There are just some lines in this world that shouldn't be crossed...

People shouldn't make jokes about the blind, deaf, and disabled. They shouldn't laugh about someone dying or suffering. They shouldn't look down upon someone whose cross they don't bare. They shouldn't turn away when they see someone in need, shouldn't deny help when it's so obviously needed. They shouldn't shun their lesser counterparts or oppress the needy. But most importantly- they shouldn't drag their reluctant sisters to the strip club...

Claire stared at her surroundings with something akin to horror and disgust written on her features. As far as she could see, woman upon naked woman took to the stages and tables, shaking their bare asses for a crowd of lust driven, ogling men clambering over each other for attention and affection. It reminded her of a watering hole in midsummer. Not that she'd ever seen a watering hole, not outside of Animal Planet. But she imagined this is what it felt like to be near one.

It almost literally made her skin crawl.

She shook her head at what she saw, her lips drawing back into a frown. "You can stay if you want. I'm gone."

"Wait!" Her brother whirled around and caught her by the elbow, holding her securely in place. "Come on, Claire," Chris whined, "you haven't even given it a shot."

"I don't want to give it a shot." Her eyes darted around. "Look at this place! It's offensive!" She shouted over the blaring techno music. "It's derogatory! It's sending out the wrong message about women!" She jabbed an accusing finger in the direction of a big breasted blonde shoving her couch onto a drooling man's face.

Leon rolled his eyes, removing his arm from around his girlfriend's shoulders to place them around the distressed redhead's. "It's just one time, Claire. Even Ada wanted to come."

"Yeah." Luther added hopefully. His eyes roamed the club with barely contained vigor. His face split into a grin. "Let's go get a few drinks, Little Red." He offered before waltzing down to the bar.

Claire shook her head at the dark man's antics. Luther was a hound dog when it came to women. The man knew no self control. She had to admit, however, that he had really good taste. She raised a shapely brow as he gracefully slid into a seat beside a short haired blonde wearing a lovely violet dress and struck up a conversation.

"He's good." Leon commented, earning himself a glare from Ada. He raised his hands in surrender, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. "What? Honey, you're not going to tell me that woman isn't attractive."

Ada's glare shifted into a smirk. "Sure. But I think that bartender is more my type."

The three friends followed her gaze to the bar where a brunette with a bob haircut twirled a bottle of liquor expertly in her hand. Despite the old fashioned haircut, the woman was incredibly beautiful. Bright, piercing eyes, alabaster skin, a coke cola bottle figure, and a stance that reeked of power and dominance- it certainly intrigued Claire.

But not enough to make her want to stay. She returned to glowering at Chris.

Leon finished scoping out Ada's pick and pursed his lips. It was no secret his girlfriend enjoyed playing both sides of the field but he knew a hot woman like that would quickly find Ada's interest in him fizzled out. Unconsciously, his grip on Claire's shoulders tightened.

"She's okay," He said with a shrug, trying to play it cool.

Claire smiled wryly. Ada certainly knew how to keep Leon on a short leash. Not that she could blame the guy- Ada Wong was stunning. She had her fair share of passionate affairs with the brunette and knew all about getting caught up in her web. The fact that Leon managed to last so long with his sanity intact earned him a few brownie points.

As amused as he was, Chris ignored his friends and returned his attention to Claire. As the older, less mature Redfield it was his job—no, his God given duty!- to make sure his sister had fun tonight. After the way that asshole Steve treated her this celebration of her dumping his ass was a long time coming if you asked him.

"Claire," He pouted, his voice whiny. "Please? Just a few rounds of drinks? If you still don't like it I'll take you home myself and we can play video games or something."

Claire glared daggers at her brother, torn between wanting to kick him and wanting to laugh. Chris was about five foot eleven and two hundred twenty pounds of lean hard muscle. He had rugged good looks 95% of women swooned for and a few brain cells to go along with it. The fact that he reduced himself to grovelling and pouting was not lost on her.

But still, she glanced around warily, this place just didn't sit right with her.

"An hour, Chris. I'll give it an hour. If I still don't like it by then I'm kicking you out of my apartment."

Chris gasped, his face a mask of mock horror. "You wouldn't put your favorite brother out on the street would you?"

"You're my ONLY brother." She pointed out.

Chris shook his head. "Some sis you are."

Up until now Leon watched the two siblings interact without interruption but he was quickly growing bored of the discussion. "Come on Chris, I see a pool table with our names on them. Babe, do you mind?"

Ada shook her head distractedly, watching the bouncy blonde on stage crawl across the floor in her impersonation of a cat. "Have fun." She reached over and snatched up Claire's hand. "Come on, babe. Let's get a booth."

Leon watched his girlfriend hurry away for a moment, his attention diverted only when he heard Chris snickering beside him.

"You're a damn pussy, Leon."

Leon frowned, his expression grave. "I think that's why Ada likes me." He said seriously.

Chris doubled over, holding his gut as he barked a savage laugh. A few patrons turned to look at him but otherwise kept to themselves. "Damn, man! She cut off your balls AND made you swallow them. I almost want to put you out of your misery."

Leon shook his head, quickly growing fed up with this conversation. "Are we playing pool or not?"

Chris raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. "Okay, okay, Leon. I get it." He cuffed his hand over his broad shoulder. "Come on. First round is on me."

.

Claire muttered hotly under her breath as Ada dragged her around the club the way an inpatient mother drags her nagging child around the department store. She certainly felt petulant enough. She'd just broken up with her boyfriend of three years- the last thing she wanted to do was get white girl wasted at some strip club and an act a fool in front of a couple hundred men who already thought women were inferior play things for their amusement.

Finally Ada spotted a booth close to the bar and pulled them towards it. She pushed Claire onto the seat before jumping down beside her. "What are you having?"

Claire shook her head. "I think I'll pass."

Ada flashed her an exasperated glare. "Claire-"

"Look, I appreciate you guys doing this for me, but it's really not what I'm about."

"I know. You're about working your ass off to please some subhuman slob who couldn't give a rat's ass about you."

Claire clamped her mouth shut, her expression deadly serious. Ada was her friend but sometimes she really took things to a whole other level. A bad one at that. "You're-"

"Welcome to Stars. I'm Jill. What will it be?"

Claire and Ada looked up to find the brunette bartender from before standing at their table looking at them expectantly. Claire's brows shot up in pleasant surprise. The woman was far more fetching than she realized. She felt a kick under the table and tore her gaze from the bartender. Ada waggled her brows suggestively. She scowled at the infuriating woman. Idly, she wondered why she still put up her.

'Because she's your only friend besides Dahlia.' Her brain reminded her. Ever the helpful little organ.

Ada smirked triumphantly at her redheaded friend. "I'll have a glass of Chardonnay, and for my friend here, we'll take a Zombie."

Claire was taken aback. "A Zombie? That doesn't sound healthy." And if Ada picked it, it probably wasn't. "Why is it called a Zombie?" She asked, turning to Jill.

Jill cocked a brow at her, setting her hands on her full hips. Her lips twisted into a small but sly smirk. Claire had to admit, she was damn gorgeous.

"Because after a round or two, depending on your alcohol tolerance, you'll go completely brain dead. Like a zombie."

She shook her head vigorously. "Ex Nay. Bring me three shots of Jack Daniels instead. I happen to like my brain just the way it is." She said the last part quietly.

Jill jotted down their orders then handed them to a waitress as she passed by. "First time here?" She asked, crossing her arms over her ample chest.

Claire scoffed. "Am I that transparent?"

The brunette shook her head. "You don't look familiar to me."

Ada sat back, laying one arm around Claire's shoulder while the other rested on her leg. "Do you make a habit of getting to know all of you clients?"

Jill cocked her head to the side, examining Ada with a keen eye. "I try to get to know the people I allow inside of my club."

Claire exchanged a surprised look with her friend. "You're the owner?"

Jill nodded slowly, her expression a mixture of amusement and cool calm. "Why do you look so surprised?"

"I guess I didn't expect a woman to run a place that exploits women." Claire cringed and looked away, already feeling Jill's hard glare on her. Ada cut her a scathing look. She shrugged. What, she mouthed. Ada scoffed, shaking her head. Claire deflated, knowing Chris would hear about this and not be too happy about it.

She made herself look up at the brunette, forcing an apologetic twitch of her lips. "I didn't mean any offense by that."

Jill's shapely brows hung heavily over her pale, gray eyes, her thin lips pressed into a hard line conveying discontent. One hip jutted out, her foot tapping impatiently while the other tensed the way legs do before they kick...

Claire tensed. Jill looked like she could put up a hell of a fight but she was no pushover either. Her parents never treated her any different than Chris. Dad wrestled with both of them, they were both put into martial arts at a very young age, they both played football for their high school, they both got 250cc Yamaha Pro Dirt Bikes for Christmas (with the only exception being that hers was still alive) and they both had a thing for good looking women- her more than Chris.

Sure, she'd rather avoid a fight in the club with the owner of said club. But if it came down to it, after sizing Jill up, she had no doubt she could give the woman a run for her money.

Jill cocked her head to the side, taking in the obnoxious redhead. No make up, just a naturally stunning redheaded, green eyed woman with a stern gaze, pouting lips, and apparently a strong head on her shoulders. Slowly her frown morphed into a grin. She liked this woman.

"There's someone I think you should meet. She'll beg to differ on your opinion." Her eyes scanned the crowd, picking out faces until they landed on the bar. Sticking her fingers into her mouth she whistled loudly turning several heads. She ignored every one except for the one turned away from her. "LeeLou! Hey, come here. We have a feminist!"

Claire guffawed, wide eyes threatening to bug out of her skull and slack jawed while Ada barked a laugh. "Ha! Oh, Claire, you should see your face right now!"

'What the hell's the matter with this woman?!' Claire thought, clenching her teeth as several patrons pointed at her with a laugh. How the hell did they know Jill was talking about her and not Ada? The answer came when she looked at her friend then at herself. Ada wore a form fitting, blood red strapless dress that hung down to her ankles but had a long slit up the side that ran all the way up to her thigh. The woman's sultry gaze practically screamed I'm ready to party.

Meanwhile she donned an olive green button down, a pair of black skinny jeans, and some Chucks. Since the moment they stet foot inside of the club a frown permanently attached itself to her face.

She was a dead give away...

But that didn't mean Jill had to shout it at the top of her lungs. Some people were stupid, took offense to any little thing, and might resent her for her opinions which by the way, she kept to herself.

"Uh, Jill, really this was the first and will probably be the last time I ever come here. You don't have to-"

"Hey."

Claire did a double take. Standing beside Jill, she assumed, was this LeeLou. Jesus H the name didn't do the woman justice! Five foot five, hour glass shape (thought not as pronounced as Jill's) long thick legs, alabaster skin, perfectly proportionate breasts, a slender neck perfect for kissing, pouting soft lips pulled back to reveal a dazzling white smile. Short, blonde, pixie like hair. Playful, intelligent cobalt eyes...

"Damn..." Claire muttered softly, feeling all tripped up. The woman was quite simply put, breathtaking. There was a sharpness to her features—perhaps of German or Russian decent- that lent her an almost supernatural beauty.

LeeLou draped her arm around Jill's shoulders casually but the gesture screamed possessive. "Where's the fire, Valentine?"

Jill jutted her head towards Claire. "My friend here, oh what's her name?"

"Claire." Ada answered for her.

"Claire. My friend Claire thinks we exploit women. Care to fill her in?"

LeeLou bit her lip, fighting down the mischievous smirk making her cheek twitch. From the corner of her eye she studied the flushed looking redhead. She looked highly uncomfortable and the pouting glower reminded her of a two year old throwing a fit.

'Cute.' She thought.

"Let's see what I can't do for you, Claire." LeeLou leaned forward, grabbing Claire's arm, giving it a gentle but firm tug. "Come with me."

And again, Claire's eyes wanted to bulge out of their sockets. LeeLou wasn't dressed like a stripper, in fact, besides herself she was the one most casually dressed in a slightly oversized leather jacket, a red tank top, and a pair of perfectly tailored jeans and heeled boots. Who was this woman, and where was she dragging her off to?

She began to protest. "I don't think I should-"

"Take her, LeeLou, maybe you can take the stick out of her ass." Ada called cheerfully.

Claire huffed, giving in to the insistent blonde, and let herself get dragged away towards the back of the club. They navigated through the throngs of the swaying sweaty bodies of the dancing patrons and towards a staircase. She figured they were headed up to the VIP section where the music wouldn't be so loud.

As she followed behind the blonde she noticed several people, patrons and strippers alike, waving at her or shouting hellos. LeeLou took them all with a grain of salt, flashing them a cool, easy smile or giving a little wave. Whoever she was, she seemed popular. Her interest was certainly piqued but went with the decision to save her questions until they got to the room.

The VIP room was strangely.. domestic. No. That wasn't the word she wanted. But it was the only one she could think of at this time. It looked a lot more like an office at an executive building than a VIP lounge at a stripper club...

'Duh, you idiot. That's because this IS an office.' Why else would there rows of monitors showing different angles of the club and a one sided mirror with a view of the main stage? Okay. So LeeLou definitely wasn't a stripper. Head of security maybe?

"Have a seat, Claire. Make yourself at home."

Claire did as she was told, not in the mood to make herself look like anymore of an idiot than she already had. LeeLou strolled over to the other side of the desk, grabbed a chair, dragged it next to the one she hunkered down in, and sat herself down. They were all but in each others laps at this proximity- something that made the redhead slightly uncomfortable but she chose wisely not to voice her thoughts. After all, LeeLou was a gorgeous woman, what kind of freak would she look like if she pushed her away?

"So Jill says you're a feminist?"

"Not exactly." Claire sighed at LeeLou's questioning gaze. "It's a long story. Trust me there's more interesting things to talk about."

LeeLou smiled sympathetically. Claire looked frazzled. "You look like you could use a drink."

"Or ten." She muttered.

LeeLou reached over the desk, snatching up a phone. "Hey, Jill, can you send a couple of drinks up here? Jack, Coke, and Pineapple Rum. Bring the bottles and a bucket of ice. Thanks." Claire raised a brow in question. LeeLou chuckled. "You look wound up. Maybe we can get you to relax a bit."

"Sure." While they waited for the drinks to arrive, Claire studied the blonde a little closer. In her line of work she mingled with every type there is; The rich snotty type, the poor humble type, and everything in between. Trouble was, sometimes one looked like the other. She'd had to learn to read people through their expressions, their gestures, and body language.

LeeLou's body language screamed confidence, power, and control. She was sleek, slender, and graceful like a panther but dangerous just the same. There was a look in her eyes that spoke of calm and precision- it made Claire think of the ocean. On the surface it was beautiful, serene, smooth as glass in its rest. But one never knew what kind of dangers lurked past that inviting exterior...

A loud knock prompted LeeLou out of the chair and to the door. Claire glanced over her shoulder and caught a quick look at Jill. The brunette smirked at her then leaned in to whisper something in LeeLou's ear. Claire didn't miss how intimate the gesture looked between the two women. It made her frown slightly. Where Jill and LeeLou romantically involved?

'And what if they are? What do you care?'

"Do you want your liquor straight or mixed?"

Claire bit her lip. When was the last time she got drunk? She couldn't remember. Steve insisted she lay off the booze so she had. For him. Even as he continued to get hammered every other night with his buddies after work...

"Shot of Jack."

'Let's see how this plays out.'

Luther glared at a drunken man that stumbled into his path. He shoulder checked the guy but continued on his way to find Chris and Leon. He was just about to score with a hottie when the boss called her away. That effectively ruined his night. After ranting to the uncaring bartender and a few more drinks he decided it was time to leave this joint. The day he paid for sex would be the day the world ended. He was a damn good looking guy and his talents alone were enough to get him what he wanted. Damn it if he paid for it!

He spotted Leon and Chris nursing a couple of beers over by the pool tables. He made his way to them. They looked up at him, set their beers and pool cues down, and met him halfway.

"What happened? You look pissed." Chris asked.

Luther glared pointedly at the redhead. "So does Leon, what's your point?"

"Well, see Luther, I have a reason to be pissed. Ada's off flirting with all these damn strippers."

Luther paused, his head filling with steamy images of Ada and the woman at the bar doing erotic things to each other... His grinned wolfishly. "Damn..."

Chris smirked, knew exactly what his friend was thinking. Fortunately it was lost on Leon- he was too preoccupied with being jealous to notice his friend's less than platonic thoughts about his girlfriend.

"We should leave already. We've been here an hour."

"Aw, what's the matter Leon? Afraid your woman will leave you for someone that knows what they're doing?" Luther joked.

Chris winced, shaking his head at his friends. It was no secret Luther and Leon didn't get along. Leon was too stiff, and Luther too relaxed. Most times he preferred to hang with one or the other but tonight was the exception. Although Claire claimed she was okay he knew the break up affected her deeply. As much as he hated Steve's guts his little sister genuinely felt for the guy. A little morale support was in order and what better way to do that than to have a night out on the town with some of their closest friends?

Speaking of Claire...

"Yeah we should probably go." He glanced at his watch. "It's three in the morning. I think it's safe to call it a night."

"We could always go drink at your place." Luther suggested.

"Sounds good." Chris nodded.

"I think Ada and will be heading home," Leon said with a frown, his gaze locked somewhere ahead of him.

Chris and Luther followed his stare. Ada had a young stripper draped across her lap, one of the stripper's legs resting on her shoulder while she forced Ada's face to her breasts. Luther's jaw dropped, Chris blushed a bright red. He'd known Ada since middle school, since she and Claire became bff's or something like that. He'd seen the brunette grow up with his sister, hell, she was like a sister! It was one thing to imagine things but a whole different story to actually see them happen...

"Hey... Where's Claire?" Luther asked.

Chris looked helplessly around the club, not spotting his sister. His desperate gaze fell on his friends. "Where is she?"

They shrugged.

Chris slapped his palm across his face. "Great."

Claire threw her head back and laughed a full belly laugh that shook her entire core. Beside her LeeLou chuckled warmly, shaking her head as she fought back another fit of laughter. "Really."

"No way." Claire insisted.

"Honest. The next day the guy had negative three hundred something thousand in his bank account. Jill used that money to buy this place. It started up slow, mostly because men didn't believe a woman could run a strip club but in two years' time Stars has become a world renowned club."

"Wow. That's actually really amazing."

LeeLou nodded in consent. "So you see, this isn't a place meant to exploit women, it's meant to empower them. I hate to say it but if women wanted to rule the world all they'd have to do is drop their clothes. It's a man's greatest weakness, the easiest and full proof way to control."

Claire hated to agree but the evidence was staggering... "What about other women?" She asked. Those drinks were really starting to kick in to her system but she still had the presence of mind to get her questions answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Women who enjoy other women?"

LeeLou smirked. "I don't see anything wrong with that."

"Neither do I." She tossed back the last of her mixed drink and set the empty glass on the desk. She leaned back in her chair, the warm fuzziness of the liquor and the cool air contrasting and creating a pleasant atmosphere. "I guess I just don't see the appeal of a stripper." She mumbled, bobbing her head to the beat.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Claire's eyes snapped opened. LeeLou grin wickedly at her as she removed her jacket. She watched frozen, transfixed as the blonde sat on the desk, mere inches away from her and began to undress. First the boots and socks came off then the belt. Her mouth began to water as LeeLou held her gaze with a predatory look of her own. Hers was the look of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing while Claire literally began to pour sweat.

LeeLou chuckled in that low throaty tone Claire identified with the morning after. Her hands deliberately fumbled with the button and zipper, dragging out the process.

Claire mentally chided herself. She was acting like a mindless dick. At this very moment the only thing separating her from the howling idiots downstairs was literally just a dick. And the howling bit. Oh her blood was boiling now, whether from the alcohol or from LeeLou's intentions, she wasn't sure. Her palms were hot and sweaty, her hair stuck to the sides of her face, and this terribly familiar ache in her abdomen made her clench her legs in frustration. If she didn't walk out of heer now she was going to hate Chris for the rest of his miserable life...

LeeLou bit her lip suggestively, finally popping the button off of her jeans. With a practiced ease and slowness she stuck her thumbs into the waistband and dragged them halfway down her thighs exposing the lacy red panties underneath. A burst of her cool air caressed her, sent a shiver down her spine. She was wet, incredibly so, and she didn't understand why. Claire was hot, hot, hot! But the woman hadn't done anything to warrant this kind of full body reaction from her. 'It's because she's excited. She's exciting you.' And that much was the truth, Claire looked about as ecsatic as a nympho in at the red light district. It was refreshing. Enticing.

"I like your hair. Do you want to know why?"

Claire nodded. Her voice refused to work. It was just as well. It would absolutely be her undoing if she spoke and sounded like a prepubescent boy watching girl on girl porn for the first time.

LeeLou leaned forward, tipping Claire's chin up. She gazed into brilliant green eyes, searching. Searching for what? Something... something... there. Her grin softened into a smile. "Red is my favorite color." She whispered, wrapping her arms around the redhead's shoulders to pull herself onto her lap.

Claire's heart was a caged beast trying to claw its way out. Her body literally jerked with every beat now, hyper sensitive. 'Oh God what is she doing to me?' She'd felt lust before, felt horny before but never quite on this level. Her mind replayed over and over again every dirty, naughty, filthy thing she wanted to do to this woman whom she'd barely met. This wasn't like her, not at all, and she almost felt ashamed for looking at LeeLou the way she was.

"LeeLou..." She croaked, her throat and mouth bone dry. "I shouldn't... LeeLou.."

Claire's mind was blown. In the half second it took her to blink LeeLou's pants were gone, laying in a haphazard heap on the floor. As the blonde settled her body against her Claire groaned, feeling LeeLou's hot, moist center rub against the exposed skin of her stomach. LeeLou moaned, the sound low and encouraging. She buried her face in the crook of Claire's neck, grinding her hips hard and slow against her stomach. She needed friction, something to take the edge of because somehow this inexperienced little girl managed to work her into a damn frenzy with the ease of flipping a light switch.

Claire wrapped her arms around LeeLou's waist holding her tightly against her body. The blonde's gyrating hips felt painfully delicious. Her own began moving of their own accord, luring LeeLou in just to push her away then do it again. They were dry (or not so dry) humping each other and already this was the most turned on Claire had ever been in her life.

LeeLou began to pant, the force with which she drove her hips making her ass and back ache wonderfully. Shit she was going to cum and hadn't even touched each other yet. Not that they were going to. Being a stripper was about self control- she had to drive herself to the edge, to teeter on the edge, to the point of no return, then calmly turn around and walk away despite every fiber in her being telling her she wanted to jump. Usually it was easy for her, but tonight...

'I want to fuck her.'

The thought alone caused her to whimper and she bit down hard on Claire's neck.

Claire jumped, a long hiss pulling from her lips. 'Holy freaking shit this woman is trying to kill me!' She thought, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She couldn't take this any more. She needed release, needed to find comfort from the pain. To hell with her inhibitions! It's not like she would ever see this woman again. For tonight she could turn off that part of her brain telling her that this was wrong, went against her every belief.

"LeeLou.." She moaned breathlessly as the woman began to kiss her neck.

..."Alice."

Claire's brows furrowed, the kissing stopped. "What?" She forced her eyes open and the sight of those unblinking blue eyes made her breath catch in her throat. 'She's fucking beautiful...'

"My name," she smiled timidly. "It's Alice."

Despite the situation Claire found herself grinning. "Alice in Wonderland."

Alice rolled her eyes, chuckling as she swatted at her arm then grabbed a handful of her shirt and pulled her close. "Shut up."

And Claire did. Because Alice kissed her.

'Shit.' From that one little gesture she knew, even in her alcohol muddled mind, that this wouldn't end well for her.'What did you get me into, Chris?'

TBC? Idk, should this be multi chaptered or a one shot? Brownie points for whoever figures out where Alice's stripper name is from :)