Chap. 1:
The building looked dingy and jacked up from the outside. Nothing about it screamed come hither. Perhaps this is what's most appealing to people.
Wait…correction…appealing to most men.
If she was going to be honest with herself, this would've been the last place she'd ever consider working for. But hey, beggars can't be choosers though right? Well…Beca can…at least for the moment she could.
Majestic had been her last resort, considering all the other places she had applied to already had the spot filled or the bosses were just too creepy to even consider taking up the job. Had she not looked into the newspaper and seen the ad yesterday morning, Beca would've been struggling to make ends meet.
Luckily Majestic was looking for a new bartender and also something about a DJ, though that could've just been Beca's imagination playing tricks on her. But hey they were offering something and at this point Beca doesn't have much choice in the matter. As long as they're paying her a decent amount, Beca's perfectly content with whatever.
Taking a deep breath, Beca makes her way over to the heavily tinted door and slowly ventures inside. The soft tunes of Trey Songz "Slow Motion" vibrates outside the second door. She pushes gently against the second tinted door and steps forward into the giant space.
She pauses in front of the now closed door, jaw slacked. To say the inside matches the outside would be one hell of a bullshit statement. Everything about the place screamed "money". From the leather chairs that surrounded the corners of the room, to the stages the girls were dancing on, and down to the numerous amounts of expensive liquor that were stacked up on the shelf behind the bar.
Shit the fucking carpets looked expensive. It had that red carpet vibe to it, only it was blue.
Majestic makes it hella obvious as to what type of men come there, and it sure as hell ain't any young boys. The clearing of someone's throat breaks Beca from her revere.
She looks away from the rich, bling, bling surroundings and over at the tall smirking brunette. The brunette was dressed in a black and red corset, with stockings covering her legs…and damn… do those legs go for miles and miles. Man if it weren't for those black 6-inch heels…..whoa.
Her face looked pristine, not a blemish out of place and her red lipstick stuck out amongst her tannish complexion. Everything about this woman screamed "sex goddess".
"Hello darling. How can I helping you today?", the brunette asks with a husk tone.
Beca swallows whatever remnants of saliva she has in her now dry mouth. The brunette chuckles at her confused, puppy face.
"I…I'm here for the job?", Beca stutters out.
The brunette looks to her in mere confusion.
"Job?"
"Yea, I noticed there was an ad in the paper and it gave a phone number or something…", Beca dragged off.
The brunette still looked at her in confusion.
"I spoke with Luke and he said to come in today…?"
The brunette looks to Beca with wide eyes as she comes to realization.
"Ooh, so you're the new bartender". The brunette gives Beca a brief once over, chuckling to herself. "Amy's gonna have a ball with you my friend. Here follow me", she says turning away from Beca.
Beca follows after the brunette. She once again checks out the lounge space. Her eyes fall back on the tall brunette then down to her slightly exposed ass cheeks.
The two pass the main stage catching sight of a skimpy dressed Latina, sexily walking to the middle of the stage. She was dressed in a dark blue bustier. She manages to grab onto the pole and swing her body on it. She swings her head around as her body slides down the pole.
Beca turns away from the Latina and back to the tall brunette. The brunette steps over to a blonde hair gentleman conversing with another man at the bar. The brunette leans down and whispers something in the man's ear. The man looks over at Beca, who gives him an awkward grin.
He stands from his seat and gives nod to the tall brunette, who turns and walks away. The man walks to Beca buttoning his suit jacket in the middle. He pauses in front of her and leans out his hand.
"Hi. You must be Beca?", the man says with a heavy British accent.
Beca grins and shakes his hand.
"Yea and you must be Luke…", she says back.
Luke nods his head.
Beca nods with awkward grin.
"So first off, welcome to Majestic. Now from our phone convo yesterday, you had said you were interested in our bartending job?", Luke questioned with his arms crossed.
"Yea….", Beca dragged off.
"Here…follow me", Luke says heading behind the bar.
Beca follows close behind and takes one last look around the room. She briefly makes eye contact with the tall brunette, whom simply winks at her with a seductive grin.
Beca quickly turns away with a noticeable flush on her cheeks.
Luke brings the two of them into a hall that led to two doors. He walks over to the door furthest to the right. He opens the door and gestures Beca inside. She steps into the office. Her gaze lingering on the DJ set over in the corner.
Luke shuts the door and makes his way over to the mahogany desk. He takes a seat looking at Beca. She stands stiffly in the middle of the room. Luke gestures to the two leather chairs in front of the desk. Beca slowly makes her way over and takes a seat.
"So Becky?"
"No it's Beca", she corrects.
"Sorry. Uh..Beca", Luke starts off. "Tell me why you want this job?"
"Oh um…well right now I've um…*clears throat*. I've been…struggling with bills since I got laid off from my last job", she says looking at her hands.
Luke nods his head in understanding.
"I can understand where you're coming from. But tell me, why Majestic? Surely there are much better jobs than this place don't you think?", he tosses out.
Beca closes her eyes, rubbing her forehead in slight aggravation. Honestly she'd been asking herself the same fucking question since she got there.
"Listen, honestly I have…no idea why I decided to come here. Yes, I know there are other jobs that could be better than this place, but dammit I'm desperate. I've applied and been interviewed in so…many…damn…places…that I can't even remember the names of half of them. Not to mention the fact that half the fucking bosses I've talked to in those places screamed creepo within the first fifty seconds of talking. There really is no place for me to go", she throws out. "Now my question for you is…are you going to give me the job or not?"
Luke looks to her with an amused grin.
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Amy fills up the remnants of martini for the older gentleman at the bar.
"FAT AMY", Luke calls making his way over to her. The aussie turns to him, noticing the tiny brunette lurking in his shadow.
"Wassup Boss", she says back.
"Meet our newbie, Beca. Beca this is Fat Amy. She'll be showing you around the ropes", Luke says looking between the two women.
"Sup Munchkin", Amy greets with a nod.
Beca looks to her with a raised eyebrow, a grin slowly forming on her face. Luke chuckles while shaking his head.
"Well I'll leave you ladies to it", he says patting Beca on the back.
Amy watches as Luke exits the bar and heads over the lounges. She looks back at Beca, whom looks at everything but her.
"So…tell me what the hell is someone as tiny as you doing working as a bartender at strip joint? They didn't need any help at Chucky Cheese?" Amy dishes getting a couple of chuckles from some of the patrons.
Beca smirks.
"Naa. They we're already dealing with people like you body slamming kids for the last slice of pizza and their tokens", Beca throws back.
The patrons "ooh" at her comment, staring at Amy waiting for a response. Amy laughs before pulling Beca into a one-arm hug.
"You know I like you short stack. You're alright in my book", she says.
"And you're not so bad yourself…Fat Amy was it?", Beca says stepping back from the hug.
"Yea. I prefer people to call me Fat Amy"
"Why", Beca asks.
"So twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back", Amy says washing out the mixer.
Beca nods her head with a small chuckle.
"Now how good are you at mixing drinks?", Amy asks collecting a tip from one of the patrons.
Beca shrugs her shoulders. "I guess pretty decent. I mean I can make a really good Sex on Beach, Cosmo, Gin and Tonic, and a few others I can't place at the moment".
Amy nods her head in appraisal. "Pretty impressive short stack. Tell you what though…since tonight is rather slow I'll let you have today off. Tomorrow I'll show you how to manage the bar. Agreed?", Amy says holding out her hand.
Beca thinks to herself and goes to shake Amy's hand.
"Agreed"
Amy smiles and gestures to the stage.
"Why don't you go check out the show. It's free", she says preparing the mixer for another cocktail.
Beca looks to stage and watches as the Latina collects the little bits of money left on stage. She then looks to the crowd and bows before heading off stage.
"Sure why not. Mind if I grab a water bottle?", Beca asks pointing to the mini fridge.
"Not at all, help yourself", Amy says back.
Beca leans down and opens the fridge. She snags a bottle before turning and heading out of the bar.
She makes her way over to one of the seats and sits. There's chatter amongst the men in the crowd as they all await for the next performer to come on. Beca pulls out her cell and starts scrolling through her social media.
The beginning beats to Britney Spears "Gimme More" starts to play throughout the room. Beca hears the sound of heels walk steadily onto the stage. The crowd appears to go wild, well honestly who can ignore the constant wolf whistles howling from these guys?
Unable to avoid the whistles, Beca looks up to the performer. Her phone is then forgotten as she makes eye-to-eye contact with crystal blue.
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AN: Hey guys. First I want to say this is my first Bechloe/ Pitch Perfect Story. Sorry to leave you guys with a cliffhanger. Trust me when I say chapter 2 will be glorious lol. Let me know what you guys think of the story so far. - Magone