AN: And now I've finally gotten around to my first Charlie/Brittany fic YEY. So this is a G!P with Charlie having it, I think I got more requests for that so I did it. Anywhere here you go.
Summary: 4 years. That's how long she had been coming to see Brittany S. Pierce perform. 4 years of shelling out thousands of dollars for just thirty minutes alone with her. Yet even after all that time, and all that money. Charlie Fabray still hasn't managed to ask Brittany out.
Song: Everywhere by Michelle Branch
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Brittany S. Pierce Reapplied her makeup, it was a slow night tonight. The only people at the strip club were the regulars who never tipped that well. At least they knew the rules, they knew not to touch. They were also the ones that were too cheap to pay for a private room. They were also too cheap to tip her more than a few singles. She sighed as she used the curler on her eyelashes. In a few months she'd be done with this, she would have graduated and she already had a job lined up. She wouldn't even have a crippling amount of student debt. It had been a long four years but she was so close to never having to do this again.
"Hey Trinity!" Brittany glanced up at Karma, and smiled at her. There were a few people that she would miss at this job, but she needed to move on. "Your favorite regular is here. Waiting in the first private room. Seems to be in a good mood so expect a big tip like usual. Maybe after you finally leave—she'll turn her attention on one of the other girls."
Brittany smiled and shook her head that was unlikely. It was a fact that this regular only seemed to come for her. It was flattering in its own way, especially since she had paid for all her books, a used car, rent and half of her classes. There was no other stripper who worked at Scores who seemed to catch her attention. "Thanks Karma, I'll be there in five minutes." Brittany watched as Karma headed back out there and took a breath. At least the night wasn't a complete bust and she could put money away for rent later. She didn't even know this client's real name for four years, they'd been doing this for four years, and she still didn't know her name, and she generally knew most of her regular's name. All she knew was that the bachelor party where they had met, everyone was calling her Livewire and it's the only name that she knew her by.
There was some notoriety to Livewire, she seemed famous or infamous. People talked about her in hushed whispers and that was more than enough, and then there was the cash. She seemed to be loaded, even though the room cost her a hundred dollars for fifteen minutes, she would pay the hundred and fifty for thirty minutes, and then she would tip her generously. Personally Brittany imagined that she was a criminal, especially since there were times when Livewire would come in all banged up. It had scared her at first but Livewire didn't seem to notice. It had taken her a while to get used to it and she worried, Livewire was the only client in her four year history who hadn't asked her how much for a night. She was the only client who hadn't asked to take her home and who respected the rules set in place. Honestly it wasn't that bad sometimes she'd dance for her. Sometimes they'd talk it was weird and sweet. Truthfully she didn't mind going to see Livewire whenever. Once after one customer had gotten a bit too-friendly Livewire had just let her sit for the thirty minutes and they had talked. There were times when she wanted to see her client outside of work and maybe if Livewire had asked she might have said yes. But it seemed strictly business. It was a shame because Livewire was hot certainly better looking than most of the people came in here on a daily.
Brittany finished up and got up, heading straight to the closed private room and entering it. There sitting down was Livewire who smiled. Brittany closed the door to the private room before flicking her blue eyes which met Livewire's hazel ones. "You seem to be in a good mood today." Brittany's met with a smile, Livewire never really talked much.
"Next time you see me—I'm going to be a champion," she says after a moment watching every one of her movements.
Brittany smiles as she approaches her client, she keeps her voice calm and even. "You remember the rules right?" It's habit, and it's one that seems to excite her client, as she watches the hazel eyes dilate. "First rule?" Brittany asks.
"No touching."
It's the husky way she says it, and the look in her eye that causes Brittany to shiver. "Second rule?" Brittany asks as she finally enters Livewire's personal space and drags her lips against her cheek. The first time that she had done this she'd been in for a bit of a surprise at the obvious boner. She had heard about women like that, but they were rare. She could remember the panicked look that flitted across Livewires face but she had continued with the lap dance after carefully reminding her that it was okay.
"No—extras," there's a low groan that tumbles from her lips as Brittany places her hands on the wall, moving her hips suggestively and her hazel eyes travel down Trinity's body.
Brittany smiles and quickly straddles her, she sees Livewire's hands which are practically pinned to her side gripping the edge of the chair. Brittany smiles inwardly she's waiting for permission. She leans in and gently nips her ear, she can feel the hard-on pressing firmly against her. "Why don't you help me take off my shirt," she suggests turning around after making sure that Livewire has a perfect view of her long legs. It takes a moment and Brittany hears Livewire exhale slowly before she feels the clumsy fingers go after the strings on the back of her very small top. Even after four years she still seems nervous about this, but after a moment her shirts loosened enough for her to simply pull it off and she lets it drop to the ground. She doesn't turn right away, never to fast, she needs to hold the moment a bit longer and she slowly gyrates her hips against the hard-on before turning around. "A champion you say? A champion for what?" Livewire doesn't answer and it only compounds the fact that she is probably a criminal of sorts.
"That—would be telling," she says after a long moment and Brittany looks at her.
Brittany smiles and arches her back pushing her breasts into Livewire's face, her nipples hard in the cold air before pulling back. She knows how hard to push her and she needs to reset things. She has a job to do and teasing her is only part of it. "Telling?" She pulls on her double layer mini skirt, removing it. Letting the shiny red fabric drop to the ground. "We've known each other for four years, and I don't even know your name Livewire."
There's a hint of shock that flashes through her hazel eyes for a moment before it focuses on the small black thong that Brittany's wearing. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours Trinity," she says after she manages to tear her eyes away from Brittany's barely clad form and stare into her eyes.
It's a rule to never give her name to any of her clients, she doesn't need some creepy stalker. She's tempted for a moment but Charlie is probably a criminal so she needs to decline. Brittany takes a seat on Livewires lap again and begins to move back and forth gyrating a bit. "What if Trinity is my real name?" Brittany asks that smile on her face as she lets out a low content breathy moan.
"Then Livewire is my real name," Livewire says and it's an automatic reaction as she reaches for Brittany.
"First rule Livewire," Brittany says and she watches as her hands stop and go back to her side. She knows it torture, sometimes it's torture not to continue with Livewire. There is something about her. Maybe it's her submission. But right now no more words need to be said. She isn't going to call security, she isn't going to kick her out. Right now she wants to tease Livewire, she wants to hear that small whimper she makes when she gets frustrated, she wants to hear those little pants and grunts that she finds adorable. She wants to push her to the brink before their thirty minutes are up. She doesn't doubt that she'll see Livewire again. But that doesn't mean that she can't do a good job.
Charlie 'Livewire' Fabray watched as Trinity put on her clothes, thirty minutes and she was still painfully hard. Trinity had that smile on her face and she slowly rubbed the back of her head. Watching her put on clothes was just as sexy as watching her take them off. She knew how it sounded, she had fallen for a stripper. A stripper who she had spent a fortune on because she really couldn't just ask her out. Maybe it was obvious that it was just a job to her, and perhaps it was the whole she was a client and rule two said that Trinity didn't do extras, but she had tried to be content with this. She was just some creepy client who came to get a lap dance. Honestly it was pathetic really, but she couldn't stop seeing her and maybe she occasionally came a few times a week just to see her. A part of her knew that this was just a fantasy but there was just something about her.
Charlie reached into her pocket and pulled out five fresh clean hundred dollar bills and offered them to Trinity, her cheeks flushed. It was more than she generally gave her but she was serious by the end of the week she'd be a champion, even if she wasn't she could afford it. Maybe being a champion would finally give her the confidence to just ask. It'd ruin the fantasy when she said no but at least she'd know that she really didn't stand a chance.
"You know, I hope you become Champion," of what she didn't really know, but the excitement was back in Charlie's eyes.
Charlie's eyes widen when Trinity places a kiss on her forehead before walking out that had never happened before it was probably a good sign. A good luck kiss—and she wasn't sure what exactly that meant but if she wins on Saturday then she was going to do it she was going to ask her out. "I'll see you soon Trinity," Charlie says with a smile before she leaves. She could do it, all she needed to do was win and then things would start to swing her way. She couldn't wait till Sunday night. A champion belt and maybe possibly her first girlfriend. She could do this.
AN: Thank you for reading drop me a line tell me what you think whether I should continue or not. Next time 2.5 months later.
Also as a note, I'm torn between making the side romance faberry or doing something wildly different and doing Quintana, suggestions.