Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I call dibs on Titlight!

Remember when, way way back in chapter 5, I asked for song ideas? Well this is where I needed it. I really thank everyone for the great ideas; Galveston's Daughter nearly sold me on Shook me All Night Long by Ac/Dc. But I have to admit that it's my little sister who found THE perfect song. Without even knowing it, since she doesn't know I write smut...

An extra-special thank you to my Beta Laverett for her judicious comments on chapter-splitting and just being amazingly insightful, as always.

Oh, and you might want to thank my pukey kid for making me miss New Years Eve festivities and thus giving you all an early update!


Victoria extended a delicate hand toward him, deep red nails glinting like blood-soaked claws.

Mistress Victoria was really famous.

She was extremely good at what she did.

And what she did made Edward gulp. She was quite possibly the best-known dominatrix in the US. She had hordes of fans kneeling to kiss her boots.

Really.

They did.

It was… unsanitary.

''Hey! Um, nice to meet you?'' He ventured.

''Oh no!'' Angela wailed. ''Look! Just look at Jasper and Victoria! No! No! NO! This won't work at all!''

Both Rose and Victoria nodded.

Jasper shimmied a little victory dance, singing ''No more dick breaking leather pants! No more dick breaking leather pants! No more…''

''Oh, no.'' Rose broke his fun coolly. ''The leather pants stay. It's the t-shirt that has to go.''

''What? But it's cool!'' He tugged the hem out, exposing a sliver of pale belly that made Edward shiver.'' Angie made me wear it!'' he pouted.

''I didn't think. It's RED.'' Angela's voice stressed the color like Jasper was deaf. Or color blind.

''So? It goes well with the black pants.''

''Yes.'' Rosalie sounded eerily patient. ''But Victoria's hair is… what color?''

''Orange.''

Angela gasped.

Victoria stared at Jasper, eyebrows climbing up into her forehead. Her orange eyebrows.

''Um,'' Jasper fidgeted, ''what do ladies call it again? Auburn? Autumn Fire?''

Victoria laughed at that, a sound that gave Edward chills. ''Jasper, hun, thanks for trying, but it's not a paint chip color. Seriously, Autumn Fire? How about Majestic Pumpkin? Tangerine Melt?''

''Fall Harvest?'' Rose quipped.

'' Buttered Yam?'' Angela joined in, desperately trying to keep a straight face. ''Or maybe Burnt Caramel?''

Jasper and Edward shared a look of bewilderment as the girls dissolved into giggles. PMS. Certainly. Collective PMS. Unless PMS was contagious?

Victoria recovered first. ''Anyway, it's my signature. And it clashes with red. So change the shirt.''

''But I…''

''Go.'' Angela's voice was firm. There was now a handsome black man in her chair.

''Fine.'' Jasper stumped off.

Edward started to get nervous about having a one-on-one conversation with Victoria. He was tongue-tied, and he hadn't even started trying to articulate!

Rose unintentionally saved him, dragging him to an extra rack of (real) clothes that had appeared from some other set. She pushed a brown corduroy jacket, a puce shirt, a pair of torn jeans and a brown eighties mullet wig at him and crossed her arms, waiting for him to change.

It was almost shooting time by the time she decided they were finished.

[HCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC]

Edward stared, amazed. Emmet and Alice had managed to make a bar appear in the previously empty space!

A low whistle close by startled Edward.

Again.

It was Jasper.

Again.

Edward whirled around and stepped back, uncomfortable with the other man in his bubble.

AGAIN.

Jasper smirked a lopsided grin. He was doing it on purpose. Probably.

To distract himself, Edward lowered his gaze to the new t-shirt Jasper wore. He most definitely didn't check out the bulge visible in the leather pants… Breathe. Right, T-Shirt. It was a black rock-band one, with torn off sleeves.

''V-o-l-t-u-r-i. '' Edward deciphered the jagged lettering. ''The Southern Wars Tour.'' Underneath was a picture of a set of pale hands, holding a blood red apple.

He shrugged. ''Never heard of 'em.''

Jasper grinned. ''They're a European death-metal band; iconic really. They pioneered the genre. I had a fling with the bassist for a while. Good times! Rock and roll, baby!''

Alice appeared then, laughing at Edward's look.

He didn't answer, distracted by the scratchy-stiff hairs tickling his lips. He wondered if that was what it felt like when women kissed a guy. NOT when a guy kissed a guy. No.

''You okay with the scene today? '' She asked Jasper lightly. Edward's blood slowed for a sec, awareness creeping through him. After hearing their conversation the week before, he felt certain the casual words held a deeper meaning. He gazed at Jasper, frowning. How did you know if someone was suicidal by looking at them? Jasper looked… like Jasper. Maybe a bit tired, there were darker shadows under his eyes. Or maybe it was the light. It was subtle.

Jasper nodded at Alice, obviously not going to say more.

He punched Edward in the arm instead. ''Stop that. It's creepy.''

''What?''

''Scrunching your nose up and looking at me. It's… creepy.''

''The mustache itches…'' Edward pouted. ''And I'm supposed to be creepy! Creepy pervy! Eddy the creepy pervy!''

Alice grinned.

''Well, get your ass up to that bar, creepy Eddy, or you'll be a tardy pervy!''

[HCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC]

Edward was still laughing, as he sat down in front of an unrecognizable Angela who was bar-maid.

She handed him a glass of amber liquid, ice cubes clinking, and winked. Edward thought her hand sparkled a bit. Probably leftover shit she'd used on Victoria.

Music blared and Edward groaned loudly.

Really?

Out of all the possible songs, Alice had to choose For Your Entertainement by what-was-his-name-who-didn't-win-American-Idol? Adam Lambert!

Yeah. Adam Lambert. A beglittered Gay Sex God. That's what Alice and Rose had called him one loungy Friday night. Edward had then been informed that, apparently, all women really dug hot gay guys getting it on. Maybe it was the tight pants.

As the sound levels were adjusted, Edward wondered what was wrong with the classics – Ac/Dc and other get-grinding Rock? At least he didn't dissolve into Walkman reminiscing again.

Edward half-turned toward the dance floor. It had filled up, but the dancers were strategically placed to better focus the eye on the main couple. Unfortunately, Edward was off to the side of the scene, since he was part of the background. He wouldn't be able to see Jasper or Victoria's faces, he realized.

Jasper was standing with his hands in his pockets, while Victoria leaned against a standing bar a few feet back.

Edward caught a glimpse of Rose's curvy shape, pressing up against Emmett's monster frame. There was a trio of girls sipping glasses in his way. Trying to crane his neck only made the wig slip.

He was supposed to observe. Edward settled in; that's what he'd do.

Victoria was stalking towards Jasper.

There was no other word for it. She moved like a dangerous predator as she glided around the gyrating bodies, licking her blood-red lips. Edward's mouth felt dry. Remembering the glass, he instinctively took a gulp.

Hastily, he turned to face the bar as fire burned through him. Fuck! That was real Jack Daniel's! His eyes streamed and his chest tried to spasm as he contained the cough. No need to draw attention to himself on film.

Push the limit, are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid. The rhythmic words seemed to be whispered for Edward.

Wiping his blurry vision, he saw Angela giggling silently.

Once he was again composed, he swirled his seat, taking a more cautious sip.

Victoria was now pacing in a tight circle around Jasper. He stood motionless, his back to Edward. Facing Jasper, Victoria held eye contact with her victim as she dragged a finger down his torso. Edward saw him stiffen.

Imma hurt ya real good.

The song seemed to echo the fiery Domme's thought-promises.

Victoria swayed seductively, disappearing from Edward's view as she bent in a sinuous move. The extras shifted, allowing Edward a glimpse of blood-red nails gripping the back of Jasper's thighs.

Victoria straightened, how could she move so fluidly when caught in a stiff corset? She circled around behind Jasper, pressing herself against him, front to back. Her fiery hair cascaded down her back, almost to the luscious ass straining her mini-skirt. He could only guess what her hands were doing to his front, as she moved her head toward his neck. Jasper shuddered.

No escaping when I start. Once I'm in, I own your heart.

Suddenly, Victoria's demeanor changed, growing hard, menacing. From gracefully sensual, she became demanding, powerful. Her fingers clenched in Jasper's hair, yanking his head back.

He smoothly laid it on her shoulder, allowing himself to be directed. Edward thought Victoria was speaking in his ear. Or maybe licking it. When Jasper jumped, Edward was almost sure she'd pinched his nipple.

Edward enjoyed the smoky taste of the liquor warming his tongue, as Victoria suddenly stepped away from Jasper. He stumbled a bit, off balance as she moved to stand facing him. Arms-length away, she stared him down. He stood, passive yet somehow coiled tight.

Fingers twisting in his hair again, she forced him into a bent position, which he maintained when she let him go to circle around again.

Her nails dragged down his spine.

It's about to get rough for you…

Edward jumped in his seat, even if the crack of her palm landing on Jasper's ass was lost in the pounding bass. The smooth leather stretched over the rounded muscles as they clenched, swaying. Victoria traced the seam of his pants with a nail, then grabbed his hair again, forcing him heavily to his knees before her.

I'm here for your entertainment.

Edward wondered what kind of expression was on Jasper's face. His body language was ambiguous, a mixture of pliable with a core of resistance. Edward got the feeling that although Jasper was submitting willingly to whatever Victoria imposed, he was doing it because he wanted. It was a strange power play, unexpected.

Edward had always imagined the type of men who enjoyed women like Victoria to be boneless wimps. Astonishingly, despite his perfectly well-behaved actions, Jasper still seemed dangerously sexy.

They made a striking picture in the swirling lights. Jasper, on his knees before the toweringly curvy redhead, in the midst of the swaying bodies. Edward wondered idly how Alice would capture the moment on film.

At that moment, the song ended.

Alice clapped her hands, asking for another take to get more footage to edit. Edward swirled his drink, as he watched from afar as Alice spoke to the pair. Both were nodding and listening intently.

Hearing the first few heavy beats of the song again was enough to make Edward's heart pound faster. The next takes blurred into snapshot images. The musical words twisted through it all, sinking into his subconscious.

A dangerously slim stiletto pressing into a rounded calf.

Emmett's large hand, grabbing at Rose's tight butt.

Take the pain.

Fingers twisting into soft curls.

Teeth sinking into an offered neck.

Take the pleasure.

A strong back, arching. Lips parted.

I'm the Master of both.

Push and pull, the building of a slow fire, all of it underlined by the persistent throb in his pants.

Let me entertain you till you're screaming my name.

Through it all, Edward steadily sipped his whiskey, the distinctive flavor blending with the sultry atmosphere. He doubted he would be ever able to have that drink, or hear that song again, without getting aroused.

Fuck. They were still dressed.

Edward couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like when they really played.

When Alice finally decided she had enough, Edward found it hard to snap out of the dreamy haze. Everyone else seemed to have no trouble, chatting merrily about being in the film. Edward overflowed with imagined glimpses of what was to come; with imprecise longing.

Close your eyes, not your mind. Let me into your soul.

Too late now. Edward was already sucked in. He NEEDED to see how it would play out now.

I'm here for your entertainment...

Fucking hell.

[HCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC]

When Edward rose from his stool, the world tilted unexpectedly. As the floor slid left, he found strong hands wrapping around his waist. He might have enjoyed their warmth as they lingered a bit longer than was appropriate.

''Whoa! You okay?''

''Yeah.'' Edward breathed. He knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't seem to stop. ''Just… a bit tipsy, I think.''

Jasper's eyebrows rose. ''Already?''

''Not my fault. Angie played bartender. With REAL Jack! And what was I supposed to do? My role in this scene was to be a drunk at the bar. Well, hey, I'm drunk!'' Edward giggled.

Jasper seemed amused, and Edward's blurry thoughts barely had time to process the action as the other man slung himself over the bar counter unexpectedly, lying across it to grab at the bottle stashed underneath rather than walk around.

Edward's mouth was suddenly dry, his vision narrowing to Jasper's delectable behind offered at eye level.

He clenched his fists.

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't smack him, just to see how it felt. If Jasper jerked in surprise. If he moaned a bit. If his ass felt as firm underneath the buttery leather as it looked.

Jasper, completely oblivious, fumbled on the shelves underneath for a moment, a long tortuous moment, and straightened triumphantly, raising the bottle in victory.

Edward cleared his throat, trying to stomp on the indecent urges before the other man faced him again. Fuck.

''Hmmm, didn't think you had it in you!'' Victoria's voice was speculative, right in his ear. Jesus. What was the deal with women in motherfucking heels sneaking up on him?

''I…um…''

What the fuck was he supposed to say in answer to that? He fumbled for words in the alcohol fuzziness, then gave up. Words were slippery enough when he was sober and his thoughts followed a straight line. At the moment, his thoughts weaved and lurched, so there was no way his words would work.

''What?'' Jasper asked, unscrewing the cap and taking a healthy swig straight from the bottle. His Adam's apple bobbed. Not that Edward noticed. There was nothing the least bit sexy about that.

''Edward. How would you peg him, Dom or sub?'' Victoria asked, directing the question to Jasper.

Edward suspected the question was some kind of test, despite the casualness.

Jasper shrugged, considering. He took another drink, before offering the bottle to Victoria. She took it, pointedly moving around the bar to get a glass.

''Sub.''

Jasper had taken enough time to answer that Edward barely remembered the question. ''Definitely sub. But he's not ready. He's got control issues and mostly trust issues. You won't be able to get him to let go enough. He's good at playing top. But deep down, he's a sub. And it scares the living shit out of him. I hope he breaks through someday. He'd be amazing.''

''Hey, um, I'm still here?'' Edward waved a hand in front of Jasper. ''And, definitely NOT a submissive!''

''See?'' Jasper grinned at Victoria. ''Not ready.''

Edward didn't answer, crossing his arms at being spoken about like he didn't exist. He ignored the twist in his gut at Jasper's words. He WASN'T a sub. He didn't want to be tied up and taken. No. He didn't. He would do the taking. That was that.

A fleeting thought of Jasper shoving his dick into his mouth as he struggled, roped down, was quickly pushed away. He was a top. A TOP.

Victoria rounded the bar once more, holding a half-full glass. She offered to top Edward off, and though it was tempting, he declined. He didn't have a good tolerance for liquor, and he wasn't ready to be completely drunk.

Yet.

He pulled the wig off, scrubbing his hair to make it stand up like usual. Jasper playfully tugged on the mustache, then, at Edward's nod, yanked it off.

''Ow! Fuck, OW!''

It smarted like hell, Angela had really good 'stache glue!

Edward pressed his fingers to his top lip as the burn slowly faded. Jasper's eyes were trained on them, a hungry expression on his face. Like he wanted to kiss it better. It made Edward sweat.

Thank God Emmett appeared to break the spell, grumpily rolling the bar away. He looked flushed and wound tight.

Jasper hastily grabbed the bottle of Jack before he took it away, holding it to his chest as the trio moved to the couch in the lounge.

Edward half-felt he should leave, he wasn't filming in the next bit. He really had no business there. Jasper and Victoria didn't seem to mind his presence, relaxed and chatting. Not at all like people about to play with pain. And enjoy it.

Edward sank into the sofa, feeling deliciously boneless from the alcohol. Victoria sat at the other end, pointy-toed boots shining in front of her. With a whoop, Jasper launched himself between the two, elbowing a nook.

It made Edward tense. He could feel Jasper pressed against him from hip to knee. He ignored the burn it caused. So much for his heavy-limbed bliss…

Jasper was drinking straight from the bottle again. His fingers tapped on the glass.

''Nervous?'' Victoria asked with a knowing look.

''Hell yeah!'' Jasper responded enthusiastically.

''So, do you want to talk shop here?'' Victoria asked. Edward realized she meant; here, with someone listening.

Jasper glanced sideways, and decided Edward already knew more than almost anyone save Alice and his therapist. He shrugged.

''Have you ever done anything like this before?'' Victoria sounded genuinely interested, and a tiny bit feral.

''Yes, and no.'' Jasper answered slowly. ''I mean, I've done some light BDSM before, but it wasn't the same. I was topping. I… this is cross-nature for me.''

His long fingers toyed with his hair again. Edward's heart melted a bit at what he recognized as a sign that Jasper was troubled.

Victoria nodded. ''I thought so. You responded well during the dance, but it was cerebral. It wasn't natural. You did the right things, but you had to think to do it. A real sub…''

Suddenly, she was in Edward's face. All his thought processes jammed, overwhelmed by the relentless tugging as she yanked the short hair at his nape. He had no choice but to follow her lead, struggling awkwardly to a standing position so quickly it made the world slosh again.

He hissed; she wasn't letting go. If anything, Victoria's grip tightened, minty-warm breath fanning over his cheek. The pressure made his knees reflexively buckle; he sagged for a mindless moment before firming them.

Victoria kept his neck craned at an awkward angle, her dark green eyes filling his world. He realized he would do anything she asked in that minute. He WANTED her to push him. It was only pride keeping him standing, and it was wearing thinner with every passing heartbeat. It was a matter of seconds before he sank to her feet. Fuck, he was hard.

Pushing Edward roughly away, she daintily resumed her place on the couch and continued her conversation with Jasper as though nothing had happened.

Edward sank into the other cushion, heaving panting breaths like he'd just run a mile. Fuck. His dick screamed for contact and his heart raced.

Victoria's tone was conversational; ''A real sub, like Edward, his brain switches off. It's instinct. You, your first instinct is to fight me, before you make yourself submit. But that's okay. I like strong men. It makes things more interesting. I like the challenge, I'm not a beginning mistress. The things I could do to you… ''she purred.

Jasper met her stare silently, serenely tense.

Edward watched the exchange, still reeling from lust and alcohol. Damn.

Victoria wasn't letting go till she had some answers though.

''So, Jasper, why are you doing it then?'' she asked.


''For Your Entertainment'' lyrics property of Adam Lambert. I didn't really know the song well before; hot stuff! Check out the clip on YouTube!

Paint chip color names courtesy of Benjamin Moore.

Happy 2012 everyone!

*Mwah!*