A/N: Hello Pitch Perfect Fans! Here's is a brand-new chapter of the Bellas rollicking adventure in Las Vegas. I hope you are still enjoying it, and can ignore any typos or misspellings. They, I'm afraid are all mine.

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Chapter 10

Kommissar Whittles at Beca's Defenses

Luisa strides into the suite, full of confidence and brimming with excitement. Practice had gone extremely well. Better than she had even hoped. Her Sehr Kleine Maus, is just such a natural talent, she couldn't help but bring her 'A' game. The Maus is going to shine in tonight's performance.

"Hans?" Luisa calls out. "Hans?" The tall blonde Amazon turns back to the door, and asks, "Wo ist Hans?"

Beca stops just in the door, caught off by the question, and shrugs, not even sure what she's just been asked. She then realizes the question had been posed to Pieter who strides in behind her. He's shaking his head. "Ich weiß es nicht. Er war bei Wolfgang."

Beca looks at the two Germans in confusion, but Luisa doesn't want Beca to know something is wrong, and that Pieter doesn't know where either Hans or Wolfgang are. She tells Pieter in German to track down the two men as soon as possible. Kommissar had sent Hans and Wolfgang back early from practice, because they were supposed to be working on Beca's paperwork to travel and work in Germany.

Pieter goes to say something more, but Luisa is impatient to continue her time with Beca. She cuts him off and sends him on his way.

Looking over her shoulder at the smaller American, she catches Beca lost in thought, but staring in her general direction, and decides it's time to play more games. "Ah mein Kleine Maus, are you looking at my ass again?"

"Umm…" Beca blinks her eyes, shaking herself out of her reverie, when Luisa's words sink in. "What? No!"

Turning towards Beca, a very mischievous smile gracing her lips, Luisa goes all Kommissar, in her seductive mode. "Maybe I'll turn and face you, take away the temptation of my ass…"

"Oh my God, I was Not checking out your ass!" Beca actually stomps. Unfortunately for the diminutive brunette, her eyes dip again.

"So, maybe you are checking out more than my ass?"

"N-n-no…"

"Are you sure, because your eyes are, dropping back even as we speak. Maybe you think I'm hot."

"Of course I know you are hot. You in that tight leather skirt that clings to your ass. All I have to do is listen to every guy who sees you. Or watch them when you walk through the hotel lobby. They all want you." Beca pauses when she notes Kommissar's perfect eyebrow raise at her words. She tries to take it in another direction. "I-I-I, on the other hand, am not a guy. I admit, you have a perfect body and beautiful face, but that does not mean I want you."

"Ahh, I knew YOU think I'm sexy, I like it."

Beca face palms and groans.

Luisa decides to change tactics to keep her Maus off-balance. In the sweetest voice she asks, "So mein Sehr Kleine Maus, how did you like your first practice as a member of Das Sound Machine?"

Beca looks up at the Amazonian German, confusion playing on her face, before she seems to gain focus. Her face hardens, and she loudly declares, "I am NOT singing that SONG!"

Luisa steps forward and runs the back of her hand along Beca's cheek. "But Maus, we've already had this discussion. Your contract stipulates that you will sing what songs are chosen for you." Beca jerks her head away from the contact. Luisa hears the whisper 'So soft,' from the young American and smiles. "We wouldn't want to initiate any of the noncompliance clauses, would we?"

Beca scowls and through clenched teeth hisses, "No."

"Besides mein Sehr Kleine Maus, you sang that song so beautifully today during rehearsal, I cannot wait to have you serenade me with it at our performance tonight."

"I will definitely NOT be serenading you!" Beca crosses her arms across her chest, and strikes her most defiant pose.

Luisa steps forward and rubs the back of her hand across Beca's cheek. She whispers in her most sultry voice, "I don't know mein Feisty Maus. You argued the same thing earlier, but when the time came, and you felt the music; you seemed to have no trouble serenading me."

Beca's knees seem to give way at Kommissar's touch. Beca valiantly tries to maintain her defiance. "Just because you're HOT; doesn't mean I want to serenade you." Beca's eyes widen to the size of saucers as her words sink in. She emits a very mouse like squeak, and hangs her head in shame.

Luisa steps closer to the petite American and whispers, "I very much, look forward to when you serenade me again. In her heels Kommissar towers over the just five-foot-two DJ, who is suddenly feeling herself to be the mouse, caught by the stare of a predatory cat. For the first time, Beca really finds herself feeling very intimidated, and to her shame, slightly turned on.

Like the predator she is, Luisa can tell when a prey is weakening. She feels it's time to up the ante with the object of her desire. She places her hands on Beca's shoulders and gently, but firmly, guides the smaller woman towards the couch.

Beca feels herself being gently led to the couch and though she knows she should resist, yet the confident demeanor of the Kommissar has her basically in a trance.

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"The bugs are working," Jessica reports out loud. "We're getting a good signal. The sound quality is quite good. Great job on the placement of the bugs, Lily."

Lily just nods, no other emotion showing.

"What song do you think Beca's supposed to sing?" Ashley asks. She's listening in with Jessica on the two headphones.

Jessica shakes her head, "I don't know, but we might want to keep Chloe away from the showcase tonight."

Ashley nods her agreement.

"Thank God we performed our showcase on the opening night. I would hate to have to do this while preparing for a show," says Emily from the corner, where she's working on a laptop.

"You got that right," agreed Ashley. She looks over at the youngest member of this iteration of the Bellas and asks, "How goes it with your assignment?"

"Okay, though I wish I could be doing more than writing fake letters and press releases," sighs Emily.

Jessica smiles warmly as she says, "Well as our one and only English major, and serious song writer; it kinda made sense to give you the writing assignments."

"You're a really great writer Emily, and those documents you are writing are going to prove very useful," adds Ashley.

Emily looks doubtful, "I guess…."

Aubrey, Chloe, and Stacie stride into the room. "What's the status of the recording devices?" Aubrey asks the second she's in the room. Both Jessica and Ashley give an identical thumb up. Aubrey nods, face remaining neutral and solemn. She looks to Emily and asks, "Legacy, how goes those letters to the homeless shelters?" Aubrey had kind of just slid into being the commander of the Bellas 'war room', that they had created to manage 'Operation Get Beca Back', and all the Bellas had just fallen into line.

"The letters to the shelters and the Boy's and Girl's Clubs are done. I am working on the press releases now," answers Emily as she gestures to the screen of her laptop.

"That's great Emily," Chloe enthuses. "I really appreciate your help with this."

"Can you print out what you got, Emily?" Aubrey asks, as she gestures to the printer.

Emily nods, and starts to print her documents.

Chloe is holding Beca's passport, looking at the picture. She can't help smiling at the goofy face Beca's sporting. It's obvious the tiny DJ hadn't been ready for the picture, and Chloe can picture Beca arguing to get another picture taken, and obviously being turned down by the bureaucrat behind the counter. "Great job Lily. Thanks for getting this," the redhead says, not taking her eyes off the picture.

Lily just smiles. Proud of the complement.

Nodding in approval, Aubrey picks up a FedEx envelope and asks for the passport from Chloe. The redhead takes one last look at the picture in the passport and then reluctantly hands it over to her blonde best friend. Aubrey smiles at her best friend as she drops the passport in the envelope and then hands it to Stacie. "Would you take this to the nearest FedEx office?"

Stacie gives the blonde a surprised look. "You're mailing the passport away? To your office at the lodge?"

Aubrey nods, "Yeah, I want that out of here. I don't want any chance that if DSM comes looking for it, or if they actually bring the police into it, that it can be found on us."

Stacie nods and smiles, "That totally makes sense." The tall brunette gives the blonde a wink. "We would totally be a badass spy unit. I would be the James Bond, you would be 'M'. In fact, I'm going to call you 'A'."

Aubrey rolls her eyes, but she smiles as the brunette winks before spinning about and heading out the door. Aubrey's eyes fall on Jessica and Ashley, "How are the bugs working?"

Ashley lights up, "They are working great!"

Jessica adds, "I'm just about to turn on the video feeds."

"Great!" says Chloe. "Put it over the speakers so we can hear."

Both Ashley and Jessica's faces fall. Both say, "Ummm."

Aubrey notes the hesitation. She asks, "Is there a problem?"

Jessica hesitantly answers, "From a technical sense, no…."

Ashley continues, "From a Chloe perspective…."

Chloe looks at the two best friends, and smiles softly as she assures them, "I understand, and appreciate, but please, play the audio.

The blonde and brunette look doubtful, but Jessica nods and reaches over and switches the speakers on.

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The tall German settles on the couch and looks over at the tiny American DJ. "I'm thirsty, are you thirsty mein Kleine Maus?"

Beca settles onto the other sofa, and shrugs as she answers, "Yeah, I guess."

"Good! Over at the bar you will find some wine." The blonde leader of DSM gestures over to the bar across the room. "I will have a glass of red wine," says Kommissar, in her most commanding voice.

"Of course, Miss," Beca replies sarcastically. When the young American continues to stand there, the German arches a single eyebrow, and harden her stare. The silence stretches and grows uncomfortable, till finally Beca huffs a 'Fine' and gets up to walk to the bar.

When she thinks Kommissar isn't looking she flips her off, but doesn't realize the blonde woman can see her in the window's reflection.

Luisa smiles at the insolence, but doesn't comment. Instead she merely says, "And get yourself one, too."

"I don't want wine," answers Beca automatically.

"Mein Sehr Kleine Maus, you first must learn to do what you are told. As Anfänger to the team you are required to do all that your mentor, that would be me," Luisa points to herself, "says." She smiles, content in her power." Now bring the bottle and two glasses; and make it the merlot."

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"Easy Chloe; Beca is okay," says Aubrey, as she puts a calming hand on Chloe's shoulder.

"I'll bring her a bottle of Merlot, and shove it.…"

"Hey, hey, hey, let's remember that we have an innocent in the room," says Fat Amy.

Everyone looks about in confusion until Fat Amy looks over at Emily. Emily leaps up, "I'm not an innocent!"

"Yeah, yeah Legacy…."

"You don't know," Emily says indignantly.

"I do know, your diary pretty much spells it out," Amy says in response.

"My?" Emily chokes out. "My!" Ashley and Jessica catch Legacy just as she leaps out at Fat Amy.

"Legacy, it's okay, there's nothing really interesting in it, don't worry. I mean it's actually rather boring."

Emily's eyes grow round and she lets out a strangled cry. Chloe steps up and places an arm around the taller girl's shoulders and assures her, "Hey Ems it's okay. Fat Amy's sorry for such a gross violation of your privacy and trust. She'll apologize and promise never to do something like this again. And to make it up to you, she's going to go get everyone lunch."

"I'm what?" Fat Amy stares incredulously at the ginger.

"You're buying everyone lunch, and if you say anything to the contrary, you'll also be buying dinner," interjects Aubrey.

Realizing how much trouble she's in, Fat Amy huffs out, "Fine!", turns on her heels and stomps out in dramatic fashion.

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Grumbling to herself, Beca returns with the red wine and two glasses. Kommissar arches her right eyebrow in question and just stares at the petite brunette. With a sigh, Beca pours a generously full glass of the burgundy liquid and offers the glass.

Luisa just looks at it for a moment, making Beca hold her position offering a glass. Just before she senses Beca's about to retract the glass and say something snarky, the tall blonde accepts the offered wine. With a slight laugh Kommissar jokes slyly, "Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, mein Maus?"

Beca's eyes grow round as she stammers, "Wha-what? I-I-I beg your pardon?"

"Begging," Kommissar teases, "I like that." She laughs at Beca's discomfort, finding it quite amusing.

Seeing the petite American DJ getting upset, the blonde employs an over dramatic concerned voice, "Oh mein Sehr Kleine Maus, you do not need beg." Luisa's voice drops an octave, going sultry, "Though it might make it even better." Kommissar' smile matches the voice, and her wink just perfects her flirtation. Sitting back, she enjoys the ease with which it is to play with the suddenly ruffled American DJ.

Kommissar has always found Beca the most intriguing of prey. She knows the feisty little woman likes to think of herself as such a badass, but in actuality her Sehr Kleine Maus is rather reserved, somewhat sexually repressed, and introverted young girl.

In other words, an extremely easy target.

"What? No. Please, stop," Beca argues, trying to regain some measure of control in this situation.

Kommissar laughs as she lifts he legs and lays them out on the couch in front of her. From her reclined position, she imperiously gestures towards her feet, and orders Beca like a rich woman would a servant, "Take off my heels."

"Uhh-what?"

"My feet are killing me. Could you please massage my feet?"

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"Stop her!" Orders Aubrey, as Chloe bolts for the door.

"Hey guys, I'm kind of short on funds for lu…." Fat Amy is cut-off as the surprisingly powerful redhead barrels through the Aussie as she returns to the room. Chloe trips over the flailing blonde woman, who's yelling something about charging wildebeests as she falls heavily to the floor. With surprising speed, the redhead is back on her feet, but the delay was enough for Stacie and Aubrey to vault over the now supine Aussie and get to the door, before Chloe can leave the suite.

Holding her hand up, palm towards the redhead, Aubrey says in a calm voice, "Chloe, I know you want to rush in and save Beca; we want to, too; but you have to trust her to get herself out of this particular situation. We'll get Beca out of that woman's talons, but you have to be patient. We can't have you barreling in there like a crazy woman, revealing our surveillance, and getting yourself arrested."

Chloe is seeing red, and steps towards her oldest friend, and shouts, "Bree, get out of my way!"

Aubrey remains calm in the face of the terrifying ginger. "No, Chloe,"

Chloe's next words come out low and clipped, each word dripping with the promise of dire consequences. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

Aubrey remains unfazed, even as every other Bella in the room steps back. She shakes her head, and calmly replies, "No Chloe."

Chloe falters, the only person on Earth that Chloe cares as much for as she does Beca is Aubrey. There is no way she could hurt the blonde, even to save Beca. She loses steam as she sees that her best friend from kindergarten on refuses to step out of her way. It's as if her legs lose the ability to hold her up, and she sinks to the floor. "Bree…" Chloe's voice cracks with emotion.

Both Aubrey and Stacie are quickly down on the floor next to her. "I know," Aubrey's voice conveys her understanding.

Chloe allows her blonde friend to wrap her in a hug. While she soothes her best friend, Aubrey says, "Could someone pick Amy off the floor?"

"What are we going to do, Bree? I can't handle watching Beca turned into some sex slave…."

Lily steps up and mumbles just loud enough to be heard, "I have an idea….

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Beca can't believe the nerve of the woman sitting before her. Attempting to regain her composure, she attempts to establish a modicum of control of this absurd situation. "I'm sorry, but what?"

"My feet are always sore after a rehearsal. Be a dear and remove my shoes." The blonde German points down at the stiletto shoes she's currently wearing.

"Are you kidding me?" Beca can't tell if the Kommissar is actually flirting with her, or just playing mind games. Her eyes travels down Luisa's long sculpted legs, and she feels her mouth go dry, and she feels an overwhelming need to swallow. Beca is feeling so confused and tired, and she really just wants this entire messed up situation to be at an end.

When Luisa wiggles her feet, Beca realizes she's been staring at the blonde woman's long tanned legs. A quick glance at her face, and she sees Luisa is sporting a knowing smirk. The German gives her a wink, and again gestures to her feet. With face flushed with the humiliation that comes with servitude, Beca obeys the simple task. She reaches down and undoes the straps on each shoe, and gently removes each. Setting the shoes down she waits for further instructions, as she watches Kommissar stretch, and flex her feet. Beca just knows more commands are sure to come.

Kommissar happy with the Beca's obedience, continues, "Now please massage my feet."

"You want me to do what?" Beca asks still in shock from Kommissar's demands.

The powerful blonde snaps her fingers, and commands, "Massage my feet, they're sore."

"Dude! No! Gross!" Beca leaps back, shaking her head from side to side.

Luisa smirks at the petite American. She loves playing the Kommissar, commanding and powerful, it makes the game all the more interesting. In her Kommissar persona, Luisa had become an expert at the sly manipulation of other people. Luisa also learned a long time ago that she was at heart a predator, that she lives for the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the chase was usually way more exciting and in all honesty, sexually stimulating, than the sex that would inevitably come at the end of their cat and mouse game. And the young American DJ is just such a perfect maus.

"Maus, let us dispense with this pretense, your words and eyes reveal the truth."

Beca shakes her head, "My what? My eyes?"

"Ja, your eyes, they continually are, how you say, checking out my legs. Ja?"

"What?"

"Maybe you see something you like down there?" Kommissar asks, a sly grin on her face.

"N-o…." Beca stutters as she feels herself drawn in by Kommissar's eyes.

"Why do you pretend to resist?" Kommissar asks.

Beca turns her head and looks down at her hands. She gasps when she realizes her hands have unfastened the straps of Kommissar's shoes. She's removed one shoe, and in the process of removing the second. Her hands shoot back as if she had just seen a cobra.

"You see, Sehr Kleine Maus, your body betrays you. Your head says no, but your heart says otherwise." Luisa's voice is soothing, yet commanding. She is a woman used to being in control, in command, this has given her a poise that is quite intoxicating.

"Continue," Kommissar commands. Beca doesn't move at first, and Kommissar fixes her with a look. "My feet need messaging, get to it."

Reluctantly the petite brunette takes the blonde's stocking-clad right foot into her hands and gently begins massaging it. She can't explain it but the touch of nylon, mixed with the Kommissar's perfectly manicured toes and her red toenails, mixed with the clearly subservient situation that had somehow occurred, has left her feeling unexplainably confused.

"You smell like vanilla," Beca says, before rolling her eyes. She hopes the heat she feels isn't as noticeable as it feels.

Kommissar knows she is now in control, yet that there is still a fine line to walk. She really wants to get this American who truly perked her attention, but it must be done right or the maus will run. So, Luisa just relaxes and allows the petite girl continue the massage. "Du bist so schön," she says in a soft voice, because she truly finds the American beautiful.

Beca shakes her head, but reluctantly accepts that it might be just easier to appease the powerful blonde than to cause a ruckus, and so tentatively reaches out and begins massaging Kommissar's right foot. At first her actions are hesitant, and disjointed, but Luisa says nothing, allowing her Maus to grow more comfortable on her own. Beca lets her mind drift as she gently works over the blonde's foot and toes, and over time she is doing a halfway decent job.

Beca continues lost in thought as she switches to Luisa's left foot. She's found a place, where her hands almost seem to move on their own, and she can keep herself distracted, mixing and matching songs in her head. Unfortunately, this bubble of avoidance is shattered when she glances up. She gasps as she realizes she is looking right up Kommissar's skirt.

Beca jumps up, "This is done."

Kommissar smirks, knowing the view Beca had just had. She enjoys seeing this hint of resistance in the petite American. "Ahh mein Feisty Maus is back. I do enjoy Feisty Maus, it will make breaking you so much sweeter. But…" Kommissar is cut off by the sound of the hotel phone ringing on the end table just behind her.

Looking over, perplexed she picks up the receiver. "Hello?" She listens to the person in the other end of the call, and Beca can tell she's confounded by what she's being told. "There's a reporter who wants to interview me? Now? About the charity, we are spreading across the city? I don't understand. Have them wait and I will be right down…"

Kommissar quickly puts her heels back on. "We must go down stairs maus, there's a mystery we must look into."

Beca lets out a breath, and then recovers, "Uhh, what's happened?"

Standing up to her full height, the blonde woman reaches out and tenderly runs her fingers down Beca's cheek. Her words are soft and full of promise. "Don't worry, we'll continue this later mein Sehr Kleine Maus."

Kommissar steps towards the door, and Beca's knees almost buckle. She watches the tall blonde walk away, finds herself praying that Chloe rescues her soon.

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