*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.
*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, and roommate, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26) is left without a dance partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take on Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.
A/N: Thank you ALL for your wonderful reviews! I truly appreciate it! I did get one that "threatened me" sort of and I would like to address that HERE...
To the Guest reviewer that said: "If you put Christian with another woman, I will not read this anymore. It's a HARD LIMIT for me, BLAH BLAH BLAH", I would like to inform you that FIRSTLY, you don't tell me how to write MY story! If you want a story a certain specific way, then write your own story! SECONDLY, I honestly don't give a flying fuck if people stop reading my story JUST because I don't write it to YOUR liking! I said we was taking this slowly, did I not?!
I am going to just say that if I want CG with another woman, I'LL PUT HIM WITH ANOTHER WOMAN! Look above and read where it says HEA! In case you do not know what that means, it means HAPPILY EVER AFTER! (Le gasp!) O.M. Fucking. G! No way!
-Nods slowly- Yes, we will have a happily ever after! And YES it will be Ana and Christian. BUT we gotta get there! And as of right now, they are not together unless you have my story mistaken for another one?!
Readers, Did I ever once say they was together yet?
Cricket...
Cricket...
Cricket...
...
IT'S MY DAMN STORY! YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ IT! I AM NOT PUTTING A GUN TO YOUR HEAD SAYING, "YO, YOU GOTTA READ THIS SHIT!" If you don't like it, STOP reading it! Point fucking blank!
Okay, now that I am finished with my ranting, here is more Floggers... only this time, were taking it back to CG ;)
-Chapter 3-Let Me Control You-
Christian POV
After a trying day with closing deals and being Master of the Universe, I'm preparing to take my leave for Escala before a night of relaxation at Floggers. Ah, yes. Floggers. The only place where I can be myself, no judgments necessary. Nobody talks about the who's or the what's there, they just enjoy the specific lifestyle... just like me.
Never in a million years would I have dreamed of being in the position of a Dominant. But that is exactly what I am and it has played a huge role in how I have been so successful in life outside of BDSM.
Leila Williams was my first love and the woman who introduced me to the lifestyle. But let's get to the chase. She not only tried to control my sex life, but she later tried to control my business, and that's just something I will not allow. I broke it off with her about four months after GEH had been born due to her control freak tendencies, but recently we had reconnected and started seeing each other in a BDSM kind of relationship; her being the sub.
And after a day like today, all I can think about is getting home and burying myself...
"Mr. Grey, you have a phone call on line two." Andrea interrupts my thoughts over the intercom. Who in the hell would be calling this late?
"Who is it?" I snap. There is a brief pause, so I gather my laptop and phone and place them into my leather carrying case. "Andrea?!"
"Sir, It's Mrs. Lincoln. She says it's very important that she speaks with you." Andrea says.
I sigh. What the hell could she want now? "Tell her that I'll see her later. I'm not in the mood to talk right now."
"Again, she says it's urgent. She said to tell you that it involves the main event, Sir."
I sigh again. "Dammit." I whisper to myself. I page Andrea back. "Thank you, Andrea." I lay my carrying case back down onto my desk and grab the phone, pressing the line two button. "What?"
"Wow, you sound extremely thrilled to hear from me." she says feigning sarcasm. "Anyways, I called to inform you that Mr. Rodriguez has a friend coming in tonight for the bartender slot at Floggers. I would conduct the interview myself, but my hands are tied with the girls; especially Leila. I mean, where on Earth did you find her? She's too stiff and uncooperative during practice. Now, what do you advise me to do? Because if nothing changes with her attitude or her moves, I may be forced to fire her."
Thank you Elena, for your lovely speech. "Look, I'll take care of Leila. Don't fire her." I pause, sighing. "And who might this new bartender be? I suppose I can come in early and conduct this interview."
"Thank you. Mr. Rodriguez didn't mention a name, which is strange. All he said was that he was bringing in some 'new meat'. Guess we'll find out once they arrive." Elena chuckles. "Anywho, I'd better get going. I'll see you later."
I hang up the phone and rub my hand down my face. Well, I guess this means that I won't get to work Leila over with a riding crop... she's already at Floggers. Leila and her damn mouth! I'll have to muzzle her if she keeps it up.
And who in the hell is this mystery person? Why didn't Jose give a name? It makes no sense at all, especially if he wants whoever it is to get the job. And I for one hate surprises and sneak-ups.
I sigh. Tonight is going to be quite interesting.
Considering the club is about an hour away from Grey House, I have Taylor, my CPO, drive me straight there. The ride is quiet... maybe a little too quiet for my liking since Leila—who usually travels to Floggers with me—is already at the club. By the time I get there, the damn thing will already be open.
"Is everything alright, Sir?" he asks. Honestly, I'm shocked that he's even asked.
"Yes, Taylor. Everything is just peachy. It's been a long day in the office." I murmur, starring out of the window. He nods and continues cutting in and out of traffic.
Some people wonder if what we do is legal. Well, it wouldn't be an active business if it wasn't. Plus, there are two competing BDSM clubs in different locations of Seattle and they aren't as preserved as mine is. They do things openly whereas at my place, we have a VIP section for that type of sexual content and it's all for club members only.
The members vary between judges and lawyers; big time people that make glorious amounts of money. We've had men and we've had women; all of different ages. Domination varies between the two. Some have husbands, some have wives. Some even have children of different ages. My club has them all.
Their secrets will always be safe with me and Elena. Hell, we both like to indulge in the VIP section as well as the members. Elena isn't too secretive about the lifestyle as I am. But she doesn't have anything to lose like I do, and quite honestly, this type of life is not worth me losing my empire.
"Sir, we've arrived." Taylor says as he puts the SUV in park.
I can't believe that we're already here. Seems it didn't no time to get here. Taylor opens the door for me. I slide out as I normally do and sigh as I pull out my phone to check my emails. I slide my phone back into my pocket as I walk towards the door of the club and...
"Oh my God. I am so sor—" Ho-ly Shit! My breath is taking away by the sight of the beauty in front of me. I can't help but stare at her as her eyes slowly trail up my frame until they meet with mine. God this girl is beautiful. Long goddess-like brown hair. Piercing ocean-blue eyes. Fare radiant skin. And that dress... Damn! It's like a second skin on her! I close my eyes briefly to calm myself because I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable in my pants.
She begins to apologize again, but I stop her by extending my hand out to her. "Christian Grey." I say and smile. Her breath catches in her throat and she seems to be having issues finding her voice.
"A-A-Anastasia S-Steele." she says grasping my hand and the surge of electricity flies from my palm and courses through my entire body. Whoa... what the hell was that? She must have felt it too, for she yanked her hand back as soon as our palms touched. I continue to gaze at her. I glance down at her neck and notice that her pulse has quickened, and I must admit that mine has too.
This is not something that I'm used to. I can't even begin to remember the last time I felt like this.
She apologies again, shakily. Yep, she's nervous. And it isn't until now that I realize that she's here with Rodriguez. I look at him from behind her then fix my gaze back onto her. "A friend of yours Mr. Rodriguez?" I ask without taking my eyes off this beautiful goddess in front of me. She turns to look at him and I take advantage of this brief moment to glance at her ass. Good God, she has such an amazing ass!
"That she is, Mr. Grey. She's here to meet Elena about the bartending opening, right Ana?" Jose says, smirking at her. I can't help the smile that forms on my face as she glares at him with one of the most deadly of gazes. So this is the lovely creature here to take on the job opening. Hmm, not too sure if this type of lifestyle is for her. But I'm ready to give her the benefit of doubt.
"Anastasia?" I say more than I ask to grasp her attention. She turns back towards me and whispers a simple yes. I tell her about us needing to go through some paperwork, that I'll be conducting the interview and her whole demeanor changes once more. She looks more nervous than when we first met. A little confused at the same time. "But... I... I assumed Elena—" Yep, confusion is written all over her face...
I sigh as I look down at the ground, then back up into her eyes once more. "Allow me to introduce myself again. Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. and co-owner of Floggers. Elena is probably prepping tonight's entertainment. I will be doing your interview, Miss Steele."
"Yes, Sir" she whispers and it goes straight to my erection.
She turns toward Jose and I clear my throat. "Mr. Rodriguez. Would you be so kind as to take Miss Steele to my office. I'm going to let Mrs. Lincoln know that I'm here." And to adjust my uncontrollable member.
They walk inside and I soon follow.
We split directions and I begin my search for Elena. I plan to beg her to conduct the interview because I'm not sure if I will be able to control myself being alone with Miss Steele. The very thought makes my member twitch and I know I need to relieve myself somehow. My search for Elena ends as I begin looking for Leila. Unfortunately she's busy with Elena, so I rush inside of the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I make my way over to the mirror and gaze at myself as I mentally kick myself. Get a grip, Grey! She would never want to be involved with someone like you. And deep down I know it's true. Her dressing attire may scream sex, but her body language tells me she's innocent.
Then why the hell is she here, in a BDSM club, wanting a job around people who are accustomed to the lifestyle?
I shake my head, turning on the faucet and splash cold water in my face. Only one way to find out.
I enter my office and am surprised that she seems less nervous than when we first met. She seems to have taken a liking into the art I have hanging up in my office. "Miss Steele, please have a seat." I say, shrugging off my coat and placing it onto the back of my chair. I remove my cufflinks and roll up my sleeves, and it's now that I realize that her nervousness has returned.
Now that I can see her better, she's even more beautiful than before. Thank God my desk hides me from the waist down, otherwise she might see my friend standing in attention.
"Before we get started, I'd like for you to sign a NDA." I say, grabbing a copy of the aggreement from the printer. She looks confused.
"NDA?"
I can't help the 32 tooth grin as I slide the piece of paper across the desk to her, laying a pen on top of it. "Yes. A Non-Disclosure Agreement. It protects this club as well as you and me and anyone who crosses the threshold of Floggers." And that's the God's honest truth.
She gazes at the paper for a moment and I pull up my emails on my computer, giving her a little time to read over it. She picks up the pen and signs it, sliding it back to me. I smile slightly, gazing upon her. I just can't help it! She's gorgeous!
I continue to gaze at her, hypnotized by her beautiful blue orbs which are gazing back into my grays. God, this woman is beautiful!
"What?" she snaps softly. I guess I stared too long...
"Do you know what Floggers represents, Miss Steele?" I ask and she looks at me as if I'm stupid or something. Okay, let's try it this way... "Do you know what type of lifestyle this club represents, Miss Steele?"
"Ana, please..." Hmm, Ana... "And to answer both of your questions, Mr. Grey, then yes, I do..." Dear God, I'm getting hard again... "I know what I am getting myself into without being reminded..." Reminded?... "I didn't exactly take too kindly to the offer when Jose approached me with the idea..." I'm giving the man a fucking raise!... "Quite honestly, I need the money. My current job doesn't begin to pay what I need to keep up with student loans, and of course, I'm not a very helpful roommate when it comes to paying the bills and that's just not who I am..." She's independent too. Me like... "I can't continue to burden Jose with all of the bills." ….yep, I definitely like!...
I walk around my desk and lean back on the front of it, crossing my arms, and placing myself between her and the desk and I know that she's just as effected by the proximity as I am. Down boy, down! Good boy... "And do you think that you can handle this lifestyle, Anastasia?" I ask, sensually. Let's put her to the test...
"Can't say that I ever experienced BDSM before, but if you're asking me if it's going to be too distracting for me to pour and serve drinks, then the answer is no..." Right... "Mr. Grey, I am a little more professional than what you give me credit for and I understand why you have asked. You don't know me..." That's right, I don't. But I would really love to get to know you, Anastasia... "But hopefully if you give me the job I can show you what I'm made of." SIT! SIT! Oh, Good Lord that sounded hot! Show me what you're made of, Miss Steele? I'm looking forward to that!
I ask if she's ever bartended before as I take my seat and she explains that she hasn't, but, she's a fast learner. There isn't a bit of doubt in my mind that she's not. Honestly, she had the job the moment she ran into me. I just can't shake the feeling of wanting to be close to her, and I know I might pay dearly for it later, but I don't really give a fuck. This angelic looking woman had me trapped the moment our eyes locked.
Suddenly the door opens and Elena comes barging inside while on the phone with one of her clients as she calls them. Perfect timing, Mrs. Lincoln.
"Christian, who's this lovely flower?" she asks, referring to Miss Steele.
"Elena, this is our new bartender, Anastasia Steele. Ana, this is Mrs. Elena Lincoln, your other boss." I murmur.
Miss Steele jumps to her feet, extending her hand out Elena. "Mrs. Lincoln." she says as way of introduction.
"Please, call me Elena. And hike up that skirt a bit. Sex sells everything." Oh God, seriously, Elena? She pinches the skirt of Ana's skirt, pulling it up a bit, exposing more of her mile long, sexy legs. Hell, her ass is nearly hanging out for God's sake. Christ! How can I work with her like that?
Ana blushes as well as she looks a little uncomfortable. Can't say I blame her. Guys will be eye-fucking her all night at this rate... myself included.
"Christian," Elena starts, but she acts as if she can't say too much in front of Miss Steele. My eyes are still glued on Anastasia's legs. "I need you out there ready for the um..."
"Don't worry Elena, she's signed already. I'll be out in five, alright?"
She nods and turns to face Miss Steele. "It was nice meeting you, Anastasia. Glad to add you to our... special team. Have fun, darling."
Ana smiles, and God it's such a beautiful smile. "Thank you." and Elena takes her leave.
Ana sighs as she heads for the door and my member begins twitching again by the sight of her delectable ass. "Before you get started, Miss Steele..." I say as I get up out of my chair. I can't hold back anymore! This is pure torture looking at her like this and God knows I don't want another man to look at her like that.
Wait, what the hell am I saying? I hardly even know her! But I need a peace of mind. I can't go through the night looking at her like this. I'll lose every bit of control and end up trying to fuck her on the bar before the night is over!
I push her hair to one side, all on her right shoulder. Oh, she smells divine. I pinch the fabric of her skirt and proceed to pull it back down. "Pull. Your. Skirt. Down. Miss Steele." I say in my most sensual voice and Lord and behold, she reacts instantaneously. I can smell her arousal, and God, is it intoxicating. It proves that she wants me just as bad as I want her. Gain. Control. NOW! "Not that I wouldn't mind looking at your smokin' hot legs, but they would be highly distracting and I'm afraid that I would have very little control keeping my hands off of you. And control is my middle name." That shot through her as well as it did me.
I force myself away from her and head towards the back where I need to change my clothes. If I had stayed behind any longer, I'm afraid that I would have lost myself. No one has ever effected me this way before. And honestly, it scares the shit out of me.
I swallow hard and shake my head of thoughts of Miss Steele and proceed to dress for my scene with Leila.
Ana POV
It's been about an hour since I started working behind the bar. So far I have done pretty well and made several tips. Since I first entered the club, they have cleared the dance floor and pulled out several different tables for the patrons to sit and enjoy the entertainment.
The stage is opened fully now and four dancing poles are on each end of the stage; two on one side of the bed, two on the other. The once white light that beamed onto the bed has turned into a deep red, with several red lights beaming at each of the poles. To my surprise, Jose told me that they do minor things here in the public eye, but upstairs they do much, much more.
In a way, that scares me. I honestly don't know what to think of what's more than stripping your clothes off and grinding up against female dancers, unless... Oh God!
The lights completely go out and the sound of a man humming angelically booms through the entire room along with a sensuous R&B beat. I freeze while drying off one of the wine flutes and my eyes glue to the stage. Suddenly one single red light beams in the direction of the front left pole and there is actually a female standing there rocking her hips side to side. The light only shows her belly and hips. She's wearing what appears to be a black leather bikini with various chains attached to the bottoms.
A second red light beams on the opposite side and yet another female body appears in the same outfit, only exposing the same amount of skin as the other one. Then another red light, and another, until four belly exposed women appear, thrusting their hips in sync to the sensual beat of the music.
The lights become larger, showing the whole frame of each woman. All are dark headed except for one, which is blonde, but their outfits match. Their wrists are tied together behind the poles—wrapping their arms around the poles in the process—with dark red stretch cotton cloth. They have on diamond studded necklaces, which look like collars.
As the lyrics begin, each woman has a pair of manly hands that slide around their bodies to their stomachs, while the women proceed to roll their hips back and forth.
'Let me control you...' the man in the song sings and every single one of the women drop, then slowly come back up, rubbing their backsides against the poles. It's so... hot!
When the lyrics say 'Move your body', the men come out from behind the women and grind into the front of the women, grasping the women's hips firmly. I recognize in the guy on the back right side, it's Jose with some short haired brunette. And then in front of him is a short blonde haired man with the long blonde headed woman. A short black headed man with a long red headed woman in the back left, then I nearly faint when I see none other than Christian Grey in the front left slot with a curly long haired brunette woman.
Oh, the way he moves his hips! And his attire is completely breathtaking and sexy. All of the men are wearing black leather pants with matching chains on the hips and white linen shirts with the sleeves rolled up to their elbows and fully opened in the front, exposing their impressive six-packs and muscular abdomens. Oh, Dear God! Help me now!
I can feel the sweat building up on my forehead and the apex of my thighs have become slippery. I close my eyes, trying to regain control of my reaction when I realize that I'm not the only one effected by the show. In fact, the entire room is effected and people have actually began making out and rubbing all over each other like sex deprived slaves.
"I'll have a Scotch." a man says, breaking me from the spell I was under. I turn to grab a tumbler and sit it on the bar, then grab the bottle of Scotch from a shelf behind me and pour the drink. The man thanks me, then lays down a twenty, telling me to keep the change before returning to his seat.
By this time, the men on stage have grabbed metallic chairs and have the women sitting on their laps in the chair, grinding into each other. The only difference is the dark red cloth that tied the women's wrists together are now tied behind their backs and the men are pulling their wrists towards the floor, forcing the women to arch their backs as they roll their hips on top of the men; the men running their noses up the stomachs of the women...and it's so fucking hot!
As I'm watching them, I find myself rolling my hips as well to the music, leaning back onto the bar island. Then my legs nearly give out as gray eyes meet my blues. Oh my God, I can't breathe! I snap back into my work, taking my eyes off of him. I don't know if I can do this!
And from that moment, up until the song comes to an end, I feel his gaze burning into me. All I can do now, is hope that he didn't notice how it effected me. Because if he does, he'll probably think that I'm as desperate as the patrons.
By the end of the night, I feel pretty confident that I've done pretty well for being my first time—well, all except when the performers were dry humping each other, anyways.
Jose and the other dancers appear from the back, stopping by the bar.
"Hey Annabelle. How was your first night?" Jose asks.
I can't help but smile. "It was pretty good, actually. Not as bad as I thought it would be. Was kind of... fun." I shrug, biting my lip. I continue to count tonight's earnings, placing the bills down into a red zip-up hand bag.
"Oh, Ana. This," he slaps his hand on the back of Dirty Blonde Guy, "is Elliot, Christian's brother."
"Hi." Elliot says and I nod with a smile.
"This is his lovely bride-to-be Katherine; but everybody calls her Kate." Jose points towards the Blonde Goddess Elliot was dancing with. We shake and smile at each other as Jose points toward the redheaded girl and the black headed guy. "These delicious beings are Ethan and Rose. Ethan is Kate's brother."
"Hi." I murmur, smiling as I shake each of their hands.
"And last, but formally not least is the infamous Gwen, my dancing partner and Rose's girlfriend." he says pointing to the short haired brunette. I shake her hand and smile.
"Everybody, meet my best friend slash roommate, Anastasia. She's new meat." Jose smirks and I playfully slap him in the arm, giggling.
"Wow, really, Jose? New meat?" I mutter.
He laughs, taking my hand and kisses the top of it. "Sorry, sweetie. Just pulling your leg."
Suddenly, the brunette that was dancing with Christian appears out of nowhere and plops down onto one of the bar-stools, all snob-like and The Crew—including me—just stares at her.
"Well, don't just stare at me, pour me a damn drink." she snaps directly at me.
"Excuse me?" I hiss, crossing my arms.
She forces a smile as she stands, placing both of her palms flat onto the bar, leaning in towards me. "You are obviously new, so let me explain to you how this shit goes, New Girl. I dance. I shower. I change back into casual clothing and come out to the bar, and you. pour. me. a. drink! Got it?" she snarls causing Jose and The Crew to gasp. Oh, hell no, bitch!
"You're right. I am new. So let me explain how I do things here." I growl, taking the same stance as she did until we're nose to nose. "I don't know how you treated the other bartenders here; nor do I know how you have treated the other staff. But I pour drinks to paying customers only. There is no hand-outs at my bar. I don't take demands from daddy's little girls whom think that green paper with various presidents printed on the front makes them God's greatest creations. You want a drink? Then ask for it right and pay me for it. Otherwise, get your fucking snob ass face out of mine. Got it?" I say the last two words in complete mockery.
She gasps as if I hit her in the gut, glaring at me. Jose and the rest snort into quiet laughter. And when I think that she's getting ready to say something else, Elena and Christian come out.
"Leave the girl alone, Leila. She's new." Elena snaps, crossing her arms and raising a brow at Brunette Bitch.
Leila scoffs. "Yeah, I kind of got that impression." She turns towards Elena and Christian, crossing her arms. "Will you please tell this bitch to get me some damn Vodka?"
Oh, I'll get you Vodka. I grab a tumbler and pour the drink just like she asked and when she finally turns to face me, I sling it in her face. "Drink up, Leila." and I slam the glass down, handing Elena the red hand-bag and leave. On my way out I can hear faint laughter along with the annoying whine of Leila saying Christian's name as if he's gonna do something about it.
I burst through the doors and sick in a deep breath of cool, crisp air and realize that I may have just lost my job for that stupid move I pulled with Leila. Dammit, Steele! Can you not learn to control your temper?
"Anastasia?" I hear that caramel coated voice from behind me. I close my eyes, dropping my head in defeat as I wait for him to discuss my fate.
Suddenly, I feel that electric pull as he grasps my shoulder to turn me around to face him. I look up and am completely confused by the way he's looking at me. In fact, he's smiling. WTF?!
"Sorry about Leila." He sighs. "She's not really the people person type."
"I am so sorry for how I reacted. It was totally unprofessional of me and I swear it will never happen again." I practically plead, twisting my hands together.
I look down ashamed and he cups my chin, raising my head to force me to look at him. "She deserved it." he shrugs, smiling. "She doesn't know when to shut her mouth. But your right, it wasn't very professional of you to sling a perfectly good drink into one of the staff members face."
Oh God... this is it!
He reaches inside of his coat pocket and pulls out a white envelope. "Here. This is the tips you made tonight."
I take it and stare at it for a moment as Leila exits the club, glaring at us. "Christian, please take me home. I'm exhausted." she murmurs, crossing her arms. He closes his eyes then glares back at her causing not only her to shrink in size, but me too.
"Go on to the car, Miss Williams. I'm dealing with staff at the moment."
The Bitch doesn't even hesitate. She turns around and walks up the sidewalk towards a black Audi SUV. He turns and faces me again, his gaze softens. "Again, she doesn't know when to shut her mouth. I expect to see you tomorrow night, Miss Steele. And in case Mr. Hernandez didn't notify you, Elena will be coming by your apartment around noon with Kate to take you out shopping for work clothing. Be ready."
"Wait, so I still have the job?" I ask, shocked.
He takes two steps towards me and I freeze instantly. He bends his head down and I close my eyes thinking he's going to kiss me when he begins whispering in my ear, "Do you want the job, Miss Steele?" I nod frantically as he continues, "Well, in that case, you still have it. Have a good night, Anastasia."
And when I open my eyes, he's gazing at me... and he's so damn close to me! I can even feel his breath on my lips... Lord, help me now before I do something I know I'll regret by morning!
And in a split second, he turns around and walks toward the black SUV.
"Thank you." I whisper. And finally I release the breath that I hadn't realized that I'd been holding.
**Hey guys! I hope that was better than the short chapters I had previously posted before. But like I had said originally, I will write short AND long chapters. To my Beastie fans, fret not my darlings, for I have not forgot about you guys! Between 4 kids and school work, I've just been so busy lately but I have time now to get everybody caught up on fanfiction lol. Love ya guys soooooo much for the undying support. WHOSE SUPER EXCITED ABOUT FSOG MOVIE IN ONLY ONE EFFIN WEEK?! MEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Lmao! Song that was used during the dance scene was Control You by The Movement. Anyways, reviews are welcome.**
