Hi everyone! My first attempt at a SwanQueen story. Thank you to my beta, Heather! Hopefully you guys like it.
Regina groans internally as the nerve running down the middle of her forehead throbs in time with the music around her. Several men in varying shades of grey and blue suits hooted and hollered like monkeys as the woman on stage steps out from between the curtains. Another meeting with the thirty-to-forty something year old men that her mother insisted would be great addition to their company; not for their skills or expertise, but for their very, very deep pockets.
These men were millionaires, playboys and jet-setters during their youth turned investor in their present age. That's why it made sense as to why they chose a strip club, of all places, to conduct the meeting, though it was less likely a meeting and more of a courtship at this point. These men had several companies looking to take advantage of their pockets and lucky for her own company, Regina knew exactly how to hook investors in.
You see, the trick to getting good business is to not talk business at all.
"Miss Mills! Are you not enjoying the show?" One of the older men asks, mid -thirties, dark short crop blonde hair, blue eyes and a sharp gray suit. Let it be said that despite Regina's preferences, she knew a handsome looking man when she saw one and this one definitely had appeal. He had surprisingly looked away from a blonde dancer who had been gyrating on each of the men's laps for the past two songs, something that Regina had no interest in watching.
During the first song, it had already taken all of Regina's energy to appear like she was enjoying, but when the woman had leaned close and whispered "You're next." into her ear before the song ended Regina immediately moved to the bar that wrapped around the stage. No, thank you.
Regina flashes him a charming smile before turning her attention back to the 'show' which was nothing more than a redhead wearing a black and red lace number that left little to the imagination. The thin fabric of the baby doll lingerie was doing little to obscure the red and white G-string that flashed its fake diamonds whenever she would spread her legs too wide.
It made Regina uncomfortable.
Sure, she had always adored and loved watching the female body move in sensual ways but something about them doing so out in the open, for men to ogle at; it didn't sit well with the Heiress.
That was probably because Regina was a very possessive person. She knew that some, if not all, of these women had partners and it never did make sense to her how someone could allow the person they love to be in such an obscene profession.
"Regina!" The blonde man calls out as he saunters towards her, stumbling over his own feet drunkenly. When he reaches Regina, he drapes an arm over her slender shoulders then leans in close to her ear, "You're not having a good time, because you're not drinking." He says as his left hand reached up, dragging it along prominent vein on the woman's forehead and the creases between Regina's eyebrows; it brings the woman back to the task at hand and with little effort, she clears her throat and forces her features smooth, "Try to enjoy. This is a club not a dull financial meeting." He whispers before lifting his hand and revealing a half-empty bottle of scotch.
Regina's eyes widen as he begins to tip the lip over the rim of her empty glass, "Mister Nolan-"
"David." He corrects as he pulls his hand back, much to her relief.
"David." Regina repeats with a smile before placing her hand over David's, pushing the bottle down on the table and patting the surprising smooth skin, "scotch isn't really my cup of tea, I prefer wine."
David's mouth drops to an 'o' as he registers what was said then motions for a waiter to come. The server was almost equally as handsome, chiseled jaw and deep-set eyebrows complemented with olive skin and his short black hair that was styled into a pompadour. If he wasn't wearing the club uniform he could have passed off as a model. Alas, on his chest was the gold logo, Oz, emblazoned on his breast pocket.
"Serve us your best wine." He simply says and the waiter was off to satisfy David's wish. Regina could imagine that few people would order such a drink here but it was really all she ever drank aside from caffeine, water and juice; wine drinking being something that she had gotten from her mother who was no light-drinker.
The blonde took a seat beside Regina as he watched the redhead on stage intently, his eyes scorching a path down the woman's body. After a few moments, she could hear footsteps coming up behind them followed by a soft "Sir?" as the waiter stood there to be acknowledge. He was holding a bottle in his hand along with a wine glass.
"Faustino, vintage 2001." The waiter said, holding the bottle out, label up.
"Tempranillo?"
"Yes."
Regina nodded her head once, taking the glass the man poured.
"I didn't expect them to have good wines." she says before taking a rich sip, humming at the flavors.
David waves the waiter away casually just as the rest of their group approaches the pair, "So now you have your drink... now you need one last thing." Another man says from beside David; dark brown hair, charming smile, and brown eyes that looked like they bore the weight of the world.
"What would that be, Philip?"
"A dance of course!" came the answer from the final member of their party; Eric. Regina glanced towards him as he approached, noting how his piercing grey eyes and pale skin, was a direct contrast to the rum in the glass in his hands.
"A dance?" Regina repeats incredulously.
"A lap dance!" the three men say in chorus, drawing the attention of some tables around us. Regina's eyes dart away from the men, embarrassed and confused at what they were planning. Although she has met these men several times during proposals, their relationship had never gone beyond business associates or acquaintances at most. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was causing the men to act like they had known each other for years.
Her deep chocolate eyes moved from her companions to the stage. Where her attention is drawn to the redhead that was currently kneeling on the ground; facing her with a sly smile on her lips. Up close, Regina could see that the black lace bra, which already had close to a five-hundred dollars hanging from it, barely left anything to the imagination.
"Is she what you want? Come on. Our treat." Eric slurs while the other two nod in agreement. The brunette looked down at her outfit to avoid the men's gaze, and focusing on the button holding her black blazer together just under the bust as it strained to keep her cleavage hidden as best it could. "I'm not sure that's approp-." She starts to say but is quickly cut off by a series of 'boo's from her present company.
It was a fork in the road for Regina, on one side she had never been one to enjoy lewd performances; hell she even tried watching porn and was more or less left traumatized by the experience. On the other hand, she needed these investors for a big project that she planned on unveiling to her mother when all the elements were set.
Was she truly willing to concede? Allow another woman, whose job it was to entertain and tease, touch her? Regina sighs because she knew the answer before the question was even brought up.
Of course she was.
"Fine, but not her..." Regina answers, making the men's eyes glimmer in the green and pink neon lit room. "I'm not into redheads." She adds before scanning the crowd.
Several women in different states of undress. Men and some women ogling at the half-naked, and some fully-naked bodies. The club itself was beautiful, there was one main stage with a small runway that had a floor to ceiling pole and a bar that wrapped around the length of it. There were also a few elevated poles scattered along the broad room, these were surrounded by two or four couches and would be used by dancers for semi-private dances. All the seats were covered in black or white velvet, even the carpet had beautiful cursive patterns. When Regina first stepped into the club though, the first thing that caught her attention was the ceiling, where large strips of white fabric hung from the middle of the area then extending out towards different points of the room; the whole thing was bathed in yellow and green lights.
Even the room looked sinful. Regina thought as her eyes dart from one dancer to another; not sure exactly what she was looking for.
"I want..." Just as she was about to point at a brunette swaying in the corner wearing a pink and white corset, a blonde steps out from a back room, wearing a black and white striped bra with matching striped thong and a sea captain's hat. It was almost laughable at how the world seemed to have zoomed into the blonde, she turns her head with a bright smile as Pink Corset passed her and through the door that the blonde had just exited from. "... Her."
There's a collective groan and an awkward silence that followed, Regina turned to the men whose lips were pursed in a tight line, similar to the look you give to a child when you can't give them the giant rainbow-colored lollipop that they want.
"What?" The brunette asks, confused at the men's reactions
Philip shrugged and answered, "That one is a little tricky."
Curiosity piqued, Regina couldn't help but gaze back towards the blonde. The dancer had made her way to the back of the bar, not really looking at anybody as she grabbed a bottle from the middle shelf and poured herself a glass. Whiskey. Two ice cubes.
"Anna is known for her high standards. She's very picky." He explains further before taking a sip from his glass. "I've been coming in here for years and I've only seen her dance on stage once when she was new."
"Even her p-private dances are few and far between, not to mention expensive." Eric chimes in, his words slurring lightly. The two of men get into a conversation about the enigma that was this Anna as Regina turns her attention to the last man, David, who's been silent for the conversation so far. "What do you think of this Anna?"
"Not my type," he shrugs and shivers lightly as if shaking his thoughts out. "But they're right, you should choose someone else." Regina's eyebrows form a deep crease as she throws another glance the blonde's way; she was still there behind the bar and this time talking with the male bartender. Not flirting. Just... having a conversation.
There was something about her. It wasn't her titillating outfit, or the way her hair seemed to move like she was in an ad for shampoo. No it wasn't that.
It was the way she carried herself. The confidence she carried with her despite her profession and how the people out here saw her and these girls. Regina felt so drawn to this woman that the mere thought of getting a dance from someone else simply didn't enter her mind.
Aside from her unquenchable curiosity, getting that dance would be a good business move, the fact that getting this woman to dance for her would make Regina the envy of the men she was with. Envy was power and so was intrigue, and right now 'Anna' had that hanging over her head. If the men couldn't get a dance, and she did, they would want to know her secrets. She would have them in the palm of her hands.
Regina couldn't quench this intense curiosity and the chance to snag her investors at the same time.
Two birds. One stone.
"No. I want her." she says firmly.
The men groaned into their half-empty glasses but in the end it was Philip that caved, calling over a raven-haired waitress with bright red highlights down the left side of her head, "Red" as her nameplate read, how fitting. Philip whispers into the woman's ear and Regina didn't need to hear to know what he was saying. The waitress smiled and nodded, then made her way to the bar.
Regina could hear the woman call out, "Anna!" to get the blonde's attention, beckoning her with a single finger. Regina watches the woman named Anna as she leaves the bartender to approach the waitress, Red leans in and whispers into her ear. The blonde rolls her eyes, obviously used to the request, but then the waitress seemed to say something that caught her attention. Her eyebrows arched, looking intrigued.
Anna pulls back and says something to Red, prompting the waitress to point in the group's direction. Regina watches as the blonde's eyes followed the line of Red's finger, scanning the crowd; her gaze swept left then right before finally, with a little help when the waitress basically grabbed her head to look at the right direction, she spots the group that had requested for her presence. The Heiress could see her look at each man, looking at her last.
Their eyes meet, emerald green on chocolate brown. The connection lasts longer than necessary but Regina doesn't look away.
'Keep your eye on the prize' as her mother always said.
She saw Anna smirk before whispering something into Red's ear that makes the girl step back with a disbelieving look. The blonde simply shrugs before looking back at the brunette.
The waitress saunters her way back to the group then leans into Regina's ear, "Anna says she's interested but..."
"But...?" She asks, barely keeping the excitement out of her voice.
"She wants it private." Red purrs then backs away, waiting for the woman's answer.
"What did she say?" Eric asks eagerly
Regina shakes her head softly then clears her throat, "She said she's interested, but only in a private dance." The thought of having this blonde to herself not only excited her but also intimidated her. Regina could feel her heart slamming against her chest, which confused her, why was she so nervous? It was only a dance, given that it will probably be naked, it was a dance nonetheless.
Philip turns to Red with a smile and says, "Tell An-na..." He slurs and waves his glass around drunkenly, "...that we- she accepts." He says without waiting on Regina's decision. Red nods then skips off back to the blonde, leaving Regina wide-eyed and nervous.
"Philip! That's cost us at least double!" David scolds but Eric waves him off casually, "It'll be worth it! Now, huddle up!" He barks out then pulls them all into an awkward group hug; similar to huddle before the start of the play during football games.
"Gentlemen, I'm aware of the rules in a strip club. I've read about them." Regina defends but Eric and Philip shake their heads. One of them, she's not sure which, snatches the half full glass of wine from her hands.
"My drink!" Regina barks but Eric cuts her of with an outstretched hand.
"You will not be drinking, Regina. This is a once in a lifetime chance. You need a clear head." Philip whispers and Regina could almost get drunk from his breath alone.
"We need you to be fully aware, you're joining the ranks of few men that have gotten the chance to get a dance from the Anna. Tell us everything when you're done." Eric adds before patting her back.
The Heiress was so deep in her thoughts that she failed to notice Red approaching her until the woman touched her arm lightly, "Miss. Follow me." the waitress smiles and Regina stands, as graceful as ever despite being distracted. She notices that the blonde was no longer behind the bar and couldn't help the excitement that built in her gut.
Regina was a woman of many luxuries. Her mother had ensured that she grew up with everything that she could ever need or desire. From lavish parties, the best clothes, jewelry, bags and shoes that money could buy; still, with the fame and fortune that the Mills family had at their disposal, life experiences were very rare.
With constant threats to their child, Cora and Henry Mills Sr. had kept their daughter almost invisible to the world. Regina Mill never appearing without at least two body guards by her side, only attending the most important social events and being home-schooled by the best teacher's money could buy. It was even rumored that Mr. Gold, a mysterious but almost genius businessman, was bought out by the Mill's family from Harvard itself just to focus solely on teaching Regina. Whether or not it was true, the woman had become a considerable force in the business world.
Aggressive, outspoken, driven and merciless, Regina Mills had practically taken over the business at the age of 18. At 23, she took over a rival business and a year later was given the title TIME magazine's person of the year award, the youngest to ever receive it at that time.
All those achievements, awards and companies in the palm of her hands; yet, right now, in a strip club in Miami, Regina could feel her heart slamming against her rib cage. It drummed in her ear and drowned out any sound from outside as she was led through a hallway lit with red neon lights and black light.
She swallowed thickly against her drying throat just as Red stops in front of the door into, what Regina could guess was, the private room. She notices a stained glass design on the door that she couldn't make out in time before Red swung it open.
The brunette, like she was raised to do so, enters like she owned the room. Anna wasn't inside yet but the room looked just as decadent as the woman that was about to dance there. The walls of the small rectangular room were lined in red suede with a long leather couch running along the three walls like an upside down 'U'; in the middle of it was a circular stage and a steel pole that connected the stage to the ceiling.
Just looking at the room made Regina's mouth water.
"Please take a seat, Anna will be with you shortly." Red's hushed voice drifts through the air and into her ear. The woman nods before taking a seat in the middle curve of the 'U' shaped couch; her face settling into the calm and unreadable expression that she had perfected over the years,
'Never let them see you nervous or out of sorts, Regina.' her mother's voice echo in her head like a mantra.
She takes a steadying breath, shaking her head lightly, before crossing one leg over the other; waiting for the blonde to step through the door. As she does so, she finally notices how intricate the design was. Stained glass in reds, yellows, whites, and blues, depicting some sort of bird floating in a pond, a halo on its head
No not a halo, it was too intricate to be one.
A crown.
A Swan Queen.
The brunette's musings were cut off when the door swings open and reveals the blonde in the sea captain's costume, holding the bottle of whiskey she had been drinking from earlier.
She gently kicks the door closed, stalking towards the brunette then places the bottle of Jack Daniels, along with two ice-filled glasses, on the table that surround the pole in front of Regina. Anna stands in front of the heiress and adjust the cups of her bra before leaning against the table, pouring each of them a good half-glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Regina noted just how the woman moved sensuality and confidently. She wasn't doing anything overtly erotic or indecent, except for her outfit. No it wasn't that, but the brunette couldn't quite put her finger on what it was exactly; there was just something.
"Tell me..." Anna purrs as she hands Regina the glass, "... How are you enjoying your first time in a strip club?" she asks before sliding unto the couch beside Regina, kneeling and causing her bare knee to brush against the exposed skin below the brunette's skirt.
The question and the skin-to-skin contact catches Regina off -guard and she gasps softly, "Who-what makes you think it's my first time?"
With smooth movements, Anna tilts her head to side and brushes her golden blonde hair to the side, "Oh come on. Exhibit A, you're not drunk. You barely drank all night." She says then flashes a disarming and knowing smile.
Regina swallows thickly, had she been watching me?"Have you been wat-"
"Exhibit B..." Anna cuts her off and Regina had to remind herself that the blonde did not know who she was, had no idea what interrupting her would have entailed. A lost job. Foreclosed home. Jail time. Oh, Regina had her ways and she never appreciated being interrupted. "...your posture"
The brunette straightens herself at that, remembering how her mother would always scold her about sitting like a lady, "My posture?"
A hand creeps along Regina's shoulder, making goose bumps erupt on the sides of her neck, "It's too stiff. Too..." Anna pauses just long enough to dig a thumb on a knot in the brunette's shoulder, "...tight."
The unexpected pressure causes the, normally high-strung, woman's shoulder to sag and a soft moan to float past her lips. Anna's fingers pause momentarily but it was long enough for Regina to blink her senses back. She tilts her head slightly to the side just enough to catch a glimpse of the soft blonde hair that was now draped over her shoulder.
She craved to touch it, to feel it against her skin. To see it splayed out on the pillow in her bed. To take it between her fingers. Regina swallows thickly against a sudden overwhelming urge to know what sounds she could elicit from the blonde with a firm fist in those golden locks.
The last thought causing the woman to clear her throat, "I'll have you know that I-" "Exhibit C. No one argues during a private dance." Anna finishes. "I do what you want; whether 'what you want' is something you know you do or a deep dark secret you never knew you liked." she finishes with a tone lower than when she started.
Another interruption, she noted as she felt the lips stretch into a smile against her jaw before drifting down and latching on her pulse point; sucking so harshly that she was sure it would leave a mark.
Stars explode in Regina's vision at the sensation of soft lips and a firm tongue on her skin, making her hands fly up to the dancer's thigh and gripping it tightly. She could swear she heard Anna gasp at the contact but the sound was gone before Regina could be sure.
Regina could feel her heart trying to beat out of her neck, pulsing against soft, thin, red-tainted lips before completely stopping then reappearing at a place that she's never felt it before.
Not in her chest, or that vein in forehead when she was angry.
No.
Somewhere lower. Much lower.
It causes the woman to whimper under the blonde's lips. The sensation felt so foreign, so intriguing and delicious that Regina had to use all her willpower not to beg. No, she did not beg. She was Regina Mills, COO of a multi-national company that has affiliates in all seven continents, and damn it she will not be intimidated by a stripper.
That's the moment when Regina feels the blonde straddle her lap.
Shit.Anna ground her hips firmly against Regina's lap that the brunette was sure she could feel the woman's slit against her skirt-covered skin. The blonde then leaned forward and rolled her body so that the red ribbon between her breasts lightly brushed against Regina's cheek.
The movement causes Regina's breath to hitch although she managed to keep it subtle, almost indiscernible if it weren't for the heavy breath that she exhaled. She had to look for something, anything to keep her overactive mind from straying towards the dangerous. Yes, she could have been enjoying this little show but submitting to this woman's manipulations felt like a defeat; and Regina Mills never lost.
Especially when it came to self-control, it was something that she had been proud of and right now, surprisingly, she was quickly reaching her limit. It was disarming. It was true that Regina was not one to indulge in such establishments such as strip clubs but she had never been this close to losing control in any aspect of her life.
Not when her mother had interfered in her relationship with an intern. Not when Henry Jr., her adopted son, kept her up for 36 hours straight because of a tantrum-from-hell. Especially not with any man or woman that had tried to seduce her.
She wasn't going to start now, not with a stripper in a sailor costume that was currently doing magic with her mouth on her neck and ears. To distract herself, Regina decides to think of the only thing she knew like the back of her hand; work.
Sidney had filled her in on her appointments and she had several lined up for the next few days; investors, suppliers, organizers and contacts with the government. Her presentations were, at least, 98% ready and simply needed polishing. Henry's parent-teacher conference is coming up and-
There's a harsh bite to her shoulder that snaps Regina out of her musings.
"How dare y-" the angered snap was quenched as soon as she feels the warm, moist tongue on her aching skin; instead, a quivering breath slips out from between her plump, cranberry-colored lips.
"There you are, Power Suit." the blonde smirks, her fingers wandering under the stiff lapel of Regina's long, black blazer. Chocolate brown eyes drift low and watch as pale fingers move lower on the garment until it reaches the button, "You look so tense, so tightly wound. I wonder what you would look like when you're turned on, hmm?" Anna whispers before unbuttoning the blazer and letting it fall open, revealing more of the brunette's red dress.
"This is highly inapp-"
"I wonder what you fantasize about..." Anna interrupts as she continues to glide her hands over the shoulders of her top and Regina doesn't even have the mind to count the number of interruptions anymore.
"Let me guess..." She husks but not before grinding herself on Regina's leg again, both women moaning at the contact. "...Getting tied up? Strong, in-control, woman like you? I can already see how wet you'll get just by being dominated for once."
Regina bites back the moan that had momentarily escaped her; the pain on her lower lip barely distracting her from the throbbing between her legs. Oh how she would love the opportunity to put this woman in her place. A chance to see how smart Anna's mouth could be; alas, she respected the woman too much, as she does all women, despite her profession.
Anna's hands slide down the brunette's arms, taking her client's delicate hands and placing them on her side. Regina hummed, substituting the moan that tried to escape her again, at the contact. The blonde's skin was smooth and had no hint of powdery make up or any sort of concealer.
It was pale and silky smooth and Regina could feel the muscles flexing under the taut skin with everybody roll that she did. "So in control of yourself..." Anna husks before pulling Regina's hands higher, dragging it up to just under the swell of her breasts, "Stay there." was her whispered command before reaching behind her. Regina swallowed thickly as she watched the blonde, groaning internally when she feels the bra slacken above her hands.
The brunette felt like she was holding on to her control by her fingertips and any more exposed skin will only do nothing but cause her to completely lose it. Before she could think, the bra completely loosens and Anna slips the straps off her shoulders; swinging the fabric high above her head before letting it fall somewhere behind her.
Now, Regina has seen several naked women before, sometimes at the same time, because of art pieces that feature the naked female body, but with Anna. There was just something so alluring about her body; the color of her skin, how her right breast hung slightly lower than the other, the pale pink areola that was the perfect size to the stiff dark pink flesh in its center.
Her delicate fingers, slipped around the swell under Anna's breasts to cup them firmly; pressing them together then pushing them up and pinching the stiff peaks between her thumbs and forefingers. It causes Anna to moan and her steady grinding against the brunette's lap to falter; the sheer effect she had on the woman causes Regina lose track of where she was. She forgets where they are. Who she's with; because with Anna, literally, in her hands, it was almost like nothing else mattered.
Anna's hips regain their steady rhythm after a few seconds, and she places her hands on the couch, on either side of Regina's head, "so good... You're so good with your hands." she whispers, biting her lip to distract herself from the wet patch that she forming on her own costume as well as her client's skirt.
Regina growls as the blonde pushes her beautiful breasts against her face and it causes the heiress to smirk, "desperate?"
Blonde hair bounces in a nod, "mm-hmm..." She mewls.
Satisfied that the sound was genuine, Regina wraps her arms around the woman to cup her ass. The contact causes Anna's hips to push back and grind forward in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of friction.
They stay like this for several seconds, both women feeling like they're in the precipice of a high cliff. Pushing and pulling each other until one of them gives in to the intense and sudden desire.
Anna grinding herself on Regina's lap, teasing her with her moist core; somehow feeling how much Regina wants it.
Regina pinching, rolling and flicking the blonde's nipples between her fingers; feeling every motion cause a new wave of wetness in Anna's core.
Back and forth. Rocking and rolling against each other.
Surprisingly, a particularly hard thrust against Regina's lap causes the blonde to moan wantonly. The sound unravels the brunette's control and she releases one breast to fist the back of Anna's head, tangling long blonde mane between her slender fingers.
A short hiss escapes blood-red lips but the sound wasn't pained or afraid, she was aroused. "Grind harder." Regina commands as her right leg began to roll against her core. Anna whimpers pathetically then does as the brunette says.
Regina watched, almost in awe as Anna arches her body to grind properly on the thigh between her legs. The brunette reveled at the power that she had on this woman, the woman that all those men wanted. The woman that was able to break her control. The intriguing, sexy, and mysterious woman who was now practically drenching her skirt with cum.
Despite being painfully inexperienced with strippers or sex for that matter, Regina still managed to exercise control over the blonde and this only served to broaden the smirk that was on her lips.
It felt surreal.
And like all good things, it had to be cut short.
All of a sudden, the doors burst open and a tall man wearing a "bouncer" shirt stood at the doorway, his arms crossing as he glared at the two women. Anna was able to jump back fairly quickly, retreating to the table that was wrapped around the pole with her arm crossed to at least cover her breasts.
"August." The blonde says breathlessly.
"Anna." He says without taking his eyes off of Regina; who in turn placed her hands discreetly over the wet patch on her skirt.
"What are you doing interrupting my dance for Miss... Power Suit?"
"Dance, huh?"
Regina watches their interaction and meets Anna's gaze as she looks at her, emerald green eyes seeming darker and hungrier than when she first saw them.
"Yes. A dance." Regina chimes in, slightly irritated at the interruption.
"Didn't look like much of a dance to me. Has this woman crossed a line, Anna?" The man named August answers plainly without looking at the blonde; which only served to irk the woman more. Despite the annoyance, Regina felt like she had been doused with water. Had she crossed a line? Wasn't she allowed to touch the dancer? The mere thought of breaking the rule had caused a heavy feeling to set in her gut.
Anna shakes her head then points to the door, "No, August! Jesus! We talked about this! Get out!"
With a deep huff, the man turns then closes the door behind him as he leaves, leaving the two women panting and facing each other.
Regina couldn't help but realize how beautiful the woman looked with flushed cheeks and when Anna bit her lip, it just about snapped her self-control in half. The blonde sighs deeply before dropping her hands, exposing her body again "I'm sorry about him; he-"
Anna never got to finish her sentence as Regina quickly moved to pin the woman against the wall, "You..." Regina whispers as she glides her lips along the smooth skin of Anna's jaw. "You make control very difficult." she husks.
Regina could feel the blonde's breath hitch at the sudden contact, the sound morphing into an amused hum, "Control hasn't been in my vocabulary for years and I love making my clients fight to keep it." The brunette growls in response and it makes Anna chuckle lowly. "You've been in control longer than anyone I've brought in here and I'd love to see how far I can take you before you snap." She husks.
Before Regina could move to do something she might regret there was a soft knock on the door. "Regina. It's David. Eric got kicked out for groping another customer; we have to go." The deep male voice says from outside; a roll of cash slipped under the door and Regina almost laughed. It was almost amusing if it wasn't so frustrating.
"Time's up." Anna whispers, her voice sounding disappointed.
Regina steps back and smooths down her skirt and blazer, glad that the wet patch Anna left on the fabric wasn't very obvious. She clears her throat before dipping down and picking up the cash. "Yes." Regina clears her throat, "Thank you for the... dance." The brunette pulls out a wad of cash and hands it to the blonde along with the money from her companions, Regina didn't know how much was appropriate to give for the kind of dance she did but she hoped it was enough.
Anna takes the money and, without counting, slipped it between the thin strap of her striped underwear, "You won't count it? What if it's not sufficient?" Regina asks.
"I don't need to count it, any amount is enough for how fun this was." The blonde answers with a playful wink, "it was a pleasure to serve, Power Suit." she adds before opening the door, exposing her bare-breasted self to David.
"Excuse me." Anna whispers softly as she slipped past him.
The brunette laughs at David's wide-eyed expression then shakes her head, "Anna!" Regina calls out as she made her way to the hallway, she wasn't sure what the hell she was going to say but it just felt wrong to leave. Of course, that could be how things usually were.
But not for her. A strip club would not remove Regina's manners.
The half-naked woman turns around and flashes a bright smile at her, "Yeah?"
It was then that the brunette saw the thin necklace and pendant that was dangling between the woman's collarbones. A silver swan; much like the stained glass window of the room.
It piqued her curiosity.
"Nothing. Have a good evening." Regina says with a soft smile and a nod.
From the blonde's reaction, it was obvious that, that wasn't what she expected; maybe a dirty joke or a flirtatious wink, anything sexual; definitely not kindness and that didn't settle well in the brunette's stomach.
She echoes Regina's smile before nodding, "I will. I'll see you around, Power Suit."
Okay so that's chapter one... let me know what you guys think! Leave a review and I'll give you cookies!
By the way, if it's not obvious... Anna is Emma. Strippers use fake names all the time; and I read that writers actually considered 'Anna' instead of 'Emma'. So there's a little trivia for you.