Set after the camp fire during the retreat in PP2.
Chapter Rating: T
I've given up on titles, it's more stressful than writing the actual story.
Texting her girlfriend for a third time, Beca sighed as her message went unanswered again. Chloe's been disappearing for a couple hours at a time for the last couple of weeks and it's really starting to bother her. She didn't want to be the clingy girlfriend but something was up that Chloe wasn't telling her.
Searching through her contacts, Beca scrolled down to Stacie's number and sent her a message.
To Stacie: Hey is Chloe with you? She's not answering my messages.
Dropping the phone onto the bed next to her, Beca rubbed her eyes waiting for a reply.
DING!
To Beca: No she isn't with me
Groaning, Beca went through her contact list again.
To Fat Amy: Do you know where Chloe is?
The response couldn't have come sooner.
To Beca: Gingers can't be tamed BM!
Her nose scrunched in confusion.
To Fat Amy: What?!
To Fat Amy: What does that even mean?!
To Fat Amy: Fat Amy!
Minutes passed without a response and Beca knew she wasn't getting anywhere.
Biting her thumb, Beca scrolled to one last name.
To Legacy: Do you know where Chloe is?
Beca sat up as she saw the message had been read. Waiting for her response, Beca grew impatient as Emily still did not respond. She fumed, pressing the call button.
"Hello?" Emily's voice was small on the other side.
Cutting straight to the point, Beca nearly barked. "Do you know where she is?"
The line was silent for a moment, Emily's voice stuttered. "She told me not to say."
Beca's blood ran cold in her veins. Hanging up the phone, Beca grabbed the keys to her car to drive to the Bella's house to see Emily.
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Her knuckles ached at the force she was knocking on the door. "Legacy you get your butt out here right now!"
The door was quickly pulled open, as if Emily was hiding behind it this whole time. Her arms were raised in surrender. "I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
Rolling her eyes, Beca pushed the girl into the direction of her car in the driveway. "Where am I driving?"
Emily wrung her hands in her lap in the passenger seat. "Downtown. Rosewell."
"Stop right here." Emily's hands shot out onto the dash.
Pulling the car to the curb, Beca looked around confused. "Was I driving too fast? Do you need to hurl or something?"
Shaking her head, Emily looked at the neon lights across the street. "No we're here."
Following her line of sight, Beca's eyes widened at what she saw. "Stay here legacy."
Climbing out of the vehicle, Beca walked over to the strip club. Almost through the door, she was stopped by a very tall man in a dark suit. His arm was restricting her from walking any further. "Dancers don't go through this entrance."
Jaw dropping, Beca stepped back with her arms crossed. "I am not a stripper. I think my girlfriend works here."
The bouncer chuckled, his hand still stretched out. "Sure that's what they all say."
Huffing, the brunette dug her hand in to her pocket and pulled out all the cash that she could find. Counting nearly 30 dollars, she thrust it into his hand and walked into the club.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark setting but her eyes widened once she saw who was standing on the main stage.
Chloe's back was to the pole, her body barely covered in a sparkling red bra and thong.
Their eyes locked from across the room, a smirk made its way onto the redhead's face. Turning her back to the audience, she dropped her torso down giving the audience a great view of her exposed ass.
Beca scrambled for the nearest chair before she lost her balance at the sight before her. A waiter appeared at her side asking her if she wanted to order a drink but she nearly flipped him off to direct all her attention back to Chloe who was facing the audience again.
She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling to Beca's side of the club. Her hair was wild, fanned out over back giving a generous view of her breasts.
Licking her lips, Beca scooted forward in her seat.
A man in the front row waived a bill in his hand, eager to get her attention.
With no other choice, Chloe crawled to his side to allow him to tuck it into her thong making Beca's eyes widen with rage.
Standing up, the redhead flashed the audience a smile and left the center stage.
Leaning back against the lounge chair, Beca released the breath she had been holding. Rubbing her temples, she nearly missed Chloe standing before her now dressed in a coat and boots.
Beca sighed, dropping her keys on the counter.
Chloe stood behind her, eyes casted downwards. "Are you mad?"
The brunette looked at her over her shoulder, shaking her head. But Chloe knew better because Beca never said it when she was mad, she was just a little upset that Chloe had lied to her.
She felt bad, leaving Beca in the dark about her recent job but she was worried about what Beca would think if she knew.
Eying Beca's slumped figure on the couch, she slipped off her shoes and walked over to the living room to stand in front of the brunette.
Pushing back Beca's hair, Chloe tilted her girlfriend's face towards her own. Lowering her head, she pressed their lips together in a slow kiss.
Beca's arms surrounded Chloe's back as she eased her tongue into the redhead's mouth.
Sitting on Beca's lap, the redhead traced the collar of her tied coat. "I'm sorry for not telling you." She whispered as she tugged on the knot keeping her coat done up.
Beca's breath hitched as she realized Chloe wasn't wearing anything underneath. "I'm sure you can make it up to me."
Pulling Chloe forward, Beca bit her lip as the coat fell onto the ground at her feet.
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