take in short, intense breaths through her mouth. Beca's eyes flicked up to Chloe's then back to her lips. She did that several times before Chloe slid her hands up Beca's neck so they rested at the base of her jaw. Beca didn't realise Chloe had stopped moving on her lap until she leaned forward and put her mouth on Chloe's. The redhead cupped Beca's face properly as they shared their first kiss. It started off soft but then intensified with tongue and lip biting, causing both women to groan.
Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe, pressing the dancer's body into hers, and held her tightly as they kissed. Chloe held Beca's face so their lips couldn't part. They made out for a solid minute until Beca broke her lips off Chloe's and started peppering Chloe's neck with her kisses. Chloe closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she enjoyed Beca's lips on her hot skin.
"Oh, Beca..." Chloe groaned.
"You're so beautiful, Chlo..."
Desperate for another kiss, Chloe grabbed Beca's face and kissed her hard. Beca let Chloe do as she wished until they needed to part for air.
"Best hour ever," Beca panted.
Chloe laughed as did Beca.
"Would I be taking it too far if I asked you out to dinner?"
Chloe looked at Beca perplexed, not sure why Beca would want to take her out to dinner.
"W, why?"
"Because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met and I can't stop thinking about you."
"But... I'm a stripper..."
"So?"
Chloe didn't have a response.
"I want to take you out on a date if you'll have me?" Beca was so sweet in her asking that Chloe couldn't help but swoop down and kiss her again.
"Yes," Chloe uttered between kisses. "Yes, I'll have you."
"Fantastic," Beca smiled and kissed Chloe back. "When does your shift end?"
"Not until midnight. Friday's, Saturday's, and Sunday's are my biggest days."
"If all goes well with our date, you may not have to work here much longer."
Chloe's heart swelled and it made her hug the brunette. Beca had no idea how much Chloe wanted to leave The Benbow Babe. Even though the money was good, Chloe hated working as a stripper. Men would constantly look at her as a piece of meat rather than a human being but she had a strong feeling that she wouldn't have to go through that anymore.
"Dinner Monday?" Beca asked.
"Yes," Chloe pulled back and smiled at the brunette. "I'd love to."
"Great," Beca beamed then gave Chloe another kiss before Chloe looked at the time.
"Your hour is up."
Both women's heart sunk but it wasn't all bad since they were going to see each other again in two days time.
"I'll see you on Monday." Beca kissed Chloe again before the redhead moved off of Beca's lap, allowing the artist to stand.
"You will." Chloe grabbed a robe that was hanging on the wall and wrapped it around herself.
"Oh, here," Beca reached into her pocket and pulled out Chloe's underwear.
"Keep them," Chloe said, slipping them back into Beca's pocket. "They're all yours."
Beca blushed hard and smiled. "Thank you, Chloe."
"You're most welcome, Beca." Chloe gave Beca a quick peck before the brunette turned on her heel and left the room with her head held high.
"Best hour ever."