A/N: Happy St. Patrick's Day! I'm just gonna drop this off, then hide and do homework.

Chapter 4

Bella

It's eight-twenty-five when we pull up to the club and park. The line to get in is about thirty feet long and close to wrapping around the corner of the building. Thankfully, doors don't open until eight-fifteen for those not on their lists, and only celebs and others with the right money can call ahead to be put on one.

"Em just texted; he and Eric are just inside the door, and Peter and Char had to cancel," Rose tells us as we exit the car.

We start walking up to the door, passing the line as we go and hearing a few whispers about who we are. We're about to make it to the front when I see Edward is already there, wearing the jeans I told him to, and talking with the bouncer. I slow us down and talk quietly to the girls, telling them to not say a word as I guide them away from the line enough for us to walk up behind him.

"Thanks man. I owe you one," E tells him.

Now's a good time. I walk up, put my hands on his shoulders for support and whisper in his ear, "Ready to get sweaty?"

He smirks, huffing out through his nose and turning his eyes to me. "I don't know … can you handle it?"

I release his shoulders, step back with a small smile, and give the bouncer our name before leveling him with a playful look and my answer. "Oh, I can handle it. The question is, can you handle me?" With that, I turn and walk in, the girls hot on my tail. They giggle at his stunned face, stating that this is going to be interesting.

We meet up with Em and Eric and weave our way through the four dancing platforms that are designated for the bar's dancers, sitting down at a table. This is not a strip club, so the dancers are also bar employees that help keep the dancing going. Edward finally joins us, sitting next to me, seconds after my ass hits the leather. We all order drinks and shoot the shit for a bit, talking about the magazine stuff this weekend and anything else we want to. An hour later, the bar is pumping with music and the dance floor is filled with bodies swaying, dipping, twerking, and grinding.

The girls tell me to dance with them, and how can I say no? Two models and a fashion employee, all with dance experience, grinding and dancing with each other? I'm using everything I can to make him lose it.

Only one song later, the DJ comes on. "Hol' up, hol' up, Hold. Up! Who is this we have here?! I see there's some people we need to put on spot! Miss Rosalie Hale, who you might know as a top Fashion Week model. Next, there's Bella Swan, top pole fitness instructor and model. She's also done us a great favor and trained our pole girls. And last, but of course not least, Edward Cullen of Cullen Detailing and Auto. You can see his works on several A-lister's cars, such as 50 Cent, Kevin Hart, and the late Paul Walker, to name a few."

There's cheers and whistles for each of us, and I completely missed the fact that Edward had gotten up from the table and was almost next to me when he was called out.

"Now, I wouldn't be doin' these people justice if I didn't ask. Miss Swan? Would you like to give the people a little taste of your talent and join in with the dancers for one song?" There's cheers and pleas all around. For as much as I just want to dance, this is just too good to pass up. I agree and tell him to play the first minute of 'You Don't Own me' from the Suicide Squad soundtrack. It's the perfect tempo and it's my way of saying that no one will own me … except for Edward.

"Alright, let's get it!"

When the music starts, I place my hand on Edward's chest, and with a raise brow and a smirk, I push him back enough that he gets the picture. He takes a couple steps back, giving me some breathing room. Walking over to a pole secured on a platform, I step to the way the beat tells me to. When I reach the pole, I jump right up and swing around. When the beginning rap is done, I hook my knees and start the choreographed number. I hold positions up right and upside down, swing fast and then slow it down before speeding it back up, and I show off some flexibility.

I make the people see what they can't have and force Edward into feeling possessive. I want him to feel like he's on the edge of control. I want him to need to touch me anywhere and everywhere. I want him to mark me with his lips, tongue, and teeth. I want him, and only him, to own me.

The music fades out at the right moment, still letting me slide down to the end pose of a deep one-legged squat with other leg out to the side.

"Let's hear it for Bella Swan and our dancers!" When the cheering calms enough he moves on. "What'd you say to a little 'Slow Motion'?!" The Juvenile song comes on and people start dancing again.

I get down from the platform and see that Emmett has joined Rose, and Eric is with Angela. A hand slides under my hair and takes a light hold of the back of my neck while the other rests on my hip. "Dance with me," he says, just loud enough to be heard over the music. His words hold a slight commanding tone to them. How can I say no to that voice and that touch from him?

"Okay," I say, but don't know if he hears it.

Turning to face him, he slides his left leg between mine, effectively positioning me so that I'll be grinding on his thigh. His left hand goes to my bare back while the other goes to my waist, and I hold tight to his hip and arm. We stay that way for the rest of the song and I must admit that I become a little worked up, breathing heavy and heart rate increasing, and not because I'm dancing.

The song changes to "Rock Yo Hips" by Crime Mob, and I turn my back to him, needing a break and a different feel of him. He snakes his hand under my right arm to rest it on my bare stomach, just below the edge of my cropped shirt, while his other one goes back to my waist. Edward presses his front to my back and I interlock our fingers on my abdomen and cover the hand on my hip.

My body moves in time with his, hips swaying and back curving slightly in any direction that seems fit for the beats. Leaning my head back against his chest, I close my eyes and relish in the feel of him. It's then that I decide to test the waters. I let go of his hand on my hip, bringing my own hand up and back to go around his neck. The flexing of his fingers on my hip tells me he likes it and his grip tightens a bit more when I slide my fingers up into his hair. His head falls forward and his forehead comes to rest on my shoulder. His knees bend and my ass is pulled back into him harder. I can now feel why he did that and I moan because, my god! Knowing that he's worked up already makes me want to toss out all remaining plans.

Edward lifts his head and presses an open-mouth kiss to the exposed skin on my shoulder. He continues to kiss up my shoulder and neck, his mouth leaving a burning trail and pebbled flesh in its wake. When he makes it to my ear, he takes my lobe between his teeth at the same moment his fingers begin tracing the exposed skin along the top of my jean shorts. My stomach quivers, my nipples harden, and an involuntary moan escapes lips. We've started crossing into dangerous territory, which I most certainly don't want to get out of. From the all the teasing that's happened, I feel close to combusting. Is it possible to spontaneously orgasm?

Suddenly, a new hand on my upper arm pulls me away from Edward. "You two have an early day tomorrow and need to rest up," Rose, my cockblocking whore of a friend, yells over the thumping music. "Plus, we all need to do our last shot before calling it a night." I glare so hard at her, silently damning her to the deepest circle of Hell. All she does is smile wide, showing me she knows exactly what she interrupted, then leans in to tell me, "Stick to the plan. You'll thank me later."

"The fuck I will!" I mutter and she laughs, turning me around by my shoulders, slapping my ass once, and ordering me to go. I pout all the way back to our table.

A few moments later the guys join us, Edward trailing behind and looking like someone just kicked his dog. We all gather around and hold up our shots. Us girls have the blowjob, so we set them back down, bend over and slip our mouths over the glasses, tossing our heads back and not using our hands. My eyes hardly leave Edward's face as the Kahlua, Bailey's, and whipped cream coat the back of my throat. The guys have the buttery nipple and toss it back when we're done. All the while, "Gorilla" by Bruno Mars has started, and I think about the words of the song. Thanks to Mary, the photographer for tomorrow agreed to let me have a pole to set up for some photos.

Edward sets the glass down on the table, having never looked away from me when he took his. His heated gaze sets me a blaze once again. I know I need to leave or I may just do the thing I want most. I smirk and move so I can pass him as the girls and I head for the door. I stretch up to reach his ear. "See you bright and early at seven," I say, then just to tease him some more, I nip his lobe before walking away with a satisfied grin.

Since Rose decided to forego alcohol on the way there, and only had the last shot, she's okay to drive us home. I still call her a cockblocking twat-waffle, even though her intentions are good—though I'm still debating that.

*WYB*

Edward

"Ugh!" I groan in frustration. The feeling of having her body moving so fluidly on mine was amazing. I was five seconds away from asking her to stay the night with me instead of her apartment, when she was ripped from my clutches. It made me feel a tiny bit better that she looked pissed about Rose's impromptu separation.

Emmett claps his hand down on my shoulder. "Dude, don't be mad, but if Rosie hadn't, I would've. You two looked seconds away from going at it right there on the floor with everyone watching."

"Yeah," Eric pipes up. "I mean, porn is great, but I really don't want to see you two like that."

I follow them back to the table, trying to will away my raging hard-on, along with the blue balls I'm surely now sporting. I take my offered shot, hearing the music change and seeing a dancer on the platform in my peripheral. Looking towards her, I try to convey my want for her. I know she sees it because that smirk of hers tells me so.

But all she leaves me with is the promise of seeing her tomorrow and nipping my earlobe.

She's driving me crazy!

I look up at the guys and Emmett has this cheesy-ass smile going on as he watches me. "What the fuck, man? Do you know something I don't?"

He just shakes his head, laughing. "You're so fucked and this is fucking awesome!"

"Yeah, thanks. Good looking out, bro. I bring you in on my plans and you can't do shit to help? Some friend you are."

"Hey, I'm sorry, but I'm stuck between a rock and hard place," he defends. "Besides, I don't think your plans of getting her hot and bothered, then courting and being a gentleman are going to work this time."

"What does that mean?" He makes the motion of zipping his lips and tossing the key. "What the fuck ever, douche. I'm out. I got shit to do," I say, and then turn around and leave.

When I get home, I jump in the shower and jack-off to the memory of us out on that dance floor and what could have transpired. Then, I try thinking of new ideas since Em seems to know something I don't.

I pull up to the shop, seeing that Bella's Challenger is already here. I park and get out, closing my door as another car and a short U-Haul truck pull in. I unlock the door and prop it open so they can come and go as they need to set up without worrying about it. I unlock my office so I can do some work until I'm needed.

I can't say I sit down right away to work, since Bella is here and helping set up. She asks if there's any loops drilled in to the cement that she can use as stabilizers. I point her in the right direction and she says that they'll be perfect. I watch her leave and come back in, carrying a few cables and a silver metallic bar, setting them down and going back out. When she comes back, there's a big, black board in her hands and she starts putting whatever it is together. She seems focused as she clips the cables on the bottom of the black board to the floor, tightening them down.

I look back towards the front of the shop, seeing the other people finishing unloading the truck. I sigh and force myself to do something productive.

Not five minutes later, a knock on my door has me looking up from my papers.

"Hi, Mr. Cullen. Do you have a quick second?" Mary asks.

"Sure, come in. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, it's nothing big, I was just wondering if you still have a stereo system that we can use?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah! It's still here and has been improved from the last time. You can use it any way you want and it connects to Bluetooth with ease now." I get up and show her where it is and how to work it.

I turn back to my office, but stop short. I had no idea Bella was going to have a pole with her for today. Not to sound selfish or conceded, but I was under the impression that this whole piece was on me and the shop.

So, why is she swinging 'round the pole, testing its stability?

I about jump out of my skin when Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" blasts through the speakers in all areas of the shop. Bella yells her thanks as she twists and spins upside down.

I clench my fists and march my horny self to my office, pleading to every deity for this day to be over.

A/N: HINT - Next update, y'all… *wink wink* I promise!