A.N. I'm in the middle of wrapping up my other story, Walk With Me and wanted to start tackling this idea. I've had quite a few prompts asking for a G!P (Emma) story for SQ .. and I've had a few prompts asking for an SQ Stripper (Regina) story .. so alas here is a two birds one stone type of deal. :) Love to all. ~

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Emma glances around the dim room and all the giddy laughing men and she asks herself for the hundredth time, why is she here? This isn't how she envisioned her night going. Not at all. A strong slap to her shoulder draws her attention to a smiling and it appears very drunk friend.

"Go away, August. Or better yet, let's get the hell out of here, please." She goes to stand but a chilling beat begins to play over the sound system and she feels herself being pushed back down inside the velvet cushioned booth. August slips in next to her and quickly slurs in her ear, "Happy Birthday, Emma!" He slides a shot over to her and she wrinkles a nose at it.

"No thank you .. and it's not technically my birthday yet." She slides the glass away from her. "Someone should keep a clear head ton - "

"Sorry, I'm late .. " And Emma thinks if sex had an actual voice, that is what it would sound like as she gulps and stares up onto the stage.

She watches as a woman glides down the rest of the runway shaped stage and all the men race to grab a front row spot, slapping their hands along the polished grain in excitement. The raven haired woman stops at the gleaming pole and she winks at all the onlookers before she curls a fist around the cool silver metal and strokes it.

Emma feels she could come from that act alone as she gulps down the neglected shot quickly and raises her hand up for another. A waitress appears in a flash and sets another drink down for her which she happily swallows. August is on his feet now and trying to pull her up as well. She feels him grab her hand and tug her forward for a better view.

"Who is she?" She asks as bright wide eyes find August's.

He smiles at her; winking before he answers, "That there is The Queen .. " He whistles lowly as the woman leans back against the pole and slides down it, opening her legs wide as she reaches the bottom. "In all her splendid glory."

"Damn." Emma gulps again and August laughs as he pats her back.

"Exactly."

The intoxicating beauty glides back up to a standing position and saunters forward, her long black feathered robe swaying against her toned body. She pauses as she reaches the edge of the stage and smiles down at her suitors. She feels fingertips brush along the hem of her robe that rests by her feet and her smile grows even wider as brown eyes shine.

"Are you here to see your Queen?" She asks as she spreads her arms wide and embraces all the cheers and whistles. "Well then, here she is." She gives them a bow and the place erupts in applause. "I hear we have a special guest tonight, a certain birthday girl. Come forward, love .. I don't bite. Much." She chuckles into the microphone and the echo of her laugh runs deep around the room making the onlookers moan in pleasure.

Emma's eyes widen to saucers and she glares at her best friend. "August, tell me you didn't? I will fucking kill you!"

"I did and no you won't, Ems." He winks at her and raises his hand, pointing his index finger down over his best friends blonde head. She smacks his chest hard and he winces in mock pain. "Ow!"

"Knock it off!" She goes to step behind him so that she is blocked from all the faces turning toward her and tries to make a bee line for the nearest door marked with an EXIT sign but August is quicker and apparently not as drunk as she thought he was as he grabs her arm and nudges her toward the stage and a microphone gets placed in her palm by another leggy waitress.

"Come on boys, make some room for Miss .. " The Queen tilts her head and brown eyes stare sharply into Emma's and she gulps again and instantly wishes for more liquor. She is so not drunk enough for this.

August nudges her again and she shakes her head as that silky voice fills the room around her. "Your name, dear .. Miss .. "

"Swan. Emma Swan .. Hi." She waves her hand shyly up at the woman and quickly snaps her hand back down to her side. She's definitely going to kill August and spend the rest of her life reading books inside a jail cell. Happy almost Birthday Emma.

She feels her face redden as the few men around her snicker and one whispers, "The Queen's gonna have fun with this one."

Someone begins a chant of "Virgin" and Emma's face grows hotter. She narrows her eyes at the surrounding crowd and yells into the microphone, "Hardly, you drunk buffoons."

August laughs and pats her back reassuringly.

"So, you've been here before Miss Swan?" Brown eyes find Emma's again and she feels her heart stutter inside her chest.

"Well, no .. I mean .. I thought they meant, you know .. never mind, I was just leaving anyway. This isn't really my cup of tea .. no offense. I just don't belong here."

"No offense taken, dear .. but tell me, where do you belong then?" For a moment it feels like they are the only two in the room as questioning eyes bare into hers once more and Emma feels her heart rate pick back up.

She shrugs, trying to act casual as those penetrating eyes still hold hers. "Does anyone really know where they belong?"

The Queen takes a tentative step back from the stunning sea green gaze and shakes her head slowly. "No, I suppose not." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and softly asks, "Do you want to be my Savior tonight, Miss Swan?"

All the men groan in annoyance and some yell, "Not fair .. " while others stare at the blonde woman with jealous eyes.

"Savior?" Emma questions, scrunching up her nose and Regina smiles down at her.

August whispers in her ear, "Just say yes." And so she does.

"Yes."

The Queen nods and music begins to fill up the room. The beat is slow, erotic and it makes Emma's heart thump inside her chest as she watches the woman dance. She can't help but wonder what she is thinking about as she moves around the stage and all these strangers gawk at her. Is she even inside her head right now? Or does she flip something off like a light switch? She wants to ask her this and more, so much more and she quickly realizes that she wants to get to know the woman that's behind the Queen.

The searing brunette makes her way to the edge of the stage once more and she slips to her knees in front of a sea of flushed faces. Her eyes find Emma's and she winks at the woman. Emma isn't sure what exactly she is supposed to do, what it means to be the Savior tonight but August catches the puzzled look as it graces her features and he whispers by her ear, "When she begins to untie her robe, yell out, V.I.P, got it?" Emma nods as her eyes fall to The Queens fingers and the sash of her robe.

August nods at the woman up on the stage and she winks back, knowing he has told Emma what to do. She is surprised to feel her heart begin to thump wildly inside her chest and with bated breath, she barely gets a fingertip around the loose knot of her robe before Emma's voice rings out, "V.I.P."

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