Santana Maria Lopez entered the night club, flashing it's multicolored lights, making the New York Streets a rainbow of colors. This time her outfit was a lot more casual. Tight jean shorts, and a shirt that looked like it belonged to Ke$ha. She still wore her red lipstick, but it looked casual. Just a simple wink from the guard, let her in, as she dove into the crowd. She danced, and while the men she was slowly mezmeroizing were unexpecting it, pick pocketed it, shoving it in her underwear, when her direction was turned to a certain stripper.
Brittany S. Peirce entered the back entrance of the night club, flinging her coat, and hat off to the side of the dressing room, then walked up to the stage to do her work. With her back turned to the crowd, and a cheap microphone attached to her head, she turned, and whispered into the headset.
I know I may be young
But I've got feelings, too
And I need to do what I feel like doing
So let me go and just listen
Spinning around she catwalked up the stage, and started to pole dance, and whipping her hair around, singing:All you people look at me like I'm a little girl
Well, did you ever think it'd be okay for me to step into this world
Always sayin' little girl don't step into the club
Well, I'm just tryin' to find out why 'cause dancin's what I loveGet it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Brittany tore off her shirt and shorts, revealing a shirt that showed midriff, and boy shorts underwear, and shook her butt, as men through money at her, and she smiled.I know I may come off quiet, may come off shy
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy
What's practical is logical, what the hell who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancin' thereI'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it, I'm not tryin' to hide it
Brittany, in full stripper mode, took off her shirt, and boy shorts, revealing a black lacy bra, and a lacy thong. The crowd cheered, and threw clothes, drinks, money, almost everything they could at her. She smiled as she continued to dance, going, and trying moves she hadn't done since college.Baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
To another time and place
Oh baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
Leaving behind my name and ageLike that
You like it
Yeah, now watch me
Santana watched the girl, in awe, at her skills of dancing, and singing, and wondered if she might be bi.
"If I can steal this lady's wallet, then I'm bi." Santana thought, then approached the girl, who's wallet was peaking out of her tight shorts, as the girl jumped up and down.Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, ohI really wanna dance, tonight with you
I really wanna do, what you want me to
I really wanna dance, tonight with you
I really wanna do, what you want me to
5 minutes later Santana held a pink Juicy wallet in her hands in shock.
"Shit." Santana said dropping the wallet,Baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
To another time and place
Oh baby, don't you wanna dance up on me
Leaving behind my name and ageI'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I will not deny it, I'm not tryin' to hide it, babyGet it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Brittany was on the ground, going all out, tossing people's trash around, rolling around, everything. She didn't care how sluttly she looked. The more money on the stage, the more money she made to keep her apartment.Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh
Get it, get it, get it, get it, ohI'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it, I'm not tryin' to hide itLike that?
Brittany finished in a backbend, as the crowd threw wallets, spare change, money saved for beer, everything at the dancer. She ran off, the curtain closed, and after Brittany collected the change, and everything into her backpack, she changed into a graphic tee, and shorts, and went to the bar, when she saw her.
Santana of course.
Walking over, she casually sat next to her and ordered a beer. The waitress winked, and gave it to her, when Santana spoke to her.
"You were good up there."
As Brittany stared at her, confused, Santana stammered, "I mean you're a good dancer, and singer."
"Oh," Brittany said happily, "Thanks."
"I don't get it." Santana rambled, putting her shot down, "You're an amazing dancer, and singer, why aren't you in Hollywood making an album or something."
Brittany threw her head back, her tangled hair dropping down to her waist, as she sat back up. "Thanks, that was my plan."
Santana put a hand on her shoulder, and the both felt a slight spark, "Then why aren't you there?"
The dancer sighed, "2 years ago I was a back-up dancer for Saturday Night Live. A year later I'm broke, and unemployed, so I got this job."
"I'm sorry." Santana replied, and as she turned away, Brittany poured a powder-like substance in the other girl's drink.
An hour later, they're at Santana's apartment. Santana's kisses are sloppy, and smell like beer, but right now Brittany doesn't care.
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