"Arizona, just stop being difficult, you're my bride's maid and my cousin and if I have to go to this damn strip club, so do you." The tall, thin, light haired woman said sternly at the smaller blonde.
"You are the bride it's your bachelorette party. Of course you have to go, but I don't have to. I went to a strip club once when I turned twenty one and I never want to go again." She told Christie, Arizona really wasn't trying to be hard to work with; she just really, really didn't want to go to some bar with strippers.
"Just-Arizona, please, please, please! Just this once I really don't want to hang out with the rest of the girls tonight without you. This is just Bullshit; there will be female strippers there too. You will not have to be weirded out by a bunch of dick. I've been there before, pussy is there too."
Arizona cringed at that word. Sometimes her cousin's mouth was enough to gross her out. It's not that she never swore, but Christie went a bit over the top. "Okay, it's not that I thought there would be a lack of p…females, I just hate clubs that have a bunch of naked people in them."
"Fuck, Arizona." The slightly older woman ran her hands through her long hair. "Just get your goddamn ass in my car and I will buy you whatever the fuck you want. You know I can't be alone with Sandra. She will probably suck some guy's dick right there beside me, I can't handle that. I really can't deal with that slut alone."
"Christie, Sandra is your friend. You invited her. To a freaking strip club, you should have known not to bring her to a room full of naked men. And, if she wants to sleep with every man in the bar, it's still none of our business." Arizona really didn't like judging people, she knew her cousin didn't do it on purpose, but she wasn't always the most open minded.
"Goddamn it Arizona! Can you just come with me tonight? Please? This is seriously the nicest I can ask." Christie had knocked off her usually hard-ass tone for an almost pleading questioning one.
"God, fine! I will go! Your ass owes me though." Arizona huffed in defeat. She really wasn't up for arguing today and this was the nicest she had seen Christie in…well ever.
"Oh my god, really?! Thank fucking god! Thank you, Arizona. I won't have to spend all night with that cunt." She thrust her fist into the air and danced around.
Arizona giggled at how quickly her bitchy cousin can turn into a little kid.
"Okay yayayayayayay! We are leaving at 8; the limo will come pick us up last because I am the bride. The rest of the crew will be horny and waiting. It's 4:30 so you have-"
"Thanks, I can do math, I went to college." Arizona interrupted. She went to walk upstairs to her room but was stopped by a hand on her arm.
"Uh, Arizona?" Christie looked uncomfortable and shifted between feet.
"Yes?" she needed to go get ready so she'd have enough time to shower before leaving.
"Uh…I just wanted to say…" her eyes lowered to the ground, "Thank…s"
Arizona laughed at Christie's inability to say thank you. She wrapped her older cousin in a hug, noticing the taller woman wasn't hugging her back. She smiled warmly at how unsocial she was. "You are welcome Christie. And, you suck at human contact. Usually when people hug you, you're supposed to hug them back."
"Just get your ass upstairs, I don't want you smelling like that at my party." Arizona wasn't sure what "smell" she was referring to, but she knew she took a shower yesterday so it was probably crap.
She ran up the stairs as Christie went to sit on the couch and channel surf. After a quick shower and blow drying her hair, Arizona went back into her bedroom room find clothes. She tossed on a bra and thong and called for her cousin. "Christie?! Can you come up here!" she yelled out her door. Even through her rudeness, Christie was still like a sister to her.
She heard the woman grumble and stomp up her stairs, when she entered the room; she was mumbling something like "make me walk up these fucking stairs."
"Can you help me pick out some clothes? I really don't know what to wear to a strip club." Arizona walked over to her closet and looked in frustrated.
"Let's see what you have…" Christie joined her in the door way of the walk-in closet. "Oh, Fuck! I see your problem. Why the hell are all your clothes fit for an accountant? This looks like a fucking nun's closet! What is this?" Christie pulled out a pair of unfortunate long black slacks. They looked like they were made for a man with weirdly shaped legs.
"Uh…those are my dress pants?" she really didn't see the problem in her clothes, they were appropriate for her job at the law firm.
"What?! These aren't pants! A fucking two year old has more style than you!" Christie was beginning to get frustrated with the. "God fucking damn, I can't work with this. Do you even have shoes that aren't repulsive?"
"I have a pair of grey flats? I've never actually worn them…but I have them…somewhere." Arizona didn't really like being put down because of her wardrobe. She did have some clothes with shape…and color. "I also have this here. Would it work for tonight?" She grabbed a yellow and pink long sleeved shirt that looked like it was made in the 1960's.
"Okay wow! No. that is better than whatever the fuck those pants were, but no. come on, we're going to my house really quick." She grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards the door.
"Hey uh, maybe I should get clothes on?" Arizona wiggled her arm out of the grasp and returned to her closet. She threw on a grey hoodie from law school and a pair of black sweat pants.
Christie was looking at her with her brows furrowed and her tilted. "what the fuck is that?" she motioned towards her outfit.
"Look, I know you don't actually see me much, but I don't dress like a model for no reason." Ever since Christie had drove in from Vermont yesterday she had been making mean little comments about Arizona's appearance.
"Sweetie, you have a hot body, and no one can see a goddamn part of it through this shit! How are people supposed to know if you're a chick or a dude in this?"
"Well, I have breasts?"
"No one can see your tits through this train wreck of an outfit."
"Can we just get this stuff over with? It's almost six o'clock." Arizona felt her patients wearing thin.
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"I cannot believe you made me wear this." The girls stepped out of the limo at the front of the club. Arizona motioned at her "dress" that Christie loaned her. It was black with little shiny sequins on it. Arizona didn't even know if it counted as a dress it was so tiny, most of her breasts were hanging out, and it was so short she was nervous people could see her butt cheeks.
"Oh chill your tit, that's the hottest I think you've ever looked." Christie punched her cousin on the shoulder.
"Ow! Must you do that?"
"I do if you have to be a pansy ass." She led the rest of the group up to the door, easily getting in because they made reservations. Arizona stood on the curb for a minute, resituating her dress to make it longer in the back and higher on her chest. When she finally gave up on her task, she walked inside to join the group standing inside the door.
"Oooo yay! You're here!" One of the other girls in the group jumped up and clapped her hands. Hmm I could actually spend time with this one.
"Yes!" Arizona put on a fake, excited smile and jumped up a few times.
"Okay bitches, stop tweening out and let's go get drunk." The members of the group said their "Yeah!" or "Whoo hoo!"
"But, Christie, I have to work tomorrow, I can't get drunk." Arizona protested.
"You're gonna tear that stick out of your ass, so you're getting drunk with us."
"I can't I know you work at a bar and they don't care if you come in drunk, but I could get fired!" She was pretty sure she couldn't talk her out of it, she has never been able to talk the older woman out of anything before, but Arizona was going to try.
"Well you don't have to get shit faced, just loosen up." Christie grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the bar. She asked the four women besides her and Arizona what they wanted. The taller woman ordered each of their drinks and each of them a shot.
"I don't drink vodka." Arizona said when her older cousin pushed the shot and glass of wine at her.
"You are tonight." She picked up the blonde's drink and shoved it at her face. "Take it."
"I don't want to do shots, I'm not I'm college." The shorter woman, slightly heightened by her heels, took the small glass and sat it down on the counter.
"Just freaking do it, Arizona! Stop being a pussy." Christie and the four girls picked up of their shots, all looking at Arizona expectantly.
"Damnit fine!" The blonde tipped back the small glass, cringing at the burning liquid rushing down her throat.
"Whoo!" One of the girls cheered when Arizona finally took the shot. Christie and the group drank their vodka shot after Arizona.
"Okay bitches, I'm ready to go look at some dicks. Let's go." They picked up their glasses of vrious drinks and, she led the group through a dark doorway, even louder Hispanic music was booming out of it.
There was a stage at the front of the room with a cage off to each side. The only people in the room were women and men sitting around small tables across the wooden floor. Arizona had no Idea where the supposed strippers were but she was glad they weren't in there.
"It's freaking loud in here!" A girl in the group, Sandi, shouted over the music. Arizona was glad she could remember at least some of the girls' names.
"Where are the strippers?!" One of the other nameless women shouted.
"The show hasn't started yet." Christie said, walking towards an empty table big enough for the group.
The girls sat down, their table was near the stage, and they had a clear view of the entire area the strippers would walk on. Christie got up from her metal chair and leaned down to the group, "I'm gonna go get us some more drinks."
"I don't-" Arizona began.
"Shut up." The older woman walked away without giving her anymore chance to refuse.
She grumbled to herself as her cousin came back with more shots. "Thanks, Chris." A short, heavy set brunette woman said.
"Christie, I told you, I don't want any more alcohol." Arizona was the only girl that didn't reach for their two more shots.
"Loosen up! Just fucking let go, Arizona. I'm trying to get this stick out of your ass, but you're making that really, really hard for me." Christie whined.
"Yeah, just drink it." The same brunette spoke up, nudging Arizona with her elbow.
"Oh my god, if I'm hung over in the morning I will beat all your asses." The blonde moved the drinks in front of her.
"Fuck yeah!" Christie yelled, inviting a few questioning glances from surrounding people.
The group tipped the small glasses back, led by Christie. Arizona cringed as it rushed through her body. She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol on her body. The room was spinning slightly, and the music boomed louder in her ears.
After they drank the other tequila shot, Arizona was pleasantly buzzed. She hadn't consumed this much alcohol in a long time and she forgot how fun it was. Some of the other women were holding giggly, light conversation. Still waiting for the show to start, Arizona chose to examine the room they were in.
It was a pretty large room, the lights we're dim and there was a purple-ish glow. The tables were somewhat low to the ground, most likely for the strippers to stand on.
Suddenly the music changed. A different song started playing; it had a low rhythmic bass. A white man in an over coat danced on from back stage. Cheers and claps came from girls, and guys as the lone man came to the edge of the stage. To people that liked men, his little dance was probably alluring, but to Arizona it was boring. He slowly peeled off the long dark coat to reveal that he was wearing only a black, silver studded thong.
"Oh god." Arizona groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
Christie yelled "take it off" at the top of her lungs, followed by screams from the rest of their group.
Arizona stood up to get another drink; she was already this drunk, now it was go big or go home. "Get me a beer." Her cousin requested, demanded as she walked out of the room.
The bar was less busy than when they got there, probably because the strip show has started. The man behind the bar was flirting with a drunk girl sitting on one of the barstools. When he noticed Arizona leaning on the bar, obviously wanting his assistance, he told the girl he'd be back and walked over.
"What can I get you, honey?" The young man turned on his 'charm'.
"A beer and…vodka." She told him, trying to ignore his flirty demeanor.
"Does that come with a phone number?"
"No, just get me my drinks." She said flatly, if she hadn't been drinking, she would have said something like 'I'm not interested in men', or 'no thank you.'
"Okay, I'll be back, sweet thing." Evidently her bluntness didn't deter him from flirting.
Arizona got cranky and horny when she was drunk, which is a weird combination. As she was impatiently waiting for her drinks, she eyed a tall black woman dancing in the center of the room. She was in a crowd of people but Arizona still got a clear view. Her dark breasts were basically fully exposed; her plunging neck line went so far down you could almost see her belly button. The blonde thought about going over to ask her to dance, but then she remembered the drinks and getting back to the group.
"Here's your drinks, you sure about that number, hot stuff?" The bartender walked back over, winking at her.
"Yes, thanks for the drinks." She put the money on the counter and walked off before he could say anything else.
She returned to the room and sat Christie's drink down in front of her. "Here," she sat down in her sear again, taking a big gulp of her burning drink.
The room had gotten more strippers since she had left. There were women and men in very little clothes shaking their stuff on various tables around the room.
The blonde noticed a gorgeous brunette dancing on a table near theirs. She was the most perfect person Arizona had ever seen; the dark woman on the dance floor was worlds away from this Latina. Her gorgeous curves were accentuated by a tight corset, allowing a generous amount of olive colored cleavage spill out. The only thing covering her lower body was leather boyshorts panties. All the blonde could think about was taking this woman home and fucking her all night.
"Az, you're staring." Christie rudely pointed out, but it's not like it wasn't true.
"You're drooling a little too." One of the girls teased.
"Oooo, I'll get her over here." Christie started waving in the air, trying to get the Latina's attention.
"No! Stop! No no no, Christie, don't." Arizona warned.
"Hey! Can you come over here?!" She shouted, grabbing the curvy woman's attention. She stopped dancing and motioned for another woman to trade her places.
"What can I do for you, ladies?" She walked over, placing her hands on the table and leaning over, giving the group a good look at her cleavage. Arizona would have enjoyed the sight, if her face wasn't buried in her hands.
"Well, our friend, Arizona here, has been staring at you. I think she would like a dance." Christie smiled wickedly to the girls around.
"So, Arizona. You want a dance? Okay." She walked closer to the blonde, not allowing an answer. The Latina moved behind Arizona's seat, pulling her chair out from the table. She bends down behind her chair and let her long black hair cascade over the smaller woman's shoulder. "I can do anything you want baby, anything." Her hot breath ran down Arizona's back, making her shiver. The thought of having this woman dancing on her lap instantly drenched her panties. She would have never, ever, let it go this far if she was sober. Damn Christie for making her drink.
She looked up at the beautiful stripper, their eyes locking. She stared into deep chocolate brown eyes. "Yea, a dance would be nice." She weakly replied.
An illuminating smile crept up in those beautiful lips, and Arizona was sure that was the most gorgeous sight ever. "Great, my specialty."
The woman walked back in front of Arizona's chair, getting questioning looks from the other girls at the table.
"I'm Callie, by the way." She whispered in the blonde's ear.
The woman, Callie, straddled Arizona's left thigh between her two legs, she lowered herself down on the bottom woman's leg, grinding her hot center on her.
If Arizona wasn't turned on before, she was now. She could feel the woman's heat through her panties and it drove Arizona crazy. The arousal pooled in both girls underwear. Usually this didn't turn Callie on, it was her job, but now, seeing how this little blonde woman was looking at her like she could devour her, and she was aroused beyond belief.
Callie went through her usual routine, but put a little more effort in it. She got down on her knees before Arizona, spreading the sitting woman's thighs out with her hands. Arizona had lost control of her body; she was fully at the will of this woman. If Callie decided to take all of the blonde's clothes off right here and take her, Arizona would probably allow it. But unfortunately, or fortunately, she wasn't sure; Callie didn't try to take her clothes off.
She quickly whipped her head down in between Arizona's thighs, flipping her hair on the way. What was usually just a part of the act could be the death of her. She got a strong breath of Arizona's arousal, Callie didn't know if Arizona being turned on was a good thing or bad thing.
As the dance progressed, neither of their arousal lessened. Callie had made her way to sitting on Arizona's lap, running her hands all over the slim body and bouncing her breasts in her face. "You're so hot; it's hard for me to focus on my dancing." Callie breathed on Arizona's ear.
Arizona attacked Callie's mouth with her own, after the initial shock; Callie stopped moving her hips and rested on Arizona's legs. As a dancer, she made a point of not getting tangled in with her clients, but she sure as hell wasn't going to stop the hot mouth that was against her lips.
The brunette moaned as Arizona's tongue pushed inside of her mouth. "Fuck." Arizona swore, running her hands over the luscious body before her. "How about we go to my house?" Callie nodded vigorously as she tore her lips away.
"I'd like that."
An: so it took me over a month to write this chapter :$ mainly because I'm a procrastinator and I know after I put out the first chapter id have to write the others quicker. Oops ;) anyway so I could never say before that watching lap dance lessons was for research, but now I can. Chapter two will have the fun stuff in it :3
