A/N: Hey guys! I'm glad that you are liking it so far. I'm trying to come up with a healthy schedule where I don't feel like I have to publish every day and balance it with everything, but I have a vision that I want to put forward in this multi-chap

For shout out of the day, it's called 'The Girl Upstairs' by laok. If you are regular here, there is no way you haven't been reading and keeping up with this series. It's simply great, especially with the 'will they, won't they' thing, the author has managed to set up. I have to say it's a bit frustrating being on the receiving end of such stories and not writing one myself, you know since I'm kind of doing the same thing here in this story.

But in my defense, laok is on their eleventh chapter and the secret is still not out yet, whereas as I'm on my sixth chapter and I'm getting there, I promise, just give it two or three chapters more! Arizona will find out, but I just need to torture her a bit more first.

Chapter 6

Lights, music and let the fucking show begin indeed!

The last few minutes of the performer before her was like a high that Callie had never witnessed before. In that moment, she could feel her heart literally pumping out of her chest as she watched the performer moving through the crowd collecting some cash by a few gentlemen before bowing.

Callie had just been told that she had to go on in five minutes. But she was already done getting ready for her new routine with her new outfit. She was a little nervous to debut this look on the show today but Miss Miami knew her shit. The adrenaline had already started kicking in. The brunette was worried that her ankle won't let her perform to the best of her abilities but it was just a dull pain. But oh well, only her performance will tell.

She was wearing a new darker color and was more of a dominatrix. It was still black but there was a whole lot of red and maroon with it. Callie was asked to pair the maroon corset up with black stockings and high high heels. What threw the brunette off was that she was given a trench coat and a fedora to rock with her look. It wasn't her style but it was something she was ready to take on. Miss Miami liked attention and this outfit screamed attention. If she wasn't the crowd favorite already, she would have definitely been after the men took a look at her.

She knew she was talented to land such a gig when she did and how quickly she climbed the ladder and got her own segment in it. Callie was confident in her body, so she didn't mind striping in front of a crowd. Rather it was something she was insecure about as a teenager, but now, she owned her curves and today she was going to own it as a queen. Her today's outfit did not contain stickers or skimpy underwear but a beautiful corset with intricate patterns drawn on it.

The director had told her that when she came on the stage, he wanted to see her boobs, a typical man thing to say by the way, but what caught her attention was that he put more clothes on her instead. She wasn't going to be performing with her tits out, but rather they were trapped in a more classier way. To top it off, she was given a red wig to wear. In her little routine, red had become her color. She was even asked to dye her hair, but she shut them down. She didn't want to have to deal with dyeing her hair every night, but a wig? She can deal with looking after a wig.

Besides, the wig was exquisite. It felt real, it looked real. It was pin straight and fell a little above her waist and had bangs that came up to her nose. Callie was however given the freedom to experiment with her jewelry, which was a compromise she made when she was forced to carry a whip on the stage. Callie hated props, she believed in her talent enough that she didn't need anything but her moves or voice, but when they told her to go full on dominatrix, she told them the only way she would dance with a whip was if she got to accessorize herself and choreograph the routine, which was all agreed on. Even though they told her to up her sexy, she was fine with it as long as she got some freedom.

Callie paired her outfit with long dangly earrings that she had just fallen in love with. Initially, she was going to keep it simple. The wig was going to be hard enough to keep on her head throughout her performance through all the new lifts and stunts added to the routine. But Callie was not a person who would shy away easily. She wore the biggest, dangly earrings she could find. She even went to a sex store with Mark and picked up a pair of leather hand cuffs and removed the chain that held them together. She got a giant padlock and a thick chain and locked it around her neck.

Callie didn't have to put on eye makeup, but she wasn't going to leave it out. It was a part of her face, the character that she made up that people loved and came for. With her lip color she debated between her signature red or to take her out fit a bit further and try out black. She finally settled on a black lip with a maroon outline.

With this new look, it also meant that she would have to wear heavier make up which was better for her whole personality. Callie liked to stay away from the limelight and was very closed off. In fact, what the brunette was scared of doing in real life, Miss Miami had probably already done it and was seeking for more adventures.

Fame came with talent. Even though she was more famous around mid-aged men and thankfully no one recognized her in real life, she had come close though. The time she spent in the elevator with Arizona, when the blonde had spaced out, she was sure that she had recognized her. But then if she did, she would have said something wouldn't she?

Right now, Callie needed to be Miss Miami and not some girl dwelling upon the surgeon because in reality, she was left out in the dirt hoping that Arizona had taken her offer. More than anything the brunette was just disappointed. She could have made any dumb excuse instead of telling her that she'd wait for her.

A knock jolted Callie out of her reverie as she saw her friend and the bartender Cristina for the club at the door.

"Miss Miami, your blonde is here tonight."

That got Callie's attention. She capped her lipstick as she looked at Cristina "My blonde?"

"Yeah, the one that ghosted you?"

Since when had Arizona become her blonde? And exactly how many people knew about her?

"That's um… nice?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Callie thought for a while "Hmm… Do we have Glen Macallen in the house?"

"The whiskey?" Callie nodded. "We have both the thirty-year-old or the thirty-five-year-old."

"Send her the thirty-five-year-old from me, but don't tell her it's from me."

"Wow, that's some expensive whiskey, you sure?"

Callie smiled at her friend through the mirror "If my performance doesn't burn her tonight, at least the whiskey will."

"Oh Callie, you're so evil," Cristina replied as she laughed.

"Hey! It's Miss Miami in here!"

Cristina was the only one who knew Callie outside of her on stage persona at the club, they were really good friends. In fact, both of them knew each other from their Cardio days. She too was a doctor, but she was involved in a hospital shooting and since then Cristina was never the same.

It was a shame that she quit cardiac surgery, because Cristina was hardcore, but she truly valued their friendship.

"All the Best!" Cristina wished her as she exited the brunette's dressing room.

Callie put her thoughts aside as she put on finishing touches on her outfit as she rotated her ankle a bit praying that it didn't bother her mid-performance and hoped for the best. It was time to put Calliope aside and let Miss Miami take over. She made her way backstage as one of the crew members put on a wireless headset microphone on her as she watched the previous performer coming round the corner.

It was show time.

Teddy and Arizona made their way to the club. The cardiac surgeon was eyeing the table right in front of the stage but Arizona pulled her back.

"No! Not in the front!" Arizona yelled.

"Why?"

"She invited me to come backstage and I stood her up!"

"But don't you want her to know that you're here for her?"

"Trust me, I could be hiding in the bathroom and she'd still find me."

Teddy rolled her eyes "So, why not show her that you are not scared of her by sitting front and center?"

"Because, I am scared of her, she is intimidating as fuck! But at the same time, she makes you feel like you are the center of her universe" Arizona explained but she could see that she had already won as Teddy simply shrugged her shoulders as she took a seat on the pediatric surgeon's choice of table.

Arizona signaled for the bartender to bring their drinks but she didn't remember the staff being so rude last time. Wow, they really stuck up for their girl huh? The blonde couldn't help but throw a guilty expression towards the bartender. She mouthed the word sorry to her, but the server just brushed her off as she returned to the bar.

"People do not like you here do they?"

"Nope!"

Teddy lifted her glass up "Well, here's to hoping that that changes today!"

"Amen sister!" Arizona replied as they clinked their glasses.

The blonde took a sip of her glass and immediately realized that it was whisky and not wine, she had not ordered whiskey. And it wasn't some regular whiskey it was top shelf whiskey, the best Arizona had ever had.

Why had they given her whiskey?

Oh yeah! The first time the blonde had come to the club, she had ordered whiskey and treated Alex to some as well. Had the bartender remembered her drink of choice or had Miss Miami seen her and ordered it for her?

Soon enough the lights started blinking indicating that the show was about to begin.

The music came on and Arizona could immediately tell that they had decided to switch up the performance a bit. But her eyes couldn't help but wander a bit trying to find the Latina.

Most of the dancers were in different outfits the last time she remembered, so it was a bit difficult for her to spot Miss Miami, in fact she had almost forgotten how the brunette looked, but god! She remembered her voice saying 'Relax Mami' to her, over and over in her dreams.

It was either Miss Miami had yet to come on stage or she had failed to spot her, which Arizona reused to believe. Maybe she could go to the back before the show and spot her and apologize to her and ask her out instead. She wanted to set things right and lucky for her, there was no Alex to interrupt her and since Teddy had an early day tomorrow, she was knocking back diet coke.

Soon enough there was a performer on stage singing her heart out. She was good, but she was not the star of the show. Arizona could sense the crowd too was waiting for the show stopper.

"Which one is Miss Miami?" Teddy asked.

"I don't know." said as she took a quick look around trying to see beyond the wings of the stage, "I don't think she has come on yet."

"You don't know? I thought you were smitten by her?"

"Yeah, but I think they switched up the show a bit." Arizona tried to concentrate on Teddy but a flash of something had caught her eyes. Was that Miss Miami backstage waiting to come on? "She's not wearing what she was last time."

"So what!" Teddy exclaimed. "You don't recognize her by her face?"

Arizona was not going to sit there and pretend like that comment didn't hurt, of course she could recognize Miss Miami, now if she could come on out. "They are all wearing heavy makeup, can you tell them apart?" the blonde questioned.

"I am not smitten over any of them!"

The blonde was not happy with what her friend was saying but before she could explain it to her a man came on the stage and grabbed the microphone.

"And now! You know her for her magnificent voice and amazing dance moves, most of you gentlemen know her for her sexy ass and fabulous breasts."

Was this Miss Miami? Was she going to come on stage right now? Earlier Arizona saw something red moving around from one of the wings but the Latina usually wore black with highlights of red, had she changed up her outfit too?

"Give it up for, Miss Miami!"

Teddy clapped her hands as she turned to look at Arizona "Yay! Your love is about to come on stage!"

"Oh fuck off Teddy!" but Arizona's eyes were glued to the stage.

Two shirtless men in black thongs came on the stage as the song Womanizer by Britney Spears took over the stage. There was no sign of the Latina. Where was she? Arizona had waited long enough.

Two more men came through the back holding a giant curtain between them and then the performer's voice graced the stage as she parted the curtains and started dancing. The crowd went wild when they saw her. However Arizona was struck the hardest. She looked nothing like she had remembered. Most of her face was obscured by her fedora and the bright red hair she had on. The only thing she could see was Miss Miami's luscious lips as she sang. Even her body was covered by the oversized light brown trench coat.

She watched as Miss Miami was being lifted up from the ground which was done flawlessly without fucking up any of the lyrics. The performer had yet to make her way downstairs and into the audience and Arizona wasn't sure if she was dreading it or anticipating it. Since the blonde couldn't see her eyes through the ensemble, so she wasn't even sure if she was looking at her or if the performer even knew that she was here.

"Wow Arizona, she has a gorgeous voice," Teddy leaned in as she whispered in the blonde's ear but the peds surgeon was too enamored to pay any attention to her friend.

Soon enough, her first song was done and she had not stepped off the stage yet. The performer took a sip of her water as one of the men on stage brought it for her. Arizona could do anything to be that guy or well that straw that she had to her lip.

"Hi Papis, have you enjoyed the show so far?" she asked as she put the bottle away.

The crowd cheered as they responded to her.

"For tonight, I thought I'd switch up my outfit a bit, do you like it mi amors?" a few men sitting right in front shook their heads. "Why not? Isn't more always better?"

The men again shouted no.

"Alright, I guess we'll just have to wait and see won't we?" she said as she signaled the DJ to play her next song before she walked back and took her position.

Rihanna's Umbrella started blaring through the speakers as four men stood in front of the brunette. She started moving her hips to the beats until a few hunky men came and stripped her off her coat as she seductively and took off her hat.

Arizona's mouth dropped.

Watching Miss Miami was like watching one of her fantasies coming to life, of course minus all the men dancing on the stage with the performer and the rest of the audience as well. Her glorious figure-hugging corset came into view. Yes, she was wearing more clothes this time around but then it somehow managed to accentuate her curves deliciously well. However, the blonde had not expected a full on dance performance this time around. Her routine had a lot more dancing involved than going into the crowd and interacting with them which Arizona pretended not to hurt.

The men dancing with her had their hands all over her. They were touching her thighs, her hips as they danced around her. One of them even grabbed her waist as they dipped her as the brunette's chest was the only thing the audience saw. He then grabbed her neck and pulled Miss Miami's face close to his face as she clawed his chest before she got down on her knees. The man had his hands on her face caressing her cheek.

Arizona would have given anything to be that man on the stage right now with Miss Miami being on her knees, hell she'd be on her knees and have the performer dominate her.

The male performer slowly crawled up her body as she put her heel on his chest and moved away from him. Miss Miami grabbed him by his belt loops as she sat him down on the chair.

The performance so far had been so hot that Arizona wasn't even paying attention to the singing. She was so taken by the brunette's moves that her attention was on her hips. Damn, if the blonde didn't feel guilty about not staying back and honoring the performers invitation, she surely felt guilty right now. Arizona knew that she was dripping wet right now, she could feel her core throbbing to the beat of Miss Miami's words and the brunette had not even touched her yet.

The performer seductively ran her hand in his hair as she got behind him before she flipped over and took a seat on him. Arizona saw his hands running all over her breast and thighs as she came towards the end of her song.

The blonde saw the man seductively walking towards Miss Miami as she grabbed her hips and ground on her. At this point, Arizona could feel her blood boiling. All she could think was that that should have been me, that could have been me. she saw the male performer bending her over as she grabbed her hair from behind and trusted his hips forward as the song ended.

Miss Miami grabbed a towel as she cleaned the sweat off of her face "How was that? Better?" There was a mixed response from the crowd. While some said that she liked her performance, some still wanted more.

Arizona on the other hand was very confused. She knew that she was dripping wet for the Latina but she didn't like that four men had their hands on her.

"Give it up for James, Dave, Ricardo and Gus. They were fantastic to work with and if you all want their numbers, they are very much single and available."

Someone from the crowd shouted, "What about you? Can I have your number?"

"You can't handle me Papi, besides don't make promises that you can't keep." Callie adjusted her headset as she took a sip of her water "Besides, I'm a fiery Latina, you can't take this."

"Of course, I can."

"You nurse your whiskey burn mi amore, I'm sure that wasn't the only thing burning tonight."

The gentleman was not drinking whiskey, in fact he was drinking the cheapest beer the club offered. Arizona looked up from her drink and knew that the dig was at her. So, Miss Miami knew she was in the club. The blonde didn't know if she wanted to hide or she wanted to stand up and challenge the brunette.

Her misery was solved when the brunette put her water away and asked for her song to play. "This is my last song for the night, maybe you might want to book a ticket for one more night as well. It doesn't look like you have had your share… Mami," that was definitely for her, wasn't it? But the performer had her back turned towards her.

A man from the previous set arrived as he handed Miss Miami a whip. Arizona's eyes bulged out of her head as she saw the brunette playing with the toy in her hand. The whip she was holding was about twelve inches long and had a small paddle on one end.

This was definitely her fantasy.

The dancer left as Miss Miami turned around on the beat as Rihanna's S & M started playing. Arizona remembered that the performer did three songs and on her third song she made her way towards the crowd, it was something that the blonde was dying for.

Soon enough, the performer started making her way down the stairs and into the crowd. She approached the table closest to the stage as she started dancing around the men. If Arizona had a time machine she would go back in time and smack her old self in the head and tell herself to listen to her friend and take the table Teddy had suggested.

Even if Miss Miami didn't approach her today, the performance she had just witnessed could keep her going for days if not weeks. Cold showers were definitely in her future and that too in abundance.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Miss Miami approached their table. However, she spent a lot of time on Teddy, which she hated.

She hated having the Latina paying so much attention to the guest beside her. It did not hurt when Miss Miami leaned over her, it did not hurt when she took Teddy's hands in hers and ran them over her body. She wanted to be the center of Miss Miami's attention, not have her be Teddy's. The cardiac surgeon leaned back to make way for the dancer to get to Arizona but it seemed like she had something else on her mind as she continued dancing on her instead.

Teddy could feel Arizona shooting daggers at her but she couldn't really do anything. The surgeon figured that if she handed her a bill she would move onto Arizona. She didn't want her friend cribbing about how much time she got to spend with the performer. So, Teddy fished out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her hand trying to keep things as PG as possible.

"Thank you," Miss Miami whispered in Arizona's friends ear but to her felt like she was thanking her for bringing Arizona here.

The performer moved towards the blonde as she tucked away the bill she had just gotten. Even through her wig she could see the blonde's blue eyes staring up at her.

She recognized this look, this was the same look Arizona had when she was trapped in the elevator with her. Was she thinking about her in the elevator?

Nevertheless, Miss Miami brought the whip to her lips as she delicately kissed it before placing it on the blonde's lips. The performer could see the need in her eyes. She looked like a starved man looking at a thick juicy steak.

The brunette really did want to give her everything she had, she wanted to climb up on her chair and have her hands running on her body, but at the same time she wanted to punish the blonde for not only rejecting her but taking so long to get back to her.

Miss Miami grabbed the glass of scotch that was placed on the table before she made the blonde take a sip from it. She smiled as she saw Arizona's face flinching as the scotch burned her throat. The performer leaned forward before covering her microphone. "That's how it felt like standing alone last week"

Arizona gulped. It was one thing knowing that she had hurt the woman of her dream and it was another being told that to her on her face.

"If you invite me this time, I won't let you feel like that ever again," she admitted more to herself than the person standing in front of her.

Miss Miami saw a bit of scotch hugging the side of the blonde's lips so she leaned in closer towards Arizona. This was it. She was going to climb up on her and dish out some moves like the last time she was around. The performer felt so close that she could feel her breath on her lips. She hadn't even touched her yet but Arizona was already burning for her.

The brunette darted her tongue out as she caught the droplet of whiskey on her tongue. Arizona didn't mean to close her eyes but the sensation of feeling Miss Miami's tongue on the corner of lip was just too much but then the song ended.

"Sorry Mami, maybe next time." Miss Miami whispered in her ear as Arizona felt her heart sinking. She had gotten the least sexiest performance of the night. Technically the brunette hadn't even touched her, she hadn't even gotten to touch her either. And even though her tongue had literally set her on fire, it was surely not enough.

But the reality had set in as the song ended. Was she going to have to let her walk away again?

When Miss Miami pulled away her earring got snagged in Arizona's blouse. She balked as her earring pulled her in and kept her closer to the blonde. The surgeon couldn't help but think that that must have been painful. She looked at the performer for any signs of pain, but she was a professional.

Miss Miami simply smiled seductively at her as she reached towards her ear and removed it from its place instead of untangling it from her shirt. The Latina just kept her eyes glued on the blonde and handed her jewelry to Arizona. The blonde was so mesmerized that she couldn't look away.

"Keep it, if not promises then there should be at least something that you can keep," she said as she laughed. "Thank you mi amors for coming to the show. Remember if you drive home drunk, you may not be able to come back here. So, leave your keys and take the damn cab!"

Arizona couldn't help as she watched Miss Miami walking away. There was just something about her hips that got the blonde to wonder.

"So, Arizona? That was her?"

The blonde diverted her eyes to her friend as soon as the performer made it to the wings. "Yup!"

"What do you plan on doing?"

"I'll wait for her to come back for lap dances and make you buy me one."

Teddy was confused, what exactly did her friend mean? "Why do I have to buy you a lap dance?"

"Because you got a proper performance and all I got was five seconds of her earring getting snagged on my shirt."

"You got her earring," Teddy tried. "Damn, that must have hurt."

"She didn't even flinch, I think I respect her and her talent even more now."

Teddy nodded, "Maybe you can go backstage and hand her earring back to her."

"But she didn't invite me!" the blonde complained.

"And you're going to let that stop you?"

Arizona smiled. This time she was going to do things right. She was going to treat Miss Miami like the queen she was, like how she deserved to be treated.

A/N: I woke up today and felt like I really wanted to torture Arizona today. So I did! Fair warning, the next chapter is something you are going to want to prepare yourself.

Please review and let me know how things are going so far and if my vision came through.

Also, I wanted Mami to be something that Callie called Arizona, so I had her address the audience as mi amors.