AN: This story was written for the lovely, Lucy (oncersaurus/gaysif). Thanks to Yanto for beta'ing this, you really are amazing.

Warning: This story is slightly fucked up. ok not exactly 'slightly' but still... I hope to be adding more, and if I do, it'll only get more fucked up... but still. Enjoy :)

No Choice

"This doesn't feel right." Emma whispered under her breath so that no one could hear her besides the man sitting to her right. The place was so packed, they were lucky they had even gotten a seat at the bar.

"It's simple, pet. Just do it. Do it or I'll hurt you." A wicked smile grew across his face. He loved having to punish the sweet blonde for disobeying his orders. She knew this however, and as much as it emotionally pained her to play his little game, it physically pained her a lot more to not.

"There she is, Emma." He dragged out the sound of her name, making a chill run up her spine. She hated the way he made her name sound so dirty, so perverted. Reluctantly she followed his gaze across the bar and spotted a tall, gorgeous brunette flirting with the bartender. "You know what to do pet, so don't fuck it up!" Jefferson sneered in her ear. The blonde promptly stood from the bar, not having to be told twice. As she began her walk away she was met with a firm smack to her ass, followed by a chuckle that could be described as nothing more than quite frankly mad. Not mad in the sense of angry, but more mad in the sense of a man driven insane due to total lack of communication with the outside world for more than 28 years. Emma took a deep breath before continuing towards her intended target. No matter how badly she wanted to stand up for herself, she knew one little slap to the ass was nothing compared to the punishment she would receive if she did.

Jefferson signaled to one of the bartenders to bring him a refill as he watched his Emma walk away. Tonight was going to be fun. For him at least.

Emma gracefully inserted herself into the small opening of space at the bar next to the girl. "I'll have a vodka and tonic." She ordered her drink and turned in the brunette's direction, catching the woman's eye. "Actually, make that two," Emma winked. She may not like what she was doing, but that didn't mean she wasn't damn good at it.

"I'm Thirteen," The brunette raised her voice over the loud music in the club, making sue she was heard. She took the vodka and tonic from the bartender and took a sip before asking, "and you are?"

Emma scoffed, "What the hell kind of name is Thirteen? And I'm Emma by the way." She leaned her elbow on the counter of the bar to get more comfortable as they talked.

The brunette simply rolled her eyes, "My name's Remy, but my friends call me Thirteen." It was obvious to Emma that Remy was already drunk by the way she was speaking. No one was that hyper and bubbly sober.

"And why is that?" Emma questioned, genuinely curious.

Thirteen moved in closer, invading Emma's personal space, in order to whisper in her ear, "Guess I'm just lucky." Emma's heart sank. She wanted to warn the girl that tonight she wasn't as lucky as she thought. That tonight her worse nightmares were probably about to come true. But she couldn't. Emma knew she had to continue with his little charade. It was her or Thirteen.

"Maybe I'm the lucky one." Emma purred back at the brunette. She hated herself for what she was about to do, but she didn't have any other option. "Whaddya say we go back to my place, hm?" From what little Jefferson had told her of the girl, Emma figured that even if Thirteen wasn't as drunk as she was, she still would have gone with her. He normally didn't like easy targets however, which made Emma wonder what made this girl worthy for him to pursue.

"Lead the way," Thirteen said as she gave Emma a mischievous little smirk. The blonde took her hand and started to usher her towards the door, every few steps looking back and exchanging naughty glances with each other. The two women made their way around to the front of the bar, when Emma felt an all to familiar hand on her hip.

"Emma darling what are you doing? I thought we were going back to my place?" The blonde's throat dried instantly. Although it wasn't her place to ask, normally Jefferson was very forth giving with information on how things were to play out. He apparently hadn't thought it was important to include her in this plan however. Regardless, she had to play along.

Before she could respond to him however, Remy began giggling. "Emma who's this?" Her laugh was so adorable Emma thought she could listen to it for hours.

"Remy, this is a friend of mine, Jefferson. I'm sorry I forgot I had already made plans with him tonight." The blonde was hesitant to say it at first. She was terrified of saying the wrong thing. One wrong comment from her could send Remy running and send Emma to the hospital. She certainly did not want that.

However when she finished speaking Jefferson just smiled. Apparently she said the right thing. Jefferson looked at Remy's pout on her face, showing that she didn't like the sudden change in plans. Perfect. "You know Ems, I don't know about you but I don't mind inviting your new little friend her to play with us." Remy's face light up dramatically. It was sickening to Emma how he could make his victim want to climb in bed with him. With that, Jefferson snaked an arm around each Remy and Emma's waists and escorted them out of the building and to his car. He opened the door to the backseat of his car and motioned for Remy to slide in, then he grabbed Emma's wrist before she could follow. In a low threatening voice, he warned her, "Just because I said if you get her, I'll leave you be… well plans have changed. Tonights going to be quite fun pet." He placed a kiss to her temple then shoved her in the car. He could feel the pressure building up in his trousers already. It would become unbearable in no time.