Emily isn't sure how she wound up in a strip club of all places on the night before Christmas- her favorite fucking holiday. Or at least, it used to be. Ever since her parents had decided to split because the distance was too hard, and since her three close friends had drifted apart because of college, Emily was spending a miserable Christmas alone in Philadelphia, unwilling to be with her mother or father. She didn't want to pick sides.
And heaven forbid she even thought of going back to visit her abusive ex Paige. Just the name makes her sick.
The lights are so dim, Emily thinks she may actually be having trouble seeing the girls on stage. But she doesn't really care, she's not really sure why she's here. Well, she knows, she just isn't sure it's such a good idea.
Still, she sits there and tries to figure out what her next move should be.
"Hey gorgeous," she hears a sultry voice from beside her and looks up to see a stunningly attractive blonde. Her golden locks are cascading down her shoulders in curls and her soft baby face has radiating blue eyes that gaze longingly at Emily.
"H-h-h-I," Emily stutters and blushes so hard she wants to crawl under a table. But she can't help the way just the sight of this blonde's tiny, tight sexy body in crimson red lacy lingerie makes her insides twist and a familiar ache grow between her thighs instantly. She watches the smirk subside into a soft smile as the blonde looks her up and down.
"What's a nice looking girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"I don't know, honestly," Emily says quickly, and it's the truth- she feels very out of place.
"You have to have had a reason for coming," the blonde prods as she leans down, bending over sensually, and brushes a strand of hair behinds Emily's ear.
"I had nothing else to do, I don't know anyone here," Emily admits painfully and the blonde notices the actual emotion on her face.
"You can get to know me," the blonde says smiling as she slides into Emily's lap with ease, her smooth, soft legs straddling Emily's. "I'm Vivian."
"Emily," the brunette replies softly. "That's not your real name is it?"
"God no," the blonde laughs and shakes her head.
"That's not really getting to know you if you give me a fake name," Emily counters and the blonde thinks it's cute how innocent she seems.
"Let's go somewhere private then," she whispers in her ear and stands up, pulling the brunette with her. Emily has to tell herself repeatedly to not stare at the blonde's perfectly bubbly round ass that is barely covered by the lacy panties she wears.
The blonde leads her to one of the private rooms with a bodyguard outside it and whispers something to him. He nods, and Emily cowers a little as she is dragged in past the intimidating and large threatening man.
"Sit," the blonde pushes her into the couch.
"I don't have this kind of money," Emily admits embarrassedly but the dancer shrugs.
"I didn't ask you for any."
"Don't you need some-"
"I've already made my quota for the night," she reassures and climbs onto Emily's lap again. "And my real name is Alison."
She purrs into Emily's ear and the brunette whimpers from the heat of her breath hitting her ear.
"I like that much better than Vivian," Emily says as she tries to relax.
"So do I," Alison agrees as she begins to grind her hips against Emily.
"Wh-a-a-t are you doing?" Emily asks quickly and Alison can't help the grin that spreads across her face. This girl was so cute.
"Giving you a Christmas present," she says with a teasing face and her boobs are in Emily's face as she resumes gyrating her hips against Emily to the slow song in the background. She flips over so her back is against Emily's front, and she continues to grind her body against the brunette's- she can practically feel the nervousness radiating.
"Relax," she whispers and grabs one of Emily's hands. She slides it up and down her body and places Emily's hand on her left breast. But when the brunette doesn't really move, she grows antsy.
"Is that what you're like in bed? Boring and non responsive?" Alison goads her on but without a harsh tone.
"No," she hears Emily mumble and she sighs content as she feels the brunette squeeze and begin to grab her breast roughly.
"Mmm, like that," she whimpers as she feels her thumb flick over her nipple through the bra and she arches her back, tilting her head sideways and offering the stranger more access to her neck.
"Is this a Christmas present to you, or to me?" Emily mutters quietly but she's not complaining. She lets her teeth graze Alison's neck and she kisses the skin, sucking softly, and Alison can't help the moan that she releases.
"Here's a Christmas present for you," Alison says as she stands up. The song's beat is loud, and she sensually pulls of her bra and tosses it aside as she walks back up to Emily. The brunette can only stare at the sight of her perky breasts and clearly hard nipples. And she nearly cums just watching the blonde wiggle out of her panties and discard them as well.
"Woah," she breathes out and Alison giggles softly, enjoying the raw attraction.
"Like what you see?" Ali teases and swings around the pole in the middle of the room. She stops in front of Emily and slides up and down the pole carefully, and sticks her ass out- Emily thinks she might actually cum from just watching her and seeing her pussy glistening. She's never seen someone make something so crude look so beautiful.
"I should probably go," Emily says uncomfortably. She doesn't want Alison to think she's pathetic and watch her come undone without barely any touch.
But she watches the blonde frown and feels bad, like she just insulted her.
"Did I do something wrong?" Alison asks confused, her head tilting as she tries to observe the brunette. It's her job to be naked and exposed, but she feels too ashamed in front of this seemingly angelic girl to want to continue standing there completely bare.
"No, not it's not you," Emily insists as she stands up but the blonde doesn't want to let her escape so easily.
"Well uh wait, do you think you could take me home? My ride is one of the girls who closes, and she won't get off for another two hours. And I don't really want to be here any longer than I have to," Alison explains, hoping the brunette will relent.
"Um, okay," Emily says hesitantly and smiles when she sees the blonde's face light up. "You really trust a stranger to drive you home?"
"I can tell from the way you move, act, and speak the kind of person you are," Alison shrugs as she picks up her lingerie. "And if you turn out to be psycho…well…I can add that to my list of shit that happened to me lately."
"I promise I'm not psycho," Emily reassures quickly. She thinks quickly of Paige, the only person she would ever refer to as a true psychopath.
"Okay, then, I'm going to go change and I'll meet you by the door in five?"
"Sounds good," Emily answers and they split. The brunette tries to cool her body down, she doesn't want to be in a car with the hot blonde and not be able to focus on a thing she says. Before she knows it, Alison is standing by her in a cute Christmas sweater and jeans. Emily thinks it's strange how nice she looks in clothes rather than lingerie. It was a different kind of nice.
"Ready?"
Emily nods, and she leads Alison out to her car. The blonde gawks unknowingly for a second. She looks at Emily with wide eyes. "This is your car?!"
The brunette nods shyly, it's a newer BMW, and a gift from her dad in an effort to win her over to his side. But Emily isn't so easily swayed.
"No money my ass, you're holding out on me," Alison teases as she gets in the car.
"Well, I meant in cash and on me," Emily says back with a smile.
"What, are you a millionaire or something?"
"No, my parents are just well off," Emily shrugs. "Where do you live?"
Alison suddenly doesn't want to disclose her personal address- she doesn't want this rich angel to see the apartment she lived in on the less fortunate side of town.
"Uh, if you drop me off I can walk-"
"No way I'm not making you walk downtown at night," Emily says in horror.
"I don't really want to go home," Alison admits truthfully.
"Why's that?"
"I don't want to be alone," Alison says softly as she looks out the window and avoids Emily's gaze.
"You can be alone with me," Emily offers awkwardly and Alison smiles greatly at the offer.
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"No, I didn't want to be alone either," Emily admits.
The two of them make it to Emily's loft and Alison is surprised at just how nice the place is. She feels dirty as she walks in though she has no reason to. The place is just as clean and classy as the girl in front of her.
"Wine?" Emily offers and Alison nods vigorously. She wants anything to loosen her up so she doesn't feel awkwardly intrusive.
Emily hands a glass to her and as they begin to drink, Alison gets more hands on- more touchy. She tells Emily stories of her childhood, how her parents didn't pay any attention to her, how her brother was in and out of rehab for drug abuse, and how she had a twin that was locked away in a mental facility.
"Well you're here now," Emily says kindly as she really looks at Alison's face, mesmerized by the blue orbs. "At least you're not stuck with them."
Alison looks at her with such fond eyes, and she leans forward until her face is inches away from the brunette's. She watches as the brunette's eyes flutter close and hers do as well.
"Thank you," she whispers as her lips barely touch Emily's before she closes the distance and kisses her tenderly.
But their sweet moment is interrupted by pounding on the door.
"Emily! Emily open the door I know you're in there! Open up I want to talk!"
Alison looks at Emily who stares in shock at the door- Paige.