Hello guys! This is my first fanfiction and it's called A Taste of Magic. Hope you enjoy! Please follow and review if you can, it would mean the world!
Emma stared down at herself in the mirror wondering where on earth Ruby was going to be dragging her and the girls for Elsa's hen night. Knowing Ruby, she was going to be taking them down to the famous A Taste of Magic strip club on the outskirts of Storybrooke, the town where they all lived. Emma wore a tight-fitting, black dress made of leather which covered her curves in the most perfect way that would make men fall at her feet. On her feet, she wore a pair of simple black heels, around 4 inches high.
Emma glanced down at her phone after just receiving a text off Ruby, "We're outside in the cab! xox". She grabbed her clutch, making sure her phone and purse were in there then locked up, ready for the night ahead.
As the taxi cab pulled up, Ruby grinned mischievously whilst Emma, Elsa and Mary Margaret all rolled their eyes. "I knew it!" Emma exclaimed, passing the money to the taxi driver.
"I can't believe you've taken us to a strip club- Actually wait, I can believe you've taken us here." Elsa said, linking the arms of Emma and Ruby as she got out of the taxi. Mary Margaret followed behind them as she finished her phone call with her husband, David. "Oh please, I can't let one of my best girls get married without her seeing what she's missing out on first!" Ruby grinned again, a dark twinkle in her eyes as the bouncer let them into the club.
The atmosphere in there was like nothing Emma had experienced before. She could tell instantly that this place was popular, judging by the half naked men walking around in tight pants, serving all the ladies. She carried on looking around, picking up four cocktails for her friends who'd gone to find a table. It was a magnificent place, she had to admit. The walls were lined with red quilted silk, no doubt that it helped with the heat she thought to herself sarcastically. It was very smoky in the room so it took her a while to notice where her friends had sat.
Right in front of the stage, of course. "Come on Ems, you're missing out on all the goods!" Ruby shouted over the music as Emma sat in between her and Elsa, popping the cocktails down in front of them. "Noticed any hotties?" Ruby shouted again.
"Ruby we have been here 5 minutes! And you and Emma are the only single ones here, calm yourself." Mary Margaret said, laughing hysterically. It was at that moment when all thoughts and everything around Emma just stopped. Her eyes had caught onto another mans eyes and she felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat. She knew she had to cut eye contact or her friends would notice, but she also knew she wasn't going to be leaving this place until she'd had a piece of that hunk of a man. After a few moments, she turned to Elsa and proposed a toast, lifting up her now half drank cocktail, "To Elsa on her last night of freedom!"
"I'll drink to that!" Elsa said before finishing off her drink. "Waiter! We need shots and a lot of them please."
"Elsa you've got to be kidding me! Remember Mary Margaret's hen night, you had at least 20 shots to yourself and you passed out on the taxi drivers lap singing about building a snowman." Ruby exclaimed, clearly already tipsy.
"Oh please, you've been in many, many situations that are worse than that Ruby!"
Many hours passed as the girls got hilariously pissed. It came to about 2am when they decided to call it a night. "I'm gonna make my own way home girls." Emma said, spying out the mystery man again from across the room, still stood at the bar.
"Text us when you're home then." Mary Margaret replied as they all hugged Emma goodbye.
"I'll be seeing you, soon to be Mrs Jones, in the morning." Emma said, grinning.
"Don't be too early though, this ice queen needs her beauty sleep."
"The cab is outside, come on you two!" Ruby said, waving at Emma as she was already half out the door.
As soon as they had gone, Emma made her way over to the gorgeous man who'd been eyeing her up all night. "Hello mister..." Her eyes looked down to the name on his waistcoat. "Hook. That's funny, you don't look like you have a perm and the obvious hook." She grinned, watching him come out from behind the bar to sit in a booth. She sat down besides him and her hands aimlessly wandered to play with the little tuft of chest hair that was poking out of his waistcoat. "Aye, that may be true but I have a bit of rivalry with that man over there. He's called Pan so the lost boys and I thought it'd be quite fitting." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her tingle throughout her body.
"So what do you do here, pirate?" She smirked, licking her lips whilst keeping eye contact.
"Anything you want me to do, love." He winked. "I range from being behind the bar to stage dances. And the odd lucky one can buy a lap dance if they so wish."
Emma looked away in thought then turned back, "how much? I don't think you can handle it."
Hook grinned, "Perhaps you're the one who can't handle it."
"Well then Captain, how about we take this somewhere a bit more private?" She whispered back into his ear as his hand grasped hers, already getting up to walk to his private room.
"Quite a feisty lass aren't you?" He smirked, letting her into the room. The sexual tension between the two of them was growing rapidly, his hand leading her to where a chair stood alone in the room. "Now are you going to be a good girl? You can't touch the goods, you know, love." Hook said as his hand pushed her down softly by her shoulder, making her sit as he caught her eye contact. Slowly he settled down on her, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his waistcoat to reveal his abs lined with soft, dark chest hair. She couldn't stop herself, she had to touch it. He quickly grabbed her hands, "Not so fast love, carry on with that and I'll tie them." He threatened in his deep, English accent. Hook smirked to himself as he let the waistcoat fall from his shoulders whilst his hips slowly rotated against her erotically. "Hook." Emma moaned lightly, trying to have some control over her hands which were already on their way back up to his chest. "Oh dear, you know the rules love." Hook winked at her, getting up off her lap. He pulled out a small black scarf and took her hands, tying them tight, but not too tightly, around the back of the chair. Damn this is hot, she thought to herself. "Bad girls get punished." He said quietly into her ear as the song changed to Pony by Ginuwine. The stubble of his beard scratched against her neck, causing Emma to moan softly. Slowly, Hook made his way back round to her front, his eyes locking on hers. He knew it was against the rules as he bent his neck down and began kissing her neck softly, but he couldn't help but do it. It was like this woman had some sort of control over him without her needing to do anything. He wished he could give her more than just a lap dance but he was certain that this lovely lass wouldn't be going home unsatisfied. Emma bit down on her lip as he left wet kisses on her neck. It felt like little jolts of electricity reaching right down into her core each time he kissed her neck. One hand ran down her side whilst the other cupped the back of her head as he thrust against her, her moans causing the pain in his tight, leather pants where there was an obvious bulge.
Hook knew that it was only a matter of time before the timer went off but he didn't realise it would go off so soon. He sighed, giving her one last kiss just behind her earlobe before getting up. "This ones on me." He whispered as he untied her wrists, gently rubbing them and checking they're not hurt.
"Er, thank you I guess." She said before giggling, and giving him one last look before leaving the room.
I am well and truly fucked, they both thought as they went to bed that night.