AN: Hey guys! Sorry for taking such a long time. I certainly didn't mean to update this late, but stuff happened, you know. Work happened, and if I don't get the promotion I've been bending over for all those months now, then practically going blind on one eye and leaving you guys wondering about the contents of the next chapter would have been for nothing. And that would just suck. Big time. There's also the fact that I completely forgot about this thing, so a big thanks to Guest for posting a comment just a little while ago. Anyway, that's about enough on the whining front. Since all the men in my life are just one huge dis-aca-ppointment, I figured I'd just focus on getting this lesbo train going. Let's remix this business!
PS: Before I forget, I kicked out Kimmy Jin and replaced her with Stacie. More fun that way ;).
Disclaimer: I still own jack-shit. Un-ducking-fortunately.
"Beca."
Said Bella just rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. "Well, that was unexpected," she said sarcastically. "I'm the main attraction tonight, aren't I?"
"Well, it was you who bragged to be irresistible and whatnot. You might as well take responsibility for your own actions and grow up. God knows you could use a few more inches," Aubrey chuckled as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"For your information, I'm not short, I'm just concentrated awesome," Beca smirked and mockingly mimicked Aubrey's supposedly offensive stance. "And if being tall means being a stuck-up bitch like you, I'd rather stay as I am."
"Ok ok. Tone down the bickering a bit, will you? We're getting a little off topic here. I want to see you work that magic of yours, Mitchell. Show us what you got," CR said.
"I'm not even getting the Truth option anymore?" Beca raised an eyebrow.
"Like you'd back out of a challenge, peanut," CR snorted in amusement.
"What's the dare?" Beca shook her head with a smile.
"You know what you have to do," CR said. "This time around, though, there will be restrictions. Just to make it worth your while."
"Restrictions? This is getting interesting. Keep going," the small brunette nodded her head in appreciation.
"No dancing, no stripping, no singing, no touching yourself or anyone else," CR counted the restrictions. "Oh, and no eye contact either."
"Hm," Beca narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip, deep in thought. How was she gonna do this dare? Was she even going to accept it? Damn right she was. Mitchells are no cowards! 'Cept for her father, 'cause there's always an exception to the rule, isn't there? "So who's my dare and how long do I have?"
CR grinned, pleased that Beca accepted the dare. "No time limit. And to make it easier for you, you can choose between Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey."
Beca looked from one Bella to the other and smirked deviously. "Challenge accepted."
The Bellas gave Beca a few minutes to come up with a strategy, before they urged her to start. For one, choosing who to carry out the dare on was nothing hard. Even though Beca was no quitter, she knew to pick her battles, and arousing Aubrey, whilst definitely challenging and fruit-bearing, would prove to be impossible with all the restrictions set for this one. Chloe, though, might work, but Beca wasn't sure how to go about that. Coming up with a foolproof plan would take more than measly five minutes, and if she was doing that to Chloe, of all people, she wanted to take her sweet time. The way the evening was going, there was no danger of a possible shortage of dares such as this one, and Beca would be sure to come up with something special in the meantime. After all, all that bragging was what got her into this situation in the first place, but it was also her golden ticket to get much closer to Chloe. Not many people knew, but Beca Mitchell had a real sweet tooth.
With this train of thought, she knew there was only one person that could save her from having to drain the bottle chugalug, and that person was Stacie Conrad, her roommate. Of course, having the advantage of knowing a secret or two of hers, Beca couldn't help but smirk. With a few short but confident strides, she stopped in front of Stacie and extended her hand.
"I'd like your assistance with this one, roomie," Beca said and Stacie took her hand, letting Beca lead her to the armchair they'd moved to the middle of the room for this.
"It was about time, Mitchell," Stacie smiled. "And don't you think I'll make it easy for you. I might not be shy about sex, but that doesn't mean I get wet by just about anything, so you better make some serious effort or prepare to drink your body-weight in booze."
"Don't worry, Stace," Beca smirked. "I have just the thing for you. Now, sit back and enjoy."
Stacie took her seat with arms over her chest, watching her roommate fiddle with her laptop for a second before she walked over to the chair and leaned into Stacie.
"Oh, and before I start, you should probably pay close attention to the lyrics," Beca whispered. "God bless Halestorm."
Beca stepped behind her fellow Bella to show the others that no matter the alcohol buzz, she still minded the restrictions. She bent a little and put her hands flat on the arms of the chair, so that her lips were close enough to Stacie's right ear for her to prepare the grounds for a good game.
"Don't think I haven't noticed, Stace," Beca purred into her ear. "The first time around, I couldn't really stop. Not at that point, anyway. But after that, I'd get so turned on knowing that you're watching. That you're watching me and pleasuring yourself."
With that, Stacie's moan was drowned out by the palm-muted tones of the lead guitar that began filling the room.
"I don't have to sing to get my point across," Beca whispered into Stacie's ear just before the strong and magnificent voice of Lzzy Hale aided her in her dare.
You don't know that I know you watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge to stand here in the light
Your greedy eyes upon me and then I come undone
And I could close the curtains but this too much fun
I get off on you getting off on me
I give you what you want but nothing is for free
It's a give and take kind of love we make
When your line is crossed I get off, I get off
Beca whispered the lyrics seductively with a devious smile adorning her lips, not once touching the girl writhing in her seat before her. As soon as she was given the task, she knew that Stacie would be putty in her hands with just the tiniest nudge with the help of her best pal Lzzy.
Being very well versed in the Halestorm discography, Beca knew the lyrics by heart and she couldn't help but smirk, thinking that the song had to be written about the two of them. It just had to be.
So much left unspoken between the two of us
It's so much more exciting to look when you can touch
You could say I am different and maybe I'm a freak
But I know how to twist ya to bring you to your knees
Beca heard a sharp intake of breath and when her eyes opened, she could see Stacie groping one of her breasts with one hand, the other one conspicuously moving to the rhythm of the song beneath her very short shorts. Beca groaned at the sight, very well aware of the audience they had but unable to rein her arousal in.
I get off on you getting off on me
I give you what you want but nothing is for free
It's a give and take kind of love we make
When your line is crossed I get off, I get off
The short guitar riff between the chorus and the bridge gave Beca a second to catch her breath. She knew she had the dare down, obviously, but found herself unable to stop.
"I love how vocal you are just before you finish. How my name rolls off your lips as your hips buck in the throes of pleasure," Beca moaned, her voice husky with emotion. "I'd have to be deaf to not have noticed."
"Oh God," Stacie muttered as her eye fluttered closed.
What you don't know what you can't see
Is what I do for you is what I do for me
I get off on you getting off on me
I give you what you want, yeah
I get off on you getting off on me
I give you what you want but nothing is for free
It's a give and take, kind of love we make
When your line is crossed I get off
I get off, I get off, I get off
With the last few words of the lyrics that Beca had all but breathed into Stacie's ear, the taller brunette's movement became erratic and her head fell back against the cushion, mouth agape, riding high.
For a minute or two, no one said a word. Stacie was clearly out of breath, Beca was satisfied as she'd once again proved her irresistibility, and the rest of the Bellas were speechless. Sure everyone knew Stacie liked sex, but to do... that so openly in front of all of them? That takes some guts. Or some serious exhibitionistic kinks.
"You know, Shawshank," Amy chuckled, being the first one to shake it off. "You don't really have to play your entire Halestorm library, ya know? We could see Legs here help tackle your dare as soon as you got yer flat butt over there and whispered something naughty to her."
"What do I say? If you got it, flaunt it," Beca smirked with a shrug.
AN: Sorry for keeping it so short, guys. I'm really bad at this...
