A/N: Hey guys, I had this really sexy idea about this really sexy times AU. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Lights. Music. And let the show begin!

At the 'Night to Remember Burlesque Show and Strip Club', things worked like a well-oiled machine. The girls got ready before the show and were supportive of each other's work. However, they all knew that there was one and only one show stopper of the show and she went by her stage name Miss Miami.

Even though she was young and relatively a newer addition to the show. Everybody knew that the numbers that had suddenly increased was because of her. She was a phenomenal singer and dancer and owned the stage every night she performed.

Sure, each girl who performed had a portion of their own dancing and taking their clothes off for the customers. But Miss Miami? She was something else altogether. She could move her hips without missing a beat, singing like her voice was blessed by the gods above all the while she flirted with you by just looking at you. She was stunning and she knew it.

However, that was Miss Miami, it was a character that Callie had come up with. Her character was ruthless, fierce and took her clothes off and danced with all her heart. Men loved her, women wanted to be her, but that was not Callie.

Calliope Torres was a much more grounded person in real life. Where Miss Miami preferred heavy makeup and a tight corset to go with it, Callie usually wore a much more simple clothing like jeans and simple t-shirts, paired up with her signature leather jacket. But the brunette liked it that way.

She kept her private and professional life separate. She had fans who fantasized about Miss Miami, so she was more than happy to take off those skimpy panties who kept her body hidden from the world as she wiped her face clean and became just an ordinary person.

Just outside of the theatre that hosted the Night to Remember Burlesque Show and Strip club, Arizona dragged her mentee and good friend inside.

"This is supposed to be my bachelor party Robbins!" Alex complained.

The blonde however still continued to hold on to his arm as if he would run away in the direction of the nearest skanky strip club. "I know, but this is the only way I can see boobs with you."

Alex sighed "Why can't we just go to a normal strip club?"

"This is supposed to be a good show and the girls here do strip, so shut up and suck it up." Arizona replied, "besides you should be focusing on getting married and not on the performers."

It was true, Alex was marrying his longtime girlfriend Izzie, who had snatched Meredith for her own Spa themed bachelorette party. Which meant that the unfortunate task of throwing Alex a bachelor party fell on the blonde.

"Strippers! They are called strippers!"

"Shut up!" Arizona said as she held onto his arm and let him inside.

Soon enough the two of them were seated on a table next to the stage as Arizona ordered drinks for them. She was a girl who loved white wine, but tonight called for whiskey and the aged expensive kind. The blonde knew that Alex would appreciate it, since that frat boy loved cheap beer, but tonight, she was ready to go all out. Hell, she might even buy him a lap dance.

Needless to say, they were more than ready to get their share of the Night to Remember Burlesque Show and Strip Club.

Miss Miami was getting ready backstage as Callie applied finishing touches to her hair and makeup. This was the part where she truly transitioned from an ordinary person walking on the street to a fabulous burlesque performer. She took her feathery head gear and placed it on her head. It was black with a few feathers that stuck out in a dark red color almost like wine. It was the whole Miss Miami look. She wore black and just enough red to make you feel intimidated and desired at the same time. You'll be scared of how much you'll enjoy it.

The brunette's producer let her know that she had to be on stage in five minutes. Miss Miami made her way over to the stage as she stood and watched the performer before her go through the end of her act. The brunette was proud of the progress she had made in such a little time. She was ready to own that stage and every single person in the crowd.

Soon enough Miss Miami put Calliope Torres aside as her music started playing.

Arizona was immediately drawn to this Latina dancer who took on the stage. Who was she kidding? The entire crowd was completely mesmerized by the performer. She had the voice that not only drew you in but kept you hostage. You know the scary part? You actually liked it.

Midway through her performance, the crowd went wild as she stripped out of her head piece which was soon followed by her corset to reveal this sparkly red bra and a matching panty set. She turned around to show a little black bow on her butt. If Arizona thought that she looked hot before, she was wrong. The brunette looked way hotter now. She felt like touching the performer's velvety skin, running her fingers through her silky black hair, but what frustrated her was that every person in this room was probably thinking of the same thing, Alex included.

Arizona made eye contact with her not once, not twice but every single time. Miss Miami would look away for a hot second and her eyes would be back on the blonde. It wasn't like she couldn't pull away, but more like she didn't want to. And by the looks of it, the blonde was enjoying the show too.

Miss Miami wrapped up her second song before she grabbed a bottle of water and seductively took a sip of it before tossing it into the crowd. To say that there were two men fighting for it would have been a lie, three, there were three men fighting for it.

"Mami, Papi, the real show is about to start" Miss Miami said as she started making her way down the stage.

This was another thing that Callie enforced in her character. Miss Miami was a true Latina and spoke with a Spanish accent. She wanted to give Miss Miami her own voice and have it be completely different from her own.

The third song came on the speaker as Miss Miami made her way to the crowd. She spent a couple of seconds on a few men until her feet moved towards the gorgeous blonde who was sitting pretty close to the stage. She could tell that the mysterious stranger was enjoying her show based on the ways she was clapping and cheering her on.

Miss Miami ran her hand through the gentleman's hair who was sitting beside her before she stood in front of the blonde.

If she could, she would have already fallen for her pretty blue eyes, but Miss Miami doesn't fall for random people who come to see her at her show. She never has and she never will. But there was something about those baby blues that was drawing Callie to this stranger, so she let her alter ego take over instead. Miss Miami pushed the blonde's chair back before she hopped on and straddled her waist. She saw the shocked expression on her face, but the blonde's eyes were still on her. Miss Miami rolled her hips on the stranger's lap before she whipped her hair back as she seductively licked her lips.

Arizona was enjoying this too much and it wasn't even her own bachelor party, which was a great thing. She would have hated it if this was her own bachelorette party. Miss Miami was a performer and the blonde didn't want to seem handsy even though all she wanted to do was to reach out and touch her. Her dilemma however was easily solved when the Latina leaned over and whispered in a sultry voice.

"Relax, you need to take it easy," Miss Miami purred as the performer breathed out in her ear.

She loved that voice, so calm yet so dominating and god that accent was so sexy. Miss Miami took Arizona's hands in her own and put them on her waist as she slowly trailed them up her body and placed them on her breasts. Arizona found herself blushing being so up close and personal with her.

"Breathe Mami, you need it for what's next."

What could possibly be next after this? Arizona's attention went towards her lips. They looked so plump that she wanted to sink her teeth into them and bite them hard, but most of all she wanted to feel them on her. Shit, she wanted to kiss every inch of her skin and not just her lips. Moreover, she wanted to see what was beyond this Miss Miami front that she had put up, she wanted to get to know the person behind this façade or was there nothing beside Miss Miami? No that can't be it.

How can someone she barely knows have such an effect on her? How can her voice have this calming effect on her?

The brunette leaned down and took Arizona's ear lobe in her mouth. "You ready Mami?"

Miss Miami suddenly stood up from her and immediately Arizona missed the weight that was on top of her.

Those legs went on for miles and then some. The stockings that she had put on made her legs sparkle. No matter how she moved the light still seemed to hit her right at every angle.

The brunette straightened up as she suddenly turned and faced in the opposite direction. She gathered up all of her hair and put it on one side as her hand started playing with her bra strap.

Arizona's breath was stuck in her throat. Was she going to take off her bra? Just the anticipation of seeing her nipples got Arizona dripping wet. Her skin felt wonderful under her hands, was she going to let her touch her bare nipples? Was she hoping to touch her too much?

Miss Miami gently unhooked her bra but she didn't turn around. She seductively played with her straps before she slowly detangled them from her arms, but she didn't completely get rid of it. The crowd got wild and wanted her to turn around and take it off but one of her hands held the offending garment against her chest, not exactly giving the crown and Arizona what they wanted.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" the crowd cheered. Arizona wanted to join along but she didn't want to sound like a creep. Sure, Miss Miami was hot, but she was not solely interested in what was on the outside, but on the inside as well.

The performer moved her hips to the beat before she oh so slowly removed her hand holding her bra and flung it behind her. Her beautiful breasts had red star shaped stickers which covered her perfect nipples. Arizona wasn't sure if she felt disheartened that she didn't get to see them or glad that the rest of the crowd didn't see them. Miss Miami stood in front of her as she leaned forward and wiped the corner of the blonde lips as if to show the crowd that she had been drooling.

Arizona felt a little brave and took a twenty-dollar bill out of her jacket pocket and put it in the mouth. She was a doctor for crying out loud, she was not going to shy away and definitely not that easily. Till this moment, she was spellbound by the performer, but now, she was going to make the brunette work for it. When she came in closer towards Arizona, the blonde leaned further back in her chair making her come closer towards her lips.

But then Miss Miami placed her palm on Arizona's face as her thumb stroked her cheek. The brunette leaned in closer as she fetched the twenty-dollar bill using her own mouth. The performer took it and tucked it in her panties before she winked at her.

She hadn't meant to be so sexual on the floor, but there was something about the blonde that brought it out of her. Maybe the blonde would hang out a bit longer and meet her after the show. She seemed confident enough to touch her, but she wasn't really sure, it could have been a one-sided thing. Lord knows that wouldn't be the first time that happened to her.

But whatever it was, she collected all of her thoughts along with a couple of stray bills as she exited the main seating area and made her way towards the changing room. As she entered, the whole room erupted in cheers.

"You nailed it girl!"

"Was she your girlfriend or something!"

"That was so hot!"

Now that the brunette was backstage, she was no longer Miss Miami, she was Callie. She dismissed all the silly comments that were thrown at her as she blushed. She hadn't gone so wild tonight, had she? She always knew how to show her customers a good time.

No point in thinking about it right now.

What was done was done. But in all honesty, she hadn't meant to turn it up so much. Callie usually saved that for the later part of the night when people bought lap dances. She thought that the whole ordeal of having to buy a dance seemed a bit much, but she couldn't help but hope that the blonde that she had her eyes on asked for one.

Callie wasn't in it for the money. Yes, she was almost borderline broke all the time, but she'd rather love what she did and be poor than hate her job and be rich.

Plus, she had an excellent support system. Her best friend was a successful plastic surgeon in one of the best hospitals in the world. In fact, she was living with him right now. He was her rock and got her through tough times. Sure, Mark was a bit of a womanizer himself, which she really hated, but he had a heart of gold and cared about her and right now she was running low on people who cared about her.

The racks in the back of her room had a wide range of colors and types of brassieres and matching panty sets, but what drew Callie's attention was this satin pair of panties which came with this really cute corset. What drew her to this outfit was the fact that they were blue. They were almost the same color as the person she had danced on, but not quite right. She spent what three minutes dancing on her and she was suddenly an expert on her eyes.

Callie Torres did not get attached to random strangers. She was practicing celibacy. She had promised herself that she would put herself first, no matter what. No men, no women. But maybe this mysterious blonde would be different.

So, Callie picked up the outfit and changed into her new negligee for the night before she returned to the makeup room to switch it up. She had made the conscious decision to wear a lot of red and black, these were just colors that she gravitated towards when she represented Miss Miami. But today, for the blonde she wanted to wear blue, she felt like wearing blue.

The color blue reminded her of the water and beaches of Miami, where she was originally from. It had been a couple of months since she last spoke to her father. She thought that he had gotten over the fact that she was gay, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. He started screaming at her about how she's wasting her life and how she was going to hell. Choosing to dance in a gentleman's club was one thing but making out with women was a whole nother ball game. If she had been Miss Miami, she wouldn't have spent days on the couch feeling like absolute shit. But she couldn't help it, Callie had feelings and those really hurt.

Anyway, Callie decided not to think about it for too long and finished up her eye makeup. With her Miss Miami persona, she liked thicker eyeliner and bolder face makeup. She wanted to be Miss Miami in real life, but she didn't have the strength. In fact, coming up with this character had been Callie's way of battling her insecurities. She paired her look with high heeled black boots and finished her attire by using a black colored lip. She might change up a look a bit, but her character loved black.

It was time to be Miss Miami again.

She took one last look in the mirror as she stepped out. Before she could leave the room, one of the girls grabbed her by the arm. "Honey, there's a really handsy guy to there on the dance floor looking to buy a lap dance sitting with your hot blonde"

"She's not my hot blonde" Callie rolled her eyes.

"Whatever girl! Just watch out for him, he claims it's his bachelor party, but I don't think so!"

Callie nodded.

Now was not the time to be scared, besides if this creep wanted a lap dance, she'd do what she was asked, it was her job, but she really hoped that the blonde asked for a lap dance instead. She grabbed a black floor length throw on her way out. The brunette was trying to give Miss Miami more colors in her wardrobe, but she loved black and she couldn't completely let go of it.

As the brunette made her way back to the floor, her eyes were glued to the blonde who seemed like she was having fun with her friend there. Maybe she was straight, maybe she shouldn't fixate so much on her, but then again, she seemed too comfortable in a topless strip club, she had to be at least bisexual. Miss Miami saw the man sitting beside her, nudging her and whispering something in her ear. Whatever he said had wiped the smile out of her face. She saw the blonde trying to argue with him but eventually, she gave up.

Miss Miami slowly approached the table. She knew when a table needed a dance and that was definitely one.

Arizona lifted her arm and handed Miss Miami a fifty-dollar note. "I guess this should be enough for the future groom to get a lap dance" she said as she pointed at the man beside her.

Not the ideal situation. But it was alright, it was just a stupid lap dance. The brunette touched him and played with him as he tried getting handsy with her. For more than several times, she had to lift his arms from her body and put them away from her body. Time couldn't have gone slower, but soon enough she was done.

"You going to get yourself a dance Mami?" she asked.

The blonde swallowed a lump in her throat. The intensity of her beautiful brown eyes was insane. "Um… nope, tonight is all about the bachelor"

Miss Miami leaned in closer towards her and whispered in her ear "Then maybe you should stick for a little longer and maybe you can walk me home?"

Arizona nodded.

"Just come to the back at around eleven pm" she said before she walked away.

"Sure" the blonde replied.

Miss Miami went back to the changing room as she sat down in her chair. All she had to do was a couple of more outfit changes, give out a couple of more lap dances and soon enough she should be done.

At about 10:55 Callie started putting on moisturizer on her face. She wanted to get to know the blonde as Callie and not as Miss Miami. In her real life, Callie liked to keep it simple, just a little mascara and lip gloss was more than enough. She ran a comb through her hair before she gathered it up in a ponytail. She had just taken a shower to get rid of the body glitter, she would probably need a shower when she went home too, but she had something else on her mind, well, someone else. It was fifteen minutes past eleven and the blonde had still not come in. Maybe out of courtesy for the other girls she didn't enter the changing room and was probably waiting for her outside.

The brunette quickly changed into a simple white t-shirt, some denim jeans along with her sneakers and of course her leather jacket. She walked out of the changing room after cleaning up her station and stuffing her makeup in her bag. She didn't want to keep the blonde waiting any longer.

Callie quickly scanned around the floor, but she couldn't see the blonde. There were a few regular customers who liked to stay late, but other than that the only other people that were in the room were staff.

She approached the bartender "Did a blonde woman, maybe 5'6, 5'7 ask around for me?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry honey, no one fitting that description was looking for you, that creepy old man tried but I sent him packing."

What happened? The blonde said that she'd wait for her "Oh well, thanks Christina"

"No problem."

It was the stripper thing, wasn't it? The fact that she was exotic dancer was a deal breaker for everyone wasn't it? It wasn't the first time someone who she wanted didn't want her back. The fact that she was a burlesque dancer turned off so many of her partners in her past relationships. At this point she just felt really sad, she thought that the blonde would be different.

That's why she didn't even try to date, it was worthless, even when she thought that the blonde would be different. But that was just her life.

Callie made her way home to the apartment she shared with her best friend Mark. He was working late today, so she was glad to have the whole apartment for herself. The brunette quickly went to her room and dumped her bag before she stripped out of her clothes and hopped in for a shower.

She had already showered at the club, but with the amount of makeup she liked to slater on her face as Miss Miami, she always felt like no matter how many showers she took at the club, she felt like she had some body glitter or foundation or something on her.

Callie washed her long black hair thoroughly. One of these days she was going to give in and opt for wearing a wig instead. She hopped out of the shower as she made her way back to her room. No point in wrapping herself in a towel, she was the only one in the apartment. The brunette sat down on her bed as she blow dried her hair.

Will she ever find happiness? Or would she have to give up something she really loved in exchange for love.

Why didn't the blonde wait for her?

The brunette felt frustrated. She wanted to feel free and that dancing and singing for a strip club was her way to feel liberated from everything that tied her down, but right now it felt like she had a huge rock on her. She hated feeling like this. So Callie did the only thing she knew that would help her get rid of this disgusting feeling. The brunette reached over to her bedside table and grabbed her vibrator and her bottle of lube.

She gently laid back on the bed and pulled her covers over herself. She wanted it quick and nasty and apparently luck was on her side because she was already naked. Callie put the lube away on the bed as she turned on the vibrator and put it closer to her breasts before she rested it on her nipple.

"Hmm" she hummed.

She was already starting to feel much better. Callie switched between nipples as they pebbled and hardened under the assault of the device. When she had decided to buy a vibrator she wasn't really sure about the purchase, she felt a little stupid to go about and buy something like this. But at the time she had no man or woman in her life and she desperately needed to feel love. So, she decided to love herself, literally.

But my god, she was glad about the purchase right now. Callie slowly dragged the vibrator down her body before she parted her lips with her other hand placed the vibrator on her clit.

"Oh!" Callie cried out.

Suddenly, the blonde's face popped into her mind. She tried to rid herself of her but she couldn't get her out, did she want to get her out? Callie liked how her hands felt on her, how she smiled up at her. The brunette turned up the speed on her vibrator. She needed more and she needed it right now.

What Callie had not expected from the blonde was when she put the bill in her mouth and made her work for it. Sure, a couple of men that came to the show tried to be difficult, but she loved the blonde's advances at her. She loved how close she got to her, how her lips were just a whisper away from her own. It was so hot!

Callie's hips left the bed as her organism neared. She grabbed the bottle of lube with her free hand and dribbled some on her before she inserted two digits into herself. "Oh god!" she cried out loud.

She was so close. "Ah!" Her hand kept on pumping inside of her as she held the vibrator with her other hand. A little bit more and she'd be there. Callie grunted as she reached her peak before she heard a knock on her door.

"Hey Cal you okay?" Mark asked as he poked his head into her room.

Callie was glad that she had the covers drawn on her. When did he come home? "Mark?"

"You sounded like you were in pain" But then realization hit Mark's face "Where you master-" before he could finish his sentence Callie grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door.

"Get out!"

"Nice!" Mark said as he smirked.

"MARK!"

"Fine, have a great time, I hope you get what you desire."

Callie threw the vibrator away. Not only had she felt tied down and rejected but now she was no longer interested in pleasing herself. Mark had ruined the mood. She cannot touch herself knowing that Mark was in the next room thinking of her touching herself.

So, the brunette got out of bed, got herself some sweat pants and called it a night. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

A/N: How was that? This is going to be a multichap AU, something that I have been wanting to try. Also, there will be a lot of sexy times in the story so stay tuned!