A/N: Hey guys! I know it is really not the best idea to start a new fic after I've got so many I need to update, and I apologize. I update some a lot more frequent than others, and I'm sorry, but... I couldn't help it. This idea popped into my head while reading In a Lonely Place by JoBethMegAmy. my homegirls. I am absolutely in love with her and her work. She is an amazing writer and makes my ovaries explode with every sentence. Anyways, sorry that the summary sucks. I hope the fic is more enjoyable. This is set sometime in 2014, but Maura and Jane don't know each other.
The cover art was made by me.
Enough of my annoying rambling. Also...WARNING: THERE IS JASEY AND MARRETT (I don't know. I just added Garrett and Maura and thought Marrett sounded better than Gaura...plus, Marrett is a name. It's just spelled Merritt, usually).
Oh! Also, before I start...I am going to switch POV's between each chapter, not just randomly throughout. So, each chapter will be named who's point of view it's in, and also maybe a little, short chapter.
Anyways, let know what you think.
I don't know a whole lot. But there's one thing I know for sure. This woman is by-far the most amazing woman I've ever met. Don't know much about her, though.
Except for the fact that she's the only woman that has ever been able to have the effect she had on me... the only woman I've ever had fantasies about.
I've never really been one for fantasies. I've never been one to be into women, either. Hell, I've never been with anyone but a man. Never kissed a girl; not as a dare, not while I was drunk. Never.
But this woman... this damned woman. I wanted much more than to just kiss her. I wanted to ravish her every inch.
This is everything I've gathered about her with the little time I've had with her: she has honey blonde hair, sparkling hazel eyes, she has the perfect body (with breasts that could make any woman flip to the other side), and those hands... oh, those hands. Those perfect, manicured hands. And her ass. Her firm, perfect ass. I couldn't stop staring at her.
Who is this woman, you ask?
Hell if I know. I don't even know her damn name.
"Damn it, Korsak!" I yelled at my boss.
"Jane, I'm sorry. Only women are allowed into that club." I sighed a breath of defeat.
"Damn it," I muttered. "Fine." I was not looking forward to this. Hell, no one even knew what kind of club this was. For all we know it could be a chess club. But judging on how those girls walked in there dressed as they were, there were no nerdy chess games going on in there. Whatever the hell that club is doing is far less innocent.
"I'm sorry, Jane. We have to get the job done."
"I know," I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. "Any specific clothes I'm supposed to wear?" Korsak smirked.
"Oh, Frost is taking care of that."
The outfit Frost had picked out for me just wasn't going to work. I could wear a bikini and I'd still be more covered up than what he'd chosen. So I chose. I wore denim jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. This club had some weird fetish or something, and you had to wear a mask. I guess so married women weren't caught. I bought a simple black mask from a costume store down the street.
I walked down the alley and up to the back entrance. I knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a grille in the window opened up.
"Password?" the blonde asked.
"I know Riley." Riley was one of our undercover cops, who was also my neighbor. My brother and Frost are quite fond of her, but I still don't know why. I don't see it. There's something...off about her.
The tech crew found out that Riley had been going here every day after work for the past few weeks, and got worried. So, of course, they sent me in to investigate.
The blonde seemed pleased and she closed the grille and stepped away. A few seconds later, the door opened and she stepped aside to let me in. I walked down the long, dark hallway and into the club. This. Place. Was. Crazy.
There were girls everywhere. Everywhere. No men in sight. Oh goodness. My husband would not appreciate this. The way these girls were ogling me.
I walked up to the bar, avoiding many girls who tried to come up to me and talk.
"How may I help you, Mama Bear?" the bartender asked. She was tall, skinny, blonde, and had a red mask on.
"Get me...a beer." The woman grabbed a beer out of the cooler and popped the cap off, handing it to me.
"There you go, babe."
"Thanks." I handed her a 5 dollar bill, and she stuck it in her bra. I raised my eyebrows at her as I took a sip of my beer.
"Hm. I'm sure your boss wouldn't like to hear that you're stealing from the club."
"Oh," the girls smirked. "Murray told us to take the money we bartenders get. This isn't how we get our big money." Maybe this is a drug ring. Or maybe even human trafficking.
"Oh really? How do you get your money, then?"
"Everyone comes to see the performances. Everyone pays to get in at the door, but they all come to see the Queen. She brings us more damn money than our girls. Say, did you not pay at the door?"
"No. I knew someone, so I got in free."
"I see," she smiled. "Oh my god." I turned around to see what she was staring at, and it wasn't a what. It was a who. This woman was far different from all the others. She was wearing a tight, strapless, red dress that was covering very little. She was actually showing far more skin than she was covering. Her mask was of great structure, golden and covering half of her face.
My breath caught as her eyes met mine.
"Y- the girl you know isn't the Queen, is it?" I didn't answer. "Hey, Mama Bear?"
"Huh?" I turned around, and looked at the blonde bartender again.
"You said you knew a girl, and that's how you got in. It wasn't the Queen, was it?"
"N-no," I shook my head.
"Hm. Okay. Sure looked like you knew her." I turned around to look at the girl, but she was gone. "Mama Bear?" I looked at the bartender, looking confused.
"Don't call me that."
"Everyone has a pet name here, so that no one knows anyone's true identity. For example, my name is Vixen."
"I don't like Mama Bear."
"Okay, but you're feisty...like a bear. But you're also..." She grabbed my shirt collar, and fixed it, her fingers ghosting over my skin. "Hot. Maybe you should be called...the Boss."
"Why?"
"Because. I'm sure you're one who likes to...take control. Make the rules."
"Yeah. Call me the Boss." I took another sip of my beer, and furrowed my eyebrows. "So you don't know what the Queens real name is?"
"No. Sorry, hun."
"It's fine. Thanks anyways." I stood up, and she grabbed my arm.
"If you ever need anything else...anything..." she slid something in the waistband of my pants, and looked up at me with hungry blue eyes. "Call me." I nodded and walked off with my beer. A brunette in a navy blue dress walked up to me, and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Whats your name?"
"Call me the Boss. You know anything about the Queen?" She shrugged off a look of rejection, and I suddenly felt bad for her.
"Well, not much," she finally said. "We've never seen her with a girl. She usually just dances with them. She's never kissed a girl as far as we've seen. Oh, and you don't got o her. She comes to you."
"That's gonna change," I said. "I make the rules now."
"Oh, one more thing," she said, grabbing my arm before I could walk off. "You don't mess with the girl that she's with. Never." I left the girl, looking around for the girl.
I saw her.
She was sitting in a booth with a petite, cute, young-looking red head. The other girl was flirting with the Queen. I walked over to their table, and they both looked up at me.
"Kick rocks," I said to the red head.
"Hey, she chose me," she replied. "Go away." I leaned down to the girl, and whispered on her ear. Her eyes widened, and she quickly stood up and walked off. I sat down across from the Queen, and she raised her eyebrows.
"What did you tell her?" Her voice so...so feminine. Sweet, soft, and it flowed. Just the way she spoke made you cling on to every word she had to say. I never knew someone could get so aroused just by someone's voice.
"I told her that she sure as hell didn't look old enough to be here, and asked how she would like it if I got a hold of her parents and told her where she spent her nights." The Queen smiled impressively, and I took a sip of my beer.
"You know," she began, "everyone with common sense knows that they don't come to me. I come to them."
"Well," I said, taking another sip. "Everyone who knows me knows that I'm stubborn. I don't follow the rules, I make them." I scooted closer to her on the booth, and she raised her eyebrows again.
"Everyone else knows not to mess with my girl, either."
"Hm. Well...she was too feminine for you. See, I'm the type to take control. You're the type who likes to be controlled." I took a sip of my beer. "Am I right?"
"Exactly."
"Hm. See, she was too petite for you. She wouldn't have taken control. She would've wanted to have been taken control of. Since you both like to be controlled, I don't see how it would have worked out. So why...why did you come over here to her?" TheQueen smirked.
"So I could get you over here." I raised my eyebrows.
"Doesn't seem likely. What was your goal? What did you hope to accomplish by coming over here to her? She's the exact same as you."
"Like I said. It was to lure you over here." When I didn't reply, she continued. "Don't think I didn't see the way you looked at me. You kept shooting me glances...when you first saw me, you couldn't keep your eyes off of me." Her hazel eyes bored into mine. "If you think I don't know when someone is attracted to me, then you're wrong." She leaned in towards me, and my own breath caught in my throat as her breath ghosted over my ear, making it hot. "Plus, I'm the Queen. I can do whatever I want. Get whoever I want." She stood up and smirked as she looked down at me.
"Come on," she said, holding out her hand. "Let's dance." I hesitantly took her hand, and stood up as she guided us to the dance floor.
When had it come to this? I came to investigate, not let some slutty girl flirt with me. But I couldn't help it. Her hands were so soft, and she knew exactly where to put them. I was married. I can't cheat on my husband. I love-
"Hands on my hips," she whispered in my ear. I did as she pleased, and she turned around, pressing her ass into my middle. She started swaying her hips to the beat, her rear grinding on my crotch. I tried to place the song, but I couldn't...I was too busy trying to focus standing up as my legs turned to jelly.
Oh. That's the song. Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo. Good song to be playing in a club, I guess.
She put her hands on my cheeks and moved them down as she squatted and came back up quickly.
We kept dancing like that until the song ended, and we walked back over to our booth. We were both out of breath, and she took a large sip of her wine. I saw a off-color ring of skin around her wedding finger, and looked up at her. I raised my eyebrows as I took a sip of my beer.
"You married?" Her hazel eyes shot to my dark chocolate ones, and she set her wine glass on the table.
"Perhaps I am. Would that change anything?"
"No," I answered a little too quickly.
"Hm. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." Where would a girl hide a ring if she was wearing a dress? I hid mine in my back pocket, but-
"What're you doing?" I asked as she leaned closer to me, her lips almost to mine. I gasped as she stuck her hand into my back pocket. She brought it out and looked at the ring in your hand.
"You're married, too."
"So, you are married?" It came out almost as a whimper.
"Yes." I smirked. I finally had the upper hand.
"So what's it like? Being a straight, married woman, but being attracted to another straight, married woman?"
"I'm not attracted to you. In fact it's quite the opposite," she smirked. "Why don't you tell me? How does it feel?" Shit. I lost it.
"Hm. What makes you think I'm attracted to you?" Her lips curved up into a smile. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Well, for starters...the fact that you're staring at me like you'd want to ravish my every inch kind of gave it away."
"I am not attracted to you."
Famous last words.
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