A Pitch Perfect Life
Brief Synopsis: This story takes place 4 years into the future, with flashbacks to the movies and after Worlds! It's an even split between Staubrey and Bechloe, (but it's heavily Staubrey in the beginning switching to more Bechloe in the end, so patience is a virtue friends.) ;) The story is about what happens when Chloe returns after being gone for four years, the last time she saw any of the girls being after a big blow out after the Worlds competition….
*Author's notes in the end friends ^_^
Chapter 1
"And then she was like, oh my god, and I was like, oh my god, I know right? And then she was like shut up, and I was like, I KNOW right?"
Stacie rolled her eyes while Daliya rambled on, the platinum blonde known worldwide for her trendy pop hits, but certainly not her brains. Daliya was telling some mesmerized intern all about some run-in with some celeb somewhere off the coast of Greece on some fancy yacht. Stacie's mind had left the conversation five minutes ago, much to the oblivion of the two young girls. The intern nodded in excitement as she stood in front of the blonde seated at the head of the conference room's long metal table. All Stacie needed was for Daliya to focus for five more minutes so she could get the contract signed for the two lawyers present.
Stacie looked up at the older men dressed in suit and tie, staring at the young women, causing a smirk to rise on Stacie's face. Fortunately for her, they were too focused on the young ladies breasts to even concern themselves with the reality the meeting had overrun 30 minutes. Well, at the very least, they wouldn't be angry with her.
"And I was like, Justin, I will see you so soon, can't wait, and he LAUGHED. Oh my god, it was like, SO perfect!"
Stacie noticed the lull in conversation and chose to insert herself with a shuffling of papers and brief cough.
"Daliya, you and the Biebs are going to get some incredible paparazzi, it's going to be great," she said with a smile, folding up the paper she had just been doodling on.
"Tiffany, would you mind bringing this up to our CEO?"
Tiffany's head whipped towards Stacie to see the brunette smiling at her gently, a folded note in her extended hand.
"Oh! Gosh, yes, I'm so sorry Stacie. I'll bring it right up," the girl replied somewhat frantically.
"Relax, it's fine. Thank you Tiffany," Stacie said with a kind smile.
She was never mean to her interns, knowing herself what it was like to be a young girl trying to make her way in the world. She gave her a wink as she left, turning back to the group and seeing Daliya wave goodbye excitedly. As dumb as the girl was, she was a kind soul, and one hell of a singer too.
"Gentlemen, did you have any other concerns about the contract, or are we set to go?" Stacie, asked, grabbing their attention from the perky blonde and making them remember why they were there.
"Oh, *cough, yes, yes, um, let me see here," the older of the two replied, trying to pretend like he was reading something.
"UGH, Stacie, I cannot thank you enough. I still cannot believe you got me a deal with Vitamin Water! It is like, the biggest dream come true, I am like so obsessed with them."
Stacie smiled and leaned back in her chair. Daliya, as oblivious as she could be, was one of Stacie's favorite artists under the label. She had a heart of gold, made many appearances for charities that targeted aiding impoverished children, and genuinely cared about her impact and the work she did.
"Hey, it's part of my job. I'm glad it's happening," Stacie replied, letting her long and light brown waves slide over her breasts as she leaned back in her chair, her cute multi-colored sundress perfect for the hot summer weather that was hitting LA this year.
"Everything looks good to go here Stacie, including your portion and percentage. I'd say everything is smooth sailing and you are ready to book the photo shoot and begin working on the campaign with them."
"Fantastic," Stacie replied, clapping her hands once and then standing from her seat, stretching out her hand to the two attorneys. Frank and Dylan were two nice guys she had met through Aubrey, and Aubrey's approval when it came to business meant that they must have been good. The label used them frequently.
"Oh my god you guys, thank you so much again! You always help us make everything so perfect!"
The men smiled, and even though they were nice, it was still quite obvious they were smitten with the younger girl. They finished shaking hands and Stacie showed them out and closed the door, walking down the long, concrete, floors.
She should have known when working in Los Angeles, and of course working for someone like Beca, that the building would have an alternative vibe. Long glass windows made walls for office spaces, the downtown industrial building being a mix of elegance, sleek and grunge.
Daliya walked with Stacie, purse and Starbucks cup in hand, moving along as her platforms clicked on the surface.
"I am SO excited, and think of the money it will raise too! Can you believe it!" Daliya said, her giddiness making Stacie chuckle.
"You know Addy, you are by far one of my favorite people to work with," Stacie replied, stopping outside of her office and pulling the girl in for a hug.
"Awww, boo boo cakes! I love you too. I couldn't ask for a better PR agent. You're nothing like what people assume when they hear 'PR'."
Stacie smiled and Daliya, her real name Adelina, poked her shoulder.
"Now don't think I didn't see you doodling lovey dovey stuff on that notepad of yours. Go give the CEO a big kiss for me!"
Stacie blushed and her mouth dropped as Daliya walked away towards the elevators, giggling and waving. Maybe the girl was sharper than she gave her credit for, she thought to herself. Stacie chuckled and shook her head as she entered her office, dropping her binder on her desk before going off and doing exactly what Addy had suggested.
When Stacie had decided to go in with Beca and Amy on their label, she was initially only going in as a scout to search for talent, while doing some advertising and PR for the label itself as well. Most artists have their own agents or have actual PR firms that manage them, however, Stacie had tried the challenge of managing a few artists herself while working at the label, and she discovered she had a true knack for it.
Daliya was one of many artists the label managed that she did PR for, and she was happy she could still work under the same roof as her Barden Bella buddies. It was a dream come true to be in a field she loved along with being in music and working with her best friends. She was living the dream and was only in her mid twenties.
"Ay jugs!"
Stacie paused as she saw Fat Amy walking towards her, the blonde as giddy and ridiculous as the day she met her. Out of all the Bellas, Stacie became closest with Amy, Beca and Chloe over their college years. When Beca decided she wanted to start her own label and become a producer, Amy surprised everyone with the truth that she was one of the wealthiest trust fund babies Australia had ever seen. Of course Amy would be rich and not think it was a big deal at all, too focused on having fun and staying true to herself.
So when Beca began planning on building her own label, Amy wanted in too, and not only did they make Emily a sensation after the Worlds competition, Amy's soon to be hubby Bumper brought fame to the label as well after his live TV audition. Combined with Amy's investments, the label was an instant success, something rather unheard of in the music industry. And thus, Tasmanian Records was born.
Amy and Beca had known Stacie was interested in PR from her schooling, and after making her a proposal, Stacie immediately jumped on the bandwagon, and the girls headed to Los Angeles to build a career and empire in the music industry.
"Amy, who let you out of your cage?" Stacie said jokingly, making the Australian laugh hard.
"Your girlfriend wanted to see me actually," she replied. "Though that must have been some note you wrote her because I was kicked out and sent to find you once the meeting was done. How's good ol' Daliya by the way, she still here?"
"No, she had to split. Something about Taylor Swift being in town and going for bubble tea? Who knows."
"Right, well anyway, I'm off to my office. This wedding isn't going to plan itself you know," Amy said, slapping Stacie's tush as she walked by, making Stacie chuckle. It was nice to work at a place where she spent most of her days laughing.
Stacie made her way down the hall and towards one of the big corner offices that actually had real walls. She knocked on the door and waited until a "come in!" resounded from within. Stacie smirked to herself, knowing her girl must have been a bit flustered.
Stacie was a sexual person, plain and simple. Everything she touched, she could make sexual, desire being something she understood deeply. It was part of what made her good in PR. She knew her dirty words had probably made her lover a little antsy, and it was absolutely clear when she walked into the office, shutting the door behind her.
Stacie's eyes raked over her girlfriend of over four years, the gray, short sleeved, dress fitting her body snugly and Louboutins making her legs look endless. Aubrey Posen's ripped arm held up her arched body as she stood by the side of her desk, trying to read the last bit on the sheets of paper before her.
Stacie walked over slowly, sashaying her hips, her flared sundress perfect for her little strut. She walked up to Aubrey and trailed a hand up and down her back, fingers going to play with the ends of the long blonde hair lying there. She brought her face to Aubrey's ear as her eyes looked at whatever the blonde was finishing up.
"Whatchya got there," she whispered.
"Part of what Amy and I needed to deal with today, accounting crap," Aubrey replied in the same hushed tone. If they were quiet enough, it was like they were the only two people in the world.
Stacie hummed in response, her eyes traveling down Aubrey's desk and seeing her doodled page lying atop it. Aubrey scribbled something down and finally laid her pen to rest, turning in the semi-embrace to wrap her arms around Stacie's waist, leaning her butt against the desk behind her.
"You needed to see me Ms. Posen?" Stacie asked, her arms resting over Aubrey's shoulders as the older girl rubbed Stacie's back with both hands.
"Mmhmm. We seem to have an issue," Aubrey said with a smile.
"Oh? And what's that?"
"It's a small sexual harassment thing. You've been a bad girl, Stacie."
"Hmm, I don't recall doing anything out of the ordinary," she replied, playing along, eyes towards the ceiling as if trying to recollect. Aubrey took the opportunity to pull her in more closely, lips traveling to Stacie's neck to kiss her way up slowly.
"It appears you've been trying to use interns to carry dirty notes to your colleagues. Very dirty notes, I might add."
"Ahh, I see. Well in that case, I have no choice. I confess. I'm guilty as charged," she whispered, hands traveling down Aubrey's body as the blonde worked on her neck, her heart pounding as the woman before her teased her slowly.
"Mmm, well in that case, you know I have to act. A punishment must be given," Aubrey whispered into her ear before nibbling and playing with it, her hands now traveling down Stacie's back to her large and rounded butt, squeezing it gently and bringing them flush together.
"Well Ms. Posen, whatever you think is an appropriate punishment, I have no choice but to agree."
"I'm glad you're so compliant. It will make this all much easier."
Aubrey turned them, pushing Stacie into her desk and lifting the girl to sit on top of it.
Stacie couldn't handle it any longer and crashed their lips together, cupping Aubrey's face and wrapping her legs around the blonde as long fingers drifted under her dress. Stacie moaned, taking control of Aubrey's mouth, ready to burst.
Aubrey pulled back as she ripped Stacie's underwear down, moving back up to clear space on her desk. She pushed Stacie back and kissed Stacie senseless, grinding their bodies together as Stacie got worked up.
"And to think, our investor was in the room," Aubrey said, smirking into Stacie's neck, one of her hands traveling down and beginning to pump in and out of the younger girl, making her head roll.
"I am so sorry Ms. Posen. How can I make this up to you?" she asked breathily, fingers raking through Aubrey's hair as she felt herself getting closer and closer.
"I think you're going to have to beg for forgiveness. You do know how to beg, don't you Stacie?"
The brown-haired girl nodded, bringing their lips back together frantically, Aubrey's fingers making swift work of her. Aubrey pulled back just slightly, talking into Stacie's mouth.
"I need to hear proof, Stacie," she said, staring into her lover's eyes.
"Please baby."
"What was that?"
"Dammit, Aubrey, please. I'm so close."
Aubrey chuckled as she lowered her lips back down to her whimpering girlfriend.
"That doesn't sound much like begging, I don't know if you mean it Ms. Conrad. How can I trust that this will never happen again?"
Stacie was losing her mind, and she used her long and toned legs to pull the blonde closer to her.
"Ms. Posen I am so, deeply, sorry. Please, please, forgive me."
Aubrey smirked into their kisses.
"That's more like it," she replied, using her thumb to press down on Stacie's clit, making Stacie scream into her mouth.
It was only a matter of seconds before Stacie's hands clutched onto Aubrey, an orgasm rocking her body. Aubrey continued pumping until her girlfriend finally started breathing again and her body ceased shaking.
Stacie grabbed Aubrey's face and pulled her in again, keeping her in place and kissing her senseless, relishing in the feel of post-orgasmic bliss as the blonde leaned on top of her. Aubrey was smiling like a loon, loving that she could make her girl whimper and come like that.
"God, I love you," Stacie whispered, pulling back slightly to look at Aubrey and use her thumbs to graze her cheeks and she planted little kisses on her mouth.
"I love you too."
Stacie and Aubrey flitted around the room, picking up papers that had fallen while also putting their clothes back on, the girls having fucked in the office for nearly an hour.
"You didn't have any other meetings today, right?" Aubrey asked, rubbing Stacie's shoulder as she maneuvered around the chairs in her office.
"No, no, Daliya was it for the day. The contract looks good, we'll start shooting in a few weeks."
"Mmm, I bet she's excited. She's always so perky."
"Yea, she is. She reminds me a little of Chloe actually."
Aubrey paused in her step, the action not going by unnoticed by Stacie.
"Yea… yea she does," Aubrey replied looking up to agree with her girlfriend before her eyes flitted elsewhere.
Stacie's brow furrowed, observing her lover. Her response was off, almost like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Stacie knew something was up, and began to probe the woman before her.
"How is she doing? You haven't heard from her in two months, I was beginning to worry again."
"She's good, she's doing really well. I mean, as well as she can. Africa has been hard on her."
Stacie nodded, walking up behind her girlfriend who had strategically placed her back to her. Aubrey knew Stacie could read her like a book, and the last thing she wanted to talk about was the conversation she had with Chloe this morning, knowing it would trigger some less than happy responses from people in this office.
Stacie wrapped her arms around Aubrey, nuzzling into the side of her neck and moving her hair out of the way.
"I miss her peppiness. It would be nice to hear from her… "
"Yea, she's just really busy right now."
"Mmm, but it's summertime," Stacie replied as she planted kisses on Aubrey's neck. "She should be off from teaching now, right?"
Aubrey was internally panicking as she poorly organized her papers.
"Yea, she's off, but um, she's planning on moving again."
"Oh? Where's she going this time? She's been to how many new countries in the last 5 years?"
"Um… I think it's three. Colombia, Japan and then Nigeria."
"That's right….so where is she moving this time?"
Aubrey bit her lip, and that's when Stacie pulled back, turning her girlfriend to face her.
"I know when you're keeping things from me babe, so you might as well spill."
Aubrey looked into Stacie's eyes before rolling her own and letting out a frustrated sigh. She ran her hands through her hair and sat on the edge of her desk, taking a breath.
"Amy, I'm assuming, told you I had to speak with her today, right?"
Stacie's brow furrowed again. She popped her hip and crossed her arms, nodding slowly.
"Yes?"
Aubrey looked back up again before clasping her hands together and leaning back.
"Well… we didn't just have a business meeting… we had some personal things to talk about."
Stacie rolled her eyes.
"Okay Aubrey, just spit it out, what's the big deal?"
Aubrey looked at her guiltily and started pacing.
"I was going to tell you later tonight, I just got a call this morning," she said, stopping on the other side of her desk and looking her girlfriend dead the eyes, and expectant look returned to her.
"Chloe is coming back to the US."
Stacie looked surprised, but also confused.
"Okay, big whoop."
"No, no… she's. Chloe's moving to Los Angeles to work and go back to school for her Master's in Education. She wants to settle down and move here, Stace."
Stacie's mouth dropped. She hadn't seen Chloe in five years, and even though she had been good friends with the girl, Chloe had done a good job of distancing herself from her and Fat Amy, largely because of her big falling out with Beca right after Worlds.
"And Amy knows?"
"Yea. I told her, and I guess she had let Amy know that she would be coming to the wedding, so…"
Stacie looked at her girlfriend, and realized why she was so panicked, the pair being on opposite sides when it came to the "Bhloe Situation," as Amy dubbed it.
"Did she say anything about Beca?"
"No, she didn't mention her, but…"
"But? What, Aubrey? Spit it out."
Aubrey looked back up at Stacie sadly.
"Apparently, Amy's not the only one with a fiancé these days."
It took Stacie a moment to realize what her girlfriend said.
"Shit."
A/N:
Hi Everyone! I'm Baby Darth Dalloway. For those of you who know me, you know me for my Emison writing in the Pretty Little Liars fandom, and to those of you who don't know me, hello!
This story just randomly came to me after watching the Pitch Perfect movies and reading fanfiction for the Staubrey and Bechloe (aka Bhloe by Fat Amy, lol) fandoms. I have been down on inspiration for months now, largely because I depend on the show or movie itself to inspire me to create something within a canon context, but Pitch Perfect came into the picture and gave me some major writing mojo back!
I want to start by saying I know very little, essentially nothing, about the music industry, so I'm winging it a little bit. I don't think it impacts the overall story, but for those of you more in tune/ aware of what happens in that area of life, just know I'm confessing now, haha.
Other than that, this story will have updates about every week, and it's looking to be about 20 chapters long. I'm always open to ideas or suggestions, but since I know where the story is pretty much going, don't feel badly if I don't incorporate an idea.
I hope you all enjoy! Until next time.