A smoking hot model heads to the club for a night of fun when a dark haired stranger catches her eye.

Me Too – Meghan Trainor
Song lyrics are in italics.

The silk crimson skirt glided smoothly up her body, a tight fit at her waist line, falling loosely at her ankles embellished by a side slit that stopped above her knee, exposing a glimpse of what was to offer, her long tanned legs. Spinning on her heel, she looked down her body, watching the flow of her skirt. She ran her hands against the silk and back to the top that added to this particular gorgeous outfit. Her slender body and tanned skin shined behind the v-neck that plunged almost to her navel, revealing more flesh as her petite breasts were teasingly held in place by the material. She slipped her feet into the golden strappy low heels that slightly added to her tall frame. The shimmering fasteners wrapped around her ankles, holding the footwear in place. Her blonde hair was pinned up, out of her face and away from her shoulders. Tonight was maximum skin exposure night.

One foot in front of another, and a sway at her hips, Piper stepped into her closet, mirrors all around her as she took in the beauty of her body, admiring her outfit in full. She had taken quite some time selecting this. It always seemed to give her more power when she had control over her look. Her eyes traveled down her figure, and back up as she locked eyes with herself in the mirror. Blue eyes sparkled back at her as she smiled to herself. The fashion stylists always made Piper look smoking hot, but something about this outfit and choosing her clothes made her feel incredible. She spun in her closet, looking at herself from all angles making sure everything was just perfect.

Who's that sexy thing I see over there?
That's me, standin' in the mirror
What's that icy thing hangin' 'round my neck?
That's gold, show me some respect

Her hands reached to touch the sparkling object on her neck, a golden necklace. She gently picked up the cluster of diamonds hanging right between her breasts and examined it before placing it back onto her skin. The necklace and jewels complemented her look completely.

I thank God every day
That I woke up feelin' this way
And I can't help lovin' myself
And I don't need nobody else, nuh uh

She ran her hands down her exposed skin and she looked back to the mirror. Her body standing up straighter just that little bit more. It was going to be great going out to do what she wanted to. Tonight was a night of Piper's decisions – the choices of club, and the choices of company. Of course, she'd rather have gone alone, but that was not possible at this point in her career. While she had control over this night, the modeling agency still had control over her life. At least for that little bit longer.

Mike opened the town car door for Piper as she slid across the leather seats. He slipped into the car next to her, whistling low. His words were barely audible, but Piper didn't miss them. "You look good tonight, Ms. Chapman. Damn good." Piper just smiled. She liked Mike best of all her guards. He was always kind and very protective without being overbearing. He wasn't a meathead like some of them.

Soon the car pulled up in front of the club. "Fuck," Piper muttered under her breath. "Who told the paparazzi?" There were throngs of camera jockeys with their professional equipment trained on the door to the car, waiting for Piper Chapman to exit the car.

"I believe it was Sam. He's your social media guy, right? A tweet went out when we left your place. I guess he thought you'd be inside by the time the photographers arrived."

Piper sighed. She took a few moments to put her public face on, downed the rest of her gin and tonic and motioned for Mike that it was time to go. As the door was opened for her, she was greeted by a red-haired woman that offered Piper her hand to help her out of the car. Her tanned legs swiveled to exit the car, as her heels touched the pavement on the outside of the car, and instantly her name was being called. Flash after flash, Piper took hold of the hand, to guide herself easily out of the car.

Piper slowed down and took a look at the crowd, smiling sweetly like only Piper Chapman could. "Piper. Piper! Look over here." Piper posed for a few pictures for the independent photographers who were only trying to get the perfect picture of a celebrity so they could put food on their table. She also took a handful of selfies with girls who weren't trying to obnoxiously gain her attention.

If I was you, I'd wanna be me too
I'd wanna be me too
I'd wanna be me, too

"Make sure you tag me in those!" Piper laughed as she knew the girls wouldn't forget. Piper made a mental note to make sure Sam retweeted the pics. As Piper nodded her head indicating she was ready to go in, the red-haired woman and her body guard helped create a barrier as they made their way into the crowd and into a special enclosed area up a few stairs with an excellent view of the dance floor. Mike went to position himself at the bottom of the stairs to keep out unwanted people when Piper pulled him up in the room.

"Not tonight Mikey. You are my guest. The club is providing security. They have an approved guest list and have our protocol for letting people in. It's your night to relax." The large man just grinned at Piper's use of his nickname. Very few people got away with calling him that. "I took the liberty of inviting Javier. I hope that's okay." Piper glanced over her shoulder in time to catch Mike's reaction. "It's okay Mikey. Enjoy yourself."

The other woman flopped down, seemingly exasperated. "Piper, I'm your personal assistant. Why won't you let me do my job and help you?"

Piper chuckled. "Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. You are as bad as Mikey here. Look, I wanted this night to be about being fun. You two are like my closest friends right now. I wanted you both to just enjoy the night with me – not work for me. Please – just enjoy yourself. Please?" Piper batted her eyelashes as Lisa just rolled her eyes. "Besides, you can't say you want to work tonight? Can you? Just enjoy the fruits of my labor."

On that, she looked over her shoulder at the bartender approaching her. A fresh gin and tonic was held out in front of her, as she took the glass and held it up to her guard and her assistant. "Cheers."

I walk in like a dime piece
I go straight to V.I.P.
I never pay for my drinks
My entourage behind me
My life's a movie, Tom Cruise

Piper stood to the front of the box that overlooked the dance floor, her eyes watching the quickly filling club. She could see about everyone dancing. Some angles from the floor even provided a glimpse into the VIP area. She had long figured out exactly where to stand if she wanted to be seen and where to stand if she didn't.

The DJ spinning tonight was one of her all-time favorites and knew Piper was going to be in the house. Her VIP status always provided the best experience. Knowing Piper was here, the DJ was ready with a mix of songs she knew Piper liked the best. Piper was always so sweet to the staff and didn't hurt that she was a damned good tipper.

A few more people had joined them in the VIP area and the night was ramping up to be quite a wild one. Piper had a fresh drink and was reaching over the edge, touching fingertips with many of the fans who were reaching up to her. At this point in the night, not many people were interested in taking pictures or videos; they were just enjoying the night. Admiring the heat of the club and everyone on the dance floor, her eyes scanned the bodies once more. Catching a glimpse of an individual, as her head snapped back and faltered on this particular figure.

Jet black hair fell over her shoulders, stopping part way down her back. She had pale skin which stood out against her black leather biker jacket which she wore atop of a low cut white tank top. Her black skinny jeans hugged her curves all the way down until they tucked into her black biker boots. She was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing without abandon, ignoring all of the chaos around her.

Piper's gaze was frozen. There was something about this woman that had Piper mesmerized as the woman danced as if she were the only person in the world, her body moving to the beat of the song that echoed through the speakers. Piper had forgotten herself as well as those behind her as her body immobilized. Her hands tightening on the rail that protected her from falling. She was lost in this woman, her body weak as she had become captivated.

Her black hair tossed back and forth with abandon. Her head thrown back exposing her long neck. Piper was enthralled. Her mouth was growing dry and she stared at the woman. Piper's hands gripped on the bar, flustered at the allure of the woman. She snapped back to reality and scrunched her face as Lisa bumped into her. Piper realized just how out of it she had been as she realized Lisa was standing beside her and had softly hip-checked her out of her stupor.

Lisa chuckled at Piper's attempts to not be perturbed at the interruption. "What's got you in a daze? Or who should I ask?" Smirking at Piper, she turned her head to the dance floor and scanned the crowd.

Piper squinted her eyebrows, confused at what Lisa was talking about, before her head snapped back around and she frantically searched the crowd for the tall drink of water she had been watching. Her eyes falling back on who she admired, as she swallowed past the lump in her throat, and a small smile to herself. She discreetly motioned to the object of her beguilement. "That."

Another, sarcastic laugh erupted from Lisa's mouth, as Piper turned back to look at her, arching her eyebrows. Looking back at Piper, noting that her face hinted at nothing sarcastic, Lisa turned back to the dance floor, as Piper mirrored her. Her eyes followed the trail of Piper's. "Wow," Lisa gulped, and a small silence fell between the two.

Unbeknownst to the mysterious woman on the dance floor, all eyes were now on her from above in the VIP section. A gathered crowd on the dance floor, was reciprocated by that in the arch of the tiered VIP section, a line of Piper and her companions stood across the balcony as they silently observed the woman.

Piper's mouth was parched, her lips dry as she had spent too long draining in the beauty of the women. Thirsty for something, she quickly drained her gin and tonic as she turned to sit her glass down on the table knowing it would be replaced with a fresh drink. The woman was enticing, and Piper didn't really seem to care about being caught staring. One of the stipulations of her contract was that she was to have no public contact or show no interest in anyone not pre-approved by the agency. But Piper was so close to the end of her service, she threw caution to the wind and kept her eyes glued to the goddess below.

After all, she was only looking.

Leaning onto the barrier, she looked down on the woman. Lost in her movement, without warming the dancing woman looked up. Her eyes locked with Piper, knocking Piper back with embarrassment, and a flush moved up her neck. The dress she had chosen to wear tonight was going to do her no favors in hiding the redness.

She lowered her head shyly, looking back to the woman, as she now looked back and watched an embarrassed Piper. Their eyes connected again, as they both watched in each other, drinking in the beauty of the other. They held each other's gaze for a moment, then the dark haired woman smirked. Sending a wink in Piper's direction, she broke eye contact turning her back to the booth as she continued her dancing, this time more provocatively.

Piper released a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Oh. My. God." She held onto the bar, turning, "Lisa… That woman is hot." She took in a deep breath, moving back from the bar as she walked to the table, retrieving her drink, "I have to talk to her. Will you bring her up here? Please?"

Lisa frowned. "Piper, your contract says otherwise. I don't think it's a good idea."

"Fuck my contract."

At that, Piper could hear the catches of breathes and gasps around her. Realizing what she had said out loud, she quickly continued her sentence. "I only have four weeks left of this indentured servitude and I doubt they will care. They think I'm going to re-sign with them." Piper scoffed at the idea. Walking back to look down at the woman, before leaning her back against the barrier.

Piper lowered her voice significantly before continuing. "Between you and me, I have no plans on re-upping my contract." Lisa's eyes grew wide as a look of concern crossed her face. "But what I do plan on is keeping you as my personal assistant. Which I will be more certain to do if you get that woman up here."

Lisa grinned as she turned to exit. "I'll do my best boss."

Piper watched as Lisa walked across the VIP area, taking the stairs to the floor below, crossing the barrier. Smiling, she turned on her heel. Quickly catching a look from Mike, before her eyes were back on the floor below watching for Lisa. It didn't take long. Her eyes caught hold of her friend, as she followed her move onto the dance floor. Piper admired Lisa even more for her bravado to approach the object of Piper's attraction.

The woman was dancing with her eyes closed, and it seemed as though Lisa was unsure as how to handle this. With no other option, she finally placed a light hand on the woman's shoulder. Piper watched from above, as the woman's eyes slowly opened. She looked up at the arch, noting Piper, before her eyes focused on the short redhead in front of her.

On the dance floor, Lisa focused on the dark haired beauty. Conversing in conversation, as Piper noted the now not-so-focused woman, whose eyes appeared to look above Lisa. For what seemed to be going badly from above, suddenly altered as Piper locked eyes with Lisa, who was now looking up. But her expression did not seem at all worried.

Motioning up to the VIP area, the other woman's gaze snapped up. She looked, catching Pipers eye as Lisa smiled proudly at the site of her. Piper waved, motioning her finger in a seductive manner, indicating that the woman should join her. But the mysterious dancer, shook her head. Piper frowned; she wasn't used to being rejected. She watched on as the woman leaned into Lisa's ear, whispering. Lisa responded, but another shake on the head was received as the woman turned and dedicated her attention back to dancing. Her back was turned to Piper this time as she swayed her hips, one hand above her head, as the other moved at her side.

Lisa looked up at Piper, shrugged her shoulders, and turned to come back up.

Furrowing through the VIP section, Piper waited at the top of the stairs to meet her assistant. Anxiously greeting her as she was quick in asking, "Well? Is she coming? What did she say?"

"She's not coming up here. She's one cool character."

Piper frowned, as Lisa walked on in front of her. She quickly walked behind her friend, trying to catch up as she continued to ask questions. "What did she say to you?"

"She's not that into you."

"What?!" By now, Lisa had stopped, as Piper bumped into her. Running her hand down her face, she stepped back from Lisa, shaking her head. Opening her mouth to talk, Lisa interrupted her with a chuckle.

"Piper chill!" Lisa walked to the bar where Mike and Javier were standing. She looked over her shoulder, shaking her head at an agitated Piper. "She said that if you wanted, you were more than welcome to come down there but that she wouldn't hide up in some VIP box." Lisa chuckled. "She sure has your number."

Piper scurried to the balcony, looking back to the dance floor. The woman's eyes were drilling into her, looking up and down what she could see of Piper which included most of Piper's cleavage. Piper involuntarily gasped. "Fuck," she whispered.

Looking around, she headed to the corner standing in front of her mirror. She straightened her dress, overlooking herself in the mirror as she fixed any faults, making sure her hair was in place and her make-up was not messed up. She applied a final touch of lip gloss, before she turned to look at her oblivious friends, and then to the stairs.

Her feet couldn't take her quick enough. But she immediately hit a hurdle, as Mike appeared suddenly between Piper and security. "Where do you think you are going?"

"I want to dance."

"Piper." He turned to look at the floor below and back to Piper, "It's not exactly safe for you down there Ms. Chapman. This is why we have this space. It's to keep the crowd away from you and to keep the paparazzi exposure down. I can't let you down on the dance floor."

Piper huffed. Knowing that Mike was just doing his job, she gently placed a hand upon his arm. "I miss being around real people. I just want to dance." Looking back in the direction of the arch, and down to the dance floor. Sharing a smile, knowing that Mike was aware of the real reason. She guided Mike back to observe the dancers, turning her head to watch him smiling himself. She looked down to the woman who had a sultry look, her finger crooked as she motioned for Piper to come to her.

At this point, Piper was beaming. She placed a kissed on his cheek. "Mike my friend. That is why I want to go dance."

"I only have one more month left on my contract. After that, I plan on keeping security. I wanted to offer you the head of my detail. But for now…" She watched the huge grin spread on his face, as he glanced at the woman and back at Piper, "Let's dance."

He grasped Pipers hand as he pulled her to the barrier of the stairs. Sharing a few words with security, he guided Piper down the stairs.

Stopping at the bottom as she pulled back some. She placed a hand upon his shoulder, before edging any further. "I think you can do your job sufficiently at what, five feet?"

After realizing that she had gotten her way, Piper was suddenly nervous. The woman she had been watching was beyond hot. The way she danced and even the way she looked at Piper was dark, sultry, and well… hot. But Piper was reminded, tonight was night of everything she wanted. She looked down at her outfit, then to the crowded dance floor that empowered her confidence as she found her feet walking to the dance floor.

And even if they tried to
They can't do it like I do

Following behind Mike, she watched as the gathering people stood aside to make a path for Piper as she walked to the dance floor. Ignoring the comments and touching, she smiled as she passed the people. She stood at the edge of the dance floor. Mike behind her with his arms crossed. She shook her head, indicating that he didn't have to join her. He simply stood his ground.

She observed the people, her eyes searching as they picked out the familiar figure. Staring at the sable haired woman, taking her in now that she stood closer. She looked even hotter up close. Frozen to her spot staring, she locked eyes with the woman… who smiled. Crooking her finger, as she bit on her lip and motioned for Piper to come towards her.

Piper took one step forward. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. Mike nodded his head slightly indicating his approval. With that, she turned. Her eyes locked with the other woman, as she arched her eyebrow watching the interaction of Piper and Mike. Ignoring it, she placed one foot in front of another, oblivious to the oooo's and aahhh's by others on the dance floor. She motioned for the woman to come towards her.

The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow, shaking her head as she laughed at Piper. Her feet didn't move, as she waited on Piper to come to her.

Her back again turned to Piper. Her hair fell at the crook of her back, slightly curled, with now visible blue tips. Piper swallowed as she approached her. Confident in herself, her arms wrapped around the woman from behind, as she pressed her crotch into her, grinding into her ass. Piper started to dance as seductively as she could, ignoring the woman as she showed of her exposed skin to the crowd that closed in around her.

In the corner of her eye, she watched the woman turn to locate Piper. Watching as she took in all of Piper, the exposed skin between her breasts, the long slit up Piper's thigh, and even Piper's arms. She nodded her, and licked her lower lip, as she danced her way towards her.

Piper grinned.

I thank God every day
That I woke up feelin' this way
And I can't help lovin' myself